Sunday, August 12, 2018



Where does the time go

the same place the years go
the same place the winds blow
and the same place as flies the crow
in our mysterious status quo
our lives a happy hobo
without a care or need to know
if there's some final glorious show
or a surprisingly gentle undertow
either way I've got to go
tomorrow's the only thing I know
and tonight I have a furlough
and fields of love still left to sow
so good night from this old fellow
who wishes you well and says hello

For Eli on his upcoming 40th

Saturday, August 11, 2018

(FB barges muscles intrudes onto my personal FB page.
So what else is new? This is explained in the first paragraph.)

Larry Piltz
Tonight Facebook said I am one of a small number of people (what, half a billion?) being asked to take a survey about their reaching out in cultural ways in some cities and if it was being effective. I said, sure, I'll take the survey. I like to tell people what to do. So, yeah.

Ending about maybe ten years ago (truthfully I have no idea how many years it's been), I was a monthly Gallup Poll respondent for three or four years (no idea how long, really), and my wife for longer. Our two cabins made us officially two households, evidently. So she and I held great sway in American Opinion for a while there. That's when we were doing better as a country, thanks to us! Well, it was under Bush, so maybe not. We weren't  responsible for him though, though we lived in the same town for a while and should have given him a good talking to before AND after he fell on his head). Thank Barb and GHW for that.

 did mostly online and some phone Gallup polls. Some were political. Most were marketing, but with an up or down presidential 'good job' or 'bad job' question at the beginning. I relished that one. I was also a Nielsen family for about three years (see above), one year of which I didn't even have TV. :)  I was also an Arbitron (the radio station ratings company) survey taker for about two or three years (see above) in a row. I could barely believe I was getting all of these serious survey requests. Apparently, they'll take anybody.

Also, I must be Mr. Average American (which is a two-edged inference). Everyone should be like me! What a country that would be! I'm as moderate as an extremist can be! The sky would rain beer and everyone would have affordable homes with beer gutters and beer barrels to collect the stuff, and that would be piped into a system of pipes parallel to your water supply, with keg taps on a parallel set of faucets [actually, I haven't had more than six or seven beers or glasses of wine in at least 20 years, though I still love it
 :( ].

Well, my soapbox is beginning to spin under me, so I'll get to the point. One of the survey questions was an essay test. Something like, 'Why do I feel that Facebook's cultural outreach has been credible?' Did I say it was credible? I must have missed that day in class. Here is my long answer. And you won't be surprised to learn that I ran FB out of characters and had to stop right when I was really getting warmed up. And as you see, I don't really answer the question in a manner in which they would hope or expect.


"I think it's credible only in the sense that Facebook wants its public face to appear to be authentic in its particular outreach but that it's under much more intense pressure to just stay the same and only appear to change or make little inroads that don't make a significant impact.

"Facebook would really have to show me that it rejects all hateful right-wing rhetoric. As you know, left-wing rhetoric can and often does disparage right-wing beliefs and agitprop, but that's because the right-wing is the only 'wing' that is actively trying to destroy its opposite. The left-wing wants to play by the rules and make rules that make it fair for everyone.

The right-wing, by its nature and character and demands of a disappearing demographic, are working hard to shrink the legal voting population with cynical manipulative, well, bullshit lies, and simultaneously trying to pull up the ladder behind them and then either passively or directly attack the people trying to get access to the ladder to a better life. That's not really as partisan as you may think, or maybe not at all. Fascism in this country is sponsored wholly by [certain] Republicans, previously only indirectly, and now directly directly.

Facebook has to choose sides, whether it wants to or not. It can't exist in the fictional center. There is no center right now. There did use to be a moderately sized consensus center. The right-wing abandoned that long ago. The left-wing still occupies the moderate liberal FDR coalition and LBJ coalition (both of which included moderate Republicans, which MAY NO LONGER EXIST; extremist Republicans exist for sure, along with ultraconservatives who feign moderation at times but never or super rarely vote that way).

"Facebook needs to join the side that has always worked for openness and liberalization of access to the American Dream, not like Republicans who have upped their extreme ante even further since 2000 and especially since 2016. We're descending into a willfully and intentionally arranged chaos by right-wing theorists now pulling fascist policies into a coherent but sick political apparatus.

"There is now an anti-urge against democracy remaining in the Republican Party except for a literal handful (four fingers and a thumb), about five congresspersons, and they still vote the party line way more times than not. There is not really a Republican Party any longer. It is a death cult - your death, not theirs - and it acts as a hive of Killerized Bees, swarming and stinging people to death, specific people, meaning people mostly not white, which of course must be entirely coincidental, right?

"So in closing, my fallow Americans. There is no center. Facebook has to choose a side. There is not enough organized right-wing actual interest in Facebook other than gaming and stealing from the Facebook system and therefore no significant enough monetization potential for Facebook from the right-wing. Right-wing demographics are shrinking. So right-wing strategists are pulling the rug out from under democracy in calculated and so far successful ways to forestall a more moderate and cohesive American future.

"Facebook wants what? A dangerously split country with the cruelest-by-far faction of the 1% and the most murderous racist bullies in charge? Facebook has an identity crisis, and it has to choose. GO WITH THE BULLIES AND DIE IN THE PYRE OF AMERICA'S ACCIDENTAL EXPERIMENT WITH VIOLENT FASCISM?

OR GO WITH THE PEOPLE TRYING TO EXPAND THE FRANCHISE AND LOVE for harmony, innovation, and honor among non-thieves. Seems a pretty clear choice. Democrats are about healing and helping. [And then the characters ran out. So now FB doesn't have to pay an excess electron luxury tax, even though they are taking away my rights to whine like a Fox News-appearing toddler who isn't allowed to publish anything they want anywhere any time in the private sector, because WHINE WHINE WHINE]."

If I have offended you, I'm sorry. Really. I can go 'over the top', pretty far. But I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I don't like having my feelings hurt either, like when nazis say I shouldn't exist and their complicit allies in the White House and Republican caucus say nothing, nothing but "There are good people on both sides". But I can't really do anything about that now except wish you well and a continuing change of heart. Godspeed.

 (You pay money to run a FB ad. I find it and 'review' it. Passive-    aggressively. Because I don't send it to you ever. Win-win!)
Larry Piltz
August 10 at 12:43 am

This is a photo taken from a Facebook ad. I am using it subversively, because I am a subversive and a positive and helpful fellow. Pasted below is the FB message I wrote to the man in the photo. He's the agency owner. I'm just being honest. Also, you should know, I chickened out and deleted the message before I accidentally sent it. I may be a subversive, but I also retain some manners. It's a part of what makes me positive, and a helpful fellow. 

"No offense or attack intended. You look like a nice guy. Probably nicer than me! But the photo feels a bit strange to me (no expert here, just a weirdo probably). But I cannot help but see a fist raised high for no apparent reason, so one suggestion my mind makes (I think out loud subliminally evidently) is that your fist is raised to hit the woman standing next to you.

I know, silly, stupid. But look. You're facing her, the fist looks like it could come down on her. It's obviously not on purpose or your intention. I'm an idiot, okay, but there's no other reason displayed in the picture for a raised fist than a man about to hit a woman for no reason at all (or if you're dancing, do something with both hands instead, something groovier) except that he's a man and that's what men do.

I know, waste of your time. I'm sorry. But I apparently had to speak. I do wish you well. I do have State Farm auto, homeowners, renters and umbrella policies. I'd still buy them from you if I didn't already have a good relationship with the agency I've worked with for years. So apologies if this message is just beyond the pale for you. I've had caffeine and have too much time on my hands.

But the photo makes no sense to me unless you're either dancing or about to hit someone, or just using your fist to intimidate a photo full of women. I know, stupid. But images matter, in society and in our hearts, and many other men have a thorough history of brutality. Though you look like a nice man. I've had a career in advertising. So I'm warped. I admit it. Though it lasted only three years about forty years ago.

Again, sorry. I'm gone now. Wouldn't darken your doorstep again. Honest. Wishing you well and success. You even look like you deserve a great life, which I do wish you. But lose the fist, or the big smile, preferably both, given your unclear and unidentified animus."

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

YES, IT’S ALL A FREAK SHOW, INDEED* I can well believe it takes all the air out of the room. I didn't watch Frontline’s Charlottesville** documentary though. I know what happened, basically, and may see it someday. I'm very happy it's televised and available. Right now though, it's all too real and near and possible. I need the mental cushion of just knowing, and not looking. I well know what it looks like already. As did many of my relatives back in and around The Pale, who didn't live to speak of it, and I've lived the entire silence about the subject with an extended family for 60-plus years. It's too loud a devastating subject to ever even whisper about. What are ya gonna do? Anyway? Well, I could join my son, wonderful young man now of dual American-Canadian citizenship living in B.C. It's tempting. I'd love to live near him anyway! Go Northwest, old man, I hear myself think at times. I have felt the strong presence all along, from childhood, riding along with me on a continuum where the past is still happening in its original form, as well as in newer different forms with different victims and different perpetrators, and have followed its course, surfacing here and there, the evil of Rwanda being a signifying manifestation, for instance, Columbine, for another, knowingly perpetrated on Hitler's birthday, subscribing for years to the Southern Poverty Law newsletter which recounts all reported hate crimes in the U.S. in climbing monthly totals into the dozens per month after month and rising with a bullet, with accounts of the crimes and those committing them and why. You don't have to look far or long. You can scan the headlines every single day. It's too easy. What's hard is to block it out. It's amazing how many people do, for different reasons. Two of them: Because it could never happen to me. Because it could happen to me. You're both wrong! It's happening now, somewhere, all the time. The fuse is lit. The race is on and here comes heartache. And now that "it" has the American presidential and one major party’s personal approving imprimaturs on it, with no American institution yet proving capable of seriously restraining it or cutting its power off at the knees with one swoop of the sword of justice, I think it's okay to begin to feel, or anticipate the beginning of feeling of...It. Is. Happening. Here. And yes…It. Can. Still. Be. Deterred. But it's easily as likely that it won't be. Already it's underway, with the easiest victims first to be demonized, officially denounced (yes, that is key), and gotten rid of like slaves at auction, with their prospects torn limb from limb as if by wolf packs, if not brutally imprisoned. Yes, not too cheery lately. I’ve even felt the need to reach back eight years for an upbeat song to record, just to feel like I'm doing something positive, that something's worth doing, and hopefully to soon send it out into a cold perplexed confused world that's looking for some warmth and clarity. I'll keep my warmth, thank you, until 'it' pries it from my cold dead body, but the world should have my clarity. It’s refreshing, and terrifying. With this song maybe I'll finally make a buck out of art! Or at least out of music. It'd be nice to be rewarded for my long harrowing doctor-it's-my-eyes personal monitoring of what's now emerged right from under our own 600 million feet**, and my musical response to it. It'd be almost cleansing, so to speak, though not ethnically. It’s easy to get lost in such a big parade*** * Title borrowed from Liz. ** Other potential and real documentaries among a galaxy of possibilities: Andersonville Georgia (not far from Plains) 13000 murdered, Sharpeville Transvaal South Africa 69 murdered, El Mozote El Salvador 800 murdered, Kigali Rwanda up to a million murdered, Srebenica Bosnia 8000 murdered). And the beat goes on. Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain. Maybe Cher can still do something. Sonny Bono wrote a hell of a good song, ya know? Distracted yet? *** Actual carnage may vary.

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

                                               Two Dreams of One Thing

After about seven or eight years in our home, and of those seven or eight years of immersing himself outdoors in our little woods, loving the outdoors as the Life Itself it is for him, because he is so fused with its grandness and its fascinating particulars, and its sensory wonderland, after all this time the seven or eight brutally hot summers have finally driven Tsavo to this August corner of the living room cottage surrounded on two sides by its five-foot tall rows of windows that provide a comprehensive visual immersion into his woods.

He finds rest and summer solace behind these windows and naps more deeply and prolifically in residence here than anywhere else in our home, instead of his more brief usual cat naps that have sustained his outdoor ranger forays and helped bring him home each day to complete the pride.

Even when one day he becomes old and can no longer be an easily vigorous embodiment of feline outdoor curiosity and investigation, he will be able to bask and nap in the windows to his world, his private enclave where invigorating memories of scents and sights and sound intimate knowledge of the creature kinds who inhabit Tsavo's world will play out before him, visible and real, beckoning him to knowingly inhabit his worlds in an expanded dream,
the dream of a lifetime.

Thought Xperiment @JEWanon  # jfds ;lfjrjfsdr There's a fluid stasis as the basis for those thoughts that hound ...