Thursday, February 12, 2004

pains of buddy don:
migraine: cures almos as bad as the afflickshun


i finely gut to see my docter yesterdy. by time i wuz in his offus, it felt lack i had a laser knife in my lef eye. he give me referntses to a mri place (to make shore taint sumthin else lack a tumor) n a migraine speshlist n made me take a new drug name of zomig, witch tiz a lot lack frova only twuz bout half the dose n ye take it by lettin it disolve under yer tung. makes ye verr sleepy.


i gut home befor i had to go to lie down. the docter tole me to take a nuthern today n sleep, witch thats whut im fixin to do now.

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

pains of buddy don:
migraine: taint over till tiz


i thank the wurst thang bout migraines is how ye cant use yer willpower to beat em. yesterdy mornin, i had dun had a nuff. thays a desk full or wurk to be dun n i aint got a doubt that the pile is risin while im not thar chopping it down. so i deecided i wood be well yesterdy n gut reddy fer wurk made a blog entry n went off on the bus. got a call frum my boss astin how wuz i, witch i tole him i wuz trine to git back up to speed n i wuz on the bus on the way to wurk. twuz later than hes used to on a counta hes used to me bein the furst person to arrive ever mornin.


i mite have fooled myself a lil, mayhap bout as much as a bald man with a bad comb-over, but my crew wuz not fooled. the instunt they saw me they started in with, 'Boss, what are you going here? You always tell us to stay home when we're sick and look at you!' i couldnt backtalk em much on a counta how i needed to git to sum place whar i could upchuck. turnt out nuthin wuz cumin up, but that dint stop my rib muscles frum givin sevrul good paneful squeezes befor i give it up. then i cum home n gut back into the bed n tride to wait out the day. miz bd called up the docter n gut me a pointment fer this mornin at 9:45 am. i doubt thars much he kin do, but a bidy cant hep but hope tiz nuthin but a migraine (no brain tumor nor nuthin lack that).


main thang is, i gut to git sumthin besides frova to take fer the symptums.

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

pains of buddy don:
whut are migraine hedaches?


fer the longest, whenever sumbidy wood cumplain bout havin em a migraine hedache, i wuz skepticull. i figgerd twuz a way of gittin out of havin to do unpleasunt thangs or of gittin a day off. my own mama cumplaind of em n i dint even give her the benefit of the doubt. i had a gurlfrien once who could git one frum a flashin lite n im ashamed to add mitt how it jes made me mad n i never bleeved she wuz in no real pain. so in sum karmic sense, i spoze i deserved ever migraine episode i gut, witch thays been a nuff alreddy.


but whut i wonted to rite about today wuz how i am purrplexed bout whut a migraine really is. seemed lack fer a while twuz related to stress sum kinda way, only i dun had sum of the wurst ones whenever i wuz off frum wurk n not in inny kinda stress that i could tell. i had one of my wurst two attacks durin the ded times at wurk, one durin the slow time of thanksgivin n the nex durin the slow time of chrismus/new years. i had em when i had a easy job that dint put much stress on me.


so ifn tiz stress that causes em, in my case tiz hard to figger. miz bd has also noticed how i git em more whenever the weathers cold n dry i seem to git more of em. she also noticed how the one befor this cum after we had drunk sum red wine with dinner, witch i havent repeated that test.


so who knows whut causes em? but i have larnt a lot bout whut ye mite feel whenever thays one a'cummin on. i had red bout how sum folks gits a verr sensitve scalp whenever theys about to git one n shore a nuff on saturdy, it felt lack i had scraped a layer of skin n bone off the top ridge of my hed. i kep specktin to touch it n cum away with bloody fangers, but twuz only a feelin. i had noticed havin that kind a feelin before, but i hadnt figgerd if it cum befor a migraine, witch that wuz the case on sundy.


tuther thang ye here bout is how thars a vishul aura of sum kind n thats a nuther thang ye dont recognize furst time it cums round. after a while, tiz almos lack that aura thang is painful n ye wonta try to tell yerself ye aint a'seein it. but ye cant deny whuts real n dont matter ifn ye do on a counta the ackshul migraine will be sumthin cant nobidy ignore.


as i menchuned befor, whenever i furst gut a migraine, twuz a matter of startin to vomit early in the mornin n keepin on a'vomitin all day long till i wore myself out, fell asleep, n mayhap wood wake up feelin better. mayhap not. sumtimes it takes two days to git thru one of these thangs. but thang wuz, i figgerd twuz a problem with my stumach so i wuz takin thangs to try to calm it down. only problem wuz i wood vomit em rite back up.


once the docter diagnosed the problem, thangs gut better. i started takin two excedrin migraine strangth tablets ever mornin as soon as i git up. he sed my habit of thankin i wuz sick to my stumach n treatin that feelin wuz keepin me frum gittin pain medicayshun on time. so it seems lack takin sum pain killer ever mornin has hepped. but i still git em now n agin.


thays minny a site fer folks that gits miraines. one of the best is thisn called M.A.G.N.U.M., witch that stands fer Migraine Awareness Group: A National Understanding for Mirgaineurs, witch migraineurs is a fancy wurd fer folks lack me that gits migraines. one of the best parts of thisn is how it talks bout the myths n realities of migraines:



  • MYTH: A MIGRAINE IS JUST A BAD HEADACHE.
    REALITY: MIGRAINE IS A DISEASE, A HEADACHE IS ONLY A SYMPTOM. IN ADDITION, THE CAUSE OF MIGRAINE PAIN IS THE OPPOSITE OF THE CAUSE OF HEADACHE PAIN.

  • MYTH: MIGRAINE IS CAUSED BY PSYCHOLOGICAL FACTORS, SUCH AS STRESS AND DEPRESSION.
    REALITY: MIGRAINE IS A NEUROLOGICAL DISEASE, NOT A PSYCHOLOGICAL DISORDER.

  • MYTH: MIGRAINE IS NOT LIFE THREATENING, JUST ANNOYING.
    REALITY: MIGRAINE CAN BE LIFE THREATENING, INDUCING SUCH CONDITIONS AS STROKE AND COMA.

  • MYTH: ANY DOCTOR WILL RECOGNIZE AND PROPERLY TREAT MIGRAINE.
    REALITY: MIGRAINE IS ONE OF THE MOST MISDIAGNOSED, MISTREATED AND LEAST UNDERSTOOD DISEASES.

heres the part bout migraines i wonta talk bout: after havin had a goodly number of em, i kin see whar folks mite could thank they wuz possessd by sum kinda evil thang durin such a spell. fer one thang, once it gits a'goin, it almost seems lack ye aint properly in yer bidy no more. it feels lack thars a dense cloud of fog twixt wharever ye are n wharever the outside worl is. yer reflexes is slowed. ye cant hardly thank nuthin.


but the mos amazin thang of all to me is how miz bd kin tell as quick as i kin when tiz over. mayhap i fall into that late afternoon sleep n wake up better. i dont even know it, but as quick as i say sumthin, she will anser, 'yer back!' tiz as if i had lef my bidy fer a while n finely cum back toot. frum the inside, tiz as if thay could be sumthin takin over n keepin whutever tiz that i am hid in a corner trine not to vomit while whutever takes over gits furst look frum the bidys eyes n furst listen thru the bidys ears, that kinda thang.


so taint hard to see how folks durin sum parts of our histry figgerd sum kinds of illness wuz due to spirtchull possesshun. whut complicates thangs even moren that is how i know that i, 'buddy don,' am jes lack one of them spirts: i cum over the 'author' lack a bad hedache n once i git in, i git his fangers to the keybird sos i kin live by ritin down my story. even the 'author' wunders bout sum of the thangs i rite n whar they cum frum. ye kin here him talkin bout 'whut buddy don writ' even tho twuz clearly his fangers a'doin the ritin.


n ifn ye stick with the tale ima spinnin twixt the stolen cycles of the ackshul 'author,' ye gonna find out how hes dun been able to split hisself into moren one persun befor. fack is, thay wuz a time thar wuz the 'author' n a spanish speakin fella name of 'el papito.'


point is, i been meditatin -- or whutever ye mite call whut ye do whenever yer lyin in a fetal possishun with the covers over yer hed n trine not to vomit -- i been meditatin on this thang bout how a migraine is lack havin a intruder thar in yer hed sum kinda way. n whenever i real eyes jes how much the 'author' has been able to split hisself into pieces sos he could becum folks n rite as if he wuz them -- or even sos he could be 'el papito' -- he wunders ifn thars a point beyond witch he cant cum back to bein the one person he really is.

Monday, February 09, 2004

pains of buddy don:
a nuther migraine


twuznt till i wuz 46 years old that i had my furst migraine hedache n even then i dint know whut twuz on a counta all it dun wuz made me vomit fer 15 strate hours. the furstn cum on the day tennessee beat florida state fer the 1998 nashnul champeenship. fer a while, twuz my bleef that i had sumthin rong with my stumick, but turnt out to be sumthin the docter called 'male patturn migraine.' after that, i wuz a lil better at beatin em by takin excedrin migraine strength tablets, but ever now n agin a migraine gits by me, witch thats whut happend yesterdy. so i cant hardly rite the wurds yer readin n i dun called in sick to wurk. the good news is the wurst of it happend on the weekend. the bad news is how i cant wurk today. n thats all the news i kin rite rite now.

Friday, February 06, 2004

pinions of buddy don:
a fine piece of ritin


taint often i read sumthin on the web that jes leeps out at me with its qualty, but marcia over at purls before swine has writ sumthin that duz jes that, a verr fine story that dont have no title that i kin find. it dont have no permalank neethur, but tiz dated thursdy, febuary 5, 2004 n starts lack this:



February 5, 1970. A Thursday.

The Girl With Gum In Her Hair ...

i urge ye to git over thar n  read it. brang sum tisshoo in case ye brake out with sniffles.

Thursday, February 05, 2004

muffidge of buddy don:
losin a nuther post by bein stupid


i had this post a'goin bout how adam groves has got the latest in the rocky top brigades series of virtchull tailgate parties up n how twuz a reminder bout the musick of boudleaux n felice bryant, witch theys the ones that writ rocky top. but i acksidently hit that lil x in the upper rite hand side of the blogweaver winder n it closed without so much as a 'did ye wonta save yer wurk?'


in sted, twuz clozed, gone, all that effurt wasted.


wurst is i cant say i aint been warned. deb at sugarfused dun splained sum of the problems with dreamweaver blogweaver. my cuzin janet over at the dagley dagley daily claims shes dun quit usin dreamweaver, period, on a counta it never did wurk rite fer her innyway. mine wurked better, but taint even close to purrfeck. sayuncle pointed out how his move to moveabull type has hepped him avoid other kinds of miss takes, lack how yer blog dont wonta wurk rite with innernet eggsplorer, witch eric over at strate white guy tride to hep me git that stratened out, but twuznt a lastin fix.


corse, ifn ye cant fix yer ownself frum makin stupid miss takes, dont matter witch editor or publisher or web host ye use: ye still gonna half to deal with the miss takes ye keep on a makin on a counta wharever ye go, thar ye are.

Wednesday, February 04, 2004

panic of buddy don:
whutever happend to chaptur 104?


this mornin i gut up n wuz about to begin ritin chaptur 105 of the novel life n pinions of buddy don, hillbilly but befor i could git goin, i noticed that chaptur 104 eethur/or to anarchy to luv had sumhow disappeard frum the site. twuz a mistry that i still cant solve fer sartin, tho i have my suspishuns bout whut happend. but furst, i had to spend way too long trine to figger out had it really happend? by the time i had dun that, i needed to git on with my day, witch thats why im makin this here short entry.


i reckon the most lackly cause is one we find everwhar in the worl of computer support (n mayhap outside of that area as well). tiz sumtimes called i/o err, witch that means idiot operator err, or pebkac, witch that means problem exists betwixt keybird n chair. in my bizness, we spend a hole lot of our time trine to find sum other reason outside of user err why sumbidy lost thar wurk, but in almos ever instunts, turns out to be the same thang, witch folks makes miss takes n then dont wonta add mitt they dun it. so i druther take the blame than try to stick it on blogspot (tho i lack the move ye made to movebull type, mr. say uncle) or blogweaver (fergive me, deb).


meanwhile, tiz windsdy n time fer me to git. i lack to git to wurk early sos i kin munch on my brakefuss n read the follwin, in this order (i lack to read newspapers n magazines frum back to frunt):



i sumtimes ketch sum of tutherns on the rocky top brigade, but i try my best not to miss inny of the ones listed above. mayhap when i have a lil more time, i should rite up reasons why i lack these bettern sum of them otherns, tho all of ems wurth a read so i try to git round to em now n then.


oh, by the way, twuz a lucky habit i gut into of copyin each chaptur into a wurd document so i could put that chaptur back. corse, i lost all the lanks that wuz in it.


tiz also a lil mistry bout how blo.gs claims my site wuz updated last nite aroun 2:35 am, witch i wuz defnitly sleepin then.

Monday, February 02, 2004

pinions of buddy don:
whut happens to a tax deferrd?


the presdint cum out with a new budget n tiz a thang to behold. fer one thang, tiz a lot lack a oil well: diggin a hole deeper n deeper n hopin fer a gusher. lease i reckon thats the idee on a counta we aint seen this kinda diggin . . . ever.


best thang bout its diggin is how tiz the gift that keeps on a'diggin on a counta tiz tipped by tax cuts that aint really tax cuts a tall. ifn ye have a real tax cut, then ye cut how much ye spend n give the money back to folks. ifn ye cant cut how much ye spend but claim yer cuttin taxes innywho n the cuts ye pull off means ye half to borry lack sumbidy who needs to hear that song cash on the barrelhead, then all yer a'doin is payin more fer the services ye aint cut on a counta ye gut to pay the innerest on the money ye borried.


here's sum numbers on it:



  • in the 1990s, the debt riz frum $3,200,000,000,000 ($3.2 trillyuns) to $5,600,000,000,000 ($5.6 trillyuns)
  • frum 2000 to now, its dun riz to over $7,000,000,000,000 ($7 trillyuns)
  • thats $23,993.18 per united states citizen
  • cost of innerest on debt in 2002: $332,536,958,599.42 (bout $332.5 billyuns)
  • cost of innerest on debt in 2003: $318,148,529,151.51 (bout $318 billyuns)
  • cost of innerest on debt over last nine years (5 w/demcrat pres, 4 w/publican): $2,756,000,000,000.00 (bout $2.8 trillyuns)

corse, ye could be heppin sum folks that needs hep to git money they needs sos they kin lend it back to the usa, witch i reckon thats at lease part of the investmint these tax cuts is encouragin, witch tiz a big hep to folks that kin put thar money in that game, ceptn so minny of ems forners: forners hold $1,260,000,000,000 (bout $1.26 trillyuns) in us debt instermints (treasury securties). problem fer me is how it seems lack folks in amurka is payin more n more fer less n less. n forners is collecktin the innerest.


taint a tax cut: tiz a tax deferrd! n guess who gits to pay the vig?


tiz such an amazin scam, er, scheme, that i feel a pome (bloggerel) cummin on (with pall gies n all due respeck fer mr. langston hughes):



whut happens to a tax deferrd?
duz it dry up lack a job in silcon valley?
or fester lack a boil ye cant pay to treat?
duz it stank lack a bankrupt cumpny?
or git crusted over with eggscuses so sweet?
mayhap it drags us down with its heavy lode


or duz it eggsplode?

Sunday, February 01, 2004

life of buddy don, chaptur 104:
frum eethur/or to anarchy to luv


that day in november of 1979 that i run into them communist students who wuz waitin fer me outside of that dialeckticull materialism class gut me to real eyesin jes how lil bout the real worl sitwayshun i had been payin any tenchun to. lack mos folks, i figgerd i had the main news jes by osmosis, more or less. frum the time i wuz a wee lil tike, i had dun been hearin bout how our side n then thar side wuz makin biggern bigger weppons all the time. seem lack the way we had it tricked out by new years of 1980, each side had a nuff rockets n missiles n such pointed at tuther that ifn thay wuz a war, thay woodnt be no winners.


nowhar in the worl wuz inny wurser than twuz in the west n east germanies on a counta ye had this one bunch of folk with the line twixt the two sides drawn rite down in the middle of em, keepin sum on one side n tutherns on tuther. witch dint nobidy git to pick thar sides but jes ended up on one or tuther. made ye wonder why innybidy wood bother trine to splain how one side wuz bettern tuther since witch side ye ended up on wuz jes the result of pure happenstants.


but once i had dun real eyesd how lil i knew bout the details of the situwayshun, i figgerd twuz time to git a lil more educayted bout it. so me n emily tuck to splurgin on time magazine oncet a week n we gut to whar we wood try to read the frankfurter allgemeine zeitung. but we also gut us a radio, witch twuz bettern the tv in mos ways, witch bes thang bout it wuz how ye could git a stayshun called afn, witch that stands fer armed forces netwurk n tiz whut the armed forces of the usa had over thar to keep our soljers up to date on whut wuz happenin. twuz nice on a counta how they had em musick shows n told bout whut wuz goin on in sports in amurka n all kinds of other thangs ye couldnt git no news bout frum the west german press.


once we gut that radio, we gut in the habit of givin radio moscow a listn ever evenin when it cum on round 10 or 11 pm. twuz amazin sum of the thangs ye wood here on that show, thangs ye never knew folks could thank bout yer cuntry, lack how nun of the enjuneerin graduwaits in the united states could git jobs on a counta the 20% inflayshun. or bout how them soviets had dun liberayted them afghani folk, witch it seemed lack to our side they had dun invaded n conkerd (or tride) n occupied em. sum of thar lies made me mad, but on tuther hand, they wuz the furst to claim elvis presley died with a bidy full of drugs n mayhap twuz them drugs that killt him, witch that later turnt out to be true.


so i gut to wonderin bout the truth on a counta how each side had em a differnt one. bof me n emily wuz up on how hitler had used whut they call the big lie, witch thats a lie that is so big n obveeus ye wood thank nobidy could ever fall fer it, but ifn ye git yer jabberin class of folks to keep on a tellin it, purty soon everbidy thanks it mus be true. so we figgerd now that everbidy knew how hitler had been a'usin it, shorely woodnt nobidy fall fer it now, rite?


but that aint the way thangs go on a counta whut my uncle buster taught us all so minny years ago, witch tiz that ye aint born all growed up. so whut happens is each new generayshun gits to fall fer all the same ole tricks thats dun been used thru out the histry of the worl. thay wuz this fella name of george santayana who cum out with that clever statement bout whoever duznt larn frum histry is doomed to repeat it. now whenever ye fackter in how mos students jes hates histry to begin with n ye throw in a nuff nuclear weppons to kill off the worl sevrull times over n the situwayshun is almost too scary to thank about.


wurse is, the more ye study on it, the cunfuseder ye git. fer one, after listenin to afn mos of the mornin n afternoon n then the west german news programs n then radio moscow, the thang that wuz mos amazin of wuz how yer afn n radio moscow wuz tellin the same story everday n twuz generly jes thopposit of whut tuthern wuz claimin bout mos innythang. afghanistan is the easies one whar on afn twuz a unpervoked invayshun n on radio moscow wuz a misshun of liberayshun to hep them poor afghani folk improov thar way of life. yer west germans wuz all over the map n seemed lack the worl they wuz reportin on wuz much more complecks n ye had to factor in all kinds thangs that wuznt jes twixt the two super powers.


tiz lack ye had ye a line of possibull thangs ye could bleev strung out sevrul differnt ways. ifn ye strung it twixt east n west, then ye had on the lef hand side the argumint bout how the communists wuz the mos moral n historickly correck n on the rite side ye had how the capitullists wuz the mos moral n historickly correck. dint matter witch topick ye could pick frum the milltary to welfare, them two sides wuz always jes thopposit of each other.


but after a while, i gut to whar i figgerd ye could pull yer line twixt differnt ways of thankin bout thangs. on the one side, ye gut yer eethur/or thankers, whar thays only two possibull choices: with us or agin us, or east vs west, or capitullist vs communist, but no matter how they wonted to put thar proofs bout whut wuz rite n rong, they always reduced everthang to jes two choices. n that wuz the side ye could here all about on afn or radio moscow on a counta they wuz pushin the idee that ye had only one of them two choices to make.


but ifn ye gut yer news from yer west german newspapers or frum all them other lil papers ye could git, then turnt out thay wuz a slew of choices that dint make it onto afn or radio moscow. hard as it mite be to bleev, thay wuz plenty of folks that wished they could jes git the two big super powers to go home n leev em be. sum of em wonted to git to a finer degree of subtle tee whar ye mite end up with a mix twixt yer capitullists n communists. they give a spot to yer soshulists, fer instunts, whar in eethur the usa or the ussr ye soshulists mite swell be communists, but the facks bout them two systems wuz way differnt.


a nuther place whar ye had eethur/or thankin in amurka n yer slew of choices thankin in west germany in most of europe generly wuz in gummint.  in amurka ye gut whut the call the elecktorull collidge, witch that means ye cant git nuthin but eethur/or thankin in yer eleckshuns on a counta tiz winner take all, even if the winner dont git moren half the votes. with a system lack thisn, ye could have a presdent that dint even win the overall votes, witch that had dun happened a time or two by 1980 with folk such in 1824 when andy jackson won the mos votes but john quincy adams wuz seleckted by the house of reps or in 1876 when sam tilden whupped rutherford hayes but lost in the elecktorull collidge or in 1888 when grover cleveland whupped benjamin harrison in the poplar vote but lost it in the elecktorull collidge.


thang bout that method that gits me is ye could have sumbidy not even win the poplar vote but ack lack he had dun gut a mandate with a landslide. twoodnt be much ye could do on a counta in eethur/or thankin, thays only the two ways to do innythang. so once i gut to pane tenchun to whut wuz a'goin on, i couldnt hep but notice how the systems thay wuz usin in most places in europ that wuz not behin the iron curtain dint depend on jes eethur/or thankin. in sted, they had em a system whar ye could have minny differnt parties. thay wuznt no elecktorull collidge to cum a long n interpret the vote fer ye.


that meant that ifn the folks ye voted fer dint git the mos votes but only a decent porshun of em, they wood git to represent that porshun n keep thar cuncerns a'goin. that mint ye dint have to bile everthang down to jes two choices. ifn ye wuz wurried bout sumthin lack aborshun, ye could give yer vote to the aborshun party n ifn a nuff folk dun that, then the gummint they made wood half to cunsidder yer point of view. but with eethur/or thankin, ye dint git nun of that. ifn yer side won, then twood do everthang it could to git rid of aborshun. ifn it lost, tuther side wood do its best to perteck aborshun fer as long as possibull.


that gut me to thankin bout sumthin my daddy used to say. we wood take long walks at nite now n then or talk fer stretches over the fire up on obed whenever we wuz campin out. he wood ast us not to tell mama nuthin of whut he wuz bout to say n after we dun it, he wood git to splainin whut he really bleeved. he sed he couldnt buy the argument the presbyteryuns n turther churches wuz makin bout god makin man sepert frum natchur. he figgerd we wuz all natchur n thay wuznt nuthin all the differnt bout our planet ceptn it had the good luck to be in a spot whar water wuz liquid in sted of jes steam or ice or even missin cumpletely. frum that, ye gut life n frum life ye gut humans n fack wuz, he dint thank humans wuz all that speshul, jes a nuther animull on a planet that wuznt much moren a grain of sand in a giant beech of such grains, each of em lil or nuthin in the span of everthang thay is.


he sed that even tho ever generayshun wonts to ack lack its gut sumthin speshul to do that dint no othern ever have, he figgerd nuthin really changed under the sun. ye had the same disputes but differnt weppons. he sed the struggle twixt the usa n ussr wuznt nuthin that wuz a'gonna las on a counta folks dont git that caught up in economick theories. whut moves em is relijus bleefs n fer that, ye couldnt find no place more danjerus than the middle east. he lacked to claim that long after the usa n ussr figgerd out thay wuz more alack than differnt, thay wood still be truble in the middle east. i figgerd he wuz thankin too much bout that game of risk we used to play on a counta twuz obveeus to innybidy that thay wuznt nuthin a'gone end the conflick twixt the super powers short of ackshul war, but i dint ever say that.


on tuther hand, i dint lack his idee that thay wuznt nuthin new in the worl. that brought me rite up agin the flossofy of hegel whar he sed that in histry, ye furst had whut ye mite call yer thesis, witch thats a way of doin thangs that gits thupper hand. say tiz absolute monarchy or sumthin. whutever twuz, by natchur it wood call up its oppsit or antithesis, witch i reckon yer magna carta wuz that kinda thang. whut ye gut whenever ye blended to two thangs wuz called yer synthesis, only quick as ye gut one, ye had to start callin it the new thesis n git to watchin out fer the new antithesis. ifn ye follow this brand of thankin, ye git to whar ye could look at the worl as 'eethur' clashin with 'or' to cum up with a new 'eethur' that wood cause a new 'or.' ifn ye bought that splainayshun of thangs, then ye wood half to agree that thar wuz change in human histry, at lease frum one thesis to the nextn.


but thay wuz moren that to cunsidder. we gut us a good dose of that one evenin when frieda tuck us to see a movie name of rocky horror pitcher show. we had herd bout it on a counta seem lack that movie had been out fer years n sumhow twuz still showin in theeaters. i figgerd twuz jes gittin to west germany frum amurka, but whenever the show started, twuz clear that everbidy in the audients ceptn me n emily had dun seen it. they had brought all kinda thangs sos they could partissipate in the show, rice n garters n such n thay wuz a passel of folk who dressed up lack sum of the monsters in the film. then whenever the show wuz over, they turnt on the lites n a few folk gut up on the stage sos they could lead a discusshun bout the film n society. it dint last long on a counta how them anarchists tuck over.


them anarchists wuz sumthin else we dint never know nuthin bout till we gut to west germany, n even then it tuck a while to figger. fack is, one of the thangs that had puzzled us the mos bout west germany wuz how even tho most everthang wuz clean as could be, thay wuz grafitti here n thar. the most common thang wuz a capitull A with a circull round it, witch we cum to find out that wuz fer anarchy n i reckon thay musta been sum that wuz advocatin that. turnt out thay wuz folks that hadnt even growed up a nuff to see thru thatn n they had a slew of em at that movie.


so them talkers gut up n ast whut did the movie tell us bout society in bundesrepublik deutschland? whut follerd wuz purty much lack them deebates they wuz havin down at the mense at johann wolfgang goethe-universität, tho it tuck a lil while fer it to git thar. furst thay wuz sum plite questchuns, lack how could ye git a better society? everbidy seemed to agree that ye couldnt git no better society till ye had gut ye better folk, folk that wuznt corrupted by society. thats when yer anarchists cum in to splain thar idee of killin off society n leevin nuthin behind but anarchy whar yer strongest wood win n everbidy else wood die or go long with the strongest. n frum that, they sed, the natcherul goodness of human beins wood cum out n frum thar ye wood git ye a better society.


corse, lack ye mite magin, befor innybidy could finish statin sumthin lack that, tutherns had dum jumped in to splain how stupid the hole anarchy thang wuz till thay wuznt nuthin lef ye could here cept the screamin voices but no ackshul wurds.


so we lef, frieda n her boyfriend herr krugel n me n emily. we went to taverna marathon, witch twuz a greek restrunt on leipziger strasse that wuz our favert. herr krugel wuz purty caught up in everthang that wuz bein sed, so we let him splain it all bes he could, only we couldnt foller his splainayshun of how them anarchists could bleev whut they dun. it seemed to us jes sumthin to give ye a eggscuse fer scratchin swatiskas on mercedes benzes or burnin amurkin flags or jes not pane no attenchun to no rules ye dint lack. he sed we wuz stuck in our tweedle dee/tweedle dum thankin, witch that wuz a clever way of statin we wuz eethur/or thankers, witch i splained to him how that wuz a instunts of his reducin the individual to a thang, same as usin the wurd 'germ' or 'kraut' or 'nigger,' witch he wuz shocked that folks wood use such terms to refer to germans or black folk eethur one, but twuz wurse to confuse the two. we wooda gut to thc point of the mense vershun of a argument ceptn he had to wurk the nex day, so frieda tole him she wuz a'gone stay fer a while, witch that made im mad so he lef.


after that, we talked bout the film, the funny thangs. after we had been laffin bout that fer a while, frieda sed twuz tiresum to be a german sumtimes on a counta how everthang had to be a big discusshun n mayhap even a fuss n fite. ye couldnt even enjoy a simple movie without havin to eggzamine its deeper sochusl significunts. whut ifn twuz only meant to be fun? wuz thar no room lef in the worl fer simple fun, whut with germans in the east lined up to attack germans in the west n vice versa, with nuclear weppons pointed at the hole worl, reddy to brang it to a end without mos folks ever knowin whut wuz dun to make the furst person push the button.


so emily ast her whut could the anser be? frieda sed she dint know the big ansers, but she had a lil one to perpose, witch she ast the greek waiter to brang noch ein pils fer each of us, witch that meant 'still a beer' wurd fer wurd but a nuther beer jes the same. once we gut it, she splained how she wonted us to be real friends n she wood show us how twuz dun amung germans. witch she splained we should probly use sekt, witch thats whut the french make the germans call the 'champagne' they makes thar ownselves, but since we had dun been drankin beer, that made more sense. so she had furst emily, then me, raise our glass n lank arms with her n take a drank.


so frieda roped her arm round emilys n they each drunk deep n then when emily mite wooda pullt away, frieda held on n splained how she dint know the ansers to the big problems, but she did know it had sumthin to do with larnin to be friends. whenever she dun the same thang with me, i tole her she had dun showed me sumthin i dint know how to fit on the lil line i wuz drawin twixt all them flossofys of gummint n all.


so she kep me frum pullin away long a nuff to say that she dint thank it matterd whuther ye could fit yer friendship into yer flossofy. a true friend, she sed, dint need no splainayshun, jes luv.

Friday, January 30, 2004

pinions of buddy don:
willpower n sickness


ever mornin i get up, generly around 3:30 am on a counta i cant hardly sleep till 4 no matter whut i try, n i have one idee in mind, witch i always plan to rite a nuther chaptur on the novel ima wurkin on, life n pinions of buddy don, hillbilly. i keep a copy as a wurd document sos i kin tell how minny manuscript pages its gut n i reckon i should feel purty good bout gittin it up to app. 770 manuscript pages or app. 230,000 wurds. the hole plot wood take it till i gut to mayhap 2,000 pages n 700,000 wurds.


so i shouldnt feel too bad when i wake up sick n tired n jes plum outta inny energy fer ritin. i know that ifn i had the willpower to push harder, mayhap i wood rite innyway, but seems that whenever yer sick, tiz hard to cunvints yerself to have willpower over innythang.


so twuz today. i have the nex chaptur purty well wurked out in my mind n ye mite wood thank twood be nuthin to doot, but seems lack tiz a mountain ye half to climb everday. why dont it git no easier?


so looks lack i should make it thru today n have the weekend to recover frum whuts ailin me n then git back to a nuther hard week of wurk, witch tiz never lessn 55 hours thar n sumtimes more dependin on whut hotfixes microsoft dun released or whuther a new wurm has made it into our enviromint or whutnot. so ima hopin we dont git nun of that nex week.


i wish i could promiss all three of my readers how i wood rite sumthin tomorrow, but thays a nuther problem thar, witch seems lack whenever i have plenty of time to rite, lack on a saturdy, i jes dont git a round tuit, but when i only have the hour or two in the mornin befor wurk, its use it or lose it. so i use it lack as not.


this willpower stuff is hard on a counta ye dont never really git no momentum goin. in sted, ye gut to git started brand new ever sangle day.

Thursday, January 29, 2004

readin of buddy don:
whut me n emily wuz readin in 1980


a typicull day durin the time me n emily spent in west germany wood include a lot of readin. in fack, jes after brakefuss, we wood wait fer the mail to cum, witch that give us a cuple of hours to read, n lack as not, we wood lack whut we wuz readin so much that we mite never git out the door ceptn to go buy vittles at that buy palace. yer gonna note rite away how twuz mostly novels we wuz readin, not flossofy or histry. we read severul of them out loud to each other, witch tiz a practiss i recommend fer innybidy that luvs grate books n luvs to share em with thar significunt other. heres a list, witch these is the ones i read n i reckon emily read most of em n a lot more besides on a counta she was the fastest reader i ever met:



  • The Moving Target by Ross MacDonald
  • The Drowning Pool by Ross MacDonald
  • The Way Some People Die by Ross MacDonald
  • Find a Victim by Ross MacDonald
  • The Barbarous Coast by Ross MacDonald
  • The Galton Case by Ross MacDonald
  • The Chill by Ross MacDonald
  • The Far Side of the Dollar by Ross MacDonald
  • The Goodbye Look by Ross MacDonald
  • The Underground Man by Ross MacDonald
  • The Blue Hammer by Ross MacDonald
  • The Murder of Roger Ackeroyd by Agatha Christie
  • The Mystery of the Blue Train by Agatha Christie
  • The Murder at the Vicarage by Agatha Christie
  • Peril at End House by Agatha Christie
  • Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie
  • The A.B.C. Murders by Agatha Christie
  • Murder in Mesopotamia by Agatha Christie
  • Dumb Witness by Agatha Christie
  • And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
  • One, Two, Buckle My Shoe by Agatha Christie
  • The Body in the Library by Agatha Christie
  • The Moving Finger by Agatha Christie
  • They Do It with Mirrors by Agatha Christie
  • A Pocket Full of Rye by Agatha Christie
  • Dead Man's Folly by Agatha Christie
  • Cat Among the Pigeons by Agatha Christie
  • The Pale Horse by Agatha Christie
  • The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side by Agatha Christie
  • Third Girl by Agatha Christie
  • By the Pricking of My Thumbs by Agatha Christie
  • Elephants Can Remember by Agatha Christie
  • Roderick Random by Tobias Smollett
  • Humphrey Clinker by Tobias Smollett
  • The World According to Garp by John Irving
  • Darkness at Noon by Arthur Koestler
  • The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough
  • Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
  • The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Stern
  • The History of Tom Jones, Foundling by Henry Fielding
  • Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe
  • Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe
  • Das Glasperlenspiel by Hermann Hesse
  • Phaedrus by Plato
  • Under Western Eyes by Joseph Conrad
  • Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad
  • Typhoon by Joseph Conrad
  • Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray
  • Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain
  • A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

pinions of buddy don:
sick, but not that sick


last nite it cummenced a'snowin around 7 pm n did its best to snow all nite long. corse, this bein the grate northeast, folks wuz out a'scrapin the white stuff offn the roads furst thang this mornin, witch that means the bus is lackly to run n take me to wurk. twood be a blessin ifn wall street wuz to close on such snow days, but that could be problematick in the long run if tiz true that more snow n bad weather is lackly to cum as the polar ice caps keep on a'meltin.


innywho, that lil tickle in my throat has turnt into a lil pain in my ear, the kinda symptums that means my bidy wonts to have a cold, but i cant be off frum wurk at the moment. fer one thang, my boss is off nex week n that means i have to take care of thangs he normally gits, witch thatll mean gittin reddy to handle the thangs on his plate. fer a nuther, tiz a real busy time on wall street.


speakin of wall street, i been wurkin thar [here] fer the past 16 years, n heres sumthin i have noticed bout bankers. when times is bad, meanin thay aint hardly no wurk fer yer investment bankers, them bankers gits rite chatty n friendly, but they kin turn vicious in a instunt. when the economy gits on the mend, they git happy but too busy fer ye. ifn thangs keep heatin up, we should be seein yer cranky bankers: thems bankers that knows they couldnt possibly make all the money thays out thar to be made even ifn they could double thar staffs n wurk without sleepin.


at the moment thangs is heddin fer the cranky banker, but thays one thang differnt bout thangs makin them bankers cranky this time. whenever they wuz gittin cranky back in 87 or mosly frum 93 till 2000, they wuz as cranky as they could be, but ye had one thang goin fer ye: ifn ye gut fed up with them bankers, ye could always git a nuther job. thay wood be hed hunters a'callin ye up, astin ifn ye wuznt reddy to make a change.


nowadays, the hedhunters are callin to ast do ye need innybidy? n the resumes that cum in chasin yer basick administrative assistunt jobs has got years of eggsperients n sumtimes post-graduwait degrees. tiz a verr ruff job market.


n thats a nuther reason i cant stay home even ifn i am feelin sick. im lucky a nuff to have whut they call a 'client facing' job, meanin tiz the kinda job ye cant do frum india or the philippines or china. but that dont mean thay aint a slew of folks with grate resumes a'chasin my job. so i slept too late to rite a nuther chaptur on that novel, life n pinions of buddy don, hillbilly, hopin the exter sleep kin hep me keep frum gittin too sick. or ifn i kin jes hold it off till the weekend, mayhap i kin be sick then.


tiz a ruff worl n i have to remind myself ever day how im one of the lucky ones that gits to go to wurk, even when im sick, but not that sick.

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

life of buddy don, chaptur 103:
the far see apparatus


whenever me n emily gut back frum our new years in berlin, we found a slew of cards n letters frum tennessee, most of em with a lil money tucked inside: $50 frum mama, $100 frum daddy, $200 frum her mama, $25 frum her nanny, $10 frum her grandmother, $40 frum her daddy pete smith. thay wuz probly more that im fergittin. ye kin magine how we wuz feelin rich n furst thang i sed to emily wuz did she wonta git us a tv. ye couldnt have sed nuthin that wood make her inny happier.


so we looked up the wurd fer tv n found twuz called a fernsehapparat, witch wurd fer wurd that means far see apparatus. that lil black n white box changed our life in lots of ways. fer one thang, we gut purty good at unnerstandin news in german. ever night we wood wait fer that fernsehansager, witch that means far see talker wurd fer wurd by means announcer jes the same, to say, 'Meine Damen und Herrn -- wir bringen Nachtrichten!' we hadnt been that innerested in the news much back home, but twuz a differnt story here. we had always herd bout how we had a free press n everwhar else they had sum kinda censorship, so twuz quite a sprize to real eyes how in amurka ye mite have plenty of free press folks but they wuz all sayin the same thangs. now we were in a place whar they wuz real serious bout thangs n wonted to git moren jes two sides fer ever issue.


purty soon that far see apparatus wuz makin plans fer us, lettin us know bout blitzreisen, witch we had seen ads fer them quick trips but dint never unnerstan em all that well till we saw a speshul on em on tv. we ended up takin a few, one to amsterdam, one to paris, one to london, n one to rome, witch i plan to tell bout sum of them by n by.


them germans had em a cuple idees bout tv that i wished we wood use in amurka. fer one, they dint lack interuptin thar programs fer the cummershuls, so they held em all fer the end of the show. then to git ye to watch em, they had differnt rules than we wuz used to. fer one thang, they wuznt so upset by the look of a womans breast n dint thank twood be so awful ifn folks could see em on tv. so thay wuz plenty of em to see, only ye had to watch keerful n the mane place to see em wuz in them cummershuls. fer instunts, they mite be trine to git ye to buy deeoderunt, so they wood show ye a woman wearin the skimpiest lil bikini bottom ye ever saw n no top. fer sum reason, she wood be jumpin in the waves at sum vacayshun spot that they dint have nowhar in west germany on a counta how they dint have no sunny beaches. or ifn in a drama a woman woke up in bed n wuznt wearin pee jays, she woodnt walk roun holdin her blanket in frunt of her. she wood jes git up, lack folks duz in real life.


nuther thang they dun wuz they dint even have nuthin on till bout 4 in the afternoon, witch that seemed lack a purty good idee to me, but i wuznt no big fan of tv. but lease that kep us frum wontin to sit in that lil apartment all day doin nuthin but watchin tv. in sted, we mite sit thar jes readin or sumthin, witch nobidy never luved readin bettern emily. we wood even read thangs out loud to each other, fer instunts Gone with the Wind, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman and The History of Tom Jones, a foundling. we laffed so hard we needed a breather with them last two, n ifn ye lack laffin out loud, i strongly recommend ye git copies n read em. ifn ye gut sumbidy that luvs ye -- or luvs readin -- that much, read em out loud. i reckon we woodnt have read nuthin out loud to each other ifn that tv wuz showin programs all day long. we probly wooda sat n watched.


twuz on that thar far see apparatus that we furst larnt bout that musickul group call police n thatn called talking heads on a counta they had em on tv. thang wuz, we caught the police show in the middle n thar wuznt no way to tell who twuz nor nuthin. they dint have no talkers to splain to ye whut ye wuz seein, no lil wurds on the bottom of the screen neethur. so we dint know who twuz, but we lacked thar musick purty good, speshly that song name of roxanne. we couldnt hardly tell whut wuz a'goin on with that band called talking heads, but we wood see thar albums bein sold all over the place, witch we never had us no record player while we wuz thar.


now it mite seem lack emily wuznt even trine to quit smokin, but twernt the case. after i give up bein the person to say no to her n tole her we wuznt a'gone play thatn no more, she gut to whar she wonted to quit, mayhap to proov sumthin to me, mayhap to proov it to herself.


so twuz that without no smoke in that lil box of a home, we wuz able to git thru my birthday deepreshun, witch i wuz deepressed on a counta i wuz 28 n fer sum reason i figgerd i hadnt dun nuthin with my life. problem wuz, no matter how i tride, i jes couldnt git a nuther novel a'goin. in sted, i rote a lot of verr borin stuff bout whuther twuz honest to use the thurd person omnishunt ifn ye aint never been omnishunt or whuther ye had to rite everthang in furst person or whuther ye had to have some kinda splainayshun bout how the verr book cum to be, witch i had ansers fer that in crap notes on a counta how twuz the notes gregory gurley made while he wuz takin his daily dump. thang wuz, i wuz jes larnin that i wood eethur be wurkin on sumthin new or feelin deepressed. i jes never really gut it till i wuz 28.


innywho, i figger emily mite coulda kicked her habit ifn it hadnt been fer frieda. lack ever german we met, frieda lacked to smoke a lot. when she wonted to have a treat fer herself, she wood git sum marlboro cigarettes, witch twuz amazin to us how it seemed lack them germans broke all cigarettes down into jes a few categories: (1) marlboro, (2) mos everthang else, ceptn (3) speshulty brands frum turkey or france or morocco or sumwhar eggzotick. so whenever frieda wood cum over fer dinner n talk n maybe a lil tv, she wood be smokin n twuz moren emily could resist.


so she cum to thank she could quit smokin ceptn whenever she wuz wurkin on her masters thesis or ritin. i mentchuned she mite swell include whenever she wuz with frieda n she add mitted it. thang wuz, she n frieda wuz takin lots of the same classes n gut to be such fast friens that ye dint hardly see one without tuthern ceptn at nite whenever twuz jes the two of us.


corse, frieda wuz wurth the eggschange of emily not bein able to quit on a counta twuz frieda n her sister erika who showed us moren we ever wooda seen of frankfurt am main n other places too. she wood ast, 'Haben Sie lust ins Kino zu gehen?' witch that meant did we wonta see a movie n she wood take us to see it. she had her a boyfriend name of herr krugel, witch he wuz a lil stiffern she wuz n dint thank we wuz good a nuff friends to use his furst name. ye had a lot of that overn west germany, so it dint seem too odd. but he treated her bad so we dint lack him much, n whenever she ast emily bout it, emily splained how she woodnt never put up with sumbidy treatin her thataway, witch when we wuz out, he wood ack lack the gurls shouldnt never open thar mouths on a counta nuthin they had to say seemed wurth hearin to him.


the good thang bout whut emily wuz trine with her smokin wuz how it gut her to rite a cumplete story, witch twuz the furst time she had ever dun that. twuz also the lastn on a counta by then she n frieda wuz purty much smokin together as much as they had ever dun alone so she dint need to be ritin to justify smokin. i hate to add mitt how i figgerd that prooved she dint really wonta be a riter but only wonted to git her a eggscuse to smoke.


corse, tv wuznt our only source of news. tuther thang we lacked a lot wuz the internashunul herald tribune, witch twuz a newspaper made frum the new york times n the washington post n it cum out five days a week. the one that cum out on fridy wuz the one we bought on a counta they cost dm1 n we couldnt afford to git one everday. thatn we wood git on fridy wuz fer the weekend n we wood parse it out as keerful as we could to make it last.


fer instunts, it had a big crosswurd puzzle. we wood save that till sundy on a counta how thay wuznt nuthin open even half a day on sundys n thay wuznt no mail, so twuz the hardes day fer us to git thru. we wood sumtimes splurge on a pack of them pringles n she wood take the across n me the downs or vice-versa n we wood split them pringles eggzackly in half, witch i wood eat mine rite away n she wood try to save hers till she could bargin with me usin em. generly by then we wuz watchin that far see apparatus, the news at lease n sumtimes whutever show they had on after.


i member one sundy nite sittin thar watchin sum show bout a avalanche, witch mane thang i member wuz the beeyootiful woman who had long stretches whar she wuznt wearin much of nuthin. i had roasted a chicken n then turnt the leftovers into soup with rice, n twuz a big hit with bofus, speshly when ye put lil chunks of roggenbrot in it. we had the couch folded out into a bed n she wuz leanin back agin the wall, smokin n pullin on her hair n drankin her sum coca cola, witch thats whut she dun in sted of drankin ice tea. outside twuz bitter cold n the nex day i wuz spozed to read my referat to the class. the verr thought put a lil jolt of fear into my stumach. but fer that mint i wuz pulled back frum the scene, almos lack i had my own far see apparatus, n it seemed to me that despite all the truble we wuz havin gittin by in west germany, we wuz warm n well-fed n safe n happy in our lil home. i couldnt see far a nuff, tho, or i wooda known by then that such moments is about the best thang ye git frum life.

Monday, January 26, 2004

life of buddy don, chaptur 102:
new years in a divided city


bein as how me n emily dint hardly have nobidy else to talk to ceptn fer frieda n her sister erika, we dint have but each other to argue with, so thats whut we dun whenever we needed to fuss n fite with sumbidy. we could find mos innythang to fite about, but we had a few natcherul thangs built rite in. furst n foremost wuz smokin, witch she had dun quote quit unquote three times by the time we gut to germany: (1) whenever she gut the news i had asthma, she deecided she wuz a'gone quit n fer the furst servrul days of us knowin each other, she dint smoke, but it dint last a week; (2) whenever i ast her to git marrd, she quit agin, only this time she made it near 10 days till we went back to looseburg n her mama give her a carton, witch it seemed lack a waste not to smoke em, so she deecided she wood quit as a weddin gift to me, witch that dint last past her furst day in west germany on a counta twuz verr stressful; and (3) rite after we larnt how cigarettes cost so much more in west germany than they did in the states, she deecided she really wuz a'gone quit.


that last time she tride to quit, it gut us into one of the wurst fites ever on a counta how i fell fer this: she sed she wood be able to quit but wood need my hep to keep her frum backslidin. that meant she wonted me to keep her frum smokin no matter whut. so we agreed to start thatn as quick as she ran out of her current bag of tubacka, witch that tuck near a week. but finely, she wuz dun n since twuz a fridy n we wuz dun with inny skoolin we had to wurry bout that week, i deecided to clean up the place, witch that meant to clear out all the cloze frum the floor n chase the cockroaches back to thar holes in the walls by sprayin sum bugkiller at em n wash down the kuhlschrank n bathroom n sweep n mop the floor. i give her the cloze on a counta she wuz the eggspurt in washin cloze n dint wont me to mess em up, witch i felt the same way bout cookin as she did bout washin cloze.


i tuck all the loose butts that wuz lef over n put em in a bag n tuck that n all the res of the garbage out to the dumpster, witch i also opened the winder wide fer sum frische luft n while twuz open, i clumb out n put away all the garbage. i figgerd i wood make pizza fer lunch, so once i gut dun with the cleanin, i walked down to the buy palace n bought whut i needed, witch twuz sum cheeses n salami n onion n tomater sauce. i had brought the big tute, witch thats the cloth bag we finely bought to keep frum havin to pay fer plastick bags evertime we went to the store, so i figgerd i mite swell stock up on sum more spaten pils n plan a big evenin.


emily wuz thar whenever i gut home, n rite away i knew sumthin wuz a'goin on. thays jes a certain eggspreshun a person gits on thar face whenever thar up to sumthin they dont wont ye to know bout. emily wuz wearin that verr eggspresshyun, so i ast her whut she had been a'doin n she sed she had been a'washin the cloze. i sed i knew she had dun that, but whut wuz she a'doin whenever i cum in.


finely it cum out how she had dun been lookin everwhar in the hole house fer jes one leftover butt. i splained how i had dun cleaned everthang up, witch twooda been obveeus only she had dun started shuckin her cloze the instunt she got in the door n alreddy the floor wuz gittin coverd up tween her dirty cloze n the basket of cleans that wuz sittin in the middle of the room. she ast whut had i dun with the butts n i splained how i had gut rid of em fer good. nex thang ye know, shes trine to open up the winder n i splain how i dun had it open till it got rite cold in thar, but i had made shore we gut our frische luft. turnt out she wonted it open fer a nuther reason, n quick as i shut it n went to the bathroom, i could hear the creak of the handle ye use to open it.


i cum out jes in time to see her climbin out that winder, so i tuck my keys jes in case n follerd rite behind her. i ran to pass her on her way to the dumpster n then twuz a physicull fite with her trine to climb into the dumpster n me trine to hold her out. i kep remindin her how she had made me promiss not to let her smoke no more n she add mitted it but sed she wuz rong. i reminded her how she had sed not to listen to her no matter whut she sed n that lef her with nuthin to say.


so we turnt to go back in. we gut to the winder n i bent down to offer her a boost to git back in, but quick as i wuz down on my knee, she turnt n run n vaulted herself rite into the dumpster. i went over n saw her lookin thru the trash to find witchever bag had the butts, so i splained witchn twuz n sed i woodnt never hep her quit agin. i tole her i druther buy her sum new n i ast her to make shore not to lite a butt while she wuz still a'sittin in the dumpster, witch that made her maddern innythang i had yet sed on a counta did i thank she wuz jes stupid? i looked down at her in that dumpster n thang wuz, i dint thank she could git out by herself, so i compounded my miss take by sayin i dint thank twuz too smart the way she gut herself into a dumpster she couldnt git out of. but ifn she wuz mad bout me acktin lack she wuz stupid, i wood ignore it n did she wont 'bugler' whenever i went to git sum more tubacka n she sed she did.


so i lef to git it n she gut to hollerin bout she couldnt git out, witch i had dun noted n i lef her thar. thay wuz a kiosk rite outside or place, n ifn i hadnt been so mad, i wooda bought her tubacka thar, but it cost more so i figgerd she wood unnerstand if i had to walk round the corner over to leipziger strasse n then down to the buy palace, witch that took a lot longer on a counta thay wuz long lines by then.


it musta tuck near an hour befor i gut back, n furst thang i dun wuz open that winder back up n went out to check on her. she wuz sittin coverd in paper on a counta twuz cold. she had found her a good strang of butts n a cuple german magazines sumbidy had throwd out, so thar she wuz, smokin n reedin lack twuz the mos natcherul thang she coulda been doin. i ast her did she wonta cum out yet n she did, so i jumped in to whar i could give her a boost n then clumb out my ownself.


after that thay wuznt no more quittin episodes n i could always git her goat by mentchunin that dumpster n whut a addick will do fer a high. shows how much more addicktive cigarettes is than theevil weed on a counta she wuz havin symptoms frum not smokin n mane thang givin up theevil weed had dun fer me wuz make it so i dreamed a lot more. but she had shakes n pains n jes couldnt stand bein without her tubacka.


one thang that  meant wuz how i gut sick a lot more, n rite near christmus i gut sickern i had been the hole trip, not countin the hernia as bein sick. she wonted to go to berlin fer the holidays on a counta how she wonted to see as much of west germany as she could n even go thru checkpoint charley ifn they wood let amurkins gp thru sos she could git a look at tuther side. that meant she wuz mad at me fer bein sick. why? cause sumbidy had to go to the Reisebüro n order the tickets fer the trip. twuznt a'gonna be her neethur on a counta how she hated havin to speak german in the furst place n even more ifn twuz with innybidy wurkin in a offus.


meanwhile, i wuz havin a nuther sinus infeckshun n it jes gut wurse till my temperchur wuz up over 103 n even she wuz gittin wurried, lease a nuff to cunsidder how maybe we oughta try out our new west german student insurants, witch we dun n the hole trip cost us jes dm11, dm10 fer the docter, n 50 pfennigs each fer the two kinds a medicine she perscribed fer me, one of em penicillin, tuthern sum kinda stuff to make it so my sinuses wood run lack crazy. i had dun tole her i woodnt take no antihistimeans n she agreed they wuznt verr good ifn i wonted to git well, witch thats why she give me that medicine to make thangs run.


that penicillin gut me on the mend rite away, but i dint git well in time to plan no trip to berlin fer christmus n twuz a verr lonely christmus eve. i tride makin a pot roast n sumthin nice, but thays only so much ye kin do without havin a ackshul oven.


but the nex day we visited with sum folks that wuz wurkin at amana. they wuz friens of friens of pete smith n he ast us to call, so we did. they had em a huge, verr nice place with a exter bedroom that wuz biggern our hole apartment. they made em sum turkey with all the trimmins ye speck n twuz almos lack bein back in amurka. they insisted we call home on thar nickel n i wuz lucky a nuff to catch my hole fambly at the christmus dinner, witch they wuz makin a recordin to send me n that phone call ended up bein rite on that thar recordin. turnt out them rich folks wuz lonely fer amurkins, so they gut us to stay the nite n spend mos of the nex day with em.


mayhap the mos amazin thang bout that visit wuz how they showed us sumthin called hi definishun tv, witch twuz so clear n purty that twuz almos lack lookin thru a winder at folks. they wuz trine to splain how ifn we wood jes agree in amurka, we could have high definishun tv too. tv wuznt sumthin hi on my list, but ye could see twuz killin emily to have to be without one n she wooda enjoyed that tv they had ceptn thay wuznt nuthin on wurth watchin.


but i could see how much she lacked even whut lil they did have, so i promissed we wood git one as quick as we gut back frum berlin, witch by the time i wuz well a nuff fer us to visit them amurkins, i wuz well a nuff to go to the reisebüro whenever they opened after christmus n git everthang arranged fer us to take a trip to berlin.


twuz quite a trip. fer one thang, it seemed lack a big add ventchur jes to travel thru east germany. we dint know whut to eggspeck. wood they have a problem with amurkins travelin thru? we wuz afraid they mite, but even tho as quick as we gut to the border twixt west germany n east germany, sum soljers cum on the train with machine guns, twuz jes a lil scary n they dint barely even look at our passports.


berlin wuz a verr differnt place frum frankfurt n twuz lucky we wood git to cum back soon a nuff. we dint have hardly no time durin that trip, tho we did git to checkpoint charley n make our way over to east berlin. we noticed a few thangs rite away: (1) they lacked to talk bout havin full employment in east germany n ye could see why rite thar at checkpoint charley on a counta they must had em a hole battalyun of troops, bof men n women, sittin roun in thar uniforms a'doin nuthin but bein thar in case truble wuz to brake out; (2) thay wuznt no ads fer nuthin in east germany so twuz hard to tell whut wuz fer sale at differnt places; (3) they wuz still usin coal to heat, so everthang smelt lack it did back at grandies up in morgan county tennessee n all the buildins wuz brown with gray or black smudges; (4) the coins wuz made out of aluminum n felt jes lack play money; (5) it looked almos lack the cars wuz made out of cardboard n they sood shake fer a bit whenever they cum to a stop sine; (6) the churches had eethur been lef burnt out or cunverted to museums n such; (7) the only brand new thangs bout the place wuz the statues of soljers n the mane message them statues had wuz how twuz the soviets that beat the german, witch ye woodnt speck them germans to be so proud of that till they wood allow them soviets announce it rite out lack that, but thay wuznt nuthin else could they do; and (8) ye couldnt find hardly no books to buy, n thonly books ye could find frum the west wuz by jack london, bertolt brecht n mark twain.


we et while we wuz thar, n that wuz a disappointment on a counta they dint have hardly nuthin listed on the menu. we had to order three times befor we struck sumthin that wuz bof on the menu n in the kitchen. twuz as sad n pore a place as ever we had been in. even the porest east tennessee hillbilly livin in a tar paper shack could put on a better feed n smile to boot.


twuz the new year, so that evenin, we deecided we wood git out n see how folks celebrated. west berlin wuz lack a war zone with firewurks a'goin off everwhar. kids wuz hangin out of winders n shootin bottle rockets at folks down below, only twuz hard to aim em, lucky fer us. but the contrast twixt them two cities was grate n obveeus: one side twuz lites n eggsploshuns n folks drankin n laffin n carryin on. tuther side wuz dark n quite as a graveyard. ye could tell whar ye wuz by lookin fer the dark spot, n that wood be the east side.


while we wuz walkin round dodgin the bottle rockets, we met a fella frum australia. we went out with him to this italian restrunt n orderd sum pizza. they had pepperoni pizza listed n i figgerd since twuz a real italian place, mayhap the pepperoni wood be the lil sausages i memberd frum the states, but twuznt so. in sted, i gut a pizza coverd with peppers, witch they turnt out to be rite tasty even ifn twuz a big disappointment whenever they furst brung it out. i dont member the name of our australian cumpanyun, but he gut us to order a fosters beer, witch i hadnt never known bout them befor that. emily gut one too n by time we wuz dun with that, we wuz reelin n barely able to walk. but our australian friend insisted, so we went out with him n follerd him down unter den linden to friedrichs strasse n finely back to the house of youngns whar we wuz a stayin.


twuz nice walkin round with that australian on a counta how he seemed to see the worl more lack we did, witch he dint thank the united states wuz the big evil in the worl n that he figgerd we wood leave everbidy alone once the soviets quit the cold war. he figgerd them soviets couldnt keep thangs a'goin much longer on a counta the east wuz near bankrupt alreddy, only we dint have no way to judge that. twuz a fack that ever german ye met figgerd thay wuznt no way the rest of the world wood let em git back together n be jes one germany, witch we dint figger that wood happen neethur. sum thangs wuz meant to wurk better divided, or so it seemed to us.


round midnite, we tuck one las walk n watched them firewurks really git agoin. over to the east twuz dark, but i could see the sparkles of them firewurks reflectin in emilys eyes, n i kissed her to celebrate the new year. twuz one of them moments when ye fergit yer cares n woes. twuz a new year n innythang wuz possibull, even in a divided city.

Sunday, January 25, 2004

life of buddy don, chaptur 101:
wakin up frum that strange amurkin dream


ifn ye ever smoked much of theevil weed n then quit, then ye probly noticed whut i eggsperientsed whenever me n emily moved over to frankfurt am main, west germany. las thang i wonted wuz sum kinda midnight eggspress add ventchur, so i dint even see could ye git inny over thar. turnt out ye could, but i still dint wonta risk it. point is, that meant i quit cold turkey the day i gut on the airplane to fly over. n that meant i started dreamin lack crazy.


dreams kin be torcherus thangs n mine wuz no differnt. i member one that had darlene in it whar virgil n i snuck into the plant out at carbide whar she wuz a'wurkin n i went into her offus n twuz lack she wuz eggpecktin me n nex thang ye know we wuz a'lyin in a big grassy field watchin the clouds. she wuz talkin bout how nice it felt bein thar with me n i wuz a'thankin how twood hurt her whenever i tole her bout me n emily bein marrd n how i wonted her to feel that hurt, but no matter how i tride, i jes couldnt find the wurds to brake into whut she wuz a'sayin. twuz as if i dint know the langwage. i woke up befor i could say innythang n i felt such frustrayshun at not bein able to say nuthin that i jumped n that woke emily.


as i walked to skool, i couldnt hep but wunder why yer subconshus or whutever tiz that makes ye dream, why wood it do ye thataway? i dint wont nuthin to do with darlene n dint wonta git no kinda revenge, so why wood i dream lack that n wake up frustrated that i couldnt say hurtful wurds? seemed lack quite a mystry. twuz the furst mundy in november that i had that dream n i member that on a counta whut happend later in the day at that dialectickull materialisum class.


as ye mite magine, whenever i gut started in skool over thar, they had set up sum activities fer the forn students whar they wood throw us all into a hat, so to speak, n see did we make friens. one of the furst thangs they dun wuz have this dinner fer us, with twuz at lunch time, n i met two fellas frum yugoslavia thar, one of em name of branimir n tuthern name of radmilo, witch thang bout them two is how they wuz frum the same cuntry, but they wuz as contrary as could be. branimir wuz frum the town of zagreb, witch he sed that made him a croat, witch ye say thatn 'crow-ott.' he wore blue jeans n boots n a leather jacket n he smoked marlboros. radmilo wore sum kinda uniform all the time n he wuz as strate as a bidy could git.


we had bofem over to eat on differnt occayshuns. radmilo wuz furst n pore thang, ye never met a stiffer fella. ever wurd wuz spoke keerful. he couldnt talk no english n he wuznt verr good at german, but ye kin always communicate ifn ye try. so we tempted to talk bout various thangs, but wuznt nuthin we had in common, not a book nor a movie nor music nor nuthin. he jes couldnt talk bout certain subjecks tho ye could see how he wuz curious, speshly bout the beatles, but when he sed he dint know nuthin bout em n dint need to know, whut could we say? thang wuz, after we had et n drunk us a lil beer, he gut relaxed jes a wee dab to whar ye could see he mite could turn into sumbidy innerestin. he wuz acktin so tuff n brave, but he jes wuznt. he wuz young n timid n scaird to deth of thangs. n he hated us fer noticin.


thangs wuz way differnt with branimir. he wuz a novelist n he splained how in his cuntry thangs wuznt lack folks thought. fer one thang, everbidy ackted lack they wuz a nayshun name of yugoslavia but twernt a nayshun a tall but a random divishun of a few nayshuns. n he splained how yugoslavias central gummint mite seem lack it had everthang under cuntrol, but jes beneath the surfus, he sed, thangs wuz happenin. corse we dint know much bout whut wuz a'goin on thar n whenever we add mitted it fer the furst time, branimir laffed n splained how murkins cum over to europe n ack lack wuznt nuthin goin on till they gut thar. n ever amurkin he had ever met had lived life lack twuz sum kinda dream about thar ownself.


that wuz the furst time we hurd sumbidy talk strate out bout us as dumb amurkins n we shoulda been reddy fer it, but we wuznt n it stung. but ye couldnt stay mad at branimir. he wuz a educayshun in how to live.


fer instunts, he splained how he had writ severul novels when he wuz a lil yunger n whenever he tried to git one of the later ones published, he had to send it off to the censors to read. he sed they wuz a big offishul name fer them censors, sumthin lack department of state information security department or sum such but twernt wurth puttin into his mouth since they wuznt nuthin but censors. they sent the book back n woodnt let him publish it. he splained how sum of his earlier novels had dun made it past the censors on a counta he had used irony n them censors wuz all blind toot, but by the time he had his new book, they had herd bout irony n rejeckted it jes in case they wuz inny in it. so branimir tuck out sum ads in the newspapers announcin his own funeral. he knew the jurnalism biz in a cynicull way so he had made up a lil press release splainin whut a loss twuz to the nayshun not to have this promissing yung novelis with em innymore. shore a nuff, the story grew legs n gut tuck up in a wire in the west n nex thang ye know, twuz a topick in the nayshunal press of yugoslavia. n thats when he called a jurnalist to protest bout how he wuznt ded a tall n that he could proov it. corse, twuz a huge sensayshun till it give im a chants to mentchun how he had writ a new novel. them censors couldnt do nuthin but let it git by too.


me n emily went with branimir to see bertholt brechts play name of die drei groschen oper one time, witch thats 'the three penny opry' in english. durin the innermishun thay wuz sum of em communist protesters n they gut up on the stage in tuck thar places in the jail cells on a counta twuz a scene with jail cells in it. then they gut to carryin on bout west germany bein a morderstadt or sumthin lack that. branimir wuz disgusted n he stood up n started yellin back at the students. he tole em how in his land dint nobidy have the freedum to protest nuthin n here they did n they oughta be thankful. one of em hollerd out whut wuz his land n he said he wuz frum croatia n pounded his fist into the air. then he sat down agin n turnt to me n emily n sed, cockin his head at the stage, 'babies.' then he splained how them babies wuz a'gonna be the verr thang they wuz claimin they hate whenever they grew up.


branimir splained how radmilo wuz really frum a differnt cuntry furm his. radmilo wuz frum belgrade, witch thats in a place name of serbia on a counta tiz full of serbs. as fer branimir, he wuz a croat frum croatia, witch he splained how sumday whenever the soviet union fell, his cuntry wood git independents frum so called yugoslavia n then he woodnt be in the same cuntry as radmilo. ye could tell he dint thank much of the serbs n he figgerd radmilo wuz a purrfeck eggzample of whut wuz wrong with em on a counta had we ever seen such a conformist? he claimed they dint have no courage n that made em weak n cruel.


hearin branimir talk bout the worl wuz jes part of the educayshun we wuz a'gittin in how folks sees thangs. we gut to here a lot more bout whut folks wuz thankin bout amurka. one time i wuz on the way over to one of them dinners n i run into this fella frum greece, witch i cant member ifn i ever gut to know him by name. we talked a lil on the walk over, long a nuff fer him to ast wuz i frum amurka n soons i add mitted it, he switched to talkin english, witch twuz one of the thangs folks dun fer two reasons: (1) they dont thank the average amurkin is smart a nuff to really larn sumbidy elses lingo n (2) they wonta practiss thar english. innywho, furst thang he sed wuz, 'you come from baby country.' i wuz a lil sprized, speshly how it stung me fer sum reason, so ast whut he meant n he splained how we wuznt but a lil over 200 years old. he sed how amurkins all thank theys so powerful n all, but tiz early in thar histry. he gut onto the topick of greece n how twuz 2,500 years old n had been the world empire at one time, but they had outgrown thar need fer imperialism.


i mite wooda wonted to talk to him bout greek cultchur, but he dint seem to wonta been seen with no amurkin, so i kep my distunts after that. i did end up at a table of folk that included him fer lunch that day, n he gut em speakin english rite away by pointin out how i wuznt able to do much else on a counta bein amurkin, but i tole em in german how i could speak german jes fine. twernt the case, but i dint wonta add mitt it, n thang wuz, dint nobidy give me a chants. they all wonted to practiss thar english, so thats whut we dun.


we gut to talkin bout the world situwayshun, mainly the cold war of corse, n it seemed lack frum the way they wuz carryin on, they figgerd the united states wuz the big danger in the world. finely i ast em wuz that whut they wuz trine to say? they looked at me lack i wuz crazy or jes nigh-eve. corse amurkas the big evil power, they sed, lack twuz a matter of fack that ye could look up in the encyclopeedia. so i ast whut about the soviet union, n they all sed how thar trine hard to be number one but they jes aint rich a nuff. twuz such a shock i shut up n listend n dint say a nuther wurd. 


but seems lack they wuz talkin at me, trine to cunvints me of sumthin, n twuz all bout the middle east, witch they gut to splainin how twuz the real problem in the worl. they kep at it till twuz lack i wuz back with darlene n daddy playin risk, ceptn they kep sayin that till amurka played fair with bof sides -- n they wuz all lookin at me lack i wuz amurka its ownself -- till we amurkins treated the palestinians same as the israelis, then thar woodnt be no peace. thay wuz a fella frum iran thar n a nuther frum saudi arabia n the greek n all three of em wuz jes shore the only real problem in the worl wus the middle east. the greek splained how twuznt long till thar woodnt be no soviet union nor no east block, but even after that, thay wood still be the middle east n twood be a problem long as amurka kep armin the israelis.


thang wuz, i had herd my daddy say the same thang bout the middle east. he sed relijun wuz a hole lot deeper n irrashunul than eke onomicks, so i dint try to change thar pinions n twoodnta matter ifn i had tride. nobidy changes thar mind in a argumint lack that, so i jes listend n the two thangs that wuz scary wuz (1) how thay dint hardly any two of em disagree the least whit n (2) how it made me so mad n how i wished we wuz on the rite side of thangs n how i wished i knew a nuff to defend our posishun, witch i dint know a nuff about to know wuz we on the rite side or not.


i gut to thanking bout the time with that fella name of 'said' at that party in knoxvull. everthang he had sed wuz jes assumed to be true by ever person at that table -- ceptn me. whar wuz they gittin thar informayshun? why wuz it that bof folks frum behin the iron curtain n folks frum the west agreed on everthang -- ceptn me.


innywho, ye kin see how bein in europe makes ye wonta know more bout whuts a'goin on in the worl, only ye jes cant keep up with everthang. purty soon, ye fine yerself lack i wuz that mundy in november, walkin to skool thankin bout a dream that dint mean nuthin, wunderin why my subconshus duz such a thang to me. twuz late in the day, after we waited out the mail man who dint git thar till near 9:30 sted of rite at 9:00 lack he dun mos times n had dun had sum knödel suppe n bred n cheese fer lunch n i had dun walked with emily to the post offus with a lil trip to the antiquariat on the way n i had dun kissed her goodbye at the corner of ginheimer n leipziger.


i gut to the bildin whar the class wuz held a lil early n went to stand out in the hall. i reckon ye mite could say i looked lack a hippy. my hair wuz down past my shoulders n my beard down to my breast bone n i wore blue jeans n boots n a ole cordaroy coat, so i reckon to them students i found standin out in the hall, i looked lack mayhap i mite even be a communist my ownself on a counta they wuz dressed purty much lack i wuz n ever one that could grow a beard had em one. they wuz as eggcited as i had ever seen em n soons they saw me cummin, they hedded my way.


one of em wuz carryin a lil paper name of die rote stern, witch that means the red star in english. twuz a cheap lookin paper lack ye mite speck frum yer nashnul enquirer but whut gut me wuz the hedline. i had to read it a cuple of times n then read the furst paragraph to make shore i wuz gittin it. twuz sumthin that had happend jes the day befor in iran. i dint know sum of the main wurds: Geisel, Botschaft, entführen, but i could unnerstand Diplomat jes fine. i looked up tutherns while they all waited, eggcited to see how i wood reack once i figgerd out whut had happend n purty soon i had it that the embassy in tehran had been attacked n the diplomatick staff tuck hostage.


i ast wuz that it n they all started cheerin n sed twuz it all rite n twuz the beginnin of the revolushun fer shore, the beginnin of the fall of amurka. they give me that thar newspaper n tole me i could have it n patted me on the back n ast me dint i thank twuz a wonderful thang? now ye mite wood thank they wood switch to english, but these wuz all them communists n they dint wonta study english. they wuz studyin russian or polish or other slavick langwages, so they kep chatterin away in german.


now ifn ye ever dun larned ye a forn langwage, then ye know how ye git to whar ye kin unnerstand whut folks is sayin long befor ye kin anser em back n twuz so then. i could unnerstand everthang they wuz a'sayin to me as they all stood in a circull round me: wernt it true we had 20% inflashun in armurka? n wuznt it so that couldnt no engineering graduwaits git jobs? dint we have racshul strife? dint folks in amurka tell polack n nigger jokes? n dint we have a histry of lynchin? n dint we all drive gas guzzlin cars n pollute the earth? wuznt we the ones that had that three mile island acksident? n wuznt i happy that the revolushun wuz started n we wuz a'gone be liberated frum the capitalist system? n wuznt it just n good how the mouse of iran had dun tripped the lion of amurka to git it all started? n they cheerd the iranian students.


i wonted so bad to tell em i wuznt happy, that twuz a awful thang that had happend, that my cuntry wuz not about to fall n that thar hole communist bleef system wuz bankrupt n yew name it, but i couldnt git a sangle sentents out.


finely i turnt n tuck off but they follerd n one of em ast me ifn twuz a shock to wake up frum the amurkin dream n fer sum reason that made me thank of that dream i had dun had the nite befor n how i couldnt say nuthin in it neethur. twuz the same feelin.


i dint go back to that class agin. i started goin to the histry of the novel class with emily, witch they wuz readin tobias smollet n i hadnt even known who he wuz till then. n i gut to readin a lil bout the worl n the middle east, a'trine to git a lil more educayted. n i rote n rote n rote, a trine to git sumthin started that wuz 'engagiert,' as the students wood say. twuz painful trine to wake up frum that strange amurkin dream whar we could bleeve we wuznt even part of the rest of the worl.