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Wordplay

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Each year the Washington Post’s Style Invitational asks readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing only one letter and supply a new definition. Here are the 2002 winners:

Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

Giraffiti: Vandalism painted very, very high.

Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn’t get it.

Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.

Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit).

Karmageddon: It’s like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer.

Glibido: All talk and no action.

Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly. And, the overall winner of the Washington Post’s Style Invitational:

Ignoranus: A person who’s both stupid and an asshole

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Life is a Day

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Life is a day that lies between two nights — the night of “not yet,” before birth, and the night of “no more,” after death. That day may be overcast with pain and frustration, or bright with warmth and contentment. But, inevitably, the night of death must arrive.

Death is a night that lies between two days — the day of life on earth and the day of eternal life in the world to come. That night may come suddenly, in the blink of an eye, or it may come gradually, with a slowly receding sun.

As the day of life is an interlude, so is the night of death an interlude. As the day inevitably proceeds to dusk, so does the darkness inevitably proceed to dawn.

Each portion — the foetal existence, and life, and death, and eternal life — is separated by a veil which human understanding cannot pierce.

— excerpt from The Jewish Way of Death and Mourning by Maurice Lamm

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Long Live The King

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The Tower draws nearer! This past Sunday I read a new introduction to The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three while in a Costco of all places. Stephen King wrote in it about how he wanted to create a Tolkien-like saga in a Sergio Leone movie landscape (think Lord of the Rings set in “The Good, The Bad & the Ugly”) and I immediately and gleefully starting thinking, “Yes! I knew it! I knew it!” He wrote about what motivated him, way back when, to write this series and what is driving him now to finish it. Yes, finish it. Over the next year and a half, expect bold new things from Mr. King!

First things first – Books V, VI and VII of the Dark Tower series have been named and slated for delivery. The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla will arrive in stores on November 5th, 2003. The Dark Tower VI: Song of Susannah, will arrive in store in the Summer of 2004 and The Dark Tower VII, The Dark Tower, will arrive in November, 2004. It also seems that Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger has been updated to make it more in-line with the other books. Supposedly there is now 10% more content than the previous edition. Speaking of previous editions, new introductions have been written for all the first four books.

Second, at Stephen King’s web site there is a section completely devoted to the Dark Tower. Click here to go check out either a short flash movie or enter the site itself. Overall, it’s a really well done flash site – definitely one deserving to be associated with The Dark Tower.

Third, I learned from George about this book entitled The Dark Tower: A Concordance, Volume 1. It is a comprehensive handbook for all things Mid-World (characters, high speech phrases, etc) from the first four books. Volume 2, published when Dark Tower V comes out this November, will cover the last three books. While my reading load is currently backed up by a couple of books, I will need to buy this ASAP. I think pretty soon I’m going to need a new bookcase.

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Language Again

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My misuse of promises has lengthened that word’s character count in my vocabulary. It is a long word, heavy. It is now false-promises; chic with a stylish hyphen in the middle. Each day is perpetual fall; my how the leaves twist and dance on the slow way down…

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Two Choices

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A man sitting in a chair holds out two hands, each held straight out, curled into a fist. A man sits across from him.

“Vanilla or Chocolate? Choose one.”

“I choose Vanilla.”

“Why? I choose Vanilla because?”

“I choose Vanilla because it is my favorite flavor.”

“No. That is a reason and you must get beyond reason. Again, Vanilla or Chocolate?”

“I choose Vanilla.”

“Why? I choose Vanilla because?”

“I choose Vanilla because that is what I want.”

“No. Want is a desire and a desire is a reason and a reason is based on a decision. Get beyond reason and get beyond decision. I ask again, Chocolate or Vanilla?”

“I choose Vanilla.”

“Why? I choose Vanilla because?”

“I choose Vanilla because that is the flavor that agrees with my palette.”

“No. Again, that is a reason and you must get beyond reason. I ask again, Chocolate or Vanilla?”

“I choose Vanilla because.”

“Because why?”

“Just because. Is that the answer you are getting at?”

“No. That is not good enough and that is not what I want you to see. There is no insight there. I want you to see the insight behind this choice. Once a choice is made, a choice is made. A decision is something one can back on; one can question one’s decisions, one may decide his previous reasons were incorrect. Later on you may regret your decision and change your mind. You must get your beyond reasons and decisions. Choices and decisions are two different things and you must learn the insight as to why.

Choice is the act of selecting while a decision is a judgment. Judgments are the formation of an opinion. Choices should not be based on judgments. You can see this insight or else I would be asking you to make this choice. Once an insight is gained that insight is yours forever. I will help you get that insight but I will not give it to you. Again I ask, Chocolate or Vanilla?”

“Is there an answer here? Is this a rhetorical question?”

“No and yes. This is not rhetorical and there is an answer. Again I ask, Chocolate or Vanilla?”

“I choose Vanilla because I choose Vanilla.”

“Correct.”

“How so?

“When a person is born, does he choose his mother? No. You choose your mother because you choose your mother. Embrace your choice and move on. Do not spent your time wondering and/or thinking about your choice for it was not a decision. The decision is made after the fact. Spend your life moving forward not backward. Embrace the choice and ignore the decision.”

“I see.”

“I knew you would.”

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Washing Away The Old: The First Structures

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Driving between the Meadowbrook and Wantagh Parkways on Hempstead Turnpike this past weekend, I was amazed at the turnover in commercial real estate between those two roads. One stretch in particular, from the Wantagh Parkway to Bette Road on the north side of the street, stuck out.

Everything single building along this stretch was different – not just in tenant but also in form and function and therefore many of my childhood memories are no longer tethered in some way to physical structures. I used to pass the United Artists theatre and think of all the movies I saw there. Now the theater is no longer there and my first thought is tinged with sadness for though my memories in and of that theatre are primarily happy ones, no one else now will be able to have experiences like mine in that exact place again. It’s gone and soon it will be forgotten altogether too.
In order to prevent that, I would like to offer my oral history of the north side of Hempstead Turnpike, starting from the Wantagh and going to Bette Road from then, circa 1982, to now.

The First Structures:

THEN: Miniature golf course, roller-skating rink/Rockbottom & Staples and Nameless restaurant. Right near my friend Eric’s house there was a large open lot where we could ride our bikes and hang out, it had mounds of dirt to climb and room to move about. This lot was directly in back of a mini-golf course, which I never remember being open. Next to the lot was a roller-skating rink which I have faded memories of being in, I believe for a birthday party or parties. Those memories could be faked though, having been generated from photos or home movies. I mostly remember this building as being closed down; years of nothing being there followed by Rockbottom opening up in its place. I did a lot of shopping in this store, especially school and camp supplies. Also, I bought Tic-Tacs religiously at this store from 1987 – 1989. Staples was another store that I shopped in, primarily school supplies. I did buy the black three ring binders that my baseball and comic cards reside in there. The restaurant I never went into.

NOW: The golf course and open lot were removed, paved over and a Pep Boys shop now sits on that land. I have never shopped there. First Rockbottom closed years ago and some no-name store sits there. Staples closed later on and nothing is in its former space. The restaurant is now a club called “Insomnia” which is advertised on the radio though I have never been there. As a rule, I avoid Long Island clubs.

THEN: United Artists Movie theater. This was a great theatre, not great like today’s stadium seating jobs but great because of its proximity to my house. I first learned of the Rocky Horror Picture Show seeing Saturday Midnight showings advertised on its marquee when I was a child and while I never got to see this film there, when I finally saw it, in Binghamton when I was a freshman, I did think of my hometown’s movie theater. In 1989, Eric, Greg Strelihofski and I were the first, second and third people on line to see Batman. We arrived 1.5 hours before the show in order to solidify this position. The line wound up wrapping around the entire building and back again, an incredible site at that time, just mind-boggling. I was wearing the same Batman tee-shirt online as I wore on the bus on my way up to sleep away camp for the first time and used it to make a friend on the bus. This was my first experience in queuing up for an event well in advance of when it was going to start and this important skill has helped me attend many concerts throughout my life. One of my funniest moments I experienced in this theatre came when George and I were seeing “Shining Through.” He kept opening and closing his Zippo, which led to an adult turning around in his seat and yelling at and threatening him to stop. That was the first time I’ve ever really seen an adult scream at a kid, in a movie no less. Then it was slightly scary, now it’s downright funny. I saw the “Princess Bride” with my grandfather there. I remember walking by “Die Hard” in theater one and hearing my parents say, “Joyce really liked that movie” (note: I never saw this movie in the theatres but somehow remember this comment about how my cousin like it). I saw “The Babe” (the bad baseball player movie – not the good pig starring movie) with my cousin Josh. I’m pretty sure I saw “Flipper” with my sister there. One time 6 of us, Eric, George and I’m not sure who else went to see “Lethal Weapon 3.” We bought tickets using his mother’s credit card in order to avoid being asked for ID and got them from the machine without incident. However, the usher wouldn’t let us in without her. So, Eric walked home because he lived maybe a quarter of a mile away and had his Mom drive to the theatre to accompany us in. When we were finally inside we had to sit all the way upfront, an experience that almost made me sick. After about two minutes I got up and almost walked out before spotting an empty seat. That was the last time I even attempted to sit in the first few rows of a movie theatre. To me, it just invokes nausea and I’d rather not pay for that experience in a movie. A theme park, well, that is a different story. I’m sure that Ill remember more so expect to see comments about each movie I saw, with who, when, and what I thought because I probably saw 25 other movies there as well, which isn’t an astronomical number yet still it’s pretty high when you consider actually how many movies one sees each year.

NOW: Commerce Bank. This chain is expanding at a virus-like pace. I have yet to use one of their ATMs or to open an account with them. However, I have heard good things and open a joint checking account for Jessie and I there but that is to be determined.

THEN: Mid-Island Department Store. This was a clothing store where I bought most of my jeans, tee-shirts and shorts. I remember learning the difference between acid and stone washed jeans. “You mean they really wash those jeans in a machine full of rocks?” Lots of Ocean Pacific, Bugle Boy, Lee and Levis products were bought there. When I wanted a new outfit to wear to the glut of Sweet 16 parties that were coming up, I went to Mid-Island and bought a go-to outfit, black Dockers and a green button down shirt. George worked there as a salesclerk when we were in high school and picturing him, clean shaven with short hair wearing a shirt and tie selling clothes gives one quite an amusing image. The store layout is vivid in my mind; it wasn’t a large store. They had a backdoor that opened directly into the Men’s Department from the parking lot. This lot was probably a 100-yard walk from Eric’s front door though I’m not sure if he ever shopped there.

NOW: DJM Shoe Outlet, or something like that. Mid-Island closed down years ago and the space was taken up by a Burlington Coat Factory store. While that store has a good brand and some are really good, this particular branch didn’t really work and I never really shopped there. I guess this feeling resonated with others as well for the store closed within a few years and stood vacant for a long time. Now, for I don’t know how long, sits a shoe outlet in its place. I guess if I’m ever desperate for shoes while at my parent’s house I know where to go.

THEN: Steve’s House of Deals. There is always an exception to the rule and this is it: the lone holdout, the last store standing, an original. This is a car stereo and electronics store, housing a small concrete shack almost abutting Hempstead Turnpike. Unlike every other store mentioned so far, it sits on the lip of the turnpike, maybe 10 feet from the sidewalk that runs along side it. I was in there once with Patricia, George’s sister, when she was getting a car stereo installed in her car (she received it as a birthday present). Seemed okay. I have no idea why this is the one that made it though I would think it would have something to do with size. It wasn’t that huge of a store so I can’t imagine the rent being too high. I guess if I really wanted to, I could go in one day and just ask a head manager. All of these others stores are gone. Why are you still here? How are you still here?

NOW: See above

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Star Wars Kid Info

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By now, if you haven’t been to Waxy.org and seen the various videos of a geeky student pretending to be a jedi, you are seriously out of the loop and missing out on some serious laughs. Click here to get all the info you could ever need about the Star Wars kid, a.k.a. Ghyslain.

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Excerpts

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Some complain that e-mail is impersonal–that your contact with me, during the e-mail phase of our relationship, was mediated by wires and screens and cables. Some would say that’s not as good as conversing face-to-face. And yet our seeing of things is always mediated by corneas, retinas, optic nerves, and some neural machinery that takes the information from the optic nerve and propagates it into our minds. So, is looking at words on a screen so very much inferior? I think not; at least then you are conscious of the distortions. Whereas, when you see someone with your eyes, you forget about the distortions and imagine you are experiencing them purely and immediately.
— Neal Stephenson, an excerpt from Cryptonomicon

I am ashamed of my century
for being so entertaining
but I have to smile
— Frank O’Hara, an excerpt from “Naptha”

Violence stinks, no matter which end of it you’re on. But now and then there’s nothing left to do but hit the other person over the head with a frying pan. Sometimes people are just begging for that frypan, and if we weaken for a moment and honor their request, we should regard it as impulsive philanthropy, which we aren’t in any position to afford, but shouldn’t regret it too loudly lest we spoil the purity of the deed.
— Tom Robbins, an excerpt from one of his books, exact book unknown

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Thoughts on NY

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From the ruins, lonely & as inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building. And just as it had been a tradition of mine to climb to the plaza roof to take leave of the beautiful city, extending as far as the eyes could reach, so now I went to the roof of the last & most magnificent of towers. Then I understood. Everything was explained. I had discovered the crowning error of the city; it’s Pandora’s box. Full of vanity, pride, the New Yorker had climbed here and seen with dismay what he had never suspected. That the city was not the endless succession of canyons that he had supposed, but that it had limits, fading out into the country on all sides into an expanse of green and blue that alone was limitless. And with the awful realization that New York was a city after all and not a universe, the while shining edifice that he had reared in his imagination came crashing to the ground. That was the gift that Alfred Smith gave to the citizens of New York.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, excerpt from My Lost City