Ultimately, whatever "romantic chemistry" turns out to be I doubt there's any basis on which to disbelieve its existence. Having given 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and more "chances" while knowing better and living to regret it. Put it this way, "Where there's life there's hope", comes the closest to describing it -- and there's no period of evolution to it at all.

I'm a skeptic, but not one who dismisses out-of-hand any phenomena that a very wide range and very large number of people have been reporting for centuries despite a sudden, fifty-year-plus, faddish social fascination with it that has spawned intentional acts of fakery and drama for both profit and supposed "disproof" of these phenomena. Conclusive proof or disproof has never been presented. I would be a fool to commit myself to a side that claimed to have absolute hard fact -- No one does, and that remains the only reasonably justifiable conclusion.

--"Pe-Pu"

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You Like Being Single

Being single is just fine with you, but you don't always love it. Like most people, you would prefer to be attached... but you are rightfully picky. While you may not need to be in a relationship, you'd like to be in one. You try to make your life as great as possible, whether you're with someone or not.

Bailie Weiss, 1940-2009 -- Remembered.

You were there long before I was and you were there for me always, but you are no longer here while I remain.

"Georgie"

I might otherwise have donated time and money to charitable organizations and philanthropic agencies were they clearly distinguishable from other major "for-profit" corporations but the line is very blurred as to how much money goes where and if it's fairly distributed but the truth is that it's far from that, although, to be fair and accurate, it is impossible to run any charitable organization differently from any corporation having to be as successful as any corporation in having to sustain themselves as a viable organization.

No organization can run in the red, charitable or otherwise. Somebody has to pay for those CEOs' and IT professionals' Porches and $2,000,000 homes or they wouldn't work there without the same incentive that draws them to IBM, Microsoft, and a host of alike corporations. These aren't "Mother Theresas" and "Albert Schweitzers" taking marginal salaries when they could command so much more like there peers who do command those salaries.

When I do give to charitable organizations it's on a very local level such as firemen's funds and organizations for the homeless which more directly benefit those in need of their services and there's less money involved so that those involved with the services who do line their pockets are doing it with far less cash and are still more accountable for the money they draw from any shifting of the books.

This is not a popular thing to say but I'm very intent on knowing that what I give goes mostly to those it was intended to benefit.

--Geo

"Son Of Sam" -- Was Berkowitz the right guy or just some schizophrenic used to calm public fear?

Well, it is memorable.
Just as a Red Sox game ended I knew it would be like being in one of the lower rungs of hell to squeeze myself onto the first available underground streetcar that I could manage to barely fit into and still breathe, absolutely certain to be full of angry people mashed as tightly together as if they had been put in a trash compacter, each one detesting the existence of each and everyone else. (No, I wasn't at THE GAME but I had to be home for 'family obligations'.)

One car came along that looked so bizarre that it defied explanation and I didn't believe what I was seeing: roughly the front third, likely less, of the streetcar was full of tightly compressed people while nearly two thirds of the back were empty. I didn't question it when the doors gusted open and I had my choice of any seat in the back two thirds of that car. I had no explanation for this craziness until my nose and eyes began to water and my breathing began to become involuntarily minimal.

That was when I received my explanation, goddamnit!!! Somehow, one person had puked so copiously that it looked as if ten or more cows had hurled their guts all over the back two thirds of the streetcar and it was deep enough that the bottoms of my sneakers were submerged in it but I even managed to have the blind luck of choosing one of the very few seats that somehow escaped the gush of the "vomit storm"! There really is no describing this horror scene and how obvious it was from the consistency of the sputum that it originated from one fucking unlucky (More likely in truth, very lucky!) sonofabitch who let loose with this gusher. It didn't look humanly possible that a single individual was the container of what soaked about two thirds of a streetcar, but I rushed to the front with the other sardines if only to breathe again.

Absolutely nobody wanted me near them, needless to say even though it was only the soles of my sneakers and very bottoms of my jeans that had any remnants of the flood on them -- there was likely some odor from that but I have more reason to believe the pungently sour stench wasn't made any worse by the little that was on me and so close to the floor -- that was something I made absolutely damn sure of the second I bolted up from that seat!

I actually believed for a few short minutes that I was unexplainably fortunate for some freakishly strange reason. Holy bloody shit, no! Did I feel like the stupidest fucking brainless fool on earth for a while? Ohhhh, yeah! (Cringe!!!)

To this day I've wanted to see whoever it was that had the sheer physical capacity first to retain what I saw on that streetcar. What size was he??? (She?) Ack!

--"Pe-Pu"

Frank Zappa at a very quiet Italian restaurant with as many hours of conversation as possible and a very sensitive tape recorder running throughout the dinner.

--"Pe-Pu"

My sisters.