SUN!

little girl outdoorsThe day is beautiful.  There must be something redeeming in that statement but I’m afraid that means nothing while I’m sitting here inside.  I did a bunch of bitching when the weather was no so great.  Last winter was either ice or snow for the most part.  Technically we are still in spring, but it’s a lot more like summer out there and I’m here at home, only stepping outside to have a smoke.  The weather is beautiful.  No rain.  No hail.  The few clouds in the sky are afraid to even show themselves on a day like today.  Only the most brave and puffy are lingering in the spring fresh air.

Most of you are probably screaming through the monitor to get my butt from this house and get some sun.  I have the option of going to a pool for Chrissakes, but I’m still here typing.   Don’t get me wrong, I love the beautiful weather.  There something so simple as to get into my car and not have to worry about whether I will have to have a cover on my skin, or even have to trudge through feet of snow, dig out my car, and pray I don’t become the a tree’s worst nightmare, sliding out of control on ice.  Maybe it’s too beautiful.  Yeah, I’ve set it.  With a week of rain coming up in the forecast, I need to take advantage of this perfect day, or living with the Noah effect will make it all the more precious.

I’ve thought about it.  I really need to get out of here.  But here is my dilemma, what am I going to do?  With all these options what could I do? What would I want to do?  If I lived in Key West, I know what to do, go to the beach.  What else would you do?  Here in mostly landlocked Pennsylvania there really isn’t much to do.  I don’t want to spend money, for what?  Sun?  Most of the time it’s free, assuming there is enough sunscreen on you that you don’t wind up paying for it in the end.   I know that is just my negativity talking, but there is something to be said for stage 3 melanoma to ruin a guy’s day.

Sun has always been a component of my family; picnics, outside parties, etc.  It was the great gatherer; start the grill and they will come.  Hot and sweaty sizzling under the great orange ball in the sky was part of every childhood summer.  There was always a weekend holiday party to be present at.  Meeting the relatives.  Chowing down on food, going home, and lying in bed realizing kind of what it was like to feel like a lobster in a pot of boiling water.   I look back fondly, although at the time I was wonder what the fuck did I do to deserve all this itchy peeling skin in places I didn’t know I had.   If I wanted peeling skin, I could have avoided the sun and put rubber cement or Elmer’s glue on, wait for it to dry and then peel it off.   NO PAIN!

Cars are whizzing by, I can see though my window.   Trees are all green and smiling, are caressing the gentle breeze.  Joggers run up and down the hill next to me.  Squirrels jump and frolic in the high dandelioned grass, playing tag.  A bird just bumped my window.  Mosquitos are even on the job, sucking blood from unsuspecting naked arms and legs.  This could be a great memory.  I could be lying in bed later in the week, unable to get up because of the drearies brought on by the copious amounts of rain thinking of this time, when once I decided to step from the safety of my apartment, to bask in the rays of the great life giver in the sky.  I could, or I could just watch more television.

When the Interns Are Away

 

black coffee and a bookI’m stuck over the summer without my right hands.  The kiddies have left and I’m am up to my own to answer these questions posted to the comment section of my blogs.  I warn you, they may not be as witty as I’m able.  I’m holding back funnier stuff for a later date and time.

  • When I initially commented I clicked the “Notify me when new comments are added” checkbox and now each time a comment is added I get three e-mails with the same comment. Is there any way you can remove me from that service? Thanks a lot! fiscoe@gmail.com, xjsghpboepz@gmail.com

  I have looked into this, and no. There isn’t anything on my side to take away this nuisance. Let that be a warning to all of you…

  •  I don’t drop a leave a response, however I looked at a lot of comments on %BLOG_TITLE%. I do have 2 questions for you if you tend not to mind. Is it just me or do some of these remarks appear like they are written by brain dead folks? And, if you are writing at additional online sites, I would like to follow you. Would you post a list of all of all your social pages like your twitter feed, Facebook page or linkedin profile? wcbfcz@gmail.com

I’m glad you spend the time looking through “%BLOG_TITLE%.”  “%BLOG_TITLE%” one of my favorite posts.

Brain dead folks? I think the PC word would be sentenced handicapped. Not knowing where they are coming from, as not everyone here is from New Jersey, I don’t make so many limitations on my praise. A pat on the back is a pat on the back, and a kick in the ass is, well a boost into next Tuesday. I could list all my pages, but the links are on my website http://www.ejeisman.com and right here on the blog site. Look on the navigation bar, you’ll see where you need to go.

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I have no clue. Oh, wait…

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 I don’t know if it is any good but there are a bunch of people pushing it.

  • Hi there! This is my first comment here so I just wanted to give a quick shout out and say I really enjoy reading through your articles. Can you suggest any other blogs/websites/forums that deal with the same topics? Thanks! qbtytgrw@gmail.com

Hmm, who would want to write like me?

Do I? Look above any you will see the link for Twitter. I would be honored for you to follow me!

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I don’t know if their price is reasonable but I have my website through Yahoo. I’ve used it for many years and while I’ve been frustrated with it sometimes, it does a decent job for the most part. With the package, I have MySQL and WordPress (for blogs).

  •  My spouse and I absolutely love your blog and find most of your post’s to be exactly I’m looking for. Does one offer guest writers to write content to suit your needs? I wouldn’t mind creating a post or elaborating on a number of the subjects you write regarding here.  Again, awesome web site!   carmenproctor@gmail.com

Thanks for your high praise.  I do welcome guest bloggers, as I did for Karen Cole on 1/25/2013.  If you have something you’d like to talk about, regarding writing or related field, send me an email  ej@ejeisman.com.  I will review the article and if it fits within the parameters I’ve mapped out, I would be happy to post it. 

Thank you all for your comments.

The Interns Are Restless

girl gesturingIn that momentary, abyss between light and light again the next day, some people call it night, there was something extraordinary that happened.  Perhaps TMZ was too busy chasing down Solange and Jay-Z hoping to get another pugilistic exposition between them or they would have covered this ground breaking news here on the home front.   After months of denying any involvement, when, yes, it was painfully obvious that there was some indiscreet meetings, close working, and maybe even some physical contact, whether it involved the old “in-and-out”   is still unclear, but  two of my interns are now officially dating.  Their Facebook status’ have been changed.  There is no backing out now.

The beacon of Facebook blinded me this morning with their cheery notification in the form of a heart and their two names, we’ll call them Miss X and Mister Y and the promise of a commitment, at least until they read this blog, for all eternity.  Just like Ma and Pa Eisman, when they made a solemn oath over a few too many and a high school stick pin, they will be counting on their future grandchildren to be taking care of their diapers when they are old and feeble and drooling onto their bedclothes.

So when did this start?  What magical concoction between the two could ever have brought them together?  Vodka?  Gin?  Jack Daniels?  Beer?  Wine?  Love?  Nah, it could only be chemistry!  Like a bad date from eHarmony.com, they were brought together working for me;  editing, researching, and making bad jokes about each other.  Working close under this high stress, super-heated cauldron of drudgery would have been enough to make crystalized form of zirconium dioxide, but with the proper alignment of each of their charcoal atoms, they have become this diamond in the rough.

Happy?  Of course, I am happy for them.  I wish them well.  It couldn’t have happened to a better couple of insanely good looking people, although I am noting a hint of jealousy from the one remaining, who we will call Miss Z.   Miss Z and Mister Y, all though they didn’t know that I know, but I know, had had something before.  Does that make Mister Y as man-slut?  Yes, absolutely!   She and I knew about Mister Y and Miss X, before they knew, or were even speaking about it, let alone making the great Facebook commitment.    Miss Z had her cry.  She’s let Mister Y go, and now they can still pretend to be friends, although,  I’m sure she would surely put a fish gutting knife in his ribs as much as give him the time of day.  As pleased as I would be to see such a graphic display, I’ve made sure that that all sharp implements are kept under lock and key, or evacuated from the building before they arrived for work this morning.

Two more weeks and they will be free of working for me, so why make such a commitment now?   I’m really starting to think it was as much as a statement of “screw Miss Z” as much as statement of love between Miss X and Mister Y.  In two weeks they will be on to their next adventures as interns as they make their way through the education system.  I wouldn’t even be writing about this.  I’d have to think of another topic, like socks, instead of relaying this juicy bit of workplace indiscretion.  Perhaps it was tempting immortality.  They could have been just a couple of college students that fall in love, and that was it.  By stating now, they have this blog written about them.  When they get old they can show it to their children, and their children’s children, and be reminded about their moment of dedication to each other, and thus making their love immortal, even if their Facebook allegiance is finite.

Where Is Spring?

flowering yellow dandelionsThe summer winds came in way too early this year; I like warm weather, but not right after snow.  Much of my happy childhood memories revolve around this concept called “spring.”  Perhaps in your distant days the echoes of spring are still resident in your memory.  It is one of my most beloved seasons, because it ushered in summer, and, I’m not stupid, the end of school.  But, back in the day, (yes, I’m starting to sound like my grandfather), we had beautiful sixty to seventy degree weather for like months.  Birds didn’t already look like they were sweating.  Flowers didn’t all come out on the same morning, they were scattered throughout this spring time, so people could enjoy them each.  At the beginning there were the tulips around Easter time, and by the end there were explosions of color.  Everywhere.  My cherry tree is already losing its delicate pink flowers.  They only came out a couple of days ago.   This warm weather is causing everything to accelerate.  Danelions, yellow yesterday, are now gone to seed, ready to spread the grass with its annoying appearance, given a good stiff wind or a kid kicking them sets them free.   It is madness.

There was also a graduation loss of clothing.  Women and men didn’t simple move to speedos and shorts the instant that the weather changed.  It was gradual; loss of jacket, a short sleeve, then shorts, flip-flops, and then the occasional tank top.  Now, the first time it hits above fifty, there are pale naked limbs everywhere.   How are we supposed to adapt?  Where is the protocol? I have a perfectly good leather jacket that is collecting dust because there wasn’t that middle time between the winter and the summer.  I’m already wearing short sleeves to work, because of the heat.  I look like Sipowicz for cristsakes!  And it’s only May!

We need to get back to the old days.  Whatever we are doing that we shouldn’t should stop.   Like the old saying, “Everything in moderation,”  Mother Nature.    I really don’t want to live in a region where summer is nine months of the year, and the other three months is snow.   If I want to live in Florida, at least I could take advantage of the no shoveling, or my brother’s pool.  There a jacket is a rarity, and bare limbs have a natural tanned hue.

Another F*ing Cold

a man with the fluThe Gods have spoken. I have no control. I have nothing but to except their guidance in this issue. This cold is knocking me on my ass. As you might remember, the last time I came back from Wisconsin I had a bad cold. I hemmed and hawed about it, but this one has me trumped. I’ve played all the cards I could, from Comtrex, Vicks Vapor Rub, to chicken soup, to a hot toddy, to dressing up in every warm thing I have and try to sweat it out, but this thing has got me. Just like a fly in a web, it’s been cocooning me in hot and cold, cough, sneezing, head ache, stuffy and runny, drippy nose, wheezing, lack of sleep and the coup de grace, an overall feeling like shit. Now, feeling like shit is something I’m used to, but add all those other things to the mix and you just want to crawl under the blankets and wait for something to grow out of your head.
Colds have been around forever, ever since the cave man. Any time you get too many people together there are bound to have germs passing between them. Back then the cave man would have just died and been replaced by another, since there were so plentiful. Today’s bodies, try in vein, to fight and fight, with the help of all kinds of over the counter medicines to keep us moving; sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes it’s a roller coaster ride you can’t get off until the end and you just have to suck up the ebb and flow of the virus as it, gangs up, fortifies it offence, and plans to go around your medicines. After all these years, colds have become smarter than the medications that have been sent into battle to fight for you. When I was a kid, the answer to everything was penicillin. Have a cold, have some bubblegum flavored penicillin. If you were really sick, they had a grape flavor. Being a kid with the grape flavor, you were instantly treated to sleeping in the penthouse suite on the couch in case, I suppose, you caught on fire with your fever, you’d be closer to the fire extinguisher in the pantry. On the couch, you’d be treated to the heaviest parade of extra blankets from past relatives and dead people you’d ever want to be under. Your parents would tuck in all the blankets neatly under you so you couldn’t move during the night. Just a head, covered with a sock hat and as slit for your eyes and the rest of you would be mummified until morning; if you survived. Parents have a way of over doing things, especially as when you are a kid, sometimes you actually think they want you to survive or something. When you aren’t sick, their, “go play in the street” attitude might make them seem otherwise. As a child, I was always sick; from measles, to chicken pox, to colds, strep throat, bronchitis, pneumonia, mononucleosis, and there was a point when there was a viral meningitis scare. I’m surprised they didn’t just leave me at a K-Mart bathroom, just to get away from me. I’ve been battling diseases for most of my life, you would think that I would have some antibodies set up for this shit by now. But NOOOOOO! As an adult, I’m reduced to a childlike state, fighting the good fight for control of my body temperature, my breathing, and the fluids running, like cockroach in the light, out of my nose. I want to suck my thumb and get out my wubby blanket and have it tell me it will be all right. My girlfriend tries to help, but I’m just a colicky baby. I don’t know what I want, but I want it now. In frustration, she shrugs her shoulders. I’m sorry. I’ll roll out the chicken soup, drink more fluids, and bundle on the clothes. I have to ride out the hurricane in my body, alone. Like the doctor in the emergency room that told me when I was bleeding profusely after I nearly cut off my finger, “It will stop bleeding one way or another,” I will temper my response, because like most things in life, this too, will pass.

Madison, Wisconsin

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This morning, again, I am plagued with sleeplessness in preparation for ending my time here in Madison, Wisconsin; my flight leaves at nine.  Except for the thoughts of missing the plane, as our shuttle leaves at eight from the hotel, I’m sure it will be an uneventful flight.  I will remember the many people keeping my colleagues and I snug, fed, and liquored up during the off times of this week’s training classes.  First I must say that the bus drivers have been wonderful, even when the bus became full, the Radisson stepped in and provided another promptly.  Kudos to the desk staff, who were always courteous, and having perpetual smiles on their faces.  To the bar staff, Paul notably, keeping us entertained with stories of his garden, his partner, and his life here in Madison.  I’ll remember my drinking buddies, Jim, who also happened to grow up in New Jersey, but now lives in Silicon Valley in California, and Johann, flew in from Holland, who was also for training.

Although I didn’t get out seeing any of the town, being tired after sitting in classes for hours, I still have an appreciation for the area.  There is a certain beauty about the college town, although it’s suburbs and city could double for any other place, like Montreal, or upper New York.  The people here were always nice, and there seemed to be a sense of peace within them, that kinda make you wonder what they are smoking.  And can I get some?  Travelers can be so obtuse to other people, being more worried about their own issues and not those around them, but I tried not to be that way.  I listened to the heart beat of the sacred land heard what it was telling me; go fish!   Go enjoy!   Life is never so bad as it seems.  You can see it in the smiles at the counter, in the classrooms, and on the street.  It beckons me to believe that I too can achieve inner peace in this world of turmoil, poverty, crime and war.  You can see it in the food they eat, Cheese Curds; such a simple yet complex substance, perhaps an elegant mirror of the people that eat them.   Dainty, tasty and you want so much more.  As I fly out this morning I will remember all that Madison has offered me, and I will try to leave my skeptical side on the boarding ramp, because, you know, life is never as bad as it may seem.

Four Horoscopes

  • If you’re not attached, get dressed. There’s just no better time for you to meet someone — someone very, very different from anyone you’ve ever known. Wear whatever makes you feel sexiest.
  • Invest in yourself! A home-based business is the tool you need to cut through the glass or paper ceiling you have encountered in the “corporate” or office world. You are sick of the “Dilberts” and the drama, find a way to work, even part time from home, the challenges will be nothing compared to the rewards
  • You will be asked many questions today. You will often be consulted for advice and will have to keep the peace in delicate issues. However, do not become arrogant as a result of this trust placed in you. If not, you may quickly misuse this openness with those around you for selfish purposes. Use your influence to help others. Perhaps you might win the heart of somebody else.
  • A rather disconcerting rumor about your job could reach your ears, Cancer. Perhaps you’ll hear that the company is being sold or undergoing a shakeup in the hierarchy. You might get caught up in a frenzy of worry about whether or not you’ll stay on. Before jumping to any conclusions, phone someone who knows what’s going on and find out the truth. What you’ve heard is probably just gossip.

I was taking note of four horoscopes that were for Cancer, April 8, 2014. Is this a little like weather predicting?  Here are four people with completely different views of the stars.  The stars haven’t moved since they read them, it’s their interpretation.  Which should I follow?   How am I to know?  None really pertain to my situation, and now that the day has past I know it’s just bullshit.  Just the like weather man, I could predict, with the same accuracy, none, what you had for dinner yesterday.  Or I can make it vague enough to cover everything.

  • Plan on a meal later in the day with your loved one (dog or cat if you are single or yourself, if you are into that), unless you aren’t feeling hungry.

I want to believe that I’ll wear something that will make me feel “sexiest.”  I want to believe that I can find a job that I can work from home, and that’s the worst part; false hope.  Days go by so fast, why am I wasting time reading this drivel?

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Now That HIMYM Is Done

family-guyMonday nights have been exclusively for How I Met Your Mother nights.  Kim and I would plan our evening to make sure that we were butt planted on the couch at 8:00 PM ready to receive the voices and flickering images from our television.   A half-hour later, we discussed what happened and Kim’s daughter called and they would debate on what was special about a particular song or thing, that was in the episode and how it recalls a previous episode.   I was new to the series, so I took it for granted.  I didn’t know all the “Easter Eggs” they placed in, for those views that know better.  I was enlightened and now it’s gone.  Done.   Like trying to give up chocolate, I’m still craving more, and feeling empty inside.

After watching Colbert Report and The Daily Show, our emptiness was upon us.  The channel changer got a good workout until we found re-runs of Family Guy.   I’ve been watching Family Guy for a long time now, and I’ve seen most of the re-runs they play on TBS.  Last night wasn’t any different, but Kim hasn’t watched it and is learning more about the plot lines.   It’s fun to watch her laugh at the antics.  Don’t get me wrong, I laugh too, even though I’ve seen it many times.  As much as I remember the plot of the story, the “flash backs” are hysterical.   You really can’t be prepared for the silliness that will befall you; it’s a taut ballet, of plot and flash backs weaving a story of, usually of redemption, for Peter in the end.  Like a true comic, it paints from a gloriously colorful pallet of history, life, and silliness.  I get most of the references, I think, in part because it is aimed at my age group.

Having grown up in the 70’s-80’s, most of us egocentrics from that era believe it was the golden age of music, art, movies, etc., was before the internet, before real computers, and when kids used to go outside to play instead of being in a darkened room with a X-Box or Sony.   Computers tried to move in with Pong, and Asteroids, and Pacman, but you had to go down to the corner store, drop in a few quarters (sometimes more), to have play them.  Later home games systems became more popular, once they came down from their original $500-$1000 price tag.   I remember my parents plunking down $250 for a used ATARI 800 with 48KB of memory.  It had a keyboard, so I was able to do my term paper using a word processor program call PaperClip, and I could program in Basic and Assembly Language to make it do what I wanted.  It got me partly where I am today, so I really can’t knock it. But I digress.

Family Guy is fun.  It’s like Jeopardy for illiterates, only you win whether you get their references or not; it just makes you laugh.  It appeals to kids and parents on such wrong levels, there is some part of my brain that thinks that it shouldn’t be on the air, but then I would lose a guilty pleasure.  Blast YOU, Family Guy!  LOL!

Delightful!

In case you missed it on Tuesday, Bill Cosby was on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.  My cheeks were hurting from laughter.   Mr. Cosby walked around like he just came out of a Dementia Clinic seeming surprised of the set, the host, and the band.  It was a cute little put on.  It kept the night lively, certainly took the show out of the conventional talk show rut (guest sits down and they blabber for a while).  From there things got even more interesting with the crowd participation, with Mr. Cosby being spot on with his quick come backs.  And when Fallon jumps on his back, in a truly cringe worthy moment, as Cosby “walks a tight rope” across the stage, the laughter couldn’t get better.  This moment will definitely make the best of reel twenty-five years from now.   I know Fallon has been pushing the envelope to bring back viewers.  He’s doing a great job with his brand of humor, musical taste, and quest to outdo himself, and those before.   I just hope he doesn’t burn himself out too soon!

You’ve got to see this!

The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon- Bill Cosby