I was Thinking, or Not

Inequality and Pay: 'Rents' vs. Merit | Jared Bernstein : 'via Blog this' Now I do not usually take on blog post from the Huffington Post bloggers, but I am going to try and re-read this and figure out what the hell he is getting at with this. I have some pretty strong comments about the inequality, and the idea of merit.  I just thought I would ferret out his post, and see if we have anything in common.

I didn't know where to place this, so I am putting it up here, but I will link to this blog from the Doud Dairy Farm blog, as it seems it also applies to that work as well. Warning : This is a long post, and it will have more to come, so just be prepared to stick with it, or leave before it is done. The making of a table for Arleta to work on has taken on a life of its own, to some degree.  I started with the idea that a trestle table would be about the best, as it would have space under the table so she could sit in either a chair or her wheelchair and work on it.  I wanted to make it adjustable so she could work on it either sitting or standing, but it looks like it would be better to just build two different tables. Still have to figure out a chair pattern for her that will match the height of her wheelchair, and have a foot rest as she will be working at the table some amount of time, and her feet will not reach the ground if it is the same height as the wheelchair.

Okay, this should have been under a different blog, so sue me. This is about poetry, more specifically the reading of poetry.  I haven't been to a reading in a while, but recently (as recently as today) I have checked out some clips of local and national readings of poetry, and I think to myself, what the fuck happened man. When I was reading poetry there was some of this active performance art going on, in fact I was part of it.  You think I wore weird clothes and outlandish jewelry in everyday life, well maybe back then I did, but not now.  I look back on my days as a poet, or should I say performance artist, and think wow I must have been drunk, if I at all sounded like the poets I hear now. On looking at the crap I used to try to pass off as poetry to the people who all seemed to think it was awesome, I wonder were they all drunk as well. I have re-read most of the classics now, or am reading some of them now, and think how can anyone compare to this.  The reason they

Remember I said I was going to get back to this, well I am getting back to it. It has been almost 6 months now that I have used the Parker IM fountain pen, and Noodler's Black ink, and I thought I would just update my readers on my quest to find a good pen. First let me say when I got the pen I was pretty dam impressed with it.  It wrote well, when I first took it out of the package and put the ink cartage in it.  What I did not expect was how heavy it would be on the end when I posted the cap. The pen has a good heft to it, I like that, it feels good and feels real.  Unfortunately I was not prepared for that weight in my hand, and it sent the pen diving to the floor.  Of course it hit the floor nib first, and I have spent the rest of my time using the pen trying to get that original feel back again, to no avail.  I have come close a couple of times, but it is still not quite the same.  I am going to try to pull the nib and see if I can adjust it out of the pen. Still it i