these fine people were most interested in ASSIMILATING into the SOCIETY that used to exist in 1930's/'40s united states rather than desire to tear it down, what with all its dignaescious (i often make up my own words) liberties, freedoms, and rights--real rights, not the poppycock i hear all too often every week, the worst being out of college campuses! all of these people combined, with the money of producers and studio moguls, made the most fantastic and beloved movies of all time, loved the world over, which then led us up to now. (come to think of it, someone should write a script that is something like "valley girls," i think it was called (area in CA of "val speak") that mocks the college students of today, who are 100% into Political Correctness, so badly that they are miserable--it could, though, be quite the comedy, so funny that maybe they would quit it).
thank you for cluing me into this review site. i keep thinking of going out to the movies, but so far (since i enjoy a cuppa afterwards, to discuss the movie we saw, asking one another questions about plot, what leads up to what and so forth, since we are so remarkably unique and individual--all of us--that it's good to bump heads after you see a movie), the men just want to take off my pants and the women seem to be in love with the ideology of lesbianism, and tell me they want to get licked that night. grrrrr! nope, not the quality of men and women i want to share my movie-per-week and cuppa afterwards with: i just want to TALK to them.
but i do not feel lonely at all. ya don't, ya know, feel at all alone when you are so busy trying to get a book to the point where you can submit it for publication! (and one part is using caps and uppercase letters, too)!!! on TOP of specialist appointments! ugh! but you know something?
not one of us will ever get out of here alive! hee hee hee.
when you watch a lot of movies from the '30s and '40s, you do not even see women performng pole dancing. it was erotic enough if they danced, lifting their skirts to just below the pubic area (wearing hosiery, of course), or doing the can can. today nothing shocks or amazes us, not even the habits of serial killers. we have come to expect that they will be with us for all of our lives. more and more of them walk freely on american streets, the vulnerable with no house to call home--prostitutes mainly--being their prized prey. wickedness, not innocence or goodness is the norm of this century.
why do we expect it? maybe it's a result of so many youngsters making babies while they themselves are babies--in which case, the "standard" american family usually cannot be established by so many young women, who are almost always single mothers. they are tired when they arrive at their squalid apartments from their low-paying jobs. they can't make all that much time for quality time with their child(ren). so how can they find time to instill morals into them?
i get irritated when i hear standard english like this: 'get on the ground!' when the word is 'floor', or 'he saw her next at her work,' when the correct word is 'job' (or 'place of her employment). so not even good english is concentrated upon in the schools.
i like movies with teresa wright in them. i like innocent children. i do not have any thoughts in my brain to hurt a child, not ever, not even if chinese torturers were to stick bamboo shoots into my fingertips. children are the best people in the world. now, as opposed to the times of my youth, children run away should you even be seated in a car and compliment one on a costume she is wearing for some recital. a girl like teresa wright never would have feared such a stranger.
yes, americans were pretty boring before the 1960s, but i miss the time when a teresa wright was looked up to, by little girls that wanted to become 'good girls' when they grew up. and i miss the time when WW2 came upon us (no, i do not want another war--especially one as the all-time important one, WWII, but i want a certain attitude) and nobody gave it a second thought that we civilians would need to use ration coupons because our troops even enlisted men who had teens in the house, were overseas conquering fascism.
PS: "the best years of our life", an excellent movie about times in america just after WW2, will be playing on TCM cable channel in April. I'll watch it for probably the 10th time! i can't get enough of what america used to be.
i DID NOT do a strikethrough anywhere! how did that happen?
one of my favorite songs, sung by the rolling stones on their album called "their satanic majesty's request,"-
everything that we do is a matter of choice: i admire those of us that have been able to establish living off the grid, since they are NOT a piece of microfiche, they are NOT a scrap of magnetic tape backups. they meet you eye to eye. they do not want uncle sam in their face. in fact, they have set themselves up so that it's impossible for the federal government, and usually the state where they live too (particularly with expatriates, which i think i will become, if i can afford to do it--particularly to afford the drugs that my disabilities force me to take, since medicare will not pay for them out of the USA), since i do not like where our country is heading to, and how it can damage the real me and perhaps those that i love, who could get to be phonies and perhaps in some way, nearly government spies. you swallow the bitter pill of that way of existing today--you see it in what the teachers teach the kids. one MUST always be politicly correct, OR ELSE! you would not BELIEVE the posters put up on the walls of the Us, even at Harvard (!) cautioning the students on how to act when they leave the campus to spend time with their family and their family's friends. THAT is EDUCATION, ha ha ha!
you remember reading, george orwell's novel, NINETEEN EIGHTY FOUR, don't you? you know, it's about a "society" of our "civilization," whereby there are three world powers that are perpetually at war. always, two are allies while the other is the enemy. war runs the economies of all the three superpowers: war keeps people on the job. this is true throughout history. even building drones creates jobs, therefore, wages to spend within the "society" at large. so, when oceana suddenly changes its ally, the ministry of truth works hard, too, rewriting all of the history books in order that oceana was never at war with its now partner B.
all of the people that live in oceana, where orwell's story takes place, are watched all the time (as is everyone in london today). sex is meant only to procreate, not to share the deepest sort of love that we ever get. so a man and a woman become lovers and they FEEL good, in what they believe to be their private place. but of course they are caught. i will not spoil this book for you. it has an ending you will never forget. that book reminds me of an illustration done in black and white, looking like a photo of a city, where you see signs for you to buy, buy, buy yourself into your personal credit card deficit spending for the family plan. that's one of the reasons that i admire those that live off the grid: dealing in cash.
then we have politicians that want to become the next (8 year, of course) Royal Family that lives in the white house, yelling at one another, screaming what they think is correct (one has a real good front, a face that contains a split snake tongue), but never saying HOW they will work with our appointed representatives in congress to get "change" done. heck, it makes me sick!
early, too early, thoughts from "zombie woman," up too late at night in heavy pain, took morphine--how i hate it, so much so that i hardly ever take it. it didn't give me peaceful sleep, so i do not feel i am communicating what i am thinking too well, but it's a stab.
shared with you because the TV is blabbing movies now, where one ends with the stones singing that song.
it was an album that the first time you heard it, off you walked (not drove) to a record store to buy it, it was so good, much like the beatles' sgt pepper's lonely band, or elton john's tumbleweed connection. no question: you went to buy it.
so sayeth this old hippie here in Chicago, which people are running from, by the thousands. and i never foresaw that. it's all about the horrible treatment of so many needy people by the republican governor rauens, a real jerk.
but i will not talk politics now: i am simply irritated big time the more the two self assured candidates continue doing nothing to show us WHY we should put them on the Throne. oh heck!
i hope i can get some SLEEP now!
- University of Illinois at ChicagoPre-Med, 1977 - 1979attended college of liberal arts and sciences with a major of pre-medical sciences as well as spanish (for a while), then got married to my 2nd husband, whereupon, my entire life changed. i never did become a physician, but anatomy and medical breakthroughs are of vast interest to me.
- DeVry UniversityComputer Sciences, 1991 - 1994it's strange that having intended to become a dentist, that all due to my staying at home for a year after i married john (Hartig, jr., of austria, who then gained citizenship to the united states) that my BBGF, my cuz, who invests in real estate, sort of dragged me into it. i.e., it felt like i FELL into it. i was licensed in that field for 30 years, actually, eventually becoming the CEO and president of DE Inc and performing some wonderfully complex, high stakes deals. and now, when we used to call $60,000 "six bucks," and upwards into the millions where a house would cost $5.2 million, represented by broker lingo to represent 5 million as "five bucks", to head towards the autumn of my life disabled and still knowing that one dollar is "a buck". what a juxtapositon! but i am doing what i should have done ages ago, which is writing. i haven't yet published a book. i hope to give ya all such a hilarious book that it will be a best seller, so that i can go to live where i have wished for over 40 years--namely, down under, in new zealand or else bora bora of tahiti, to write my next book, which i hope would win me the pulitzer. that's if i live long enough. mainly these days, i hunt down specialists, hoping that i find one that will cut off the one-eighth of my body that got so badly injured that i live with daily severe pain--but you know it won't happen-- figuring out how to squeeze a clear measly $500 a month. ain't that strange? rich girl poor girl story over here! THE ONE THING IN MY LIFE THAT I AM MOST GRATEFUL FOR IS HAVING SUCH LOVING, RESPONSIBLE, ETHICAL PARENTS, who loved us kids ever so much, so much so that i never suffered hunger or abuse, or sick-o chester the molester relatives, since a Dallas simply cannot do it. never. and they did not do drugs or drink, either. i grew up next to the beach across the street from a Chicago park district field house, then we moved to such a pretty area of the city, which was also close to my beloved lake michigan. i got those 3 most important foundation building years of my life, zero to three, at home with my mom, who stayed home for all of us. that was long before women's lib made both women and men into slaves. the world really has changed! and... i got to live THE BEATLES, and the stones, and the yardbirds, and, and, and... it's been such a full bodied life. i really was lucky.
- E Field GS thru 6th Trumbull GS 7 + 8 gr Senn HS fresh soph Central YMCA HS thru grad 6-18-70 UIC mid 70s DeVry U BS, IT, MIS, CIS end 94Fine Arts, 1957 - 1970at age 5, the folks lived in east rogers park, Chicago. i went to eugene field CP grammar school through the 6th year, whereupon, mom and dad bought a gigantic, lovely single family house within the lakewood-balmoral area of andersonville, which is a subcategory of both uptown and edgewater former Chicago townships. there, i finished 7th and 8th grades at lyman trumbull CP grammar school on the NW corner of foster & ashland, Chicago, IL 60640. MY MOM'S HOUSE BURNED, so, please, if anyone knows how i may obtain a copy of our 1966 trumbull graduating photo(s = 2) album, won't you kindly let me pay to get those? she also lose all of my grade school photos from the years 1959 - my eventual BS in CIS/MIS/IT taken at DeVry U in Chicago in 1994. DeVry zips you through a 4 year college degree in 3 years. who has TIME to take a grad picture that way? ELSE, know that pamela pickering and i, who were like two peas in a pod from 5th grade through our Mod years (1967, 1968) at Senn CP HS at about 6100 N Glenwood, Chicago, transferred out of it at the end of our sophomore year as art majors. i went with my BF, donald rhodes, "dusty roads", who was the only fella at senn HS who had a motorcycle, a harley davidson, ooo! we were friends until he tied in tucson somewhere near 2000. so off pam and i went to a fully accredited, alternate Chicago high school in downtown Chicago, on LaSalle street and washington blvd. my dad generously paid for even pam's tuition. then we both got our first jobs while there, at CENTRAL YMCA HS, a subsidiary of central ymca college which was near the Chicago river, also in downtown Chicago. pam married a black man, a professor of the college, while i and steve gnatz MD worked on making our baby, christopher robin (Dallas) gnatz, who is each one of our's only genetic child. steve and i divorced when we lived in the southeast side of Chicago ultra liberal community where the gangstas to the west spray paint "UC run it" under the Illinois central ("IC") tracks. that stands for the university of Chicago, where obama taught constitutional law. steve and i lived quite happily as ultra poor flower power hippies, but we had roommates, so we always figured out a way to live and eat. we moved from place to place, including in 1970 - 1971, the hood that is called south shore, just south, and along the lakefront again, of hyde park-kenwood. (the museum of science and industry, the only building left standing from chicago's 1893 columbian exposition--wow, what a glorious time it had to be living back then, what with tiffany's stained glass and lamps getting lit up by tomas edison, who were situated right next door to one another in the manufacturer's building. and as to the FANTASTIC LIGHTS! this world's fair was lit up by TESLA'S AC! (to get a grip on the richness of invention, cultural changes to the US, and social movements, watch the movie "Ragtime", which has masterpiece music by randy newman. so then, steve, our baby, CR, our roommates and i, lived mostly in hyde park (there are gorgeous buildings owned by UC over there which you should see, beginning at lake shore drive and 49th going south to "the midway", which is around 61st street. IT had been dug out for actual canals to cart the visitors to the fair of 1893 on actual gondolas from italy! soo, steve went into the "free love" movement, and then due to that, we got divorced in 1973, whereupon i still lived with CR until about 1976, moving back up north to the depaul area, which is just west of lincoln park, Chicago, zip code 60614. then when my brother, mark Dallas, died on the same day in august 1977 that elvis died on, i moved back into dad's house in lakewood balmoral and have stayed on the northside ever since then.
- Dallas Enterprises, Inc. Katydid Writer's Guild(RET) CEO/Pres/in process of retiring to concentrate on writing (2014: RETIRED! WRITING!), 1986 - 2014thanks to a vicious computer virus that had me thinking up workarounds every damned day from 2006 - 2012, i did not do any creative writing publicly, at either Catagorian.org (preferred to): stumbleupon.com and/or on yahoo's answers community as Louiegirl_Chicago. now i use a Mac! since my career now is getting my body cured (yes, as of 5-2014, i am finally out of pain, and we will see if the surgery lasts or must be repeated), so, therefore, i can eliminate the accumulated mess of possessions from a single family house and meanwhile, jump over to my beloved Mac and go to write and post pictures about what i write at Categorian.org. i'll figure out how to post my link to both, but i am using and learning more about using, trance-writer on Categorian.com and stumbleupon.com. everything at both is not current. my body was too sick and the box was too sick and the new one ordered from dell, fancy, big, was a lemon too. ugh! being on a Mac is entirely different and i am still (6.1.2014) learning it. but now i am retired and i feel so liberated! more to come.
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