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PG was resisting the urge to say something profound about Mike Vick. There is something about Philadelphia that seems like a good fit for number 7. There should be dogfights in New Jersey.
In the midst of vicktalk, PG looks at this email. There is a comment.
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Wow, spam for Jesus. Dogfights in New Jersey seem ethical suddenly. The rest of the internet is kinda sketchy, except for Margaret and Helen. They always make sense. Well, almost always. A few weeks ago, they wouldn’t quit talking about how sexy Walter Cronkite was. PG doesn’t get the Cronkite cult. In his family, they always watched Chet Huntley and David Brinkley. If some old lady blogger starts to get the hots for Chet Huntley, PG is giving up the internet.
Margaret is it just me or did combing your hair become optional when going out in public? I’ve been watching news clips of these town hall free-for-alls and we have definitely become a nation of tired, poor, and huddled masses clearly tempest-tossed, but without access to a good beauty salon. Universal Hygiene – now that is something I could get behind.
And what’s all this crap about killing your grandmother? Are you people honestly that stupid? This has become less an argument about healthcare reform and more a statement about our failed education system. Margaret, I don’t know what plans you’ve made up there with Howard, but down here with Harold, we have living wills to determine how we will leave this world when the time comes.
Mine states that unless the feeding tube is large enough for a piece of pie, I don’t want to be hooked up to it. Harold, of course, says his can only be connected to him if the other end is connected to a bottle of single malt scotch.

Diva Thursday comes rolling into Dodge like a …wait a minute, this is not happening yet. Like Truman Capote dishing Jack Keruac, or Norman Mailer corrupting Gore Vidal, the sun is gonna shine on my backdoor someday. Maybe the next paragraph will work better.
This is Diva Thursday, the fourth installment. Funny how no one worries about Thursday the 13th. Next week will be the last of the cd, and then this train goes off the tracks.
The opening act for the shower of stars is Annie Lennox. She uses her real name, with no middle name, for a stage name. Annie was born on Christmas Day 1954 in Aberdeen, Scotland. Wikipedia notes no major scandals or addictions, which is true of all our divas today.
Annie achieved major popularity with the Eurythmics. Her partner was a former boyfriend, Dave Stewart. This was back when MTV played videos, and Annie made some good ones. Like most MTV era videos, there is no embedding. Miss Lennox has gone on to make several solo albums, and is an activist and fighter for good causes.
Sarah Lois Vaughan was born March 27, 1924 in Newark N.J. She is the today’s only diva to pass, having left us April 3, 1990. She won a talent contest at Harlem’s Apollo theater, and became a star. Miss Vaughn was married three times, and had the bad habit of allowing her husbands to manage her.
Emmy Lou Harris was born April 2, 1947 in Birmingham, Alabama. She uses her “real” name for performing, and has avoided scandals and addictions (or had the grace to not get caught). Emmy Lou was a vocalist in a band with Gram Parsons, and was torn up when he died. ( PG does not know if there was a romance, or just a musical partnership.)
Emmy Lou has had a long and happy career. She refuses to dye her hair, and is a hero for many of us with gray hair. There is a video of her (with dark hair) that does not allow embedding.

PG is reading “Living with the dead”, about a band formerly known as the Warlocks. The ghost writer is a man named David Dalton, who channels the lysergic nuttiness of the Haight. Ghost writer, get it , huh huh.
The man behind the curtain might tell you that the GD name was about the death of the ego…a psychedelic thing. Once the band became popular, the skeletons came out of the closet, and suddenly every day was the day of the dead. Jerry never cared for the skull paraphernalia, but got over it.
The person the ghost writer channeled was Rock Sculley. He was doing something in San Francisco in 1965, when Owsley Stanley invited him to the Trips Festival. Soon, the walls of the auditorium were breathing, and the band was playing. This was their first gig as the Grateful Dead, and Bill Graham ( a cross between mother teresa and al capone) was horrified by the new name. The posters had the phrase “formerly known as the warlocks”.
The next night, Mr. Scully went to an acid test in Palo Alto, where Neal Cassidy was juggling hammers and talking endless amphetimated nonsense. If he had just stayed off those railroads tracks he could have been the first white rapper, and eminem would be the personal assistant to Sacha Baron Cohen.
Owsley thought Rock Scully would be a good manager for the band. Maybe because his name sounded like skull.
And so it goes. Did Kurt Vonnegut ever see the Grateful Dead? They would have been a good match, especially with all the cigarettes mr v smoked. He could have been dosed, and time tripped back into that meat locker in Dresden.
Did you know there is a Dresden Drive that connects Brookhaven to Doraville? Dresden Drive is a popular road for police cars, and PG learned a long time ago to watch the rearview carefully there. At this junction point in history, Dekalb County drove gold Plymouth Satellites. PG drove a gold Plymouth Satellite in the eighties, after the girl in Planet Claire made everyone forget the Dekalb gestapo.
Back to the book, which is a lot of fun to read. The ghost writer and Kurt Vonnegut have a similar effect on PG…when he reads a book by mr v, he starts to think like the book reads. LWTD is having the same impact, which can be intimidating to the readers of this blog who dare to go this far. The sixties were like that in California, or so PG heard…in 1967 he was in the eighth grade, and was a long way away. Neal Cassidy said he got more out breakfast than he got out of the eighth grade.
LWTD is chock full of trivia. Did you know that St. Stephen was written about Stephen Gaskin? Or that Grace Slick would never sunbathe nude on David Crosby’s boat, because David’s girlfriends were all so pretty. Grace just couldn’t compete. Oops, that last bit was from David Crosby’s book, which was another perversion excursion. Does anyone else find the concept of Mr. Walrus being the turkey baster supplier for Julie Cypher…just a touch bizarre?
PG is on page 213 of LWTD at this point. This is a mathematical wonder, using all prime numbers and a superstition into a sum of six. The story of the dead is at a turning point, but then almost any inning of this ballgame was a turning point. It is early 1972. Pigpen has been replaced, but doesn’t know it yet.
The dead just played the armistice day show at the Atlanta Municipal Auditorium, which is fondly remembered by many who were not there. In a bit of irony, this is one of the last shows with the old sound system. There is a quote from a someone who saw them in NY a few weeks later, and said it was the worst he had  heard the band sound.
This is also turning point in america, with the rise of george mcgovern leading to a landslide for tricky dick. The sixties were slowing coming to a multi colored end. They were too painful to live and too profitable to die.
The dead rode the wave for the next thirty seven years, even after uberdeadhead Jerry became the real thing on hiroshima day in 1995. The book has about 144 pages to go ( that’s gross), but PG suspects that it won’t be as much fun as the first 213.
The pictures for this post are from a farm in Tennessee. As PG edits the pics, he listens to a tape of the auditorium show, and the band plays “Tennessee Jed”. Once, PG was playing a tape of “Tennessee Jed”, and a neighbor asked him “ Do you like that?” “Yes” “then you are a hick”.

There is an article posted at The Economist about Sex Offender Registries. (HT to Andrew Sullivan) The feature has a dateline of Harlem, Georgia. The Columbia county town was the home of Oliver Hardy. It is also the home of Wendy Faye Whitaker.
Mrs. Whitaker is 5’3″ and weighs 350 pounds. When she was 17, they turned out the classroom lights to watch a video. A 15yo student said he would like a blow job. Mrs. Whitaker got caught, and now is on the Sex Offender Registry. She had to move from her house, and her husband lost his job as a dog catcher.
The article in the Economist had some delightful statistics. Over 647k americans are registered sex offenders. 17k are in Georgia. In 1994, congress required all states to have such a registry, or lose some federal funds. 13 states require registration for urinating in public.
Politicians love to be seen as tough on crime. RSO are a popular target, and the legislators compete to enact tougher laws. A few years ago, RSO were not allowed to live within 1000 feet of a school bus stop. That was thrown out by the court.
The concept of the sex offender registry is sound. There are, however, questions about the effectiveness and expense. The effect on offenders, many of whom have finished jail time and probation, is considerable.
After reading the article, PG decided to take a look at the Georgia Registry. Before you go, make sure you have plenty of time to spend. The GSOR has a strong search engine, and will give you all the RSO in your zip code. It will also show all offenders by county or by last name.
In PG’s zipcode is a hotel with 19 RSO. Evidently, the hotel is far enough from schools and churches to allow RSO to live there. It is across the street from a major IRS office.
A breakdown for this zipcode ( which is not typical of the overall state) shows 21 white, 16 black, 2 hispanic and 1 asian. All were males…while the story of Wendy Whitaker got the attention of the Economist, the overwhelming majority of the RSO are males. On this page, 3 were incarcerated, 2 had absconded, and 1 was homeless.
In 1994, PG was living in a duplex, with terrible people downstairs. There was a major controversy about dogs kept by these tenants, who were verbally abusive to PG. One night, PG heard a knock at the door, saw no one at his apartment, and looked at the front of the house. There was a Dekalb county welcome wagon in the driveway. Very soon, the husband was being taken off in handcuffs.
When PG looked at the SOR, he found his former neighbor quickly. The conviction listed on the SOR was 1998, or four years after the incident PG knew about. The Georgia SOR requires all offenders after July 1, 1996, to register.

PG tried to attend the town hall meeting in Clarkston. It was not to be.
He left a bit late, and had gotten to the Montreal Road underpass by the 7pm starting time. There sure is a lot of traffic on North Indian Creek, surely all these people aren’t going to this meeting. The first parking lot PG tried was full, and the yellow light on the gas gauge was on. There was another lot behind the James Hallford Stadium, and PG parked there.
Walking by the stadium and towards the campus, PG was amazed by all the new buildings. He had been a student here in 1972, when it was called Dekalb college. Now, there was a parking deck, and a huge building with a glass brick front, and alphabet signs on all the buildings. This is not your grandpa’s Dekalb college.
Soon, people coming from the front were saying that the meeting hall was full. There was a video screen set up in the gym, and a line of about a thousand people for that. PG was only there for the spectacle, and there was plenty of that in the line. As was noted elsewhere, the crowd was heavily Caucasian, in a district that is majority black.
PG was handed a flyer from a man about a website, youcanstopobama. This site is a vehicle for a man running for Governor of Georgia. His last name starts with a beast of burden. This animal is generally more useful than this politician, who hopefully will be a trivia question after the primary.
His campaign had a nasty scandalette about the stopobama website. It seems like a 15yo blogger got offended at some of the practices at the campaign and the site, and spoke out. The campaign “bullied” him, and the 15 yo pulled down his site. PG mentioned this to the flyer pusher, who acted embarrassed. The flyer man said the only people in the hall were (some group sympathetic to Obama), who were told to be there at 4 pm and fill the hall up. The conversation was not labeled off the record.
PG walked down towards the gym, where the line seemed to be slowly moving in. He decided to work the rest of the crowd, and take some more pictures. A lady in an Uncle Sam hat stood out. It turns out that her name is Glenda Bernadette Allen. She is running for mayor of Atlanta. She is on “a continued mission every 1st Tuesday of each month to end the fraudulent foreclosures of thousands of homes in Fulton County”.

PG has been blogging for almost four years. There have been a total of 937, about a variety of topics. The one missing subject is tall awareness.
PG is 6’5″ tall. This is also 196 cm, or 5’17”. He has never played team basketball, and cannot remember the last time he watched a game. Ceiling fans do make him nervous, as do doorways in old buildings.
In 1938, Kae Sumner was a cell painter at Walt Disney Studios. One of her projects had been “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs”. Miss Sumner was 6’2″, and always banging her knees under the desk. Finally, she wrote an article for a Los Angeles newspaper about the perils of being tall, and mentioned that she would like to hear from other tall people. On May 1, 1938, the first meeting of the ” Longfellows Club” was held. This later became the California Tip Toppers, and was the start of Tall Clubs International.
In 1984, PG had heard about the Atlanta Sky Hi club from numerous people. One night in September, he attended a get together at a house in Stone Mountain. He was voted into membership at the November business meeting, and has paid his dues every year since then.
TCI has a convention every year (Atlanta hosted in 1989 and 2000). At this convention, there is a Miss Tall International pageant. When PG joined the Sky Hi Club, Miss TCI® was Anna Rowan, from the Atlanta club.
“The club” did not change PG’s life, but it did make it more fun. It is now known as the Atlanta Tall Club, after years of jokes about the mile high club. ATC is in a slow period now, and there is talk of disbanding it. This has happened before, and somehow it kept going.
Getting back to tall awareness, there is not a whole lot of there there. Numerous celebrities are known for being height enhanced, and maybe a historic event or two was influenced. PG promises to do research on the subject, and have a suitable post about tall awareness before the end of the world.

Today is August 9. Next year, it will be 080910.
It is day 221 of 2009, with a gross of days left.
Sixty four years ago, Nagasaki got nuked.
Fifty four years ago, Peter Schmuck was born in California.
Forty five years ago, Whitney Houston was born.
Forty years ago, the Manson Family visited 10050 Cielo Drive.
Thirty five years ago, Richard Nixon resigned.
Thirty two years ago, Elvis Presley had one week to go.
Fourteen years ago, Jerry Garcia died.

The United States has killed Baitullah Mehsud. He was the leader of the Tehreek-e-Taliban Pakistan. He is blamed for a lot of things, including the murder of Pakistan’s former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto. Mr. Mehsud held together the factions of the TTP.
Mr. Mehsud was at the home of his father in law. He had an iv in his arm, for what is reported as a kidney ailment. He was also known to be diabetic. His wife and others were killed in the raid.
The missile that murdered Mr. Mehsud was from an unmanned US aircraft. The Pakistan government is playing both ends against the middle here. On the one hand they denounce the US raids on their soil, but seem certain to be cooperating with America in these actions. The Pakistan government has issues with the Taliban. This is ironic, since the Taliban was the creation of Pakistani intelligence. This was when the Soviet Union was fighting in Afghanistan.
The raid has gotten little press in the United States. A conservative website was more concerned about a report that BHO (wisely) does not want to use the phrase “war on terrorism”.
PG has a few questions. How many raids have been launched in the search for Baitullah Mehsud?How many people have died in these raids? How many of those to die were women and children?
Are these raids legal, both either American law and International law? The United States has not declared war on Pakistan. For that matter, unless PG missed something, the USA has not declared war on anybody in the Iraq-Iran-‘Stan country region. This question does not cover the morality of killing women and children from unmanned aircraft, but rather asks if it is legal.
Is killing women and children with unmanned aircraft terrorism?
What are our goals in the ‘Stan country war? We have long ago punished Afghanistan for 911. We are stuck in Iraq. We are playing with nuclear fire in Pakistan. What do we hope to achieve from all this killing? How long will it take, and how much will it cost?

PG is returning “Lives of The Circus Animals” to the library today. LOTCA is written by Christopher Bram, and is set in New York theater world at the turn of the century, but before 911. To Georgia stuck PG, it reads a bit like science fiction.
This is the third Bram novel that PG has read, the other two being “Hold Tight” and “Gossip”. Some patterns are starting to emerge. Mr. Bram is good at drawing characters, and invoking the atmosphere of a time and place. The bad news is that the stories don’t make sense after a while. LOTCA is in this pattern.
The cast of players is a hoot. There is Caleb Doyle, a playwright, and his sister Jessica. Their mother plays a key role in the conclusion. Jessica is the personal assistant for Henry Lewse, a British stage actor slumming in a Broadway musical. He becomes buddies with Toby, a young actor fresh out of Wisconsin, and a relationship with Caleb. Toby is in an off off off Broadway show directed by Frank, who is in love with Jessica. And you think Atlanta is an incestuous small town.
The action comes to a head one Friday night. Mr. Lewse attends a performance of the ooob show. He then goes to Caleb’s birthday party, along with all the other players. Not all of these people are welcome. That is quickly forgotten when the drama comes to a explosive conclusion.
LOTCA is not great literature, but is better than anything PG has done. It will not change your life, or the oil in your car. It is fun to read, which is all PG cares about.