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          I just remembered, it’s tax day in America and for the first time in a decade, no extensions or running to post office (they don’t post those Most Wanted pictures anymore. Maybe it takes up too much space). Someone commented on my usage of parentheses. I said, “Look at the tips of your fingers- that unique design.” Then they understood my parentheses. From high school days until a few years ago, deep down inside my complex spiritual make-up, tangled synapses and dendrites (pure rambling now) I thought of becoming a comedian. There’s nothing like an ability to make people laugh. So why do I write blogs where making people laugh is as far away as the next parallel universe?

            I’ve touched on the subject in earlier blogs of an innate sense of the world, current events, the coming together of chains, inevitability, hopping off freight trains, history and reliving, essence, and expecting nothing from fellow planetary denizens. And I’m not Nostradamus but it’s worth repeating for the purposes of the subject matter of this blog entry.  In my novel, ‘Vichy Water,’ I wrote about car companies not recalling and people dying (Toyota); drug companies doing the same thing (diabetes drug a month ago which causes 43% increase in heart attack); President Obama’s speech in June, 2009(really important for subject matter) in Egypt where he promises that America will be more respectful and understanding to Muslims(character in novel is Muslim and is treated just like the President said); HBO, Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks releasing the series, “The Pacific” which shows WWII and Guadalcanal(in novel I send a character to Guadalcanal to pay respects to our fallen WWII soldiers); a few weeks ago the United States enters into treaty with several European countries to curtail fishing for Atlantic Blue Fin tuna nearly extinct(25,000 left)(in novel I constantly bring up the impending extinction of tuna fish, predicting a few more decades left); there are serious concerns in China over water issues(in novel I bring drinking water up all the time). Enough said here.

            You can’t be surfing around the internet all day and Google your way to mild obesity with lack of exercise/movement, without stumbling onto all this Mayan calendar stuff. My novel talks about life on earth; exigencies (great word for those preparing for SAT), realities and a slap in the face, much like what Cher did to Nick Cage in “Moonstruck,” when she said so eloquently, “Snap out of it.” Wondering if yawl (do you like my pretend Southern Jersey accent) are feeling a sense of being led down the yellow brick road. Perhaps (and this is as ominous and portentous as I can be on tax day) we all (every one of us as, Tiny Tim said) need to snap out of it, do the smelling of roses, coffee, turpentine, rosemary and TIME. I remember what Kay said to Michael Corleone after he got Frankie Pentangeli to recant his testimony, freeing Michael from purgery charges. “This all has to end.” 

            A heart is heavy. Eyes are heavier. I remember Jesus speaking to a large group in a valley, talking about forgiveness. The Middle East. Terrorism. Nuclear proliferation. One of these days in a couple of years. (2012) The good old United Nations, nuclear countries, all those wonderful conference tables (I always thought a used conference table was one of mankind’s greatest inventions. (Forget the wheel or artificial sweetener), and the rest of the global planetary community. What a mess down the road a bit. Sitting on my imaginary dock at the bay at Shark River inlet (from novel) this morning, just before sunrise, a cold dense fog rolled in, enveloping me and the jetty, obscuring the hopeful horizon. Face covered with wet fog, I immediately thought of Scott Carey (the character in 1957’s ‘The Incredible Shrinking Man’). He wasn’t smart enough to get out of the strange glittering fog. Curiosity and ignorance froze him. I was frozen in thought too. He shrunk. I’m blogging. The fog lifted. So many things about 2010 living just doesn’t matter anymore. Priorities (a good name for a play). My thumb is outstretched, hitching a ride onto the next universe. Movie recommendation (it’s supposed to rain through the weekend) “The Incredible Shrinking Man” (1957. Two years after the Brooklyn Dodgers won the World Series). Have a nice day.

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