Monday, May 18, 2009

All This Is That Reheated: Square Dance At Kent Elementary



Valley Elementary held two or three square dances a year and they were the coolest thing in town, but the Lettuce Festival, Puyallup Fair (for which we got half a day off school), Kris Kringle Days, and Hydroplane Races were all right up there.

A semi-pro called the steps over a record player or Wollensak tape recorder. Kent was a natural for square dancing; the town was still full of Okies, Clodhoppers, Tarheels, Hayseeds, Rednecks, Yokels, and Hillbillies: my people.

One of the vocals sounded like Tommy Duncan singing. I haven't heard the tune in 40 years. Its lyrics are seared into my brain:

Now you all join hands as you circle the ring
Stop where you are, give your partner a swing.

Now swing that girl behind you.
Swing your own, if you have time to.

Allemande left with the sweet corner maid.
Do-si-do your own.

They we'll all promenade with the sweet corner maid
Singing Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh.


Girls wore floofy dresses and boys wore button down shirts with cords or jeans. The adults wore bolo ties and gingham dresses. A couple bales of hay and some other countrified accoutrements were scattered around the gym, along with "refreshments" of soda pop, doughnuts and maple bars.

You got to dance with girls without the potential psychic trauma of actually asking one to dance. They arranged us in a group of partners that changed frequently. However, even those chaste touches and do si dos scrambled our brains with thoughts of girls! The fleeting moments allemanding left, whirling skirts, and whiffs of dime-store perfume all fueled our overheated pre- and mid-pubescent psyches.

I remember square dancing in 3rd and 4th grades, but not so much the 5th and 6th. I do remember seeing The Beatles that year on The Ed Sullivan Show show. I don't know if The Beatles killed square dancing, but after their arrival, square dancing was never quite the same.
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All This Is That Reheated: How I became Jack

How I became Jack Brummet

I was working for a magazine in Seattle called Construction Data. On my first day on the job, my boss, McGoo, walked up to me and said "I have your new business cards."

He handed me a box of the cards.

“Jack Brummet. Circulation marketing and feature article writer? Jack?," I asked.

“I like that, yeah. Jack. Face it. . .John is a pussy name. Jack’s the name of a man's man. These are constuction guys named Bill and Biff and Sven. Do you want to sell magazines, or be be some marketing fop named John?”

I became Jack. And I still am.
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Sunday, May 17, 2009

All This Is That reheated:

Due to the exigencies of work (I'm slammed!), for the next few days, we'll be posting some of the best of All This Is That. Unless Pablo Fanque actually comes through with some new material to fill the breech. I suspect he will.

From All This Is That, December 4th, 2004:


Poem: The Absence of Footprints

1.
We're not trilliums or daffodils
That spring back up
After a nap in the dirt.

2.
You told me you wanted
To make the crossing
Over to Cold Island
And I could never believe you.

It wasn't the karmic stain
That bothered me,
But the unfathomable fact
You didn't want to be here;
That all this wasn't enough.

All this is that.
And it wasn't enough.

3.
You stare into the ditch
You spent years unloading.

You are afraid to climb in
And stop,

To take something
That isn't working,
and make it not work forever.

4.
It's
so
quiet
you
hear
dust
motes
six
feet
up
bump
in
shafts
of
sunlight.
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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Video: I'm going home by Alvin Lee/Ten Years After @ Woodstock '69

I always liked Alvin Lee's over the top, showboat performance at Woodstock, although I have never actually purchased an album by him/them.



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Friday, May 15, 2009

I know it was you Fredo.

From The Godfather 2, in Havana. "I know it was you Fredo. You broke my heart. You broke my heart."


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What's up with Jeri Kehn Thompson?


click to enlarge Jeri and the cop


Interestingly, over 100 people came to All This Is That yesterday specifically looking for photos of Fred Thompson's wife, Jeri Kehn. I can't figure out why. At first I thought she might have died. She doesn't seem to be in the news. Neither has Fred Thompson, as far as I can tell. There're always a couple of people looking, but 100? That seems crazy--and I can't figure out what triggered all the Jeri Kehn searches.

Usually when tons of people come looking for something specific, it is because there was a link on a web site, or that person or thing hit the news. There are about 20 people and things where All This Is That is at or near the top of Google searches (things like the Enumclaw horse case; the Walribi tribe handshake; The cuckoo sign and the shocker; craig's list sex scandal; Alien lore; The Johnson Treatment, etc). Those things get hits all the time. . .but this Jeri Kehn one is baffling. Maybe she was in the news and I am missing it. It looks like we are one of the first Google hits in images, but still something has to drive people to look in the first place. I don't know. This is kind of strange...

In case you're one of those people looking, here are the links to the many Jeri Kehn pictures published here:

Where is Jeri Kehn Thompson? A dearth of photos plagues the internet. . .
Jeri Kehn Thompson On The Road/All This Is That's Comprehensive Jeri Kehn Coverage Continues With New Photos Even Jeri Kehn can't resuscitate her husband's wheezing, tubercular campaign (but it's fun to watch while she tries) This week's photographic update on Jeri Kehn Thompson
Photomontage: Jeri Kehn pressing the flesh (includes one photo of her husband) and links to Jeri Kehn photo motherlode
Latest Jeri Kehn sightings and photographs
Two more Jeri Kehn Thompson Photos
Latest Jeri Kehn sightings and photographs
Jeri Kehn Thompson photo update No. 12--eleven new Jeri Kehn photographs
Two more Jeri Kehn Thompson Photos
A Jeri Kehn Thompson cameo appearance in a Fred Thompson campaign video, four new Jeri Kehn photographs, and a Mrs. Fred Thompson photo roundup
Three additional photos of Mrs. Fred Thompson a/k/a Jeri Kehn
Meet the Thompson Twins: Fred Thompson's wife, Jeri Kehn (with photos)
One More Jeri Kehn Thompson photo
Jeri Kehn Photos, Part 3: Three more photos of Mrs. Fred Thompson
More Jeri Kehn photos--> A follow-up to "Meet the Thompson Twins: Fred Thompson's wife, Jeri Kehn (with photos)
Not Jeri Kehn: people who are not Mrs. Fred Thompson, yet who often turn up in search engine searches on "Jeri Kehn"
Three new Jeri Kehn photos; links to Jeri photos; and Fred Thompson describes the beauty of having a hot first lady;
New photographs of Jeri Kehn Thompson on the campaign trail (and a couple of her husband Fred too)
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Poem: [It comes and goes like a hit and run driver]



1
It comes and goes
Like a hit and run driver.

An errant bullet's ricochet,
A pickpocket works the crowd,

Your worst enemy gets the drop on you,
The rogue bacteria waits on a doorknob,

Or maybe the crosswalk you don't walk into
As a driver speeds through the light

While you stop to tie your shoe.
Luck and circumstance conspire to save you.

2
Every glorious second you spend here,
You engage in a game of dodge ball,

And bob and weave through a multitude
Of objective hazards, walls, and shoals

Over which you have no control―
Only a fraction of which you ever feel.

3
If we knew of every near-miss,
It could be tough to keep shuffling on,

And somehow, we learn just enough
To mostly keep us on our toes.
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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Music video: Booker (bukka) White performs Aberdeen Mississippi Blues

Bukka White (11/12/1909 – 2/26/1977) was a delta blues guitarist and singer--one of the many greats from that fertile region. "Bukka" was a misspelling of White's name Booker, by his record label. When Bob Dylan, John Fahey, and others recorded some of his songs in the mid-60's, he became part of the blues/folk revival. Bukka became friends with Furry Lewis later and they recorded an album in Furry's house (Furry Lewis, Bukka White & Friends: Party! At Home). This is an incredible video of Bukka performing solo, playjng slide guitar and "hammering on."

Thanks to Jeff Clinton for pointing this one out. Wow.


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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Word studies, Part 6 - Gaslight/Gaslighting



The term gaslighting comes from a 1938 play Gas Light, where a wife frets over the inexplicable dimming of her house's gas lights. Her worries are dismissed by her husband as an overactive imagination. In reality, the husband is dimming the lights. He begns to manipulate other elements of his wife's life, and insists that she is misremembering. Gaslighting is often almost torture--lies are presented to a victim, and eventually, they begin to doubt their own memory, and eventually, their sanity itself. It's a classic plot device in literature and movies--when you change and shuffle things in a person's environment without their knowledge. When they mention the changes, you tell them they "must be imagining things."

In psychology, gaslighting is sometimes referred to as The Martha Mitchell Effect, after John Mitchell's--Dick Nixon's Attorney General--infamous wife. The Martha Mitchell Effect is what happens when a sbrink or other mental health worker mistakes the patient's perception of real events as delusional and treats the patient accordingly. A psychologist, Brendan Maher, named the effect after Martha Beall Mitchell. When she alleged that White House officials were engaged in illegal activities, her claims were attributed to mental illness and alcohol abuse. Münchausen syndrome by proxy is another disorder with many similarities to gaslighting.

One psychological definition of gaslighting is--according to Wikipedia at least-- "an increasing frequency of systematically withholding factual information from, and/or providing false information to, the victim - having the gradual effect of making them anxious, confused, and less able to trust their own memory and perception."

The psychotherapist Joseph Berke once wrote that "even paranoids have enemies." It is especially easy to misdiagnose a person with a history of paranoid delusions (we could call this something like the Chicken Little Factor).



In the 2001 movie Amélie, Amélie decides to gaslight her local grocer as payback for the way he treats his dim-bulb assistant, Lucien. Amelie switches his lightbulbs with lower wattage bulbs and replaces his slippers with smaller ones, among other pranks.

On their album Two Against Nature, Steely Dan have a song "Gaslighting Abbie" about a husband and his mistress planning to drive his wife insane.

In the 2007 movie The Darjeeling Limited, Adrien Brody's character asks Jason Schwartzman's character "Could she be gaslighting you?" when he discovers his ex-girlfriend had placed her perfume into his luggage.

The play The Mystery of Irma Vep has a scene where Lady Enid tells her husband about the strange things that have been happening in the house. The lights begin dimming. When she mentions it, her husband assures her that the lights are not dimming.



In Roald Dahl's book "The Twits," Mr. Twit tried to make Mrs Twit think she'd contracted a deadly disease.

In some sense, we were probably all gaslighted by Dick Cheney and George Bush, with the mysterious vanishing Weapons of Mass Destruction.
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Excerpted from The Gaslight Effect: How to Spot and Survive the Hidden Manipulation Others Use to Control Your Life By Robin Stern, Ph.D.

"Turn Up Your Gaslight Radar. Check for These Twenty Telltale Signs
Gaslighting may not involve all of these experiences or feelings, but if you recognize yourself in any of them, give it extra attention."


1. You are constantly second-guessing yourself.
2. You ask yourself, "Am I too sensitive?" a dozen times a day.
3. You often feel confused and even crazy at work.
4. You're always apologizing to your mother, father, boyfriend, boss.
5. You wonder frequently if you are a "good enough" girlfriend/wife/employee/friend/daughter.
6. You can't understand why, with so many apparently good things in your life, you aren't happier.
7. You buy clothes for yourself, furnishings for your apartment, or other personal purchases with your partner in mind, thinking about what he would like instead of what would make you feel great.
8. You frequently make excuses for your partner's behavior to friends and family.
9. You find yourself withholding information from friends and family so you don't have to explain or make excuses.
10. You know something is terribly wrong, but you can never quite express what it is, even to yourself.
11. You start lying to avoid the put-downs and reality twists.
12. You have trouble making simple decisions.
13. You think twice before bringing up certain seemingly innocent topics of conversation.
14. Before your partner comes home, you run through a checklist in your head to anticipate anything you might have done wrong that day.
15. You have the sense that you used to be a very different person - more confident, more fun-loving, more relaxed.
16. You start speaking to your husband through his secretary so you don't have to tell him things you're afraid might upset him.
17. You feel as though you can't do anything right.
18. Your kids begin trying to protect you from your partner.
19. You find yourself furious with people you've always gotten along with before.
20. You feel hopeless and joyless."

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Fireworks & Firewater: an All-American Combo


—click to enlarge: photographer unknown—

This business in Evanston, Wyoming, is officially named Porter's Fireworks and Firewater. A whole raft of articles from the Bill of Rights collide right here. On the other hand, it's quite a testimony to one-stop shopping.
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Counterpoint: Pablo Fanque: when do we get your retraction on Arlen Specter?



By Jack Brummet
All This Is That Folklore and Poetry Editor

It was less than two weeks ago that you, Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Editor, befouled All This Is That with a euphoric encomium (Celebrate! Sen. Arlen Specter extricates himself from The Hive--> The GOP begins to succumb to The Sickness) on Arlen Specter, illustrated with The Spec' wearing a halo.

It's been a week since I questioned your sanity on that one (Rebuttal: Pablo Fanque, are you out of your f***ing mind? Arlen Specter: Hero?). And yet, we have seen nothing on these pages even faintly resembling a retraction or apology. Are you waiting for the heat to die down? Or, are you not man enough to stand up and defend your boy now that he has stepped in the proverbial pile? Or have you switched parties yourself?
Since your anointment of the turncoat Senator as The Second Coming, Arlen Specter has:
  • Said on Meet The Press that he never told President Obama that he would be loyal.
  • Voted against BHO's budget only a day after he announced his party switch.
  • Voted against a Democratic bill designed help homeowners in bankruptcy court
  • Told the New York Times has was pulling for Norm Coleman to win in court against Al Franken.
  • Announced his national health plan, based on diet and exercise.
  • Seen the democrats strip away his seniority in retaliation for his disloyalty.
  • Claimed the The President "would seek my advice, especially when I disagree with him.”
  • Virtually admitted he switched parties only to save his own skin. He makes Crazy Joe Lieberman look like a Yellow Dog Democrat.

As Gail Collins said in the New York Times "Specter’s theory is that his propensity to do whatever he wants should not only be tolerated, but constantly rewarded. That’s not character. It’s self-indulgence. "

In the end, Democrats foolishly gave Arlen Specter a face-saving subcommittee; he got off with just a slap on the wrist. And a halo, from you, Pablo Fanque. How do you like your angel these days, Pabs?
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How Do You Sleep At Night (with lyrics): John Lennon's volley against Paul in their song war






How Do You Sleep At Night
By John Lennon

So Sgt. Pepper took you by suprise,
You better thru that mother's eyes,
Those freaks was right when they said you was dead,
The one mistake you made was in your head,
How do you sleep?
Ah how do you sleep at night?
You live with straights who tell you you was king,
Jump when your mamma tell you any thing,
The only thing you did was yesterday,
And since your gone you're just another day,
How do you sleep?
Ah how do you sleep at night?
A pretty face may last a year or two,
But pretty soon they'll see what you can do,
The sound you make is muzak to my ears,
You must have learnt something all thos years,
How do you Sleep?
Ah how do you sleep at night?
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