Monday the 13th:
On the Weekend that Was:
Friday:
My meeting in Indy went well; I didn’t have to do much, other than disagree with everything that the speaker from C-Town said, it was however the long drive back on a belly full of Pizza Hut pizza served stone cold at the cafeteria in the government center, that was trying. Something about a long drive, carbohydrates, fog and rain on a winter day that will sap the life force out of you.
Upon my return to the office, I found things in a state of disarray. I used my skills of triage to solve everyone’s problems, stopping just short of my walking on water trick. I then hurried to join the hedonic and cutting edge, Mrs. John Q. Public, at a restaurant. I enjoy eating at this place, I find that they have the very best tuna steaks in the mid-west (and yes, there is such a thing as a good tuna steak in the mid-west).
After sitting there, finishing my third drink (Bombay and Tonics), the sweet and remorseful Mrs. John Q. Public called to let me know she would be running a “little” late and would I go ahead and order for her. (seems there was some kind of problem with the strip searches that her security were conducting with fans of a major rock group, whose name will not be mentioned).
So, order I did, now I don’t know if you have ever been in this situation before dear reader, but nothing says loser like having two meals sitting there getting cold in a busy expensive restaurant. So, I ate them…and dear friend nothing says double loser like eating two meals at a crowded expensive restaurant by one’s self, oh…did I mention that I happened to know not a few people dinning there that very night? It was nice of the state senator, the mayor and a colleague from the hospital to ask me to join them, but I steadfastly refused.
Three hours later, the pennant and remorseful Mrs. John Q. Public was able to catch up with me, as I bartered canned goods for table dances at a local exotic entertainment venue (it was after all a charity event).
Saturday:
Was a particularly busy day for me, my agent unknown to me at the time, had booked two speaking events, both after my normal Saturday morning class. Now let me paint a picture for you the reader that might not be familiar with the great state of Indiana. One presentation was at the University of Notre Dame and the other was scheduled for the Posey County Extension Agents Annual meeting, opposite ends of the state dear reader, opposite ends.
My class is done at 10:00AM if there are not many questions, there seldom are, I am very thorough, that and I find that if I teach half the class in Latin and the other half in classic Greek if keeps them on their toes (both languages of which it should be noted I only have only a very basic understanding of, oh well learn by doing that’s what I always said), and I didn’t get to be head of the Richard M. Nixon Center for Head Trauma and Research by not taking risks, however since it is a wielding class that I teach, it does cause a few unexpected results from time to time.
Given the ground I had to cover in one day I called an old friend of mine and master bush pilot “Ace of the Skies” Craven, off we went in his new acquisition picked up for a song from a gentlemen who was actively involved in the import-export business in Central and South America, now I don’t know how many of you have ever flown in a Douglas C-124C Globemaster II, that was most recently used to fly raw pork products and live chickens to and from remote airstrips in the Amazon basin, but it was an event I am sure not soon to forget.
Since the aircraft was at best poorly maintained, cleaning was as can be expected was less than say your normal Shell station men’s restroom in Mississippi. My concern for soiling my new Brooks Brother suit (3-Button Solid Italian Super 110's Wool Nested Suit, nice, very nice), was redirected, when “The Ace of the Sky’s” helped me on with my parachute and told my that due to hydraulic problems I would have to hand pump the system using a converted bicycle tire pump. Pump I did dear reader, pump I did.
My first stop was once again at University of Notre Dame, my third visit there this week (I have been at the request of a friend stationed in the Vatican, helping redesign the business curriculum and also lending a hand to the Football coach selection and interview process).
I delivered my presentation of the works of the poet John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, I greatly enjoy his collection of works, at many times he has mirrored many true life experiences that I have encountered. While some may say his poems are at times risky, dirty and/or pornographic. I however, find that they speak rather loudly and very clearly to a base human nature that it seems is very popular to repress in thought word and deed in these reactionary times, I highly recommend it for those of you who are not faint of heart, poems for that secret side of ourselves. The video aids were very well received by the standing room only audience.
Now then rounding out the days activity, we then flew to the Posey County Extension Agents Annual meeting where after a flurry of television and print interviews, not to mention the autograph hounds, I was able to make my way to the lectern there in the back room of the Denny’s.
My lecture was on Asimina triloba, a multi-stemmed shrub or small tree with short trunk and rounded top that presents a semi-tropical appearance more commonly known as the Paw Paw. Now I know the many of you know the trees average about 15' in height at maturity. It prospers in moist soils and when placed at the edge of a wooded area as an under story tree. It is recognized by its ‘sleepy’ summer foliage and nodding bright purple flowers in the spring. The unusual 3-lobed flowers are followed by a black, edible berry, with a taste similar to banana-pear with a custard consistency. This deciduous tree is growing in popularity largely because of the edible fruit it produces. These highly nutritious oval fruits get 2 to 5 inches long, and turn yellow-orange when ripe. The fruit is an excellent source of vitamins A and C. Two trees are necessary for pollination reasons. Fall color is a brilliant yellow.
A full day indeed, dear reader; upon our return, I was picked up at the airport by the Passionate and Resourceful Mrs. John Q. Public, driving her 1963 Jaguar XKE. We dined on a meal of her making, Dinte Moore beef stew, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (Velveeta added, it's her secret ingredient) canned corn with butter and for dessert Jello-Brand snack-pack assortment puddings. A taster meal never graced the table of any trailer park. The Mrs. Slept… from 6:00pm that night until mid-day Sunday.
Sunday:
Dear reader Sunday was a day…it was the Unflappable and Energetic Mrs. John Q. Public’s Company Christmas party and no I did not hit anyone this year. You know how they always say you should not drink and/or get drunk at company Christmas parties? Well, she never heard that bit of wisdom.
Her words this morning when I woke her with some corned beef hash and poached eggs with a celery juice cocktail, involved something along the lines of “”please kill me”, “we need some more trash bags upstairs”, “I took my bra off at the rugby bar right? not at the party”, and my personal favorite “I didn’t really French kiss the boss’s wife on the stage did I?” Once again dear reader, mistakes we made, and rest assured alcohol was a factor. Hey, baby…it’s the price you pay for living the rock and roll dream.
Today's Bill:
"Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits." --From All's Well That Ends Well (II, i, 145-147)
Thoughts on Advice and the Path of Least Résistance:
I have found the best way to give advice to your children is to find out what they want and then advise them to do it. Harry S Truman 33rd president of US (1884 - 1972)
I remain, ready to start a new week, full of hope and good will:
JQP PhD
Friday:
My meeting in Indy went well; I didn’t have to do much, other than disagree with everything that the speaker from C-Town said, it was however the long drive back on a belly full of Pizza Hut pizza served stone cold at the cafeteria in the government center, that was trying. Something about a long drive, carbohydrates, fog and rain on a winter day that will sap the life force out of you.
Upon my return to the office, I found things in a state of disarray. I used my skills of triage to solve everyone’s problems, stopping just short of my walking on water trick. I then hurried to join the hedonic and cutting edge, Mrs. John Q. Public, at a restaurant. I enjoy eating at this place, I find that they have the very best tuna steaks in the mid-west (and yes, there is such a thing as a good tuna steak in the mid-west).
After sitting there, finishing my third drink (Bombay and Tonics), the sweet and remorseful Mrs. John Q. Public called to let me know she would be running a “little” late and would I go ahead and order for her. (seems there was some kind of problem with the strip searches that her security were conducting with fans of a major rock group, whose name will not be mentioned).
So, order I did, now I don’t know if you have ever been in this situation before dear reader, but nothing says loser like having two meals sitting there getting cold in a busy expensive restaurant. So, I ate them…and dear friend nothing says double loser like eating two meals at a crowded expensive restaurant by one’s self, oh…did I mention that I happened to know not a few people dinning there that very night? It was nice of the state senator, the mayor and a colleague from the hospital to ask me to join them, but I steadfastly refused.
Three hours later, the pennant and remorseful Mrs. John Q. Public was able to catch up with me, as I bartered canned goods for table dances at a local exotic entertainment venue (it was after all a charity event).
Saturday:
Was a particularly busy day for me, my agent unknown to me at the time, had booked two speaking events, both after my normal Saturday morning class. Now let me paint a picture for you the reader that might not be familiar with the great state of Indiana. One presentation was at the University of Notre Dame and the other was scheduled for the Posey County Extension Agents Annual meeting, opposite ends of the state dear reader, opposite ends.
My class is done at 10:00AM if there are not many questions, there seldom are, I am very thorough, that and I find that if I teach half the class in Latin and the other half in classic Greek if keeps them on their toes (both languages of which it should be noted I only have only a very basic understanding of, oh well learn by doing that’s what I always said), and I didn’t get to be head of the Richard M. Nixon Center for Head Trauma and Research by not taking risks, however since it is a wielding class that I teach, it does cause a few unexpected results from time to time.
Given the ground I had to cover in one day I called an old friend of mine and master bush pilot “Ace of the Skies” Craven, off we went in his new acquisition picked up for a song from a gentlemen who was actively involved in the import-export business in Central and South America, now I don’t know how many of you have ever flown in a Douglas C-124C Globemaster II, that was most recently used to fly raw pork products and live chickens to and from remote airstrips in the Amazon basin, but it was an event I am sure not soon to forget.
Since the aircraft was at best poorly maintained, cleaning was as can be expected was less than say your normal Shell station men’s restroom in Mississippi. My concern for soiling my new Brooks Brother suit (3-Button Solid Italian Super 110's Wool Nested Suit, nice, very nice), was redirected, when “The Ace of the Sky’s” helped me on with my parachute and told my that due to hydraulic problems I would have to hand pump the system using a converted bicycle tire pump. Pump I did dear reader, pump I did.
My first stop was once again at University of Notre Dame, my third visit there this week (I have been at the request of a friend stationed in the Vatican, helping redesign the business curriculum and also lending a hand to the Football coach selection and interview process).
I delivered my presentation of the works of the poet John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, I greatly enjoy his collection of works, at many times he has mirrored many true life experiences that I have encountered. While some may say his poems are at times risky, dirty and/or pornographic. I however, find that they speak rather loudly and very clearly to a base human nature that it seems is very popular to repress in thought word and deed in these reactionary times, I highly recommend it for those of you who are not faint of heart, poems for that secret side of ourselves. The video aids were very well received by the standing room only audience.
Now then rounding out the days activity, we then flew to the Posey County Extension Agents Annual meeting where after a flurry of television and print interviews, not to mention the autograph hounds, I was able to make my way to the lectern there in the back room of the Denny’s.
My lecture was on Asimina triloba, a multi-stemmed shrub or small tree with short trunk and rounded top that presents a semi-tropical appearance more commonly known as the Paw Paw. Now I know the many of you know the trees average about 15' in height at maturity. It prospers in moist soils and when placed at the edge of a wooded area as an under story tree. It is recognized by its ‘sleepy’ summer foliage and nodding bright purple flowers in the spring. The unusual 3-lobed flowers are followed by a black, edible berry, with a taste similar to banana-pear with a custard consistency. This deciduous tree is growing in popularity largely because of the edible fruit it produces. These highly nutritious oval fruits get 2 to 5 inches long, and turn yellow-orange when ripe. The fruit is an excellent source of vitamins A and C. Two trees are necessary for pollination reasons. Fall color is a brilliant yellow.
A full day indeed, dear reader; upon our return, I was picked up at the airport by the Passionate and Resourceful Mrs. John Q. Public, driving her 1963 Jaguar XKE. We dined on a meal of her making, Dinte Moore beef stew, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (Velveeta added, it's her secret ingredient) canned corn with butter and for dessert Jello-Brand snack-pack assortment puddings. A taster meal never graced the table of any trailer park. The Mrs. Slept… from 6:00pm that night until mid-day Sunday.
Sunday:
Dear reader Sunday was a day…it was the Unflappable and Energetic Mrs. John Q. Public’s Company Christmas party and no I did not hit anyone this year. You know how they always say you should not drink and/or get drunk at company Christmas parties? Well, she never heard that bit of wisdom.
Her words this morning when I woke her with some corned beef hash and poached eggs with a celery juice cocktail, involved something along the lines of “”please kill me”, “we need some more trash bags upstairs”, “I took my bra off at the rugby bar right? not at the party”, and my personal favorite “I didn’t really French kiss the boss’s wife on the stage did I?” Once again dear reader, mistakes we made, and rest assured alcohol was a factor. Hey, baby…it’s the price you pay for living the rock and roll dream.
Today's Bill:
"Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits." --From All's Well That Ends Well (II, i, 145-147)
Thoughts on Advice and the Path of Least Résistance:
I have found the best way to give advice to your children is to find out what they want and then advise them to do it. Harry S Truman 33rd president of US (1884 - 1972)
I remain, ready to start a new week, full of hope and good will:
JQP PhD
posted by John Q. Public esq. at 2:20 AM
<< Home