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I Like It

Published April 30, 2020 by Nan Mykel

I just sat down in the corner chair by the bookcase and picked up a book I wrote in 2015, to see what I thought of it  now.  I read it through and was satisfied to find I like it. (I hadn’t been too sure about the stories).  I didn’t announce its self publication on Create Space, and didn’t even offer the library a copy. I focussed my attention on my incest book and tucked Time Wrinkles, a plebian portfolio down to earth & over the top in story & verse away.  Last year I gave my incest book away in pdf form (see that page of this blog) and will probably do likewise with Time Wrinkles in a year or two. But I just wanted to let you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m Scared

Published April 29, 2020 by Nan Mykel

I fear our leader may be delusional.  It seems possible he really believes what he says.  Two of his latest statements suggest seriously that he needs some  care.  I can only imagine how his staff must be trying to figure out how to get him to accept some help.  Given that we’ve had at least two presidents who were augmented behind closed doors by their spouses (or so I’ve I read), apparently this eventuality is not covered by the constitution.  As irate as I have been by his presidency, I am coming to experience more concern—and fear—tonight.

I Know this is Silly After…

Published April 25, 2020 by Nan Mykel

it appeared on Twitter, and this is my infinitesimal blog, but I was impressed by it
Andrew Cuomo
@NYGovCuomo

NY has given $116 billion more to the federal government than we received since 2015.

Kentucky *took* $148 billion more from the federal government than it gave.

Just give NY our money back, Senator McConnell.

Why, Why, Why?

Published April 24, 2020 by Nan Mykel

Let’s think. Why would hairdressers, massage therapists and tattoo parlors be opening among the select few non essential businesses in Georgia today?  Let’s see–they all consist of touching, so–either he has it in for these people, or it’s follow the money.  Surely not!

  1. He could be buddies with the owner of one or all of  these places (or he or his family own one or a string of them?)
  2. He could be a misogynist, out to get primpy women
  3. He could want to get rid of the part of society that flocks to tattoo shops
  4. He may be super religious and has massage therapists confused with massage parlors for sex.                                                                                                                                                                  Sorry, I don’t live in Georgia, and am really looking at the problem from a logical, not political, point of view.  But even politically?    Suggestions welcome.                             OH–Maybe he figures many won’t want to go to these, and he can avoid protests!

 

The Gold Digger – Reblogged Fiction

Published April 23, 2020 by Nan Mykel

Awesome. Who are you?

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Chingz looked wonderful, handsome to the core. He arranged his baseball cap and stood near the gleaming golden color sports model Mercedes. The car was an eye catcher. He was casually and expensively dressed. The car was parked right next to a road crossing. Couple of people passed, he paid them scant attention. It was a Californian suburb which boasted a basketball court, couple of modelling agencies, a drama school, spare expensive hotels and few hospitals and parks and such. Another 10 minutes passed and nobody of interest crossed the road. Then Chingz saw in the rear view of Mercedes a tall girl approaching the crossing. He looked at his sports watch and lifted his cap a bit to scratch his head. Then he approached the swanky girl who was starting to cross the road. She was a looker. Tank tops, long shampooed straight hair, great long supple strong shapely…

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Today Is Today Is Today…

Published April 22, 2020 by Nan Mykel

Been reading too much Gertrude Stein.

Went to sleep last night listening to the fm station that gives me colorful images, and it threw a tantrum in the middle of the night. Need a new one, quick!

Sorry. Andy Varga, Lynn Rodgers, Chuck Schaffer, Shirley Subora and Winona, for failing to respond to your trusting snail mail–trusting that I would answer or return.  I have no excuse, but here’s my guilt.

Well that’s a downer, isn’t it.  Just re-read some of my pages (see top of page) and some of them seem very good.  The gift of my best book via a pdf on this site did get on the page,  but I don’t think anyone has taken me up on it, or believed it.

Why is evolution favoring Carona virus in lieu of us?

My town is pretty much dependent on a university.  Housing has already burgeoned too much.  We are getting used to ordering by the internet.   What lies around the corner for us?  In a way I’m kinda glad I’m 84.  (But only in a way).

Still Talking to Myself

Published April 21, 2020 by Nan Mykel

I could use help with grown out-hair…

Where have all the flowers gone…

I don’t like to hate…

Will Fed X replace the post office?

Remembering Buddy Davis, journalism professor at the U of Fla., who spoke frequently of “the milk of human kindness.”

Just finished The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas.  Surprised!

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