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0612-0946 · Didn’t walk on the path today. I cut the front and back yard. For some reason, the feet never seem to mind this chore, and are never dizzy. My arms, back, and sweat glands disagree. · The white trash lawn is a beautiful thing. No chemicals are put on it. No team of Mexicans comes by the cut the grass, and blow away the leaves. There is little actual grass here, except on the north side of the lot. There the neighbor’s sod cheerfully grows past the boundary. I just cut whatever weeds grow here, and it looks all right. The weeds stay green in cold weather, unlike the designer lawns.
0613-0943 · I just got a fb message. “it’s hotter than Satan’s asshole at the moment” I replied “quit talking about President Trump” · I finished the walk. The feet acted up a bit, and the heat was getting to me. I drank two bottles of water in a half hour, which my primary doctor would hate … she is concerned about my sodium level. · The podcast today was Mr 10 Percent: The Suburban Dad Who Fleeced Global Soccer. The show is about a man named Chuck Blazer, who conned his way into power with FIFA, the notoriously corrupt organization that runs the world cup. I am sure Coca Cola has a profitable relationship with FIFA to get the WC in Atlanta.
ChuckBlazer.com is a blog that Mr. 10% published for a while. Blogspot still displays it. “Chuck Blazer takes fans with him on his many travels in the service of soccer at chuckblazer.blogspot.com.” A few posts down is Phil Woosnam’s Desk. Phil Woosnam, served as NASL Commissioner in the early, unprofitable days of North American Soccer. He was also the coach of the Atlanta Chiefs, the local NASL team. Somehow, Chuck Blazer got the desk, and ran his soccer kingdom from it.
0614-1112 · Today is flag day. As long as I remember not to say fag day I should be all right. The walk itself went well. Forty minutes, with zero dizziness. · “Luther’s tune buds”, the primary portal, did not work, and I had to use 215tws, the backup. I plugged LTB in, and they worked fine when I got back in. I will clean the contacts, and see if that helps. · It was another trial by error day with the podcasts. The first was “Fetal Attraction: The Reality Star And The Woman He Wished He’d Never Met”, from Chameleon. This was about a tv show. Hetero bachelors and bachelorettes were getting married. The show quickly became annoying.
The second was Alanis Morissette on Talk Easy, with Sam Frogoso. I was never a big AM fan, but thought she might have stories to tell. She quickly got on my nerves. The fact that the onetime little girl superstar is now undergoing perimenopause made me feel very, very old. On the business of underage talent dealing with the entertainment business legendary legal loopholes, AM said “they’re they’re literally climbing up your mom’s vagina to get the embryo to sign the contract”. When I heard that, I could not hit pause quickly enough.
The third show was “Constellation” a story from The New Yorker. I downloaded it this morning. It turns out to be the same one I did not like a few days ago. · I listened to music for a little while next, before turning on Something Rotten at Stanford, a banger from Death, Sex & Money. This man, who is still a student at Stanford, found some dirt on the school’s president. I only listened to 18 minutes, but will finish. He used the phrase “wantrepenuers” to describe people who want to make lots of money, but don’t really have any ideas about how to do it.
SRAR used the word wantrepreneur, and I got curious. First, I looked in the transcript to get the proper spelling. Google directed me to a podcast. “In this special Collab Week episode of Wantrepreneur to Entrepreneur, eight founders answer one deeply personal question: What would you say in a voicemail to your younger self?”
0615-1020 · In truckdriver code, 1020 is a question the dispatcher asks the driver. It means “where are you.” · The walk today started off good, and ended rough. The dizziness started on lap 2, and seemed normal. By lap 6, I was wondering if I was going to fall down. The feet weren’t that bad, but the thighs felt like they were made of wood. The act of walking got tougher and tougher, to the point of wondering if I could make it up the driveway · The podcast was episode six, the finale, of the Deep Cover series about the boonie hat bandit. Keith gets out of prison, eight years after marrying his girlfriend. The daughters have their lives, after there mother essentially killed herself with chronic heroin addiction. Actually, this is ultimately a depressing story, that I am glad to finish. Keith is a glib conman. He says the toughest part is forgiving himself, which is one of those new age cliches that has a hollow sound here. It is not my problem to solve.
0616-1243 1312 · I was at the end of my victory lap when @kittypurrzog said something I had to include. Talking about straight women who don’t want to seem homophobic, she said they were “so open-minded their pussy falls out” · The walk went well, at least compared to yesterday. There was persistent low level dizziness, but it never moved past the nuisance level. I did 47:05, 11 minutes past the 36:00 buzzer. Luther’s Tune Buds were not working at first, but after multiple rechargings did ok. It may be time to replace them, maybe with noise cancelling that really works.
There were two podcasts today. 99 Percent Invisible had a show about Ivermectin. (Technically, it was a guest episode from Drug Story.) The show was firmly in the IVM-does-not-work-for- COVID camp. I would be interested to know who funded this episode. The second show was Blocked and Reported. This show used to be a Monday Morning Must, but is not as cool as it once was. Katie, the last lesbian, had a guest, Phoebe Maltz Bovy, aka The last straight woman. This led to the quote above.
0617-1038 1056 · The walk was uneventful, with nuisance level dizziness. The podcast was Deep Cover, a wednesday morning favorite. This week they are in Atlanta, instead of the gulf coast. I am always sensitive to nuance when people talk about us. Jed pronounced the second a of Atlanta, and said Buckhead was terribly white, but other than that did ok. The story was The Murder of Lita McClinton, Part 1: The Marriage. Lita was a black lady, from a prominent Atlanta family, who married Irish trash from Boston. Jim Sullivan inherited a liquor distributor company in Macon, and made a fortune. The couple was happy together until they were not. In the middle of divorce proceedings, the wife became unalived. There will be more to the story next wednesday. The remaining time was spent listening to Provoked, with Scott and Darryl. The show was recorded last week, when there were rumors of negotiations with Iran. Today, the MOU is allegedly ready to be signed.
0618-1036 · It was another 42 minutes on the path, with very mild dizziness. There is the cliche of insanity, that it is trying the same thing over and over, hoping for different results. That is what the morning walk is. · The podcast was Disgraceland. This is a show I have listened to for years, and it has ups and downs. Today’s show was one of the ups, even if the content was a downer. George Jones: Voices, Vices, and a Comeback for the Ages is about George Glenn Jones. I grew up looking down on country music, and have had different attitudes about it over the years. I cannot begin to understand the cult of GGJ. I even listened to season two of Cocaine and Rhinestones, which will tell you more than you need to know about GGJ and Tammy Wynette.
At one of his low points, GGJ decided that his best friend, Earl “Peanutt” Montgomery, needed to die. Peanutt (the tt is correct) had been born again. GGJ thought of all the times he had prayed, and it did him no good. This reminded me of my struggles with Jesus, and how prayer can make things worse. Anyway, GGJ took a shot at Peanutt, and missed. Peanutt is still alive, unlike GGJ. … Pictures are from The Library of Congress. Marjory Collins took the social media picture in August 1942. “New York, New York. O’Reilly’s bar on Third Avenue in the “Fifties” ©Luther Mckinnon 2026 · selah