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Triptophan Triage

MindOverMary and I have just been sitting out on her screened in back porch talking this morning. The little lake her house backs onto is lovely today, very calm with sparkles of sunlight playing across the water and highlighting the birds and turtles and whatnot that inhabit this little corner of paradise. Since it’s in the 70s today with a very light wind, we’ll be going to downtown Charleston to walk around and look at some French Quarter ante-bellum homes and do some shopping in the upscale downtown stores (Gucci, Neiman Marcus, Mont Blanc, all kinds of high end brand names have their own freestanding outlets in Charleston). Later, we’ll have a meetup with various and sundry at a local pub that features a huge fireplace on the deck.

I heard the weather isn’t quite as nice in OKC as it is here. Who would have guessed?

Last night I met some lovely folks from Savannah that were up visiting and we played a little poker (I lost horribly, went into the tank for at least $1.35). People here seem to like to tell “shaggy dog” stories; you know, long and involved stories that are much more funny in the telling than in the punchline. It’s a very southern thang.

MindOverMary has done me the great favor of solving all my problems, social, intellectual, spiritual, sexual and professional. Thanks a lot, sis! She seems to be the great guru and analyst for all her friends. Of course, her friends are very unlike mine, none of whom have any problems whatsoever.

MindOverMary’s biggest problem is that her two cats are clearly crazy. They fight and then they make up and they are never satisfied with whatever side of the door they presently face: they want in until they get in and then they want out. We don’t let that upset us because it’s just the nature of cats. I’m thinking that friends are the same way. Never satisfied, but don’t get bent out of shape because that’s just the nature of one’s friends.

I’m told there are football games on television, but that’s not a priority for me right now even though it’s Bedlam weekend since that game won’t be on television here in the heart of the SEC.

I’d like to blog some more, but it’s just too beautiful outside to stay in here at a laptop.

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Happy Thanksgiving

It’s the anniversary of the assassination of JFK, the end of Camelot. Thankful yet?

Oh, well, I’m in So. Carolina with my sis, MindOverMary, and everything is wonderful and the turkey smells so darn good I’m about to just die.

We went out last night to her fav Wed. night place, just as we went to Paseo on Wednesday when she was in town visiting me.

I told her she was keeping stuff between us exactly even. When she was in town, I introduced her to lots of guys and now that I’m in Charleston, she’s introducing me to lots of guys. It wasn’t the exchange I had in mind, I don’t care if they are great guys.

Nothing left to do but watch football with great guys.

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One Hit Wonder

Lenny Welch did this song way back when and it’s been covered by Al Jarreau, Reba McIntire, Mickey Dolenz of the Monkees, and about 5,883 other people, but no one does it better and I mean no one. The face in this video is Grace Kelly, Princess Grace. It’s not the face I see when I hear this song when I get the blues most every night, but it’s a beautiful face nevertheless. And, yes, this is an earworm deluxe. If you click this video, you will have the tune in your head guaranteed, so get out the hankies boys and girls for “Since I Fell for You.”

the internet is for porn

(extended post added below on Sunday morning)

Some random thoughts …

At one time, the Supreme Court’s notion was that porn was sort of local. The idea was that each community would decide for itself what was obscene because what would seem OK to people in Times Square in New York City would not be OK in Chickasha, OK. That idea is long ago antiquated by the internet. The porn we see on the ‘net is global.

Porn is less isolated now. Once upon a time, porn was pretty much a solitary experience. You read a magazine and looked at the pictures in embarrassed and alienated circumstances. No more. A very tiny sliver of the population engaged in Bondage play or sado-mashochism and while that community of people is still small, its ranks have grown and its practices have become more acceptable to society by sheer exposure. I dare say that in fact very few people would have any interest in being hung from the ceiling by fishhooks in their skin, but a large number of people have now seen such things on the ‘net.

I recently watched Kevin Smith’s “Clerks II” and I’m a big fan of the director of “Chasing Amy” and “Dogma”. In Clerks II, there’s an extended joke about an internet porn fetish, ATM (ass to mouth). In a mainstream movie?

Rather recently, I’ve written about an essay I read about Americans and their overall enjoyment of sex in the internet porn world. What goes on in cyberspace, it seems, affects the real world and those in the 20-30s dating scene find themselves faced with the prospect of attempting to have real world sex that competes with what goes on in porn videos.

Like it or not, porn is a multi-billion dollar industry — yes, billion with a “b”.

Larry Flynt, who publishes a gynecologically fixated porn mag called “Hustler”, is a hero to many who prize the 1st Amendment and to others of us who hate the hypocracy of the Republican Party for his sustained drive to “out” those who proclaim their goody-two-shoes philosophy in public and practice porn in private. Porn has put Larry Flynt in the “superrich” category.

Some parts of the internet porn “industry” flat flabbergast me. I’m left in amazed, bemused, conflicted confusion.

To start with, internet porn is boring. I mean really boring. Really really boring. And, I say this as a man who finds sex endlessly fascinating. To the extent I find something sexual “naughty” in my own personal pantheum of porn, there’s nothing like the internet to take the fun out of it.

I would like to think that internet porn is mostly confined to sleazy, lowlife dullards and those who are so physically challenged in some way that porn is their only sexual outlet. The facts won’t bear that out. The bottom quintile of the economic classes aren’t on the ‘net browsing porn because they don’t have DSL-empowered computers. The high speed, high quality porn that makes so much money is being sold to middle and upper-middle class men with powerful home computers on broadband connection.

It is not the permanent economic underclass that drives porn and it is not the intellectually challenged with IQs of 110 and less. Porn on the net is the province of the working class and middle class guy who works right next to you and eats at the next table at Chili’s or Olive Garden. It is college fraternity guys and older divorced guys who drive porn.

I’ll tell you who else drives porn. Women. They are the sina qua non of porn. Porn requires an endless supply of women who want to engage in sex for show and those women cannot be and are not women who are left out of the dating game due to some perceived physical deficiency. Porn women are large breasted and small waisted, in the main, and rarely over the age of 30.

I know that some of you who may be reading this have had an experience with dating sites like Match.com or Yahoo Personals. Have you looked at the “soft porn” dating sites? There are literally thousands of photographs of ordinary women exposing themselves, often grotesquely, in search of a “NSA” (No Strings Attached) hook-up. There are, of course, “swinger” sites and “nudist” sites and “escorts” for hire on the ‘net.

Porn, loosely defined, spills out into our mainstream entertainments of course. Have you been to a site called “Mr.Skin”? It’s a collection of those few seconds or minutes of mainstream films in which some actress is exposed and/or engaging in some kind of bad behavior. Think Charlize Theron in “The Devil’s Advocate” with Al Pacino or Halle Berry in “Monster’s Ball” with Billy Bob Thornton. Better yet, think of the thinly disquised porn of “9 1/2 Weeks”. Hollywood producers make cold calculations about the effect on ticket sales of such scenes and they are put into the movie to bring in the young males, then stripped out by the internet porn industry for resale to the same ticket buyers.

Porn, again loosely defined, also invades our television. HBO and Showtime every bit as much as the Playboy Channel sell us porn by cable every single week of the year and even broadcast television is all about shows with some sexual content. Rap music is filled with not just sex, but raw and brutal sex.

Strap on your seat belts and grab onto something, because here’s where I take one of those hard lefts onto another track.

I think porn is the canary bird in the coal mine of American civilization. I think this inexplicable spread of porn is a signal that the air is getting bad and our society has some hidden rot and decay that is really starting to stink. I think porn is the stench of gangrene in the blood. It is not the sickness itself, it is the stench of the sickness; the outward symptom of an inward rot.

Do you remember the pictures of people going to see a movie in the middle 60s at the Tower Theater? Girls in white gloves and boys in slacks and tie? Don’t see that any more, do we?

The Mom and Dad with two kids family is no longer the norm in our society. Single parent homes are by far the most numerous in today’s America.

Most jobs for most adults in America had health insurance, paid vacation and retirement plans as EXPECTED benefits. One adult’s salary supported an entire family. No longer. If you have those benefits today, the likelihood is that you work at a government job.

Fifty years ago, Dwight Eisenhower’s biggest problems as president were that the Russians had just launched Sputnik and there was a good chance the steel industry would go on strike, threatening a recession. No worries about a steel strike these days since there is no American steel industry, much less a steel union with power to shut it down. Is there anything about your SUV that is really any better than a 1957 Chevy with a flathead six or 283 V8? Who would you rather have as president today: Ike or Bush? Can you imagine Bush being elected in 1957?

Just to make things easier, btw, I am not saying porn is the cause of any of these things, only a symptom of other deteriorating subsystems of our society.

I think that as a nation, America has made the mistake of living a life unexamined. Things happen, technology rolls on and medicine creates more miracles, and we just don’t think about it. So, there’s internet porn, so what you gonna do about it? So what? So, people live longer, so what? So, SUVs are insane, so what? Let the selfish, self-centered assholes drive them, who cares? Yesterday’s parents didn’t like Elvis and today’s parents don’t like Fitty Cent, so what? It has always been so.

Quite right. So what?

Are we going to be able to eliminate porn? No. It’s been tried and has always failed.

Nevertheless, something tells me that we, all of us, the entire nation and maybe all of western civilization, need to take a step back and take stock. We are going to be faced very soon with looking at a large part of our lives as we daily experience them with respect to the environment. We will have no choice but to address the SUVs and how we use water and plow the ground and use air conditioners and heaters. When Social Security was first introduced in 1935, a bare one or two percent of the population could be expected to live significantly beyond the age of 65. Within the next seven years, about a quarter of the population will be older than 65 and have a reasonable expectation of living to 80 and beyond. This is the direct effect of advances in medicine. We’re certainly going to have to step back and take stock of that fact and most especially the fact that a very large porportion of those senior citizens do not have any other retirement plan. You can bitch about it or think about it or whatever, but very very soon the global economy is going to bite our ass hard: The devaluing of the dollar in the face of trillions of dollars of debt to finance W’s wars and the rise of the price of oil to the $100/bbl will affect how you live your daily life and it will impoverish you. Dick Cheney nonwithstanding, deficits do matter and we are on the verge of finding out just how much they matter.

Part of what scares me the most about all this is that those who we might need to count on to help take stock are entirely incapable of doing so in a rational and productive way. No one reads and no one knows crap about history or economics or politics or ethics. Not only have we lost our way, we’ve lost any way to find a better course. We’re too busy dialing up internet porn to be bothered with spending the same hour thinking about what we’ve lost, what we’ve gained and where we want to go from here.

I want to write more on this topic, but I have this overwhelming need to go pull the covers over my head and hide for awhile. Maybe it’ll just go away if I do that. If I come out from under the covers, I think I’d like to write something about how much I hate relativism as a social philosophy.

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Guest Blogger

I have a guest blogger today.

No, I mean I have a blogger as a guest today.

MindOverMary has come to Oklahoma City and stayed with me last night.

She’s a blogger and she’s a guest.

Friday night, I’ll be having a little coffee and cake reception for her and the Oz. They had birthdays last week, but it’s hard to catch up to either one of them.

Since she’s away from her MindOverMary “place”, I’m gonna force her to write a paragraph here:

I’m home! I love, love, love being in OKC with my Big Bro and friends, it’s always a good time for me.

We went to an AA meeting last night, my first one ever and it was fabulous! Sounds funny but it really was great to hear all the hope and happiness of people who thought their lives were as good as it was going to get in a drunken state of despair and now to be free and happy. Alcohol is the devil, that’s what I tell my kids and if they could hear what I heard they would know this to be true.

Then we went to Isis, (ironic, don’t you think?) and had cranberry juice with tonic and lime drinks.
Nothing is better than being home with Mom and Big Bro. Life is good.

And, now a word from Sinatra:

I’m zahsted!

Jhon has cute chicks come over an spen the night, but we all sleep together like proper littermates.

Last night, a cute chick came over but didn’t sleep proper.

I had to run from one room to another all night long just to check on things.

I’m zahsted!

Pet mah belley.

More!

‘Hind tha ears!

More!

More! Now!

I hates yew.

I shall soon express my discontent with the universe

X Sinatra, Imperium and killer of small fluttery things

MindOverMary has a very strange morning habit. She “walks”. Who knew? She wants me to go with her, but I’ve patiently explained that when I feel like exercise, I go lie down until the feeling goes away.

I’m going to go lie down now.

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