It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Monday, March 30, 2015

Rejected Titles For This Image

________________________________________________________________________________________________


© Oliverio
Image In Search Of A Title
(2015) 


1. It's A Man's World

2. It's A Bad Photograph

3. Are Those Really Her Initials?

4. Litter As Advertising

5. How Will His Fiance React To This?

6. Thank God There's Only 1 Hyperlink

7. Cerritos Avenue, 5AM

8. Eight Is Enough




 
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Sunday, March 29, 2015

A Stale Danish

________________________________________________________________________________________________

Paul Vlag Jensen received the 2014  Rungstedlund Award
for a book of poems  entitled  ULTIMATIVE GUDINDE.

Before you can say  Oliverio's esoterica has gone through the roof,
allow Oliverio to give a ground floor explanation.

The Danish poet has never been translated into English
nor has he ever set foot outside of Denmark.

The only recipient of the Rungstedlund Award
with global name value is  Meryl Streep.

She was the 1993 recipient for her portrayal
of  Karen Blixen  in  Out of Africa.

In American dollars, the award is approximately $4000.

To a reclusive poet, such as P.V. Jensen, that much money is a godsend.

If the title poem of  ULTIMATIVE GUDINDE
were translated into English, ninety percent of it
would duplicate word-for-word  (or word-for-synonym)
a poem that was written by a Vermont high school English teacher.

In 2003,  My Ultimate Goddess  was published in a poetry  e-zine
affiliated with Burlington University.

The editor of the now defunct online-only poetry magazine
was the estranged wife of P. V. Jensen.

For legal reasons, we cannot reveal the name
of the high school English teacher/poet.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________

 

Profanity, Pixilations, & Politics

________________________________________________________________________________________________

________________
________________________________
________________________________________________

© Oliverio
How I Earned 5000 Paranoia Points
And Birthed A Long Beach Exit Strategy
(2006)   

________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnotes
For legal reasons, PROFANITY, PIXILATIONS AND POLITICS is not
in the Photoverio series but you may submit an alternate caption.

The present caption was required by my therapist as an alternative
to smearing eggs on my face.  
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Add Your Own Caption

________________________________________________________________________________________________

________________
________________________________
________________________________________________

© Oliverio
TBD
________________
________________________________
________________________________________________ 

________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnotes
Submit your captions to this web site.
 
TBD  (To Be Determined) is dedicated to my fellow  Peetniks.
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Saturday, March 28, 2015

Photoverio © (#82): Lake Rorschach

________________________________________________________________________________________________


© Oliverio
Aqua Doodles
(2015) 

Penciled
Somewhere 
In the water

I think I see
Rorschach's
Daughter




The next
Rorschach
page is  here.
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Friday, March 27, 2015

Mickey Mou$e Is In The Hou$e

________________________________________________________________________________________________




                            1934 ‘Two-Gun Mickey’ black and white production cel.  Sold for $13,800.  Hake’s image. 
© Art Daily
Text below the title is verbatim

________________________________________________________________________________________________


Photoverio © (#81): Dirty Laundry

________________________________________________________________________________________________

© Oliverio
Under Their Spell
(2015) 





The pen and pencil set
Always makes me forget–

Though it, I love–
I must wash that glove
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Do Not Read This Page Unless You Are Me

________________________________________________________________________________________________







My therapist has demanded 

          I create this page.






 In the past month, I had not one  
but two truly transcendental moments.
Both of those moments involved a photograph.










The therapist also demanded

that not another word be posted on this page

other than to say, "Thank you, Uncle Dad."
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Mt. Follicle Inspiration Dilemma

________________________________________________________________________________________________

Bugs Bunny
Perforated






















Did THIS...................................................... inspire THAT

© Oliverio
My Personal Mt. Olympus




Half of the CarPeo Braintrust
requests that the  Mt. Follicle  page
be re-titled The Hair and The Hare

The  other half  is
a thick-headed
Bronx-born
Italian boy







________________________________________________________________________________________________


Pure Prine

________________________________________________________________________________________________


It was raining. It was cold
West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old

So he packed his bags and he headed out
To find out what the world's about

He went to France. He went to Spain
He found love. He found pain.

He found stores so he started to shop
But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop
Kids in trouble with the cops

From Israel didn't have no home
So he cut his hair and moved to Rome

It was there he met his Irish bride
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome...
Italy that is

Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money Changers,
Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks.

John Prine
Jesus, The Missing Years

Warning: the  video  is prefaced
by a 15 second non-skippable advert 
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Thursday, March 26, 2015

Another Petard: Jimmy, James, & Seth

________________________________________________________________________________________________






The newest crop


of late night


talk show hosts


has inspired


the Institute of Inane Research


to coign an uber-acronym



LDQ =


Lap Dog Quotient




________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnotes
Lap Dog Quotient is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

Not only will none of these three gentlemen ever tell a  Cornelius Gurlitt  joke,
but they are much too nice to even know who Mr. Gurlitt is.

As for the true identity of Gurlitt man, here's a hint:
he ranks very high on the George Clooney NIGHTMARE list.

About that hint: it should make complete sense if you dare to read
the Gurlitt link in its entirety, otherwise feel free to contact this site.

But in defense of the three smiley people on this page,
not even John Oliver has said a word about Gurlitt.

Morley Safer, who was not required to make jokes,
did a  ten minute video  on Gurlitt.

In defense of Mr. Clooney, Cornelius Gurlitt is  the ultimate nightmare
for every major Art Museum in the world.

The next Institute of Inane page is  here.

The next Gurlitt page is  there. 
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Quoting Paulette Petard: The First Thing...

________________________________________________________________________________________________

The first thing God created was Time.
If that was not true, How could 
we know when He did it?

The GoFather of Math bylaws–and the wrath of Mrs. CarPeo–
do not permit us to post an image of Ms. Petard.

However, we hereby present another quote from Ms. P:
God loves us when He has nothing better to do.

 © ©©©©©©©©©©© © 
________________________________________________________________________________________________


ONION NEWS Exclusive: If Not Sooner or Soonest

________________________________________________________________________________________________

Senior Citizen Keeps Mind Active By Contemplating Death
"The end is now. The end is not new!"



"It is just another thing
  you gotta do, like
  paying your taxes
  or just quoting
  Mark Twain."






 


In an effort to remain mentally sharp well into her golden years, 
local senior citizen Evelyn Gordon, 86, told reporters Thursday 
she keeps her mind active by regularly contemplating 
her rapidly approaching death....Gordon added that 
she has also taken to learning something new 
every day about the neurodegenerative 
diseases that will quite possibly 
claim her mind sometime soon, 
if not sooner or soonest.


"All the news that is worth creating"

 






Italic text below title is from............ONION NEWS.................



The next Onion page is  here.



________________________________________________________________________________________________


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

The Second Coming Finally Delivers Again.

________________________________________________________________________________________________


NO! He did not return as a Pope. He returned as a servant to the Ultimate Jesuit.

Jesus Christ returned to earth with a pizza.

The hand-made pizza will spend eternity
alongside  the heaven-sent spider
that visited the now-retired
Pope Benedict.
Pope Francis 

But what the Lord offered as  Holy Communion  
with the Pontiff was not meant to be eaten. 


That pizza will be preserved 
in a climate-controlled 
hermetically-sealed 
room beneath 
the Vatican.







To read more about Italy's Holy Trinity Pizza, click  here.









________________________________________________________________________________________________


The Winningest Hand

________________________________________________________________________________________________



Your hand is in the game 

The game has no name 

When results are the same.

But then you're dealt 

These cards that glow 

For the long shot 

You draw two:

One of them is 

The king of August 

Wearing a Cracker Barrel 

But it is all aces for you!

She leaps across the table 

She leaps across  3 time zones 

You  tell her It is not Heaven.

It is Heaven on Earth.



________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnote
THE WINNINGEST HAND is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Monday, March 23, 2015

My Daddy Done Told Me...

________________________________________________________________________________________________



He done told me Son 
Reincarnation is 
nothing but fun 

When I die 
and go into seed 

I'm coming back 
to earth as sea weed 

I know it is him 
right there on the jetty 

I say Dad, which pix of mine you like?

He say The ones from the Getty.

I say If someone wants to find them,
  who they gonna call? 

He say Tell 'em "Cruise the gallery of  Wall-2-Wall"
As for this photo you got of the now me,
Tell 'em it's copyrighted with an invisible © 

________________________________________________________________________________________________


Happy Birthday, Franny Glass! Thanks For The Memories

________________________________________________________________________________________________


New Yorker
(1955)
In, 1955 a short story by  J. D. Salinger
appeared in the New Yorker Magazine.

It had a one-word title that sounded like
Granny but soooo much younger
and sweeter.

Franny  never went anywhere without
her favorite book.

She even took it into the bathroom
and the allegedly intelligent date
from Yale was totally blind
when Franny had a
nervous breakdown.

It was the weekend of
the Yale-Harvard game.

How dare a girl try to distract
a Yalie from the most important football game of the Ivy League season.


CATCHER IN THE RYE,  Salinger's first published novel, had been published
four years earlier–in 1951–and it would change my life in too many ways to count.

In 1955, I was in love with  Dale Evans,  who only existed on a TV series and in my heart.

But I matured seriously in the next seven years and then had two loves:
Diana Ross and  Cher.  One of them was the supreme voice of the Supremes
while the other was attached to a thing called Sonny.

By then I had read CATCHER IN THE RYE five times and hated everything
that was "phony," which meant–more than anyone or anything else–I hated myself.

But I also read Salinger's
Where did Franny get her name?
2nd novel which had already been
published–in two parts–
in the New Yorker.

It was goodbye to Diana and Cher.

I formed a very exclusive fan club for Franny Glass.

No one but myself could be a member.

As for real girls or women, having affection
for any of them was something I let my friends do.

Real girls required such oddities as conversation
and caring and buying them dinner in order to
get them to unbutton their blouses.

I only believed in real love.

Paul Loves Franny Glass!

Franny was the youngest of seven supremely gifted siblings,
the offspring of vaudevillians Les and Bessie Glass.

One more precocious than the next but only one of them had a nervous breakdown.

In my dreams, I became Franny's doctor who prescribed
nothing more than some high quality hashish.

The more we smoked, the happier she got.

The more we smoked, the more naked we got.

If it wasn't for my dreams, I would have been a virgin on my 30th birthday.

Meanwhile, the next New Yorker page is  here
and the next Salinger/GoFather page is  there.         
________________________________________________________________________________________________


When You Climb Mt. Follicle

________________________________________________________________________________________________



When you get to the top,
Dance the boogie-woogie
or
listen to the title song from  Hair

________________________________________________________________________________________________


The Marriage-Saving Misunderstanding

________________________________________________________________________________________________

was married to T for three years before Mt. Vesuvius was about to blow.

All indicators determined this to be true
and all friends wished them a satisfying break-up.

Pondering the immediate future, considered suicide
the most viable option because his insurance company
would have given R a satisfying dollar amount.

His life insurance had an incredibly rare proviso that did not
deny payment for suicide.

The explanation for this was simple: T was the actuarial whiz
of the Milk of Motherhood Insurance Company.

Certain types of suicide paid a double indemnity.

Exactly one week before their third anniversary,  their entire alphabet
of friends and family could smell the lava fomenting irreversibly.

Just before the epicenter climaxed, however, T quoted THE POEM
and suddenly there was sunshine and tranquility where there
should have been  destruction and fatal enmity.

The poet was a lower-case man from Upper Silesia but the translation
into English was done by a New Jersey high school teacher.

However, the uber-love poem is a copyrighted thing and,
at this time, only paraphrasing can happen.

One verse described her beauty being strong enough
to make a man dream in stereo.

When their friends and family saw R and T celebrating
a third anniversary at  Harry's Bar in Rocky Point,
they thought imposters had assumed
the identities of R and T.

No way could there be such peace and romantic harmony
between these models of marital volcanic substance.   

Every night, for the course of three years, T would read a stanza,
a verse, or a single line from  THE POEM written by xyzski.

Every day, for the course of three years,
R and T were the role models of marital bliss.
 
Whenever married friends or family members were experiencing
discord, they asked T for some comforting words from
the Upper Silesian. He refused to oblige them.

Then he read a New York Times review of the  poet's
first anthology to be published in English.

The review included a historic reference to xyzski's
most popular verse: THE POEM.

Xyzski  wrote that love poem for his fecal offspring.

The toilet, unflushed and near-solid brown, inspired
what recited to miraculously save his marriage.

After reading the glowing review of new poems only
the reference to the fecal matter mattered to T.

Never again would he recite any part of THE POEM
to his beloved wife, who within weeks
of the non-recitation decision,
became T's ex-wife.

In the subsequent year, a handful of married people
within their circle of friends filed for divorce
because would quote THE POEM
and either the husband or wife–
but never both–would
become  her lover.

Adultery was the prevailing reason for each divorce
and R was exiled from the North Shore of Long Island.

Word has it, she moved to Nebraska only because
she could think of absolutely no reason
to not move to Nebraska.

As for T, nobody knows what happened to the man.

My guess: he was in the process of getting
an intelligence implant.

His refusal to reject the poetic medicine-miracle cure
was due to the learning process or whatever it is
that makes people read the New York Times.

A love poem is a love poem is a love poem
and if  it works repeatedly for anyone,
that person would be utterly stupid
to disconnect from the source
simply because of a detail
about the poem's creation.

The short form for the disease that inflicted
is TMI, as in Too Much Information.

Not only is ignorance sometimes bliss
but quite often it is essential for survival.
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Just The Two Of Us: LINDA

________________________________________________________________________________________________


Paul, I saw you did a page for Mommy.

Yes, Carol inspired it.

Tell her Thank you. We all like it.

By "We" who do you mean?

Everybody up here, especially Father Frank.

The most recent arrival. When did he die?
Now I remember: less than two years ago.

What a party that was. Not only
Nunna and Minnie cooked
but so did Julia Childs.

Really.





Oh, I hate this picture.
I look so goddam rollie-pollie.

You are waving to me,
every time I look at it.
Sorry,  Sister dear,
but I love it.

And I am really impressed
about the top image:
how humble it was 
for you to  crop yourself 
out of the picture.

It was one of those rare moments
when I was humble despite
the absence of a bullhorn.


 


I liked the original caption*
you had for this cameo 
picture of me in 
Nunna's yard.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.

  What's so funny?

Hearing you call your 
paternal grandmother 
Nunna.

That's right. We both 
thought "Nunna and Nanootz"
meant Mr. and Mrs. Knucklehead. 



Do you remember this one?

Sure, it was your Confirmation.
Why did you crop out Judy?

I am protecting her identity.
She is not an "Oliverio 2.0"

Father Frank claims you
got that phrase from him.
He called Daddy and Aunt Kay,
long after they died.


Don't believe everything
that priest says. I came up
with it on my own.
The dead Oliverios
seemed to be the only ones
who truly loved me.
It started with a picture
of Aunt Kay.

Did you know Aunt Kay
and Aunt Jean are 
inseparable?

It doesn't surprise me.
My father's sister
and my mother's sister
were both the most vital
forces of their families.

The time you flew 6000 miles
and drove Kay and Esther
60 miles to Rocky Point
to see Jean and Betty...


What about it?

Both your mother and father cried that day.

I'm honored. They cried but what about you.

I laughed but louder than usual.
EVERYTHING you do makes me laugh.

Nothing can make me happier
than to hear you say that, Sister.
But does that include the stuff I say
that really pisses off Carol?

Of course it does but it makes 
Father Frank roll over laughing.

Why?

Because it means she is gonna ultimately
learn what it truly means to be with an Oliverio.

I will be sure to tell her that.

Sorry, Brother, but I gotta go. Kiss Carol for me and for Eleanor and for Stanley.

 
________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnotes
The top two images are from Rocky Point and the middle image is from Cedarhurst.

The bottom two images are both from Whitestone.

The former was taken in the backyard and is the only surviving
image of  myself with BOTH sisters.

The full image is posted on the absolute bottom
of every  GoodFather of Math  page.

The latter is from the front yard with the original surviving
snapshot being no bigger than what you see here
but, in 2004, "Kinko's" both enlarged
and colorized it.

Then I had it framed.

It is mounted on the wall,  within inches of this desk.

The next Linda page is  here.

The equivalent of "Just the Two of Us: Sam" is  there.
________________________________________________________________________________________________

Can You Name The Artist?

________________________________________________________________________________________________


Unknown
White Sands of Fire Island
(2011) 
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Judge Judy Judgment Censored By Sponsors

________________________________________________________________________________________________





The  Institute of Inane Research  has discovered 
the manuscript of a  JUDGE JUDY   case 
never saw the light of the cameras.

The case of Gentry vs Gentry resulted in 
a bombastic alimony settlement.

The numbers involved have been the subject 
of scholarly investigation: record-breaking 
division of property upon divorce 
proceedings brought about 
by nothing more than 
a Saturday visit 
to a store.


THE VERDICT
It is undeniably cruel and unusual punishment when a husband 
    demands a wife  accompany him into a Walmart store. 

Michael Gentry, who had copyrighted the common comma ( , )  
had accumulated a personal worth of $400 million.

Vanessa Arlen, a Burbank waitress, had a personal worth of $542.19 
when she married Michael at St. Fidelis RC Church on October 11, 2010.

As a result of the verdict, for all intents and purposes, the personal worth 
of the husband and wife have been reversed. 

But Mr. Gentry has been  offered a job as a Walmart greeter 
at the location of his choice.

The  next Institute of Inane page is  here.
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Sunday, March 22, 2015

505 x 5 = 2525 = Zager & Evans

________________________________________________________________________________________________


Zager & Evans
The #1 song of 1969

  In the year 2525
  If man is still alive
  If woman can survive...
 
  ...
  ...
  ...

  In the year 8510
  God is gonna shake
  His mighty head again
 
  He'll either say,
"I'm pleased where man has been"
  Or tear it down, and start again




________________________________________________________________________________________________


While Listening To Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands

________________________________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________

Her slide-rule smile
and silhouette logic
with geranium footsteps
then the light turned green

My florentine focus
and vinyl wishes
with strawberry punctuation
across scene

Our cucumber fire
with glad-handed good-bye
and exit eyes
what does it mean?

Her warehouse hides my Arabian drums
_______________________________________
________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnote
WHILE LISTENING TO SAD-EYED LADY OF THE LOWLANDS
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

________________________________________________________________________________________________

 

Photoverio © (#80): December, 2008

________________________________________________________________________________________________


© Oliverio
December 2008:
My five mile Firenze walk  
She stared at me
as I walked by
niched against
the Italian sky.

Firenze
the natives
call it.

Florence
the world
calls it.

On the banks
of the River Arno

Where  Dante
found Beatrice

Where Dante
rolled the dice

Sometimes,
he won Paradise.

Sometimes,
he lost.

To her I did not say
Scusi, mi parlo
solo Igles

She spoke my language.

She was my Divine Comedy

Now, I must read the book. 
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Just The Two Of Us: Grace

________________________________________________________________________________________________


I am now fifteen years older than my mother ever lived and
at least  forty years older than when she took this picture.
If I stare at it long enough than I am on my knees,
looking through a keyhole and all
I want to say is  I'm sorry.


Until my last breath, I will always be her little boy
But Paul,
you did 
nothing 
wrong.

What would 
you like for 
dinner?

For you 
to repeat
that statement
100 times
or say anything
that comes to mind.

But Paul,
you did 
nothing 
wrong?

What would 
you like for 
dinner.

Again

But Paul,
you did 
nothing 
wrong.

What would 
you like for 
dinner?









________________________________________________________________________________________________


The Andrew Loog OldHam Diary

________________________________________________________________________________________________


The  Institute of Inane Research  has discovered fragments of a 1963 diary
kept by Andrew Loog Oldham, who famously managed this British rock band.




In 2014, Mr. Oldham was inducted into
the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.


















April 11, 1963 
Four boys approached me.
They wanted to form a barbershop quartet.


I said NO!
Maybe a pickpocket quartet.






April 22, 1963 
I introduce the four boys to  Brian Jones.

Brian plays twelve different instruments 
and believes God sits at Muddy Waters' right hand.

He has a name for the band, the Rolling Stones.
He teaches Michael Jagger how to dance.
He teaches Keith Richards 
how to play blues guitar.








November 10, 1963 
The band has written a song 
(Can't Get No) Sleepification.

It needs work 
but it has a great beat.

The next Institute of Inane page is  here.

Another Andrew Oldham page is  there.
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Photoverio © (#79): Power Source

________________________________________________________________________________________________


© Oliverio
Saturday Sony Cyber Shot Mission #5
(3/14/15) 



Let them shout from the lowest gutter
Let them shout from the highest steeple
We'll help them when they sputter
Power to the people

Give it to them black or white
Give it to them short or tall
We'll let them see the light
Utility bills for one & all 

  






________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnote
POWER SOURCE is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
________________________________________________________________________________________________

When This One Meets That One

________________________________________________________________________________________________




THAT

WILL

BE

THE

DAY

when the heavens


ERUPT

ONCE

WHEN

THEY

WAS

YOUNG

I get twisted of tongue


Grace the Elder
+
Eleanor the Always

will stop rolling dice


The Stanley
+
The Sam

will say  Oh Man, It Just Had To Happen
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Time Out Time In

________________________________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________

He and she both quibble and doubt
every other day
they need a time out

Regarding the other
neither can do without
even with the quibbles
even with the shout

Last night to the other
both said Go To Hell
next morning with a smile
they'll say Are You Well

Regarding the other
neither can do without
as if tiny children
they always need a time out
Last week to the other
both said May Your Death Soon Come
this week peace will be offered 
with strawberry chewing gum
His breath is her breath
whether they hear it or not
her life is his life
whether cold or hot

They will always parry
they will always bother
 they will always Hail Mary
they will always Our Father

Next to the swan
with the waterfall was this
they can hate with white heat
but there is the white kiss

 
_______________________________________
________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Footnote
TIME OUT TIME IN is the copyrighted property of LCSoL. 
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Saturday, March 21, 2015

Two Gods & Twelve Strings

________________________________________________________________________________________________


Buddy Guy



 Eric Clapton  
had this to say about Buddy Guy:


When two guitar Gods met on stage, in 1968,
the musical vision was so strong, the video quality 
leaves much to be desired but your ears will react 
as if they were wearing high heal sneakers.



________________________________________________________________________________________________

The Poem That Wouldn't

________________________________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________

The poem would not come down from the tree

thought it was a cat who wanted to be free

free of rhyme, free of meter

but somebody has to feed her

verse for verse, kiss for kiss

this for that, that for this
_______________________________________
________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Footnote
THE POEM THAT WOULDN'T is the copyrighted property of LCSoL. 
________________________________________________________________________________________________


4 Letters Of Alphabet = 9 Digit Bank Account

________________________________________________________________________________________________

J Z  Jay Z has gotten tremendous mileage regarding the N-word.
Translating that sentence into  GodFather of Math  lingo... 
M (J + Z + N)  = a personal wealth exceeding $500 million 
where stands for Marketing**

The quote is from  here.
I do not mean to make light 
of the very controversial N-word. 

And I most sincerely appreciate that– 
partially due to Mr. Z's investment– 
The Great Gatsby  is more   
famous now than at any   
time in its history.  

Unfortunately, the author of the novel– 
F. Scott Fitzgerald–never achieved   
one thousandth of Z-wealth.*

The book is now ninety years old.  


Regarding the power of the N-word, this is what Mr. Z had to say to Oprah Winfrey:

For our generation, what we did, 
we took  the word and we took 
the power out of that word...
 
Ms. Winfrey is obviously not from the same generation but there is another book
that is slightly older than half the age of  Fitzgerald's novel 
that should have entered their discussion.



Dick Gregory


If only Mr. Z's "generation" was intelligent enough 
originally published in 1964.

The title of which contained 
more than the letter N

If only this New York Times-quoting 
white boy had the courage to present
the  cover image  of Mr. Gregory's 
life story with the author's quote.

Well...say hello to courage:


 




Update: February 2, 2015
Dick Gregory received a star on 
the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Update: March 21, 2015 
My first wish, at this time, is that Mr. Z enlightens his generation by making
a bio-pic of  a serious survivor of the Civil Rights movement:
eighty-five year-old Dick Gregory.

*
My second wish is that Jay Z has somewhere, somehow managed to say
that the  stands for Zelda, as in Zelda Fitzgerald.

But the fact is that over the span of his lifetime, the total taxable income
declared by Scott Fitzgerald was  $449, 713.

**
And the Market has a need for  Reciproculture.
________________________________________________________________________________________________


DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE: The Sequel

________________________________________________________________________________________________


Jefferson's Barlow's
full text is  here.
 it was his name–not his intention–to set the Bar Low
 when declaring cyberspace more blanketing than snow

 more pure than snow, it's independence must grow

 to make the world a better place...the 1996 manifesto read
(in the words of a songsmith for the Grateful Dead)

 But this author was dead serious
 about technology becoming imperious

 with no government need to tame it
 let the saints of Silicon Valley claim it

 it sounds like science fiction
 fraught with prediction
 of life without friction

 enough of silly rhymes and Silicon boast
 let’s quote the  Washington Post:


Part of this belief system’s appeal was its ability to combine 
a host of sometimes incompatible ideas: radical individualism and digital community;
neoliberal, free-market capitalism and an Internet industry pioneered by government grants;
spiritual truth-seeking and corporate conformity. For hackers turned systems engineers 
or graffiti artists turned graphic designers, it held great appeal. 

It promised that they had value and might make the world a better place. 
Joining Microsoft or AOL didn’t mean selling out; it just meant recalibrating
one’s sense of how utopia might be achieved.


This is the first fifty words.
There are nearly eight hundred more...





At the end, 
he exhorts the Internet to 
be more humane 
and fair than the world 
your governments 
have made before.
________________________________________________________________________________________________


Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Rooftop Puppet Theater

________________________________________________________________________________________________

Featuring:

   Pepe................Skinny................Honky
© Oliverio
Cycle 2007

Honky Wheeler: The audience applauds with water.

Skinny Middle: Why?

Pepe Shortman: Not Why  but  Wow!


Honky: Pepe's right, Skinny. Don't ask questions
             when it is easy to just appreciate responses.

Skinny: Why?

Pepe: When will she ever learn?

Skinny: Learn what?

Honky: Pepe, jump my wheel and let's
             leave her here.

Pepe: Good idea, Honkster.

Skinny: Why is it a good idea?

________________________________________________________________________________________________