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Sunday, June 12, 2016

The Writer's Life 6/12 - Hooks

Will the president finally utter the words "Islamic terrorist"?

The following items were culled from today's NY Post, my comments added: USA credit card debt is approaching one trillion. Are people waiting for the same forgiveness Bernie Sanders promised for student loan debt?... In the 70's and 80's half of teens 16-19 worked during the summer. These days it's one-third. I don't know exactly what it means, but it doesn't sound good... Obama has pardoned more felons, 250, than the previous six presidents combined. Supposedly they're non-violent. I sure hope so... Ernest Hemingway's grandson, Edward, has written and illustrated four children's books and illustrated several others. Who knew?... Here's one from the category "So you think you've heard everything," from an article by Doree Lewak: A math teacher at Brooklyn's Kingsborough CC has been dubbed The Sperminator. In the past 12 years he has sired 22 kids by donating his seed -- and not to clinics which charge an arm and a leg to women desperate to conceive. Via the web, he arranges a meeting at a place such as Target or Starbucks, then goes to a bathroom, watches porn on his Iphone, and delivers his goods into a type of menstrual cup -- and he does it for free! Many of his recipients are lesbians. Damn, I could have been a father. I doubt I have the sperm count these days to attract such women. His is very high, obviously.

Ever hear of body suspension? It's a process wherein an expert pierces flesh with hooks all over the body, then raises the person, who is connected to a pulley system, into the air. Devotees claim the practice gives them a huge sense of well-being. A practitioner says: "It is painful. Piercing is painful, it's just like regular piercing, Every time it's a new piercing and the wound heals really fast, it can heal in two weeks. I had hooks in my forehead and nobody can tell I had them." How long a person remains suspended varies, depending on their position and how they feel. "Some people stay for four, five hours, some people need only three seconds." Maybe I should add it to my bucket list. Here's a picture:

The wind was so fierce on 7th Avenue in Park Slope I decided to take the floating book shop to another location. It wasn't quite as bad on 9th Street below 5th Avenue, but it was still stiff. The move did not pan out financially, but it did lead to a meeting with a friend I hadn't seen in the flesh in two years, actor/singer Johnny Socks. He'd just come from mass up the street at St. Thomas. He's been involved in film shorts, still leading the vagabond artist's life. For the past nine days he's been minding a cat, staying at the apartment of a woman who travels the country to film locations. Best of luck, my man.
My thanks to the gentleman who purchased the Manhattan Noir 2 short story collection, and the woman who bought Robert James Waller's The Bridges of Madison County.
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