a very short story about Smartphones


I see people everywhere on their smartphones.

Then poof –no more.


Are aliens beaming them up?

— No.


Are they being eaten by they’re own addictiveness?



Are they being scammed out of existence?

Maybe – well No.


Are they being zapped into an AI Virtual Reality?



And to make things worse –it’s a big disappointment because its not paradise, nope. It’s just like here. And you thought you were going to be in a Trump Free World.



My story of the movies…


newscopythe flow of the stuff in my head…

About the age of 15 or 16 my best friend Paul D. and I got together to make a movie. We wrote a script based on our goofy sense of humor and our favorite movies of Sean Connery as 007. Our character was James Notch 008 and ½ based on the Notch Store on the west side of Cheshire with a 67 page script maybe (it was a long time ago). It was a movie that never got made.


“Everybody knows they only make movies in Hollywood,”

classmates told us.


Coincidentally the Notch Store was the backdrop for the final scene in a film directed by Paul Newman called Rachel, Rachel in 1968 and was nominated for 4 Oscars including Best Picture (it didn’t win any Oscars).

I threw myself on the floor and rolled around. I moaned, I whined until she (my mom) agreed.

The next film that Paul and I filmed didn’t have a script. It was just visual ideas I had that I thought would look good strung together. It was a silent color film shot on a Double 8mm film made with a wind-up camera with three twists lenses and had variable shooting speeds. Back in the days of film – sound films were shot at 24 frames per second and silent films at 18 frames per second. Shoot at slower speeds and everyone would speed up. Shoot at faster speeds and slow-motion happens.

I convinced a girl down the street who was a year older than me to be in the film. She was the good guy with a white cowboy hat. I shot that first scene at sunset. The camera was on the ground, which meant I was on the ground too. She ran towards the camera hat on and she brandished the gun (an unloaded Luger my Father had as a souvenir from WWII) and jumped over me. She refused to be in the film after that. I even offered to pay her, but she said no. It was okay to use that footage she told me, mainly because she was in silhouette and no one could see her face.

After that I pleaded with my mom to be in the movie. I threw myself on the floor and rolled around. I moaned, I whined until she agreed. And she did. Phil B my best friend (the trio of nerdy guys – me, Paul and Phil) was the villain, though he looked like an innocent kid.

The Fordham’s Young Filmmakers Festival of 1968 in NYC

It was called: The Chase and it was awful. It was about 40 minutes too long. There were two special effects. My mom shoots at Phil and his black beret whips off his head. I used a fishing pole with some line. We shot all the scenes with my mom with slow film speeds so she looked like a lone Keystone Cop running in long shots that were way too long. And there was a car chase with one long POV (point of view) shot from the car, very boring.

The dying scenes were hilarious because my mom and Phil hammed it up.

Our art teacher suggested we send it to the Fordham’s Young Filmmakers Festival in NYC. We did and the only good thing about the movie was our entry into the festival. It was in 1968 in the winter during the first garbage strike. John Lindsay was major.

I learned so much about films and Paul and I had a good time – away from parents for a whole weekend. We saw a pre-screening of The Planet of The Apes with Charlton Heston.

When I returned I began studying film – Ingmar Bergman, Truffaut, Godard and American Film. I started a film club of watching great films and making small films, though we never got around to watching the great films.

I made one successful short film of 3 minutes made via pixilation or 3D animation (now CGI would be used). It was called King Chair. It made a $45 profit and was shown all over the world. When I asked my mom to be in subsequent movies she agreed if I was never to show her face.

I was thinking about going to go to New York University Film School and was toying with schools focusing on Creative Writing but my Guidance Counselor didn’t have the bravery to tell me that my SAT scores abysmally low. She brought me to the lounge of the other Guidance Counselors for their support in telling me. (Who was supporting me?). They basically said I was too stupid to get a BA and should settle for a BFA in film. I was angry and decided to let go of film school for a BA in English.

Writing pervaded my life.

I got side-tracked into psychology and ended up graduating from one of the top 20 universities in the US with a 3.2 cumulative average. I guess that proved I wasn’t stupid. I got a BA in Psychology with 2 Minors – one in English Literature and the other in Philosophy.

Writing pervaded my life. I tried going back into film in the mid to late 80s. I met Robert Altman who gave me an obscure window into his next film but I was too stupid to get it. (Maybe the guidance counselors were right – I was “too stupid”). His next film was The Player.

I’m still writing and doing my other work that I had surrendered into – as a healer. Being a healer/shaman/astrologer is something I have been doing formally since 1990. I have a fantasy novel that is being readied for publication – The Quest for The Green Man and I have been working on a series of 9 science-fiction novels.

Throughout it all I love stories and I love making-up and writing stories. I only wish I could transfer the images I see in my head to the reader’s head or the film goer, but I love the texture and wobble of words to send the images.


A Failed Winter (and Summer) Olympic Sport from the 1950s

Many don’t know that this failed sport went on to become a lifesaving technique.

That’s right. I bet you didn’t know that the Heimlich maneuver was a failed Olympic Sport.


Okay the winter version was better for vegans and vegetarians.


Skates on.

Swallow a chunk of pork sausage while skating fast down a long runway CHOKING and carrying a chair.


Throw yourself on the chair back just below your rib cage at the end of the runway

EJECTING the chunk of sausage over burning hot coals.


Whose ever sausage chunk goes the farthest before bursting into flames gets the Gold.


Many participants wear helmets and fire retardant suits in case they fall into the hot coals.

And many wear Hiemy Straps to help prevent accidental rib brakes.


Voted as TOO DISGUSTING for the Olympics. Also many broke their ribs with the Hiemy Strap and one person did choke to death because the performed the move incorrectly. A summer version was also tried with the same results.

The Logical Extension of The Pro-Life Movement


The Pro-Life Belief is that once conception occurs that the child as fetus is life cannot be terminated without committing an act of murder.

Women’s rights to control over their bodies do not apply in this case because the unborn child is still a child.

Under the sanctity and sacredness of life being so valued Pro-Life supporters need to be:

  • Opposed to Euthanasia
  • Opposed to Suicide
  • Opposed to the Death Penalty and Executions
  • Opposed to War
  • Opposed to Police use of deadly force
  • Opposed to Gun violence, manslaughter and murder
  • Opposed to Pollution
  • Opposed to Oil and Coal
  • Opposed to Prejudice and Bigotry
  • In-Favor of Tolerance and Compassion
  • In-Favor of Gun Control
  • In-Favor of the Vegan Lifestyle
  • In-Favor of Environmental Protections
  • In-Favor of Alternative Energy Production


Pro-Life needs to be equated in all that give life and opposed to all that takes life.

Opposition to euthanasia or ending a persons’ suffering through life termination is against life. Suicide and murder are anti-life. War, police use of deadly force, executions, and manslaughter, gun violence resulting in death is not Pro-Life. Pollution and Climate Change cause all manner of events that threaten and shorten life.

Vigorous support of environmental protection is a Pro-Life lifestyle choice – of life as sacred. Eating hard-boiled chicken eggs is anti-life, as well as eating meat. Veganism is the logical course of action for the Pro-Life Believer. Cannibalism of mammals is against life. Support of Gun Control can help limit gun violence and death. Using tolerance and compassion to include others is one way to support all life. Favoring Alternative Energy – as a renewable energy source is a way of promoting life in its larger context.


If Pro-Life as a movement is followed to its logic conclusions then unwanted babies could be adopted by families in need of children.

Finger-Pointing Or…


The Pope and the Dali Lama Issue Mittens and Socks to Members of US Congress


The Pope and the Dali Lama have interceded with mittens and socks in the US Congress as a way to reduce finger pointing. A variety of finger pointing was used in a partisan manner Saturday at midnight when the government was shutdown.

Diagram 1 shows bad fingers in the pointing and casting of blame. Ooo naughty.


Picture 1 – Borrowed from “Uncle Sam Wants you for the US Army” poster though not necessarily bad is accusatory in the Bag Finger pointing matches.

Picture 2 – Index point finger of blame (not “fickle-finger-of-fate” award) is saying Position D: “You are to blame.” Position R: “No, you are to blame.” Bickering (petulant quarreling) or in the words of Monte Python “Nay saying.”

Rather silly.

Picture 3 – Multiple pointy fingers — a din of bickering nay-saying ninnies. Dems and Repubs pointing en-masse.


Picture 4 – The Ultimate Bad Finger – Partisan Stand-Off


Diagram 2 Fingers and hands of Peace – no explanation




When the Pope and the Dali Lama first introduced mittens and “sock puppet” play puppets attacked and bit each other.


Who do you think benefited from the shut down?

The American People?



The Democrats?



The Republicans?



It was the Koch Brothers and Vladimir Putin.


Oh and mitten and sock manufactures too.

Womb with a View – satire

Lobbyists in the womb – a fanciful look at The Rights of the Un-Born (fiction I hope)WombWorldWomb-World

“I just met with sixteen hundred of our new potential constituents, in the first trimester,” Carol said.

“And are they with us?”

“I did my best. A little over one thousand have detected that they are unwanted being carried by either by unwed mothers or by mothers who aren’t sure they want to carry their babies. One thousand want to return to the “before-space” mainly because it’s not cramped. They report that the corporeal form they occupy is very primitive and brain function is minimal. Some are hoping for miscarriages because its the easiest way to release, but in leu of that abortion is okay. They don’t want to be here and are not interested in joining any political party. If they are forced to stay most would choose anarchy, but some would be socialists. I gave some of them vouchers, about two hundred souls or so.

“Of the remaining four hundred and thirty four, three hundred and two have declared themselves independents and aren’t interested in politics and think money is funny or stupid. They could be potential progressives. The others are divided into two or three categories. One group is definitely with us and about a third of them have vouchers. Another group could go in any direction and will ally with their families, some with the mothers and a smaller percentage with the father. They refused vouchers.

“The last group were very grumpy and claimed to be related to a guy I’ve never heard of – William F. Buckley Jr. I had to look him up. He was this elitist conservative type. They not only didn’t want vouchers and thought we live more in a welfare state than ever before. They wondered why we were soliciting voters in the womb.”

“Did you tell them?”

“Of course I did… But I have to tell you that this ‘Before-Space’ is a very appealing place. I’d go there tomorrow if I could. No money, no stress, no weight gain, no weight, no body. You can have sex there without any consequences, no children at all. They call it blending. I used to get blended in my 20s and the hangovers, well I don’t need to tell you. Expanded consciousness is the best thing. I guess death is something we can all look forward to.

“I asked them why they would want to leave the ‘Before-Space’ and they said it had to due with some weird attachment deal, a. Catch 22 thing. If you want to stay they boot you out, If you want to go,- trying to stay-  well you go but its a trick apparently.

“The people that don’t come back have the widest choices but they choose one thing over and over.”

“What? You’re killing me.”

“Its stupid. Its Love.”

“Well you know I’ve always loved you,” and Bob started his grab-ass thing.

“Get off me, you pig,” Carol pushed him away.

“You know what?


“They want to know why we are courting their votes in the womb? And I told then the history. That in 2017, the GOP declared that they were citizens who could have funding to go to college and that’s when it all started.”

“What was their response?”

“They said that womb-life was too cramped and making promises was bullshit and they should be left alone by political parties and everybody else.

“I did see some conservative lobbyists there promising them fiscal responsibility. I heard giggling…”

“I gave them the survey and 100% of them said that Mom has a right to choose to send us back for another shot later when we are wanted.”