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

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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 laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, November 29, 2018

I Am Willing To Go Dutch With This Idea

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A sixty-nine year-old Dutch man,
noting that advanced thinkers
think gender fluidity is real,
wondered why not age, too,
and demanded that all records
of his birthdate
be revised to say he is 49
because that is how he "feels."
***

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Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Four Images That May Or May Not Disappear From This Page

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The Highlighted And Historical Origin Of Sweet Little Sixteen

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Francois de Chateaubriand
The Phantom of Love
(1833) 
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Sunday, November 25, 2018

Another DJ-Verio Playlist ... #857142 ... Ginger And Fred

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Nothing's impossible
I have found
when my chin
is on the ground
I pick myself up
dust myself off
and start all over again
***

JEROME KERN

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To Get To That Special Place

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Bravado and Humility
had a race

The finish line
was a special place

No one thought Humilty
had a chance
until Bravado
did a dance

In sight
of the finish line
he grabbed
a bottle of wine

Bravado danced the Ego Boogie

At the "loser"
he threw an egg
but in the process
Bravado broke a leg

!!!

One hour later someone greater
—Humility—
passed him by
while the crowd
let out a wild cry

Humility crossed
the finish line
and what's more
he drank the victory wine
through a straw 
  ***


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Footnotes
TO GET TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL

A variation of this poem
was written approximately
twenty-five years ago

This poem was written approximately
twenty-five minutes ago
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Half-Wit And The Hole Numbers

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some mornings
i count up to ten
before inventing
a reason
to get out of bed

but all the fractions
between
one and two
defy invention

they could fill a hole
***

(2005)

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Footnote
HALF-WIT AND THE HOLE NUMBERS
is the copyrighted property
of LCSoL
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Friday, November 23, 2018

Photoverio #350: The Colorado Lagoon

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© Oliverio
Bleached and Fenced
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Psssst...Anybody Out There Want A Piano?

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We call it
PIANO CAMAFLAGIO
 ⬇︎

***


Here is a side view
⬇︎


***


Here is a naked view
⬇︎


***

Direct all inquiries
to this website

Flora and tarp
not included
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Thursday, November 22, 2018

Q And A ... With Mr. CarPeo


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Mr. Cyberspace:
Are you jealous
of these statistics
from Mrs. CarPeo's
website?

Mr. CarPeo:
No, Sir.
I am very proud
of her stats.

Mr. Cyberspace:
How proud are you?

Mr. CarPeo:
On a scale of
one to a thousand:
just multiply all
the numbers listed
on Mrs. CarPeo's
stat sheet and then
subtract seven.

Mr. Cyberspace:
Why did you post 
her  stats today?

Mr. CarPeo:
Because today is our Sixth Anniversary.

Mr. Cyberspace:
Do you have anything more
to say?

Mr. CarPeo:
Yes.
I hope our relationship lasts
long enough to share at least
five thousand compliments.  
 
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Footnote
This page is dedicated to John Fitzgerald Kennedy
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Photoverio #349: Outside My Door (2005)

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© Oliverio
Hazeburg Power Lines
 
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Footnotes
Eight photographs from The Hazeburg Sequence
can be found in the  2-DIE-4 Photo Gallery
a/k/a
the bottom half of The GoodFather of Math
website

The image above may have appeared in
the bottom (or top) half of
The GodFather of Math
website  
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There Is More To The Name Than Meets The Dish

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My doctor
played the game of
"Word Association"
with me and said
CHATEAUBRIAND

My response was
Upscale Steak Dish

Then he showed me
this image:
I said
It looks more funeral
than edible

My doctor said
You need some brain food

He immediately prescribed
a different kind of
Chateaubriand

It was a book:


Despite the title
and the excessively
dark image,
there is nothing
in this book
to remind me of
Dracula
but there is enough
in the first seventy pages
to remind me
of virtually every
quality author born after
the eighteenth century

Below is a sample quote from
Francois Rene de Chateaubriand


 
A sweet and succinct
Love Story
from Chateaubriand
is
here 
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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

PhotoVerio #348: Counterpoint Images ... Before + After Steroids

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⬆︎
Before taking steroids


After taking steroids
⬇︎

 © Oliverio (2x)


The Before image,
originally posted
as Photoverio #74,
was titled SAIL AWAY
because it is
an oil slick
from a sailboat
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Monday, November 19, 2018

From A George Carlin Riff To A Pair Of George Carlin Quotes

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A treasure trove 
of Carlin quotes
are
here 

The next
GoFather/Carlin
page is
there 
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Sunday, November 18, 2018

All That Jazzy Lingo ... The Genuine Genius Of George Carlin

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I am a modern man,
A man for the millennium,
Digital and smoke free.

A diversified, multi-cultural,
Post-modern deconstructionist;
Politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect.

I’ve been uplinked and downloaded,
I’ve been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing,
I know the downside of upgrading.

I’m a high-tech low-life.
A cutting edge, state-of-the-art,
Bi-coastal multi-tasker,
And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I’m new-wave, but I’m old school;
And my inner child is outward bound.

I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking,
Warm-hearted cool customer;
Voice activated and bio-degradable.

I interface with my database;
My database is in cyberspace;
So I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive,
And from time to time I’m radioactive.


Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve,
Ridin' the wave, dodgin' the bullet
Pushin' the envelope.

I’m on point, on task, on message,
And off drugs.

I’ve got no need for coke and speed;
I've got no urge to binge and purge.

I’m in the moment, on the edge,
Over the top, but under the radar.

A high-concept, low-profile,
Medium-range ballistic missionary.

A street-wise smart bomb.
A top-gun bottom-feeder.

I wear power ties, I tell power lies,
I take power naps, I run victory laps.

I’m a totally ongoing, big-foot, slam-dunk,
Rainmaker with a pro-active outreach.

A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic;
Out of rehab and in denial.

I’ve got a personal trainer,
A personal shopper,
A personal assistant,
And a personal agenda.

You can’t shut me up;
You can’t dumb me down.

Cause I’m tireless and I’m wireless.
I’m an alpha-male on beta-blockers.

I’m a non-believer,
An over-achiever;
Laid-back and fashion-forward.
Up-front, down-home;
Low-rent, high-maintenance.

I'm super-sized, long-lasting,
High-definition, fast-acting,
Oven-ready and built to last.

A hands-on, footloose, knee-jerk head case;
Prematurely post-traumatic,
And I have a love child that sends me hate-mail.

But I’m feeling, I’m caring,
I’m healing, I’m sharing.
A supportive, bonding, nurturing
Primary care-giver.


My output is down,but my income is up.

I take a short position on the long bond,

And my revenue stream has its own cash flow.



I read junk mail,
I eat junk food,

I buy junk bonds, and I watch trash sports.



I’m gender-specific, capital-intensive,

User-friendly and lactose-intolerant.



I like rough sex.
I like tough love.

I use the f-word in my email.

And the software on my hard drive

Is hard-core -- no soft porn.



I bought a microwave at a mini-mall.

I bought a mini-van at a mega-store.

I eat fast food in the slow lane.


I’m toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear,

And I come in all sizes.



A fully equipped, factory-authorized

Hospital-tested, clinically proven,

Scientifically formulated medical miracle.



I’ve been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated,

Pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged,

Post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped

And vacuum-packed.

And... 
I have an unlimited broadband capacity.



I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal.

Lean and mean.

Cocked, locked and ready to rock

Rough, tough and hard to bluff.



I take it slow, I go with the flow,

I ride with the tide.
I’ve got glide in my stride.



Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinnin'

Jivin' and groovin', wailin' and winnin'.


I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose.

I keep the pedal to the metal

And the rubber on the road.
I party hearty and lunchtime is crunch time.


I’m hangin' in, there ain’t no doubt;

And I’m hangin' tough.


Over and out!

***


My next Carlin page is here  

 
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Saturday, November 17, 2018

Pick One ➞ Time On Your Hands ... OR ... Time On Your Neck

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the patrons
(a/k/a Kienholzians)
would pick the latter

At the Beanery,
it is always
ten minutes after ten
and everyone comes
face-to-face
with that
fact 

Ed Kienholz
The Beanery
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An Edict Only She Can Issue

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11/14/18

The next
GoFather/Trump
page is
here
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Her Name Is BLUEBERRY And She Is Not Loitering

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Blueberry is a female peacock,
better known as a peahen

She is facing her home
in the apartment complex

But she will probably
short hop down to 
the parking lot
on the ivy side
of the wall
if there is a barista
from the unseen coffeehouse
approaching with a feedbag

© Oliverio
The Park Avenue Bux
90804 
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Thursday, November 15, 2018

My Never-Ending Impersonation Of Edward Weston

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Not the master's
but the student's
Black and Yellow
vegetable

© Oliverio
Napa Cabbagio
#7 
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Why We Are Justified For Being Jittery About "Junior"

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Excerpted from
The Washington Post

The next
GoFather/Trump
page is
here
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The 111th Bullet: Updating An Andre Agassi Advertising Slogan

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Once upon a time,
it was said that
IMAGE IS EVERYTHING

Today, it can be said that
IMAGE
— PLUS 140 CHARACTERS —
IS EVERYTHING


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 Footnotes
THE 111th BULLET 
is the copyrighted property of  LCSoL.
 
Only the first 45 Bullets are linked together
because we do not want to make life easy
for our favorite thieves.
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Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Photoverio #347: Silverlake

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© Oliverio
Sun Setting
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A Poem Written By A Hibiscus In Full Bloom

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© Oliverio
Miss Hibiscus
Let the rose
have all the poetry

Let the rose 
have heaven-sent scent
and a sacred place
in every culture

But I'll bet every cent
and every dollar
that if you put us
in a beauty contest

Blindfolding the judges
to the poetry and
the heaven-sent scent

I would win

Despite giving
a speech where I
care not one iota
about world peace or
saving the children:

All I want is
an occasional drink of water

*
*
*

Sister "Smokey" Hibiscu
channels the Miracles







A POEM WRITTEN BY
       A HIBISCUS IN FULL BLOOM
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL









⬅︎ © Oliverio




 
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Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Frances Steerling Poem: Dazzled And Delighted By Dvorak

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Between the wind and the strings
the pulse pounds
percussively

But
you cannot count
the points
between
the point and the counterpoint

The
 distance
does diminish
as your eyes
dance across
the landscape

 Then
:::
beyond
the counterpoint
finessing through
the final movement
 
your ears
count
≈ one hundred twenty ≈

and 
there it is:
 the birthplace  
of

***

FRANCES STEERLING

⬇︎
⬇︎
⬇︎

Antonin Dvorak composed his 7th Symphony
in 1884.

In 1965,
Lennon/McCartney composed
Norwegian Wood.
    
Thus,
Frances Steerling said
"Dvorak is the GodFather of the Beatles."

According to
The Institute of Inane Research,  
three Beatles wanted Antonin Dvorak
on the Sgt. Peppers album cover
but Paul McCartney
vetoed the idea

The only people who read
Dazzled and Delighted by Dvorak
were required by the poet
to read it aloud

The next
Frances Steerling
page is
here 

The next
GoFather/Beatles
page is
there


The next Dvorak page
is on another website

Thank you for reading this far
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Monday, November 12, 2018

Photoverio #346: A Frondly Encounter [sic sic sic]

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© Oliverio
 We can't go on
meeting like this

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Footnotes
This page would not exist
without my smarter half.

If you add the letter k
to each of the bracketed words
in the title,
this is what you get.

The next
"We can't go on"
page is
here 
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Saturday, November 10, 2018

Anything For A Laugh

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The apple tree
in my shoe
clashed with my sock

The colors did not match
but the comfort
was there

The other shoe
did not have
an apple tree
so I walked
on a tilt

I walked funny

Anything for a laugh

***



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Footnote
ANYTHING FOR A LAUGH
is the copyrighted property
of LCSoL
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Larry And His Form-Fitting Taco Shell

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© CarPeos
Inspired by his Mother
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Another DJ-Verio Playlist ... #714285 ... From A Switchblade Diva

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Casey Scott
Long Night #3652
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Dining At The Periodic Table

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The Golden Burger 
is served with
flourine fries
and a side
of tungsten salad
slithered with
radium radish

Served
on a tin plate
and eaten
with zirconium zeal 

For dessert,
there is palladium pie
with
a silver apple

Come back tomorrow
for our Special K breakfast:
Krypton Korn Flakes

Guaranteed to make you
stronger than Superman

Come back tomorrow
unless your stomach
gets mispellt
and becomes
a led zeppelin

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Footnotes
DINING AT THE PERIODIC TABLE
is the copyrighted property
of LCSoL

If you dine at Golden Burger
and eat something other than
what is on the periodic menu,
you will still be
a happy camper
but you will not
become stronger than
Superman
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On An Irish Road With Poetic License And Somebody's UNCLE

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UNCLE WHISPERED,
 "Easy, easy, girl," to the mare,
though she was standing calmly,
and said to me over his shoulder
in a suddenly loud voice:
"A hangman lived there."

 He stamped on the shaft,
and we rattled on through
a cutting wind.

UNCLE SHIVERED
pulling down his cap
to hide his ears;
but the mare was like
a clumsy statue trotting,
and all the demons of my stories,
if they trotted by her side
or crowded together
and grinned into her eyes,
would not make her
shake her head or hurry.

"I wish he'd have hung Mrs Jesus,"
UNCLE SAID.

Between hymns
he cursed the mare in Welsh.
The white house was left behind,
the light and the hill were swallowed up.
"Nobody lives there now,"
he said.

***
The Peaches


DT 


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Footnotes
was inspired by Mr. Thomas
to change his name
and then change
the world

Poetic license enabled me
to change the format
from prose to verse
with extra caps
and italics

But the words
are Dylan Thomas
verbatim
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