Exploring the Limits of Poetic License .. up to the Letter of the Law (and Beyond) - Part 4/4

� This page is PART FOUR, continued from � Part Three. This entry was broken into FOUR pages in order to adhere to principles of web site optimization. Here you go...

The Hypnotic Flash of Marianne's  Red-Soled Black Stilettos

I can't close this entry without at least mentioning .. that, on the very same day (13th) as the Kelly-verdict .. Marianne Williamson announced that she's running for Congress.

Marianne for CongressBecause it felt like I was dreaming when I heard the news ..

.. which I heard just BEFORE I heard the news about Kelly's verdict.

Something about Marianne's candidacy made my heart sing. Very encouraging.

The short article that I read .. concluded by mentioning how:

"Microphone in one hand, gesturing with the other, Williamson wove among the audience, taking questions and accepting compliments, the red soles of her black stilettos flashing as she walked."

The red soles of her black stilettos. I dont know why, but that shit gets me going. A voice said, "Dude, you should go run her campaign .. and make it a nuclear-grade operation."

Taylors Red-Soled Stiletto in Blank SpaceAnother voice said � "Dude, get real. You know jack-shit about how to run a campaign.

And besides, you would be involved in a scandal ..

.. if she ever wore the red-bottomed stilettos. You know how you are."

Here's my point � the conversation that Marianne will bring to the table will be both constructive and interesting. Even without the red-soled stilettos. ( "You go, girl." )

[ Here is something I feel needs discussing. Note this NYT article titled � What Drives Success? .. which references � this book titled ..

The Triple Package - How Three Unlikely Traits Explain the Rise and Fall of Cultural Groups in America (.. written by Tiger Mom herself).

Notice particularly the implicit success = $money. Not judgmentally, but rather as (yet another) � reflection of the culture.

Aaron Swartz hung himself in NYC on January 11, 2013I mean, the people who wrote the book are talking about � dollars. Right?

Because (again implicit) � "nothing else matters".

I am merely pointing out the obvious, no?

So .. compare (and contrast) the ideas behind that book/title with � this article by Vandana.

In other words, we need to at least start to get beyond the point where money is considered the be-all and end-all ..

.. when it comes to how our society and our culture define 'success'.

It's related to what Kotlikoff says � it's in the metrics. And how you define them.

It's also related to what Skinner said � if you design a system to produce a certain effect, a certain result ..

.. then why, pray tell, are you surprised when it produces the result that you most strongly try to produce?

��� today's entry continues here below ���

If you create an environment that encourages certain behaviors, and discourages others ..

.. then why be surprised when those behaviors manifest themelves? Again, this all seems intuitively obvious to me.

Thomas Piketty Professor Piketty! (of Paris)

Oh, wait. Look at this � a new book � Capital in the Twenty-First Century.

You must admit .. that is one catchy title.

Too bad it is not being released until March 10th. March 10th?

Dude, March 10th is the Monday of the week that ends with � the Ides of March .. which actually falls on � Saturday.

Something about that resonates with me .. or I with it.

John Papola will need to create a new rap video. Cuz I learned everything that I know about the economy from a rap video.

Oh, look. Krugman discusses the new book here.

I really like � Edsall. Somebody please buy that man a beer for me.

And if you happen to be a pretty girl, then � give him a kiss for me. Get some lipstick on that man. Express our appreciation.

While you are puckered up, here's another guy (Sam Polk) that you can kiss for me.

Speaking of pretty girls .. before I forget, go watch this girl ask this guy (Tom Perkins) if he might be divorced from reality.

Now THERE'S a "Duh!" moment if ever I saw one.

I like the way she leans forward before she asks.

Update � April 24. Oh look! The Professor's book has become the � #1 Best Seller on Amazon.com.

"How do you like me now?" says the Professor (with Casey). <end update> ] 

Anyway, the news of Kelly came right after I had read about Marianne running for Congress ..

.. and his verdict let me know that � no, I was not dreaming. Definitely not.

Here is what I hear Marianne's candidacy saying ..

"My friends have money, too. And they have cameras. And they know how to use them. You know how those creative-types are. Let me show you what I mean."

Raft of the Medusa (1818) | Theodore Gericault (1791-1824)Oh, look at this. Marianne's timing seems remarkably prescient.

Marianne announces her candidacy and a 20-termer resigns. I told you those red-soled stilletos were powerful.

You must admit tho, it would be cool to be a fly-on-the-wall in some of these rooms where such big decisions are being made.

Dude, my ego is convinced that Marianne saw my quotes page (.. Oprah probably sent her the link) .. and she saw her name listed there among those who matter ..

.. and she got all pumped up and said � "Fuck it. Let's DO this thing. This political thing. Where are my red-soled stilettos? I'll hypnotize their asses." ??

PS - I included a graphic of the Raft of the Medusa (1818) at the end of today's entry, because, if Kelly were alive then, the authorities would have put him on that raft.

Bon voyage, Kelly. ???

Strange After-Thought Sex with Powerful Women

Certainly you are familiar-with the way that one-thing can trigger thoughts of another. (� I've always wanted to begin an entry with that sentence.)

Now I admit that it may simply be the result of reading Stendhal [ Le Rouge et Le Noir ] .. but I have been thinking .. about what it is like to have sex with a powerful or influential woman.

Indian Point Nuclear plant, New York, Hudson RiverWhich reminded me of when .. I was working in New York ..

.. where there was an engineer-girl .. who ran a crew of guys.

A half-dozen guys. All smart. Playing with reactor fuel. Shit like that. Sharp cookies.

Myself, I was living on a blow-up air mattress in the living room (yes, in the "living room" .. more people = less rent per person).

We were all working 12-hour days, six days a week. Sharing a place with 3 or 4 other people I'd only recently met.

Different people from different states working different shifts with different days off. Some guys, some girls. Now you might think this a challenge, but I had such a great time with these people ..

.. who I rarely saw at home, but who both laughed and cried with me. Both girls and guys, and their friends and lovers.

Almost like family. Strange to be treated with such care by people you barely know.

You havent lived, dawg, let me tell you, until you've blown up a leaky air-mattress after a beer or two. Every night before you go to sleep. (On plastic.)

Your head feels like it's gonna come off .. and now it's time to go to sleep.

The place was a dive. A total dive. But even dives in New York are expensive.

[ Here's what I learned � when people are kind and courteous, life in a dive is better than living with someone who hates your guts. No matter how nice that place might be. ]

But this engineer-girl (and her crew-of-guys) were PUT UP at a very nice resort-like place. (If I said the name of their company, you would definitely know it.)

Now I did not WORK FOR this girl .. but she did not want her (crew of) guys to know about our thing. Which I could totally understand. In the mornings, she would get me up extra early .. and "check the coast"

Nuclear reactor spent fuel cell being moved in a spent fuel pool (of water)"Coast is clear," she says .. motioning with her hand. "Go!" A pat on your butt as you slip out the door and sneak quietly down the hallway.

I liked her. An athletic girl. Looked like a sports-model. Loved all kinds of sports. Great skin. Late-twenties.

She had just arrived from some island somewhere .. sporting a gorgeous bronze tan .. in New York, no less ..

.. where everybody else is pale-white .. winter, with snow on the ground. Early March.

Talk about making a nuclear-grade entrance. Yes, she got my attention right away.

I normally saw her dressed in baggy anti-contamination clothing, hood and all. But when dressed up (.. in girly clothes) she was a sight. Have mercy. Downright intimidating.

 Rad note � The text contained in this particular section that deals with having sex with powerful women is so different (I think you will agree) ..

.. that I lifted and transferred it to its own seoprate entry .. see  here � Sex with Powerful Women. ?

Return to Part One of today's entry � here.

You can analyze the HTML details of today's entry � here.

<ignore this intentional bottom text spacer>

Radified home

About this Entry

This page contains a single entry by Rad published on January 11, 2014 1:11 AM.

Exploring the Limits of Poetic License .. up to the Letter of the Law (and Beyond) - Part 3/4 was the previous entry in this blog.

Do You Want Mommy to Find You a New Daddy? is the next entry in this blog.

Find recent content on the main index or look in the archives to find all content.