Posts Tagged ‘Elvis Presley’

Wake Me When It’s Over

January 8, 2010

It’s day 5 of this cold I picked up, that started with a scratchy throat in the late afternoon last Sunday when we got home from our whirlwind New Year’s party weekend. My head has been like a block of cement and I’ve taken countless doses of over the counter remedies to no avail. You would think the frustration of just trying to pry those tablets out of those blister packs would aggravate the cold right out of a person.  Give me a good old fashioned bottle any day, something a 6-year old could open. My God, those blister pack are more secure than the checkpoints at Newark Airport.

Did you see that video? Take a look. It’s a little long, with the man in the tan coat just standing there, looking like he’s waiting for someone and little by little moves further up. If you jumpt to 4:53, you see the guard leave his post.  At about the 5 minute mark, the man is now behind the rope. 33 seconds later, the woman appears in the bottom left corner. And at 5:41, the man has ducked under the rope and is walking away with the woman.  He still hasn’t been identified and if he is ever found, he could face criminal charges.  The security guard is on administrative leave, with pay, until the matter is cleared up.

 

 

Today is Elvis Presley’s 75 th birthday. Let’s all have a grilled peanut butter and banana sandwich to celebrate.

“The bill is defeated.” Those were the words late yesterday afternoon of Senate President Dick Codey, who was in favor of the bill,  after the 20-14 vote against marriage equality in New Jersey, as was expected.

Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes ~ Oscar Wilde

 

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An Arm And A…

December 17, 2009

Did I tell you I registered for a sort of seminar, maybe it’s a workshop, on how to get published? No, I probably didn’t. It’s being given by the Liberty State Writer’s Group in January. I made a vow to myself and to certain other people that it’s time for me to get back into the swing with some serious writing and after the falderal of the coming holidays, I am going to do just that. My time is sparse, but I’ve made it clear I need to really set aside some time and get my book finished. And going to this seminar thing will hopefully give me some new perspective into what I must be doing wrong for the last 5 years. Can you believe I still haven’t heard from that woman I contacted in August with a packet of my work and then with a follow-up email from the very beginning of October? I just don’t understand what harm there is in at least acknowledging my communications, even if it’s with a “go get bent”.

I read this story about a French court splitting the jackpot won by a woman, Marie-Helene Jarguel and a man, Francis Sune her gambling partner, an issue that has taken since March to get resolved. Monsieur Sune argued that he should be entitled to at least part of the over 2 million euros ($2.91 million) won after a bet of 50 euros because he is the one who pulled the lever. The court actually ruled in his favor to receive 20% of his partner’s winnings.

That reminds me of a sort of similar situation that happened to me in Atlantic City many years ago, back in the ‘70’s or maybe early 80’s after casinos first starting dotting the Jersey shoreline. It was  back when Bally’s had that awesome ice cream parlor on the top floor at the end of a very long escalator (I think it was Bally’s then). It was back when very few, if any, slot machines had seats. It was back when one had to carry rolled quarters and crack them open on the coin tray. We’re talking a while ago. I was standing at a slot machine, not doing very well, similar to my prowess 30 years hence and I had gone through roll after roll of quarters. At one point, when I had stooped to crack open another roll, this old woman creeps up from next to me from out of nowhere, drops a few coins into my machine, pulls the arm and ca-chink, out falls a handful of quarters that should have been mine, but the hand is quicker than the eye, especially when it’s at the end of some old fart’s decrepit arm, and by the time I realized what the “F” was going on, that scraggily hag swooped up her, rather, my winnings and took off like a shot. I wanted to go after her and beat the puddin’ out of her, but damn it, I didn’t.

Did you hear about the book that was returned to the New Bedford Public Library in Massachusetts that was 99 years overdue? No joke. “Facts I Ought To Know About The Government Of My Country” was taken out by Stanley Dudek’s mother in 1910 when she was studying up on becoming a citizen of the United States. Dudek came across the book when he was recently going through his late mother’s things returned the 115 year old book to the library. The fine of $361.35 (calculated using the 1910 rate of a penny a day for an overdue book) is being waived and the book will be displayed in a special collection.

You’re  short only when you stand next to someone taller.

Dinner last night was an international delight. Since it was Wednesday, it was time for the weekly “sauce” and the pasta I chose to put it on was little wagon wheels.  I bought this “product of Italy” as was markd on the bag, at the Chinese market the other afternoon and I discovered last night the cooking directions were in French. To cap off the meal, we each had a hunk of Polish cheesecake, which was a whipped cream smothered cheesecake, sitting atop what amounted to chocolate mousse-frosted black forest cake, whose cherries were infused with rum. Mmm…mmmm!  Thankfully Ariel chose to speak to me in English.

Today I’m in a Christmassy mood. Remember yesterday I was undecided? I got this video from a friend of mine and then after some exploring, (exploring, right, I clicked on the next thumbnail on Youtube, is what I did) I came across the second one which you’ll have to see by clicking on the orange play button.

 

 

                   Click here for the second video

 

 

Hair’s A King’s Ransom

October 22, 2009

There was an auction this past weekend in Chicago, at the Leslie Hindman Auction House where many Elvis Presley items were up for bidding. There were more than 200 items on the auction block from the collection of the late Gary Pepper, president of the Tankers Fan Club, which was created for Elvis Presley fans. The items included the requisite bounty of signed photos, record albums, and assorted other memorabilia. It also included a shirt, worn by Elvis, valued at $52,000. (That can’t be right, can it? Good grief, my car didn’t cost that much). And besides the shirt, there was a lock of hair, that was anticipated to rake in between 8 and 12 thousand dollars. The clump of hair, is said to be from the historic 1958 shearing of the King’s mane when he was recruited into the army. The auction house did not conduct a DNA test on the hair but stated thatelvis hair John Reznikoff, an expert in celebrity hair authentication, says it matches an Elvis hair he has in his own collection. Thank goodness, because I’m not so sure I’d appreciate plopping down that kind of money, $18,300, on a clump hair that didn’t once grace the head of The King.

More than $300,000 was made during the auction, but that money is being held in escrow until a claim by John Tate and Norma Deeble, cousins to the Gary Pepper is ironed out that the memorabilia was stolen by their late relative’s caretaker, Nancy Pease Whitehead when Pepper, who suffered from cerebral palsy, was moved to a home for the disabled people. What if…oh, man, the controversy…imagine…what if she replaced the original clump of hair with imposter black hair. That would mean all those bids would have been senseless. Oh no, never mind, it was authenticated. I forgot. And look, there’s a picture of Elvis, that must mean it’s really his hair.

There’s a prototype of a new device called The Rationalizer being tested in Amsterdam by Philips Electronics. It’s main aim is to sense online day traders’ stress levels so they can…take a time out and calm down and regroup. The user wears an EmoBracelet (emo being short for emotion or emotional) and when it senses stress it lights up a an EmoBowl that flickers in colors from yellow to red as intensity grows. It’s the mood ring of the new millennium. I don’t need a mood ring or a Rationalizer to tell me when I’m stressed. I usually get that dull echoing thud of blood pounding in my ears and that kind of psychedelic black swirling clouding my vision. That more or less tells me I need to back away. And if I don’t pay attention to those indicators, what makes anyone think I’m gonna listen to an EmoBowl. At least I can ignore myself for free. The product is not currently in production but the prototype is part of an effort to technologically help people cope with stress. Like a nice cattle prod.

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And then there’s the story of the Tree House Man, Michael Chapman from Worcester, Massachusetts. After three months of physical labor and nearly $12,000, he’s got until November 2 to tear it all down. The reason? It violates a city ordinance because it is higher than 15′ (it towers at 50′) and it is within 5 feet of a property line.  The elaborate structure, which is made of more than a ton of pressure treated lumber, 500 lag screws and nuts, 1,000 feet of jute rope and 48 feet of rebar, that can securely support several adults at one time, caused one neighbor to threaten to burn it down with or without Chapman in it. During all the construction, as neighbors complained, Chapman kept working on his boyhood dream, even adorning it with a plaque that reads  “Heart Of Oak”. The commissioner of the city’s Department of Inspectional Services fears the treehouse would be an “attractive nuisance” like a swimming pool without a fence and that kids could hurt themselves not to mention the possibility of Chapman climbing the structure with binoculars to spy on his neighbors. So now with his time running out to dismantle his creation, he faces a daily fine of $300 for each day beyond  November 2.   Boo! Hiss!