Cherishing Blockbuster

The Bend store, three hours from Portland, was already attracting tourists last summer, when it became the last Blockbuster in America. As it prepares to become the last true Blockbuster in the world on Sunday — when the only other one, in Australia, closes — even more selfie-snapping pilgrims have arrived.

One of them, Steven Mercadante, drove his 2013 Kia Soul nearly 1,000 miles from Southern California through pelting rain to get to Bend.

“I just wanted to relive my childhood, said Mr. Mercadante, 32, a Walmart cashier who grew up in a military family that moved frequently. Blockbuster, like strawberry milk and Kraft macaroni and cheese, was a constant and a comfort for him.

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don't condemn this man

for his driven folly

*

he wants his past back

which is never a silly

thing

*

behind all of us

far back in the summer

smiles of a moment

wrapped in amber

 resides Blockbuster

*

one last chance

one final view

to feel

quickened

*

then back to the

brexiting

and trumpeting

and netpicking

*

the comfort is gone

gone from me

taken away by

tinhorn maturity

and barcodes

*

Watermelon pickles cured me of teenage angst

Dr. Ramsey argues that a poor diet is a major factor contributing to the epidemic of depression, which is the top driver of disability for Americans aged 15 to 44, according to a report by the World Health Organization. Together with Samantha Elkrief, a chef and food coach who sits in on many of his patient sessions, he often counsels patients on how better eating may lead to better mental health.

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historians note that Caesar

conquered Gall on nothing

but anchovy pizza

and sweet red wine

*

while his men

a sad moping lot

subsisted on salt

vinegar and radishes

*

you can't comfort 

anybody with apples

but give them a swig

of apple brandy

*

for best results

*

America needs more

White Castle

and less

kale

*

you ever see a sad person

in White Castle?

if you start to cry

they kick you out

*

a Sunday bowl of menudo

covers a lot of turmoil

and watermelon pickles

cured me of teenage angst

*

there are more old chefs

than there are old doctors

and ketchup will be

making a comeback

*

any day now

SCOTUS Halts Execution, Ruling Inmate Entitled to Buddhist Cleric

WASHINGTON—The Supreme Court blocked Texas from executing a Buddhist inmate Thursday, saying that the condemned man, Patrick Murphy, was entitled to a spiritual adviser in the death chamber just as Christian prisoners may request a chaplain’s presence as they draw their final breath.

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when I go

and I think I'll go in a prison

because a poet's life

always ends badly

if they wait too long

to publish*

I want

a

French pastry chef

to attend me in the death chamber

in traditional white toque

to comfort me with

puits d'amour

bichon au citron

vol-au-vent

and a

tarte des Alpes*

plus

I'll need a sommelier

cuz I ain't going

into that good night

sober

And it came to pass that they did rejoice exceedingly

And it came to pass that they did rejoice exceedingly . . .

First Nephi. Chapter Five. Verse 9.

The joy of God

is not concealed;

but by the Spirit

is revealed.

In desert, on the open sea,

wherever faith has cause to flee,

you will not hear a tale of woe

but happy thanks from lips will flow.

When setbacks in the world I meet,

help me like Lehi to be sweet;

and help my faith a courage be 

to bring about festivity.

Pennsylvania Legislator Stepanie Borowicz Prays for God’s Forgiveness Before First Muslim Woman Sworn In as Representative (Slate)

Pennsylvania Lawmaker Prays for God’s Forgiveness Before First Muslim Woman Sworn In as Representative

Dear God

forgive my ignorance

in promoting suspicion

and fear

instead of hope and trust

*

may my hands

lose their cunning

when it comes to

writing any more trash

to speak

*

give me the grace and wit

to wait for more

inspiration

and less

damnation

*

forgive my agendas, O Lord,

and lead me not into

self righteous bigotry

forever and ever

oy vey

China Floats Cloud Concession to Foreign Tech Firms in U.S. Trade Talks (WSJ)

I want to be a Chinese cloud,

so open and so free.

To float above the landscape

in pure love and harmony.

*

And ev'ryone can use me

for their data storage needs;

with all the best security

at such bodacious speeds.

*

Come unto me, ye data files

so weary from the wiles

of other cloud pretenders

who cajole you with their smiles.

*

For I will keep your info

locked up tightly, there's no doubt.

In fact, when you do need it

I will never let it out . . . 

What are subway bathrooms for?

But subway bathrooms have long occupied an inner ring of the city’s underworld, each grim, battered door a portal to a multisensory nightmare.

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what are subway bathrooms for?

I'll tell you what they're for

they're detriments to crime

on a scale as yet

unimagined by our 

staid court system

just think of it

a thug who beats up

little old ladies

is sentenced to

five years of

cleaning subway bathrooms

and those places never stay clean

for more than ten minutes

it beats anything 

in Dante's Inferno

or how about

some white collar criminal

who converted

 pension plans

into a beach front mansion

in Saint Kitts and Nevis?

he doesn't just get zonked

with cleaning subway bathrooms

but

is forced to be an ATTENDANT

in subway bathrooms

wearing a white coat

and carrying a whisk broom

with that kind of

retribution

hanging over their heads

you can bet dollars

to Duncan Yo-Yos

 that crooks will not only

turn over a new leaf

but uproot 

the whole darn 

tree

And after this manner of language had my mother complained against my father.

And after this manner of language had my mother complained against my father.

First Nephi. Chapter Five. Verse 3.

Complaining

shows a lack of faith

yet

also shows I'm human

Circumscribed

by mortal fears

while

stretching into the dark

Lashing

out at loved ones

when

the light grows dim within

Pleading

for new batteries

from

He who has no sin

Resolving

to think better

and

stay quiet when in doubt

Rejoicing

when my dread departs

replaced

by confidence reborn

03/27/2019

Wednesday

Up at 4, thinking of lasagne. So I made a small one, using Barilla Alfredo sauce instead of red tomato sauce. Naturally, I put anchovies in it along with the hamburger.

My fungus/yeast rash is gone from my belly, but the rest of my torso is still tortured by some kind of rash -- so I play nudist at night, and I made the lasagne this morning al fresco -- except for an apron. I have a sign on my door reading:  Warning: An active Nudist lives here!”  It seems to stop most inconsequential visits. Although the old lady Bernie keeps coming by to give me sacks of jigsaw puzzles -- she saw Sarah and the kids one day a few weeks ago and ever since has to bring by all her hand-me-downs for them. Well-meant, of course -- but the puzzles are in plastic bags, and who knows if all the pieces are there or not. So I just stuff ‘em in my garbage sack when I go out to the dumpster.

Madel offered to let me use her Netflix account, so I can cancel mine to save a few dollars each month. What a sweetheart! I just called Netflix customer service to cancel and by golly they didn’t give me any run-around at all -- it was all done in less than a minute. My account will close on April 17th.

Password Passions

Streaming music and video services that permit multiple users, plus the proliferation of family cellphone plans in recent years that are cheaper than individual accounts, have created ties that bind long after a breakup or even divorce.

WSJ

hey this is Tim

from the vasty beyond

remember when I died

last year?

you were supposed to cancel

our phone plan

and our Netflix

and that cheese of the month

thingy

but I'm still getting billed for them

oh yeah -- they have bill collectors

here

which gives you some idea

where I'm at

nobody wears pants here

nobody has any plastic

and my bitcoin account

is hacked

so do me a favor

for the sake of past ardor

call customer service

and put everything in your name

K?

cuz I can come back to haunt you

in the body of Jussie Smollett