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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Saturday, July 30, 2022

According To The Institute Of Inane Research ...

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In Biblical times,
were banished
to the desert
with only a pencil
and a puzzle pad

They could only count
up to nine
and they did so
many, many times
***

©  PAUL OLIVERIO  ©

***
 
is a subsidiary of the

You are presently reading
Part Six
of the Trilogy
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I Wish I Was On Long Island This Weekend Because ...

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I would attend
this Theater-in-the-Park event
featuring original music by
This imperfect image is worth two hyperlinks 
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© A Dumb Joke ©

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QUESTION:
Why is today
almost equal to
Eight O'Clock?

ANSWER:
Because today is
July 30th
also known as
7/30
which is 
also known as
Seven Thirty
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Friday, July 29, 2022

Always Room For Another JOHN CHEEVER Quote

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*
If I should love my enemy,
surely I should love
my brother.
***

The Journals of ...
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Thursday, July 28, 2022

If Plumbing Equipment Could Talk ...

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We're ready for the Rest Home
© Oliverio
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More Poetry From Hooda Helami ... Page Two Of Two

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The Poet's song
was half-sung
when Providence
bit his tongue

One man jeered
all others cheered
as if they knew
what the Poet
meant to do

Leave them thinking
—their eyes blinking—
(or winking)
with a sodden dove
in the rain of love
***
 
© HOODA HELAMI ©
Alter Ego #142857 
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More Poetry From Hooda Helami ... Page One Of Two

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Overwhelmed with humility,
The Emerald thought
he was a pigeon
and flew onto
her brooch
***
Alter Ego #142857
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Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Photoverio #721: If Bellflowers Could Talk

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© Oliverio
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Posted Exactly As It Was Photographed

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Why the Hell
is he doing this
???
All I will say
(until after the facelift)
is
≈ Mile 2600 of 3200 ≈
[2015]
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Today, Somebody's Getting A Facelift

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Not me
but she is Mine:

Her name is 
MacBooky PROliverio
 
Tonight,
somebody may be
doing a lot of
thumb-sucking
 
Not Macbooky
but Me
because her facelift
may be an overnight procedure
and I will be without
my desktop,
a/k/a
"my heroin"

My android phone
does not have
enough smarts
to fill my evening

Neither does my television
but my girlfriend
has enough intelligence
to know when to stop
talking to Paul
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Speaking Of Franz Kafka

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Besides being buggy about Kafka,
I bought this book in 1977
because
I liked the design
 
Many years later,
I got to thank the designer
and praise the bejesus
for Kafka's novel
 
The book designer is 
and she spends 
five hours weekly
on the telephone
with her best friend
who is better known as
Mrs. CarPeo   ________________________________________________________________________________________________

Franz Kafka Was Here (Comic Relief #4572)

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GARY LARSON
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Tuesday, July 26, 2022

Despite Apperances, This Is Not A Beheading

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There appears to be
a bowl of popcorn
above the bouquet.
 
Such finger food
is very popular
at public be-headings.

 
Preliminary 
bloodstains
smear the wall
behind 
Stony the Gnome
 
 
The guillotine blade is within inches
of his placid bearded face.
 
 
But all of the above is illusion
***
The popcorn is actually a bounty
of baby's breath: a standard presence
in bouquets.
 
The blade, in fact, has a conical base
which is partially visible in lower-left
corner of image.

Only half of a very soft,
collapsible blade is visible.
 
Both halves of the blade
are coated with an iridescence
that somehow manages
to keep house flies a safe distance
from whatever surface the device
is placed upon.
(Your patio table, for example.)
 
It is battery-operated
and works remarkably well.
 
The fan makes picnic potato salad
taste like real potato salad
as opposed to tasting like
a landing platform
for house flies
and their microscopic
fecal droppings.
 
Before we bought the fan, it was impossible 
to enjoy outdoor Summer meals
because flies and other insect hazards 
were omni-present in our backyard.

Actually, we have two bug fans
because I like the stereo effect
of their horizontal windmilling.

Despite appearances, this is not an advert
for  "bug fans" but I would be lying
if I told you the product
is NOT available
at Rite-Aid. 
***
 
© PAUL OLIVERIO ©
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The 172nd Bullet: Anger Mis-Management

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If anger is
your co-pilot,
prepare for
a crash-landing.
  
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Footnote
is the copyrighted property
of LCSoL

This bullet has been
posted before.
 
It behooves me
to say
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Thank You, Mr. Bennet, For This Definition Of An Editor

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A writer is a guy
in a hospital
wearing one of those gowns
that's open in the back.
An editor is walking 
behind the writer,
making sure that no one 
can see his ass.
***
 
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Monday, July 25, 2022

If Roses And Carnations Could Speak In Cliches

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"We certainly have seen better days"
© Photoverio #621.5
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Sunday, July 24, 2022

The Funeral Parlor ... A Poem By The Inimitable Hooda Helami

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She grieves when grief
is on the dance card

She cries on cue
when the deceased
is in view

Preparing her exit 
with midnight thoughts
about whose pants
will adorn
her bedpost

The deceased 
would have thought
the same thing
if she was on view
***

Nothing draped
the bedpost
that night

She dreamt about
finding 
a deceased t-shirt
under her pillow
***
 
© HOODA HELAMI ©
Alter Ego #142857 
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Saturday, July 23, 2022

A Poem Excluding The Talented Tenth Of The Entire Population

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Everything you say
is either automated
or banal
 
Talking to you
 Yikes!
 
I'd rather have
root canal
 
©  PAUL OLIVERIO  
With Mrs. CarPeo's Punchline
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The "Generation" That Has The WRONG NAME

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There is no question
that I am from 
the "Sixties"
 
I refer to
the sixth decade
of the 20th Century
 
I am referring to  
a time period
when I said
"Wow"
a lot
 
As opposed to the year
2022
when I say 
"Ow"
a lot
 
Defining a "generation"
is, in truth,
nothing more than journalists
playing jabberwocky
with language
 
And it is most most likely
American Journalists
that are the guilty party
because they have 
an unforgivable fetish
to label everything
 
Generations,
we are told,
occur every twenty years
 
The generation
following mine
is called the 
"X Generation"
 
Like "Sixties,"
X is very difficult
to misspell
 
However,
the people who came of age
twenty years
after the X people
are the MILLENNIALS
 
They came of age
after the year 2000
 
But
a very large number
of such people
cannot correctly spell
MILLENNIAL
 
 A word with
three L's +
two N's + two I's
+ two other vowels
with an initial M
is a herculean task to spell
for any human
 
Therefore,
they need a better name
and exactly one
is available
when you remember
what mega-major event
happened
shortly after
"the year 2000"
 
[If you cannot remember
what happened
on a balmy Tuesday
in September
of the following year
you would be better off
switching to a blog 
that is exclusively
pictures of
funny-looking cats
or cute infants
or recipes for
cannoli]
 
The mis-named Millennials
are the 
9/11-ers
 
They should be named
for the only day in history
that is remembered by a fraction:
9/11
 
There is amazing specificity
to naming an entire generation
after an individual day
that everyone
from every other generation
should ooze with jealousy
 
Naming generations
is primarily
a peculiarity unique
to American culture
 
Then
—obviously—
the people who came of age
twenty years after
the 9/11-ers
are 
most accurately dubbed
 the January 6-ers
and they are worth  
praying for
🙏🙏

I will posit
—twenty years in advance—
that the
January 6-ers
will be followed by
"the Dust Bin Generation"
because we all might be
reduced to dust
by then
 
But don't let this prediction
depress you:
kiss somebody in your family
or 
go hug a friend
or
make a stranger laugh
as often as possible
just to prove 
this prediction wrong
 
But I am certainly 
not wrong about
the
9/11-ers 
 
***
 
©  PAUL OLIVERIO  ©
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Resolving My Tax Nightmare ... Memories Of Kathy Chase

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When Washington Mutual
(commonly known as WaMu)
went defunct in  2008
—as did 2008 other banks—
the branch in Belmont Shore
re-branded as 
and one of its tellers
was named Kathy
 
To say she was beloved
by her colleagues
is gross understatement:
 
Middle-aged Kathy
began working for CHASE
as a teenager
and she knew everything
anyone needed to know
about the bank's operations
 
Every fellow employee
—including the bank officers—
would seek her advise
at one time or another
 
YET
the most stunning thing
about Kathy was her aura
of friendliness
and accessibility
by everyone
who banked there
***
 
The reason this page is entitled
Memories Of Kathy Chase
is because
the first employee
I encountered 
on the day
I resolved 
my property tax nightmare
was someone I will call
"Kathy's cousin"
 
BUT
unlike Caucasion 
middle-aged Kathy,
her "cousin"
was a thirty-something
Black man
who helped me
far beyond the call of duty
 
What specifically about him
  reminded me of Kathy was
how many of his fellow
tax-office employees
sought his help
 
But 
they ALL did so
while this young man
was dealing face-to-face
with ME
 
His 5-star level
of institutional knowledge,
and patience and 
need to keep 
his co-workers satisfied
 marveled the hell out of 
Mr. Oliverio
***
 
Upon arriving home
and hearing
the yada-yada-yada
version of ending
  my tax nightmare,
my better half said
"Why didn't you get his name?"
 
Of course, I had known 
the given name
of this gentleman
during the course
of our 1-hour
interaction
but 
—to be Biblically blunt—
I ask this question:
 
How many people
ended up asking the Apostles
about their leader
Is his name Yahweh,
Billy, Nicki, or Jessie?
 
In closing all I would say
 to "Kathy's cousin" is
my gratitude to you
cannot be measured
and 
my only wish is that
every financial institution
should employ
one of your "cousins."
***
 
© PAUL OLIVERIO © 
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Thursday, July 21, 2022

Pink In The Park

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More than
200 benches
in  
are painted pink
© Oliverio
 
 
This cup was
initially
served to me
by med student
Olayemi
twenty six hours
before being photographed
and thirty miles from
point of purchase
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It Takes Guts To Post This Protrusion ... But That's NOT My Drink

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But we've  got to keep
the customers satisfied
 
© Oliverio (2x)
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"The Title Of The Drawing Is CENTRAL GEOGRAPHY"

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Read All About It
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In My Opinion, This Is A No-Brainer

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JOHN McWHORTER
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Wednesday, July 20, 2022

All About Yesterday ... Resolving My Property Tax Nightmare

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Two tons of stress
and anxieties
were removed 
from my life
the moment
I wrote
a personal check
for approximately
$3000
and gave it to
the Los Angeles County
Tax Collector
cashier 
😊
 
The emoji is
my smiling face
(not the cashier's)
 
© PAUL OLIVERIO ©  
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All About Yesterday ... Bi-Lingual Plaque in GRAND PARK

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Please visit GRAND PARK to make image readable

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All About Yesterday ... Historical Documentary Photograph

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© Oliverio                    During his murder trial
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All About Yesterday ... Sunrise Documentary Photographs

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© Oliverio (2x)
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All About Yesterday ... We Begin With A Poem

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Tuesday Morning at 5 AM
 
I leave home for
the House of Taxes

With a checkbook,
an attitude,
and the fact is
 
This is all about
a serious 
financial error
and the destination
 might as well be
the House of Terror
 
Will I be polite
and proper
or get handcuffed
by a copper?
 
Forty miles and
forty exits to go
as a gazillion L.A.
commuters all know
 
But at 5AM,
most of them
are still asleep
while tractor trailers
end their
midnight creep
©©©
 
to be continued
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Monday, July 18, 2022

Photoverio #720: Before The Storm

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© Oliverio
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Last Night, There Was A Family Gathering

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I wore my mother's shoes
last night
 
She wore my 
Jimi Hendrix hat
 
My father bounced a ball
while my sisters ate
jelly beans
 
I gave my mother's shoes
to Linda
and Judi gave me
all the black
jelly beans
 
I was barefoot
on top of
the Whitestone Bridge
 
Everybody was swimming
in the Northbound lane
 
Judi and Linda
were diving off
an Entenmann's truck
while the driver
flirted with
my mother
who gave the Hendrix hat
to my father

The barefoot boy
wondered what
it all meant
until the off-duty
tollbooth collectors
invited him
to play poker
in the room
below
the finial red light
on top of 
the Whitestone Bridge

The barefoot boy
stopped wondering
and could only think of
two words:
THE END

He won $3.50
from the bridge workers:
fourteen quarters

***

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