Alexa ... my daughter

Pitter patter up and down the stairs my daughter goes
And takes an item with her every time, so she might know
What such a thing is called, as she asks her mom again
And twenty times after that...and this is the new trend.
She has to have a label for each thing she holds in hand.
The language that she learns in ways that she best understands.
She's in a world we do not know, experientially.
The patterns that her mind portrays are things we cannot see.
"Autistic" is the word we have, but one thing it is not,
but a spectrum of experience that "normals" haven't got.
She scores behind on many tests of children standardized
But shows talent in many ways not easy to define.
She can't create yet sentences that flow effortlessly
But she seems to know your emotional state, when you she cannot see.
It's difficult for her to stop a temper on the rise
but everyday we're witness to her incandescent smile.
She's not the best at building blocks or following a drill
But her curiosity is never quenchable
Voraciously she reads a lot, as she had taught herself
not the way that I had learned, but by memory and stealth.
Now I'm always grateful, more than ever so before
that I've got a daughter so easy to adore.
For some, what might be punishment,
for me, feels like reward.
Though deserving I am not, that I know for sure.
Nonetheless I'm grateful for the role I have to play
as a guiding hand to a beautiful soul, as she finds her way
in a world that accepts her better than any world before today.

I have nukes! Aren't I cool? Yay me!

The orange brain, just about insane
Spoke of nuking Afghanistan,
But he'd rather not wipe 10 million out,
So he won't.  Wow!  What a man!
Has anyone seen such a super-extreme
Paragon of eloquence?
Such textured words, we've never heard
(And hopefully will never again!)
For anyone not sarcasti-mastered
I'll now apologize:
It must be known, and I have shown
I'll never sympathize
While the ostriches around me
Awkwardly apologize
For their orange-skinned baffoon
With the whitely-circled eyes.
It takes a special kind a dumb
To fall for a con
That's been exposed, but still you go
Pretend there's nothing wrong.
And that appears to be the case
With many in the red
Four of ten, consistently, and it hurts my head!
Can they not feel the heat, or see their power bill?
Do they never get sick or need the hospital?
How deeply are they dug, can they even breathe?
How has their life improved?  I cannot conceive.
But this is what we're living in.....a freakish horror show!
And stuck with it, can't turn it off, and nowhere else to go.
We'll need another planet to escape this idiot.
Or fly him off to Jupiter...(his ego, there, might fit).
Tired now I'm getting of the schoolyard bullying
By the little-boy disaster, who was desparate to be king.

Another wacky week awaits,
My Remedromians!
So to you, I give a break,
before your week begins.
This break of only minutes worth,
Perhaps a little less,
Will not presume to cost a thing
Or result in regret.
It's these words I give to you,
By typing on the page
To manifest a daily blog....
That once was all the rage,
Before we turned to moving pics,
That killed the radio
And maybe too the written word,
And books?  Maybe so.
But hey...such is modern life. 
What are you gonna do?
You shouldn't turn your back on what
Comes easily for you
Just because your gifts are seen
By only just a few.
And if you're not the most adored,
What is that to you?
The people who's opinion of me,
I do give a damn,
Can easily be counted on the fingers
Of one hand.
And if you have a genuine
Connection with a few,
It's better than a fake one,
Always hiding the real you.
So happy Monday everyone! 
And on this sultry day
I'll keep it real, like always,
and like always, do the same
As we smile at the camera in my mental picture frame!

Heat Wave!!!

Here we sit, stickily,
On July 21.
Experiencing again
The hottest summer anyone
Has every seen or stored away
In living memory.
I'm well out of the kitchen,
But I still can't stand the heat!
The heat map of the world
Is getting slightly out of hand...
The red is spreading way up north,
And widening it's span,
Enclosing most of everyone
Below the tundra land.
They warned of global warming....
Some thought they were fools.
But now that change has been arranged
By humans burning fuels
And swiftly now upon us,
And left no room for doubt
Though some will try, and thus deny,
Thinking like a trout
(That is to say....not at all...
As that's how they get paid...
The lobbyists thru fossil fuels,
Their fortunes they have made).
So welcome now, the normal new
Sweating all the time
And selling ice out on the curb,
For $15.99
Or maybe just your popsicle....
That'll do just fine!  :)

50 years ago today

50 years ago today
We landed on the moon!
A giant leap that showed the world
Just what we could do
When laying down a goal
We can easily digest
In efficiency of words,
In just a sentence or less...
"The nation...should commit itself.
To landing on the moon"
The time limit specified
NASA thought too soon
Given all the countless things
And theories left to proove
Before they could pull off
Everything they had to do.
But do it they had done!
Man walked upon the moon!
A moment so momentous
There were some who needed proof
Beyond lunar geology
Retrieved to show the world
That it's wasn't just an act,
We were there, boys and girls!
But you know how it goes....
no facts are yet sufficient
to satisfy the doubters
Who's faith is quite deficient.
And for their anti-counterparts
no facts needed at all
for those who will believe
at the dropping of a ball.
I'd like to think I've got
a complement of common sense
enough to give me distance
from the woes of either bench
neither such a critic
that I cannot make-believe
And hopefully avoiding
overdosing on naive
And from a happy middle ground
salute humanity!
You've done it chaps!  And now I
think it's time for a repeat!

13 second legacy

For 13 seconds of silence, he waited
Until that chant had fully abated
And only after that, started speaking again
After his ear to the hate, he'd lent.
But never not wanting his cake to eat
And keep it for later, simultaneously,
He's making a half-hearted semi-retreat:
"I am not happy"...and..."I disagree",
He robotically said.....unconvincingly.
If the truth is a thing that you'd like now to get
Whatever Trump says....take the opposite
as a good indicator of the things that are real
As truth is a thing that he'll never reveal.
Not voluntarily, but by being inept
Is how it comes out, the truth when we get it.
It's amazing to watch people swallow this junk.
A con man in the open....who woulda thunk?
You can't fool everyone all the time,
But for 40%.....they do just fine
being lied to overt and perpetually
and never will they let the facts get between
them and their orange self-worship machine
Their loyalty to him, he'll never return
A lesson his "friends" all eventually learn.

Lowering the Barr

AG Barr is now in "criminal contempt".

To a more shameful servant, it couldn't have went.

The man who has well over-backwards bent

To cover the crimes of his President.

At least 4 times he's lied to our face,

And once under oath...in a shameful disgrace:

"Mueller's opinion, I do not know"

(or similar, spoken with volume low),

When asked if he shared the conclusion he wrote.
Later exposed as a lie when a note

from Mueller was leaked, his opinion, I quote:

"Your summary letter...did not fully capture 

The context nature and substance" we're after.

And "public confusion" created by Barr

Is noted as well, which makes his bizarre

Claim under oath - that he was wasn't aware -

now a ridiculous lie laid bare.

The same letter also went on to say,

In Mueller's unique diplomatic way, 

That Barr's letter "threatens to undermine 

The (main) purpose" of  "special counsel" design.

Barr's credibility, is now underground

His reputation destroyed, no matter which town.

He'll never live down the depth of his shame

And has only his idiot self to blame,

That for all time, in every place,

He'll be the guy who served a disgrace.

So all this egg looks good on his face!

Now hear this, people of Earth:
We're in 3rd place! (for what it's worth)
In a global list of bands
that's ranked by all of cyberland.
How we're ranked?  I have no clue.
And equally I know this truth:
That our brand's not recognized
yet by the common peeps worldwide.
We're not a name on many tongues
Despite this contest we have won.
Not even that....a bragging right
That will last but 7 nights.
But even so, it's pretty cool.
Pretending that we nearly rule
The spaces where our music plays
Which grows in fans, now every day.
And now the pace, it quicker gets.
I'll go out on limb and bet
The quickest pace we've not seen yet.
So now I thank you, gratefully,
For reading this, and therefore be
Participating, vicariously,
Continuing our quest to seek
Music immortality
In artful authenticity
Or something close enough (we'll see!).
Regardlessly, you have from me
my thanks, in all sincerity! :)

Global Ranking

Psssst!

Beautiful dwellers of the Remedrome!
I got a little secret that I want you to know:
We got a little peakin' goin' on over here.
So pass me that thing, and open a beer!
We got nearly 900 spins yesterday
On a internet station, or that's what they say.
But how do I know that they're telling the truth?
Maybe they're jivin' us... fast and loose?
But I'll play along.  What is there to lose?
I'll put on the walk....like there's nothing to prove
(Except maybe to me....and all sayer's-nay).
For now, let the doubters scoot out of the way.
(Though they always return...."that's showbiz", we say)
But there's thankfully some, who make it worthwhile
And even through chaos, created a smile
Just by the thoughts that they generate
When you think of the wonderful things that they say.
To those happy people, I give you salute!
You make it worthwhile....these things that I do.
And I'll make you a promise, cross my heart to my brain
That's I'll always be me.....and you do the same.

Hey (the people reading this)!
How grateful that I am
To think these words did not end up
Within your folder spam
But reaching eyes that, curious,
Are always on the hunt
For newer thoughts, so your growing
Interest doesn't stunt.
And if you're not enjoying it
I hope it's not disdain
I might awake within' you
By poking at your brain.
So thanks again for being you
And thanks for having eyes
That visit here consuming
The confetti of my mind.
It's not always Shakespearean
But always it's unique.
And maybe some ideas here
Are good enough to keep.
I'll leave that to better minds
Deciding what to view.
When looking for authenticness
And stumped for what to do,
And maybe then, the meaning of
These quaint meanderings
Will to somebody out there,
A smile upon them bring.  :)

Story Time

"Once upon a time"
Are the words that recently
Will turn a mood happy,
Into fast calamity.
It's the nature of the game...
A crazy dance you do
When a child with needs unique,
You're now a parent to.
She likes it when I read to her,
With regularity,
You can almost set your clock to when
She feels it's time to read.
She fetches me for story time;
I happily comply.
And often she won't care
If she's heard it many times.
She's happy with the company
And treats the moment kind,
Regardless of the story told.
But there are other times....
Alas, it seems to matter super-
Disconcertingly,
And certain words can set her off,
Or so it seems to me.
The phrase that get's her lately,
At the dropping of a dime,
Is that once-too-much-heard opening,
"Once upon a time".
Even though it's at the start,
It's already to late.
And nothing can console her
Until the mood self-abates.
But I won't collect and serve
These stories to the trash.
"And why not?",  a well-meaning
Onlooker might ask.
Because it's seldom permanent...
These sways of up and down -
The happiness that suddenly
Can turn into a frown -
Or usher in the start of
Another melting-down.
What set her off yesterday,
Might yet unrepeat.
And the day always uncertain
when her wrath again you'll meet.
But on this point, I'll bet it all,
As sure as there's a sky,
The only certain thing about the future
Is surprise.

Some days feel
like a shit machine
and a hard place that
you're now stuck between.
No matter the path
or decision you take
you land in the pyramid
it deficates:
the machine I mentioned
a few lines ago
has today, made it's presence
unmistakeably known.
I guess that's life.
You ebb and you flow.
And time catches up to you
wherever you go.
I gonna try dismantling
this new pile of trash,
with extreme predjudice,
(i.e. kick it's ass
to the curb and dare it
to never come back),
and now execute my
metaphoric attack.
But I know, as do all
that a great victory
of the shit, can only be temporary.
There's no way to vanquish it
all future days.
But even temporary wins
feel good anyway.

The burden of de-burdening
This daily blog debrief is for the birds.
Absurd.  It now to me occurs:
Why meander on about the things inside me head?
Could other candies of the mind be consumed instead?
Maybe Candy Crush?  Or Sims or gambling?
Or standing on a stage and pretending you can sing?
Wow...it almost seems as if the cynic has arrived
And replaced the optomist that prior did reside
Within my cortices, the skull, and everything inside.
Maybe bastard-he should get
The hell right of the way,
And brush away the whining pout
Shellacked across the face....
The party-poop imposter
That had make it's presence known
And who I'm now kicking out,
And sending his ass home.
So welcome back, the before-me
Before he came along.
Now it's all ok again,
To stand and sing a song,
Knowing that a better singer always comes along,
But now without the worry that I might have sung it wrong.

Writing's block mocked

Can't think of anything new today.
Looking at a screen, with nothing to say,
yepper yep.....oh my oh my.....
It harder gets, the more I try....
So let me try Costanza's game,
"the opposite" will point my way
to getting words out on the page
and breaking from a mental cage.
Instead of trying.... I'll try not...
the least amount, with fingers crossed.
So far so good, but not the best
I probably won't share the rest.
But just in case....here it be.
My daily word philosophy
To be unabsent for a day
in efforts to consistent say
"I write, therefore I am" or not,
I'll give you everything I've got
though admittedly that's not a lot
today, but I've kept my date...
with my blog, it wasn't great.
Your expectations could deflate
but surely I will compensate
inevitably.....and mark the date!
Thank you for your precious time
and most of all, thanks for your eyes!

Steve Brady: A wuss for the ages

Remember that old comedy,
The Sex and City show?
Me and wife are giving it's
Rewatch another go.
Rewatching it by seasons,
We've just started number 5.
But seeing Steve be such a wuss,
Now takes me by surprise.
It's not that he's a grown man
That still watches Scoobie Doo.
Or that he cries at every turn,
And shruggingly aloof.
No, the thing that did me in the most.....
When he reversed
His choice to be a father to his kid....
That was the worst!
Miranda was about to go
And hop onboard a plane
To go with her 3 girlfriends
On a once-a-decade break,
When this poor excuse for an idiotic fart,
Agrees, then RENIGS, to babysit!  Don't let me start!
I couldn't quite believe that I was seeing such a thing.
This guy deserves a "most selfish dad on the planet" ring!
To let his 'tarded 'noia be the agent of his choice.
Makes everything he says and does nothing more than noise.
Yucky Steve....wuss you are....and so for evermore.
Don't let it hit you, as we boo your ass right out the door!

Doctor, Lawyer, Ph.D:
These, the lonely careers 3
Whose path to reach is well-defined,
And schooling not a waste of time.
But for nearly all peeps else
Our schooling doesn't function well.
A broken system to it's core.
A hand-me-down from ages 'yore.
A useful prep for work and life
Is what it should aspire, right?
Sadly this is not the case,
And nearly all of it's a waste
Of our fleeting precious youth.
So, sheepishly we hide the truth:
That useless as we know it be
It's all we have, regretably,
Except the efforts made at home
which can be useful, some have shown.
Better than the system wide
at getting at the jewels inside:
A thing each person made for be,
Hidden often underneath,
Projecting what we want to see,
Or so they think.  So goes the game.
Our ancestors had played the same.
But I wonder, what's it take
For our system to unbreak
And redesign more modernly
To be the best that it can be:
Functioning less uselessly
And educating, happily?
Well for starters, how about
When they're 3, don't kick them out
the door so they can congregate
at school at such a tender age.
Here's an article I read,
inspiring this poem thread:

Early enrollment causes ADD?

"Gut" take - no ideology

I found a new philosophy,
Invented just today.
I needed it, I think, to circum-
Navigate my way
Around a planet, perilous,
Presenting many tests
That has me seeking now a path
Divergent from the rest ...
To better hear a voice
That has been with me all along ...
A voice I like to call, "my gut",
That's almost never wrong.
It's synchronizing with the "now",
In super-present tense.
And getting in the zone
Instead of living in your head
With countless possibilities
Presenting you "what if"s
That haunt your thoughts repeatedly
As they goes adrift.
There is no ideology
That thinking man has made
That's capable of dealing with
All things in every way.
All rules have an exception.
All laws have broken been.
There's, every time, a caveat,
In every discipline.
We can't see all contingencies,
Can't beat every drum,
And can't demand all choices
Should distill to only one?
So why have ideology at all?
What's it to you?
What truth can it reveal, the present
Moment cannot do?
To learn to see things as they are,
Instead of narrative-
The over-arching tale we tell ourselves within our head-
Is quite a revelation, and a novel clarity,
When free of all thought-defining ideology.
Some say no religion.  But I go all the way....
No predetermined organizing thoughts at all .... I say!
Pretty radical, I guess.
But I dig it, anyhow.
Woudln't have before, but that was then, this is now.
"My gut" is the thing I'm gonna
Listen to the most,
Because if you ignore your gut,
Your happiness is toast.
There are some principles sublime and cool,
No doubt about it!
But actions similar, I think, may too
Result without it!
My hope: if one could feel the world
Complete without the shade
And the bias and distortions that our prior thinking made
We'd have a great capacity
(Exceeding what is now)
To live without assumption, or moreso anyhow.
And attenuate the fear, as much as safely is allowed.

NJ Twister flips a car!

Earthquakes!  Heatwaves!  Wind!  Oh my!
Hard to fathom, but I'll try.
A twister flipped a car, you know.
Don't take my word ....the vids below!
Two quakes in Cali, in just 2 days
And aftershock-created haze
Hangs like a pall over the sky
That's noticed by the passers-by
From their windows on the plane
Because escape is on their brain.
But to where?  I do not know.
Where to live, and where to go,
To avoid calamity
By natures hand....hmmmm, let me see....
It's not so bad in 'fax machine!
Rare a hurricane we see.
And that's about all....thankfully.
No shakes or quakes, or killer heat.
But those twisters are a comin' close
NB was warned a day ago!
So will they get here?  I don't know.
My answer used to be a "no".
At least for now....we're saftest yet,
Until September comes, I'll bet,
When hurricanes will violent grow
And nature's wrath we'll come to know.
But do not worry....there's still time
For friendly sun to warmer shine.

Watch New Jersey Twister flips a car

Holy sweet sufferin' sizzled McGee!

I'm a little bit hotter than I'd rather be.

A maximum-izing of humidity

is coming to bear....quite ridiculously!

Holy mad-sweatin' sweet baked McGoo!

Global-warming makes things hot......who knew?

Happy July!  I guess we got what we asked...

An end to our winter, as it too long lasts,

but the pendulum seems to have swung off it's post

by giving each summer the title of "most...

hottest of summers on record to date".

A new record sets, as the old record breaks...

a scene we have witnessed, again and again

Each year confirming the rocketing trend:

A graph plotting heat as a function of time

that now is depicting a precipitous climb.

Don't get the math?  You'll still understand

by the beads that you're sweating

that covers your hands 

as you grab an ice pack

and turn on the fan!

What, me worry?

I guess this is the end for poor ol' Mad Magazine.
A comic rag that made me laugh a few years in-between
childhood and puberty, and maybe after that.
And to it's two-thirds-of-a-century run, I'll now tip my hat.
Alfred E. Newman will still be seen in the shops
As they'll begin reprinting older stories quite a lot.
In fact exclusively, past August, nothing new will come.
Effectively the magazine, in practice, will be done.
They'll still have much material, most eyes have never seen,
that was over years created by their satire machine.
I never got bored of reading Spy vs. Spy
(or watching it, precisely, as the dialog's slipped my mind...
never was a word between them said, as I recall,
only the explosions on the page, and cannon balls!)
So I wax nostagically, as I learn the fate
of the magazine that humored us (or me, at any rate).
Worrying?  I'd rather not.
Some things I can control.
And for the things I can't.....hey, I just let it roll.
That's the mindset I have had, since I was just a kid.
And maybe Mad helped instill that thinking, just a bit.

Independence Day

Happy Independence day
Americans, as it's today!
A day you used to greet with pride
now brings a feeling hard to hide
and slowly welling up inside.
It's a silent sort of shame
that your leader finds a way
to make it all about himself
just like he does with all things else.
But this "Salute to America"
is a Trumpster fire run amok!
I won't watch a single sec,
like many others too, I bet
will shun a thing they'd rather not
but this is now the view we've got:
A creamsickle on full display
to nearly everyone's dismay.
For me, he can't leave fast enough!
These last 3 years were pretty rough.
But after he's election lost
he won't concede!  And then the cost
of Mark Burnett's eternal shame
regives the world its present pain:
A mango Mussolini tweeting
incoherently repeating
phrases made of styrofoam
dull and dumb and unadorned
and showing all the planet wide
his paper skin and flaccid pride
devoid of any talent, skill
or virture, so his time is filled
with grade-school level insults made
as Twitter blinds an eye to rage:
it's anti-bully rules be damned,
if the bully rules the land.
He'll taint their brand inevitably
forever, in posterity.
So happy Independence day!
Americans, my friends, I say
Let's ensure we pave the way
to future Trumpless holidays!!

Was Swift done dirty, or did she dirty do?

Scooter Braun hopes to clear the air with Taylor Swift.
In case you didn't know this, recently a rift
has manifested in-between Taylor and her folks
at Big Machine Label Group, that first showed her the ropes
and grew her from a teenager to worldwide superstar.
His name was Scott Borchetta, and he took Taylor far.
But now an incident just a day or 2 ago
has shaken all her fans, as now they've come to know
Taylor's feelings on the subject of her masters being sold.
She makes it clear the buyer is someone she doesn't hold
in any high esteem, if the truth is as she told.
More than that, she claims that she was taken by surprize
by the whole transaction, though her lawyers were appraised
of the situation, as it molded over days.
The truth depends on point of view, and details, I suppose . . .
the totality of which I wouldn't dare pretend to know,
and therefore withhold judgement for all the players of the game
of the show business with live with, and we love . . . all the same.

Scooter Braun wants to clear the air with Taylor Swift

Christine Lagarde, we feel your pain

They come by it honestly...
Their idiotic tendency.
And now the whole world can see
how these apples ne'er left the tree.
Starting with the daughter Trump
Who farcically tried to jump
Onto the world's centre stage
Expecting only glowing praise.
Super wholely unaware
Of whether she should travel there.
Trying to insert herself
With statesfolk better than herself
In every way that's possible
And so we have the inevitable
Cringe-inducing moment seen
By the planet-watch machine.
C. Lagarde, we feel your pain.
Many heads are hung in shame
That they have a President
With such a nepotistic bent.
But Junior's shame is hard to beat:
A second birther fraud he tweets!
(He tweets at first and then deletes...
A trait rare in their family tree,
So Jr., maybe there is hope for thee...
Remember days when you embraced
The fraud he was, plain on it's face.
So stop forgetting all your past
And listen to your gut, at last.
Better days will come to pass,
Because the surest thing I've ever known is this.....nothing lasts).

Ivanka's awkward G20 moment

O Canada! (the Rant!)

Happy Birthday Canada!
It's time for you to feel the love
of a grateful citizen
for living here feels like a win.
I thought of ways I could express
the feelings that describe it best;
that patriotic side of mine
that surfaces from time to time.
Then I did remember one
commercial that made watching fun.
To say it better than this, I can't
So for your viewing joy . . . "The Rant"
"The Rant" (iconic Ad)