Wednesday, October 26, 2011

you could be happy

"You Could Be Happy"

You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head

Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur

Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you, girl
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

Monday, October 17, 2011

Abbey Road Session Pictures and Paul's Later Session


Getting Ready

Paul is playful

Ringo Joins

Paul does last minute check of Ringo, Note he is still wearing sandals.

Paul still wearing sandals

From the other side.

Paul came back for a photo session for "Paul is Live" , a play on words because there were supposed "clues" in the original session that were used to further the myth of his being dead.

Final, photoshopped final album cover.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

My Wonderful Wife

This is a picture of my wife taken by me at one of the happier moments in my life. She went with me to an Obama rally in Birmingham where we both actually were lucky enough to shake hands with him. I love this picture taken before he spoke. I never should have any doubt about how much she loves me just looking at this. I was so proud to have her there.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Trouble with Truth

When I first worked in a library I volunteered and was allowed to shelve books based on a test of the Dewey decimal system, or basically my knowledge of math and decimal points. One didn't really have to know the Dewey system, just which number followed which. Soon, the guy in Reference, Barry Benson, decided he could use me in the reference section. This began my long association with Reference work. When I was invited to become a paid employee, the only question I was asked was whether I had a reliable way to work. I said "Yes." and I was hired. I became a "Reference Page" and learned all about the workings of the reference department.

At various times throughout my career I would be stationed in reference. Even when I was in Circulation I would be used to relieve people in Reference for breaks and lunch hours. As time went on, I got better and better at answering reference questions. Unfortunately, I began to mistrust the answers. It wasn't that I was giving answers any different than others. I would always leave the tough questions for librarians who had training. Yet, I was often less happy with their answer than the one I had briefly researched before deciding the question should be referred upwards.It is surprising how a overly perfectionist nature like mine is not suited to reference work.

Later in my career I was an actual Reference Librarian 2. At this time I had even more reason to ask the question of what truth there was in truth. I will tell that story someday, when I have the stomach for it, but for now just know that I had severe misgivings.

Religion has been in my life since I was young. At many times in my life I have had reason to also doubt this way of thinking. But certain experiences compel me to believe in my God. The recent news article that I posted on another blog about vitamins being unhealthy is typical of the struggle of limited human beings to discover what is true. It doesn't really matter if you blame this new truth on scientists who disagree with each other or the media outlets (including book publishers) which print things for money and audience.

In the end no one can be trusted for precious truth. And there is only one way I see out of this dilemma for myself personally. I must find some overriding truth that is beyond science, beyond what I learned as a child when I fully believed in the concept of truth, and beyond even what mistakes I may be making in my belief structure now.

From there, the answer is easy and obvious. Refer it to a higher authority.

Friday, October 7, 2011


All good things must come to an end. But for now....

not this blog!!  I've been variously busy with many things, Facebook experimentation, figuring out how to do a new evolving blog on Television, problems problems problems. But, I promise I am here to stay. Short format doesn't cut it but it was interesting trying on Facebook and I did influence a few more people than I will here on these dusty blogs. But while influencing people is all well and good, these blogs are more sympathetic with the way I want to write. But, take heart, maybe people don't need influencing anymore because they are actually protesting things that I have mercilessly, endlessly blogged on about in Michael's Aimless Blog. Honestly, though, anyone reading as much about economics as I was could hardly miss that "income inequality" was the central issue. That one wasn't too tough.

I must sadly announce two more blogs will make their appearance. A moment of silence for the world before I became obsessed... I cannot figure how to do all the things I need to do without them, so I will be starting the "Meadowview" blog. The first entries were published, here on this blog, I believe, under the heading "Meadowview Project." So you've read them already, right? :)  Nothing to see here, move along.

I  morphed Torpedo Sandwich of Truth into my personal blog which is now Tomato Sandwich of Truth. It is nonsensical but nonseasonal and tastes the same throughout the year.

And you thought that was the second new blog. No, I realize I need a short subject blog/news blog which was the way I began Torpedo Sandwich of Truth as an experiment.

So, the extremely sad rundown which shows I have nothing better to do with my life is:
  • Michael's Aimless Blog - politics, economics, and long form controversial
  • Michael's Amiable Blog - my friendly blog which will never harm a hair on your head
  • Michael's TV Warehouse - a blog about all things television, which will eventually include more an more of my interesting videotapes on CNN and not so interesting ones on the Beatles. Sound backwards? Well, you'll see if you read before it gets taken down. ) Actually I do have a lot of stuff on the Beatles not on YouTube so this could be of interest to someone. I have various clips of commercials and things long forgotten, but alas mostly Beatles and CNN backhaul feeds, you know... the fun behind the scenes stuff.
  • Meadowview: memories of my childhood mixed in with whatever false memories I have of my childhood.
  • Tomato Sandwich of Truth: Originally my short subject blog, now my personal blog. Personal, I said, why are you even interested? Move along...
  • Elroy's 21st Century History Class: Short subject postings of readings from my research into reality. Mostly the news itself.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Meadowview Pictures

These pictures were taken with a small Polaroid Swinger camera I received for Christmas one year.

This picture is of the flooding street in front of our apartment. The street used to flood all the time. We had a Volkswagon Beetle.  Dad would call the insurance company each time it flooded. Later, if it looked like rain, we often moved the car to the end of the street where it was too high to flood

This is Henry Findley (eating) and Greg Plyler who lived in the apartments. Henry often organized football and was a pool lifeguard for a while.

This is a picture of some of us kids playing Monopoly. From left to right are Greg Plyler, Mike McDowell, Don Ricks (an adult with a terrible lisp. he is watching professional wrestling on his small TV, unseen here. Mr. Ricks did a lot of things with us kids. He was an odd man.), and Ricky McPherson.

This is my niece Debbie. This was the small tree in our yard. There was a larger tree to the right. In the background over her shoulder is a tree that I am very familiar with. Later, when I was a teen, I used to sit under this tree late at night, against the brick wall, and listen to "Beaker Street" from some far away station in Little Rock, Ark. I would stay up late into the night and listen on my little transister radio to "underground" music. Across the street, is the area that contained the pool. If you look carefully you can see evergreen bushes. This marks the fence that went around the pool. The fence is also visible. Debbie was a beautiful little girl and is now a very beautiful lady. I am two years older than Debbie.

This is "Swanzy" who worked at the "Handy Andy" convenience store next to the gas station on the corner of Court Street and Delano. Behind the gas station was a large mountain of tires. We used to play on this mountain of tires, which was infested with mosquitos at a certain time of year. I remember learning that lesson very well.

This is my father reading my Mad magazine. Behind him is the air conditioner in the window and the back door to the right. Mother had beautiful curtains on the back door. The wall has the familiar plant holders on it, and behind this wall was the kitchen.
This is my father sitting with my nephew Scott. Scott was holding my cat, which did not like to be held. And Dad is holding Fritz, Scott's Dachshund. I'm not sure who named "Fritz" but I'll guess it was Mickey, Scott's father. Of course, it is a German name for a German hound. I'm also fairly certain this was the Christmas I received my camera. :)

This is my father sleeping on the bed. After retiring, Dad drove a taxi at night. He would often be sleeping like this in the daytime in his work clothes.

This is my Mother. She is probably in Illinois in this picture standing in front of tomato plants, I believe. She was very healthy at this point. She is wearing a pair of sandals I remember so well.

Found "Beaker Street" on Wikipedia!

Holy heck! Beaker Street was vastly important. I listened to it for years and years until FM started playing album oriented rock, just like it says in the article. WHHY-FM was what I listened to after that, later to become Y-102. No wonder I have the tastes I do in music. Beaker Street was one of the first underground radio broadcasts. That is amazing.