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29 Aug

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 29/15

Tonight’s SocS theme is “Four Letter Words.”  I’ve chosen Dali.

I checked a book out of the library a couple weeks ago called The Shameful Life of Salvador Dali by Ian Gibson.  Since I generally only read while I’m in the bathroom ( a room I also refer to as “The Library”)  I haven’t got that far through it, but it served as the inspiration for tonight’s Stream of Consciousness post, and I have decided to run with it, literally. (DALI)

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I suppose I’m kind of cheating a little already here, because is Dali really a word, or is it a name?  And can a name be a word?  I think it can, especially in a case in which an artist, personality macabre character such as Salvador Dali has turned his own life into a legacy very few have not been touched by?  Who hasn’t seen his haunting image of melting clocks, perhaps his most famous work?  (DALI)

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Long legged elephants, burning giraffes, bizarre twisted insect beings and images vaguely representative of naked women dominate his artwork, which was absolutely brilliant in every way.  Upon being drummed out of the “Surrealists” by other surrealists he responded by saying “I am Surrealism” and he was most likely correct.  Who has even heard of any of those other guys who has not heard of Salvador Dali? (DALI)

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Dali Madison

He didn’t just paint in a surreal fashion he lived it as well.  And he created so many other things.  Statues, clothing jewelry, films. He built his own museum which eventually became his own mausoleum. He even starred in a couple of hilarious television advertisements and made a guest appearance on a game show called What’s My Line? (DALI)

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The Dali Llama

He was Spanish.  he had a crazy pointy mustache.  He loved Alice Cooper, and a woman named Gala, ten years his senior and they stayed married for 50 years.  He pissed on a painting Andy Warhol gave him as a gift, an act Warhol thought was great!  He did what he wanted.  He was the center of the universe while he was alive, which was from sometime in 1904 until sometime in 1989.   (DALI)

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Mohamed Dali

I vaguely remember a VHS tape a friend of mine had called DALI!  Which was a sort of weird combination of bizarre music videos and little bits of biography interspersed with a lot of footage of Dali behaving in the most eccentric manner.  I spent hour on the internet today, trying to find clips from it, but ended up somehow watching a ten minute segment of Bradley Cooper and Jimmy Fallon unable to stop cracking up while discussing a play about The Elephant Man.  That has nothing to do at all with Salvador Dali but I’m leaving it in here anyway because this is a Stream of Consciousness Blog and everything must stay.  (DALI)

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In a final attempt to make this bizarre post seem somewhat relevant, I will add that Dali was influenced by many four letter things.  Dada.  Poop.  Butt.  Land.  Time.  Ants.  Gala.

(DALI)

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A note on how I did this.  I came up with the idea while reading my library book this morning.  I spent my day perusing videos about Dali, reading internet articles about Dali, poring through my library book about Dali, and doctoring up my own images of Dali.  So I suppose that means I put a little more thought into this than I was supposed to.  But then I just sat down and wrote it in one continuous stream of blathering, and afterwards went through and fixed only the typos. so I at least did that right.  I’m going to tell you that there are some phrases in this writing that I would really like to edit, but I won’t, because that would most certainly be cheating!  (I added the images afterward as well.)

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SATURDAY! (DAY…Day…day…)

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So here is something I’ve actually only done one other time; follow a blog prompt. It’s actually a really fun way to hook other bloggers into checking out your work, and also to discover new blogs for yourself to read.  Also it prompts you with a starting point for a post, which sometimes makes coming up with something to write about way easier.

The rules for this prompt are pretty obvious.  The post must be Stream of Consciousness, meaning no editing, though you are allowed to fix typos.  (I plan not to do this until I have finished writing the actual post.)

The other rule is you must incorporate the letters “AY” somehow or another.  I had a brilliant idea while I was out on my morning walkabout, which was to use Pig Latin in several parts of my post, but alas, when I returned home, I discovered someone else had employed the idea already, (and they did it brilliantly, check it out:)

https://fortyandfantastique.wordpress.com/2015/08/14/socs-ancay-ouyay-eakspay-igpay-atinlay/

The fact is this isn’t all that different from the way I write my posts anyway.  I don’t do a lot of pre-planning.   I usually come up with some wacky idea while I’m at work, or wandering around, and then simply sit down and go with it.  (Though I do usually go back and do quite a bit of editing after the post is written.)  So I won’t be doing that today.

And I’ve decided to present today’s blog in three parts.  This has been the first part (The explanation) Next will come the actual Stream of Consciousness Blog, and finally I will plug in my usual array of related imagery, not to mention an update on my “Vacation of 100 Beers” Beer Count info-graphic. (See my previous blog for an explanation to that.)

To check out the rest of the SoCS blogs, go here.  There is some great stuff here!

http://lindaghill.com/2015/08/14/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-august-1515/

One more thing:  I’ve decided to put on “In-A-Gada-Da-Vida” by Iron Butterfly while I write the SoCS part.  I’m either done writing when I’m done writing, or I’m done writing when the song ends.  If you can figure out which has taken place, you can come have one of my cans of PBR, but you have to come get it.


SATURDAY! (DAY…Day…day…)

This being the second day of my so called vacation, I got up pretty early and decided to go for a walk around town.  The weather was not my ideal, but it wasn’t too horrible.  Hot and humid with the sun beating down on me, but not too hot and humid.  In fact it was actually more or less tolerable, which I usually don’t think of (tolerable that is) when it comes to August)  I took a meandering path through the neighborhoods between my apartment complex, through various parks, past my friend Tom’s house, who I was hoping would be sitting on his porch, and if he was I was going to stop by, but he wasn’t so I kept on walking by, because he doesn’t like people to just show up at his house, and who can blame him.  I would have called or texted him, but I don’t have a cell phone, and have no plans to remedy that situation any time in the near future. or ever truth be told.

I eventually made my way into downtown Ann Arbor, and had plans to start my vacation off right by eating someplace that I’ve never been to before.  I walked by a couple breakfast places, one called The Broken Egg, but was intimidated by the fact that I had never been there before, so I kept walking and eventually found myself at a familiar place known as The Fleetwood.  Go with what you know, I always say.  I sat at an outside table, consumed a basket of fries, some coffee, and some coke (No burger.  I know right?) scrawled away in my journal for awhile, then paid my tab and moved on, but not before buying a new fridge magnet, featuring a cool night view of The Fleetwood, and also saw a guy I used to work with at The Dollar Tree.  (I still work there but he does not.)  We said hi and moved our separate ways.  (He works there, so he was probably beginning his shift.)  Then I walked through downtown, which was mostly devoid of people, which brings the annoyance factor down substantially, but got annoyed anyway when I was forced to cross a street I didn’t really want to cross, simply because of some damn construction.

Next I went to the library and hung out for awhile.  I read some magazines, and continued my journal entrying.  In fact I finished my last notebook, which was sort of sad as I had acquired it at Comicon last year, but sort of exciting, because it was time to begin a new notebook, which is always exciting in it’s own way.  I checked out a book about Salvador Dali, and found, in the process of attempting to do so that my library card had expired.  It only took a second to remedy that situation, and I was on my way.  I went to one of my usual three used music stores and bought a couple cds.  Then I went to Vault of Midnight and bought some comic books.

After all that I headed down Jackson road, which takes me more or less in the general direction of my home.  (Though veering slightly off to the west, thus adding to my total walking time, but after all that is the point in the first place.  I took many pictures along the way, some of which I will add to this blog post.  when I am done writing the stream of consciousness part.

Not too far from my apartment complex I stopped at Dairy Queen for an ice cream cone.  I’m pretty sure none of the girls saw me drop a buck into the tip jar, which makes me feel like a deadbeat even though I did in fact drop a buck into the tip jar.  (I don’t want to be like George Costanza)  Then I walked into the park across from my apartment, found a nice shaded area to finish what was left of my cone (not much) and while doing so watched some Ann Arbor police types clearing out a homeless person stash.  Homeless people live in the pagoda like structure in the middle of Veteran’s Park, and leave all sorts of random things there.  Apparently the police come by from time to time to clean it up.  I’m glad to know my tax dollars are hard at work disposing of the meager possessions of the homeless population living in the park across the street from my house.  I didn’t take any pictures of this activity, because innocent people get shot or beaten for doing things like that.  (And I didn’t want ot get shot or beaten today.)

After that I went home. My cats did not display nearly as much excitement to see me as I thought was warranted.

If you are wondering how I incorporated the “AY” into my blog, you must have missed the title.


So there you have it.  The post is eerily similar to how I write in my journal every day.  I’m not sure how I feel about it to be honest, but I’m going to post it anyway, because at least it gets my daily August entry out of the way, and I can now move on to the very serious task of drinking beer.  Now, as promised, here are several images from my walkabout.

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On my way (sort of) towards downtown Ann Arbor.

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Let the over caffeination begin

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I will never eat a burger without fries (Or at least chips) but I will eat fries without a burger, from time to time. Is that weird? It’s weird isn’t it?

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A view from the third floor of the Ann Arbor Public Library. It was very peaceful.

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Out with the old, and in with the new. (It was about time, actually.)

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This mural is pretty clever. Although, to get this exact photo, I had to stand in the middle of a pretty busy street. Also it wasn’t raining.

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The view from the inside of Underground Sounds. (I love this place.)

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A shot from the long walk towards home.

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                     Oh….  Yeah…..

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I sat here and ate the rest of my ice cream. I wouldn’t have done so had there been kids playing on the equipment, because that would have been creepy. (Luckily the park was vacant.)

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And minutes later I was entering my building. I paused to take this shot of my wonderful deck, where I frequently sit and enjoy cocktails.

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Here’s all the stuff that wasn’t in my backpack when I left my apartment, but was when I returned to my apartment.

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This site is about everything from my philosophy on life to the little things that make me laugh. IIt is about living, and breathing, and pausing long enough to take it all in. I hope it makes you laugh, sometimes makes you cry, but always makes you want to come back for another visit. It is your words, and your likes that inspire me to keep writing. And it is through my writing that you have a very large window to my soul. Relax awhile, read, and enjoy!

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