* Stupid me, I was trying to install a flag-counter gadget, and finally succeeded. While trying to figure out how to do it, I tried posting it as a new post, and now it shows up as a new post in other blog lists, soooooooo, I'm re-posting this post from yesterday, and for the comments you can go to yesterday's identical post.
Oh well, I got my new flag counter anyway.
So Here's the RE-Post below, and I'm still not drunk.
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*(Added April 6)
Greetings from my Home: Long Island, NY. Here is my collection from a long and meditative Beach Walk with my Puppy yesterday evening. The slipper and jingle shells were piled up big mounds all along the shores of The Little Peconic Bay, and the bay Scallops, thanks to ongoing conservation efforts, have made a comeback. I never saw Blue Claw Crabs as a kid like I do now, and, as always, the clam shells. Also, but not depicted, the Spider, Rock and Horeshoe Crab and Lobster (on the Long Island Sound Beaches) Shells, the Razor clam, Oyster and Conch shells. I even saw a few Sea Robins on the beach that either the Seagulls or the Cormorants were pecking at. I think I rescued one who sort of revived when back in the water.
In a month the Stripers and Bluefish will be running, and driving the bunker up onto the beach. The seagulls go wild when that happens, and the terns chase the bluefish schools up and down the shoreline as they make the water "boil".
No, I'm not drunk. I've been sober since Ash Wednesday, and feeling pretty good, and maybe it has been reflected in my posts since then.
And--I realize the title of this Post is just a cheap trick designed to get you to look, but it's a harmless April Fools ruse, and old Johnny Painterguy figured that since there was a flurry of views yesterday with respect to my Transcript, and while it all is still fresh in everyone's mind, I would saw away on my violin some more and add a bit of information that maybe will add to the drama.
Since my previous Post will give an idea of my dubious success in Law School, this Post will go deeper into the past and show how, at one time, I was actually worthy of a few compliments in a modest sort of way.
And I realize I didn't go to an Ivy League College or anything like that, but still--I was content at the time, and my College Experience as an English Major was quite positive. It was all an innocent, happy, carefree and sheltered time of life. (Sigh)
Sometimes a Professor would send me a nice note after a course was completed, along with my grade. I know that this is maybe not such a big deal, and that lots of students get these sort of little things jotted here and there in a complimentary way. And a lot of Law Students have too.
But still--they meant a lot to me, and I guess that is why I hung onto them all these years.
Maybe I'm posting them just to show how my little bubble was burst, and right quick when I wound up at a Law School. Or, maybe they represent something more. I don't know.
But if you read them, think about how some people claim that a Liberal Arts degree is worthless, and ask yourself if that is really so.
And look everybody, my story is just one story. One commenter thinks I'm looking for praise for past exploits, but that's not what I'm doing here.
And look everybody, my story is just one story. One commenter thinks I'm looking for praise for past exploits, but that's not what I'm doing here.
For this History class I interviewed a Jewish man who miraculously survived the Nazi, Sachsenhausen Death Camp. The camp was in Germany. In fact, there was a movie made not too long ago about a group of prisoners that were forced to make counterfeit currency at this same camp.
I still have a copy of this interview, and should Post it. (In 10 minute segments.) It really is a miraculous story of survival, against all odds, and he actually was released, and walked out of the doors of the camp by himself, weighing 90 pounds. Later in life, he worked with and became a friend of my Father's, and that is how I knew him.
This Professor Taught a class on Hemingway, and I think I recall the theme of Death.
A Letter From the Dean Re: a humble award.
Here is an essay I wrote for a class on Shakeaspeare's Tragedies. I received an A for the exam and course.
And I'm adding this today, April 3rd. I just found it again. It is a scan of a letter from last September rejecting my application for credit from Wells Fargo for a New Rug for my basement apartment in my Parents house. The rug was about 2K and I needed it badly at the time.
See the yellow highlighted language. MY "excessive obligations" are my Student Loans in relation to my income. So that's what student loans do. They ruin your credit, and that is how one becomes a 2nd class citizen in the US as I say.
And Wells Fargo is a lender of last resort according to the guy that ran my credit and tried to get me the loan. So maybe it is just as well I didn't get the loan for the rug, since it would have carried a high interest rate for sure.
And Wells Fargo is a lender of last resort according to the guy that ran my credit and tried to get me the loan. So maybe it is just as well I didn't get the loan for the rug, since it would have carried a high interest rate for sure.
Male Perfection, Worthy of all Praise and Glory
