Full-a-beans: The LAGuide to Fame through Blogging

“Full-a-Beans:” The LAGuide to Fame (if not fortune) through Blogging.
I don’t believe I’ve even written about my great aunt Edna in this column. For one thing, I’m not really sure what a great aunt is. For another, I have never understood how we are actually related, as my mother’s explanation of our family history is full of holes. Edna has a small house near downtown, a block or two off Old Boalsburg Road. You’ve probably passed it a hundred times—it’s the one with the purple shutters. Edna is a homemaker and with her husband, Ed, who is a horse of quite a different color, she raised two children—a boy and a girl—in that house. Edna likes to garden and knit, and does some volunteer work at the local school and hospital. Had there been a referendum on the ballot in 2012, asking whether or not Edna was destined for greatness the “yeses” would have received very few if any votes.
It is understandable then, that here at Stevieslaw, we were as shocked as anyone could be to find that Edna was a celebrity of sorts. Her blog, “Full-a-Beans,” has over a half million followers and her posts collect thousands of hits every day. The blog considers all aspects of choosing, planting, growing, harvesting and putting up (mostly green) beans. And the recipes are amazing. But Edna will often use her blog to castigate politicians and corporations when they say or do something inane or evil. Her “full-a-beans,” Award for bad behavior is so popular with her followers that political strategists feel it could turn an election. Her hard-hitting exposes are also widely circulated. The post: “Ho, Ho, Ho: Big AG and the Congressional push to limit home canning for health reasons,” was reposted over 40,000 times.
We believe that if mild-mannered, unassuming Edna can achieve near fame through blogging, so can you. To help foster your endeavor, we are pleased to publish, “Full-a-Beans:” The Less-intelligent-than-average American Guide,” to achieving fame (if not fortune) through blogging. In the guide you will learn:
1. The history of blogs and blogging—Did you know, for example, the etymology of the word blog? It is originally from the Greek, “betamumu” which can be liberally translated as “fast with tongue and feet,” but most recently borrowed from the Romanian, “blehg,” and the Italian, “pasbli,” signifying “without scruples” and “empty of real meaning” respectively. Now you have to admit, that just knowing of the word’s origin makes you more comfortable with anything you might write.
2. The Mechanics of Constructing and Posting a Blog—The Guide will present you, in three chapters of nearly 600 pages, with the detailed step by step procedure needed to create and post your blog on what we refer to as “the net.” Careful study of the chapters is highly recommended, although we will briefly discuss an alternate means of creating your blog. This, equally successful method, will require you to find a curious 9 year old and turn him or her loose on your computer for 40 minutes with the instructions to “make me a blog and I will cover your creamery ice cream bill for next summer.”
3. Methods for Attracting Visitors to Your Blog: The guide will provide you instruction in all the traditional methods of obtaining “hits” on your brilliant posts, from people other than relatives or very close friends. The use of categories and tags (or keywords) will be thoroughly discussed. Did you know, for example, that many naïve bloggers assume that a tag has to be related to the piece they have written?
4. The Ethics of the Internet: We introduce you to the great philosophers of the internet and to the extensive and intensive arguments about intellectual property rights and font size. The work of many of these towering giants of the intellect are hard to find, as their attitude to a person is, as Professor Stevens succinctly notes, to “never, ever, ever publish anything that might appear on the net.” We will present you with the arguments that led to the 85% rule—which, simply put, is the maximum amount of material you are able to take verbatim from another person’s post, at one sitting.
5. Going Viral: We consider the term “viral,” most commonly used when describing influenza or Ebola, in the context of the general state of what passes for humor among software engineers—known far and wide as the most humorous of all engineers. We will show you how to kick start the process of viralocity (we are so hoping that this near word goes viral), which has not been found to correlate with content, keywords, or web site (although there is a small correlation with font and font size), by casually mentioning the post in barbershops, beauty parlors and coffee shops around town.
Buy the Guide today wherever large, ponderous volumes are sold or pick it up on our blog, in 6097 handy installments. Get started. Someday, you too may be as nearly famous as my great aunt Edna.

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Stevieslaw: House to Sue Penn State

House Republicans, led by hard charging John Boehner, announced today that they will sue Penn State University for something or other.
“This is in addition to our suit against Obama, clarified Johnny. It is important for House Republicans to show that they are not soft on child abuse—particularly during the midterm elections, particularly in the swing state of Pennsylvania, and particularly for children who are not illegal aliens.”
“Everyone is suing Penn State and for us not to would send the wrong message,” Boehner continued. “Besides, with Penn State willing to do anything to get past the Sandusky affair, this is one we might actually win.”

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Cousin Myron and the Sweet Smell of Success

Cousin Myron and the Sweet Smell of Success
I was surprised when Cousin Myron called and asked me to meet him at the specialty deli across from the library downtown. Myron, the rich, red-headed math whizz, had instructions from his wife, Marsha, to improve his diet to lengthen his life or she would end it quickly and painfully. To hear him tell it, he was living on mashed cauliflower and lentils.
By the time I arrived, Myron was well into his third sampling of Italian hams and brined vegetables. His face was the deep, bright red of someone whose systolic pressure had just peaked at 250, but his smile was contagious.
“We all know,” he said, “That our sense of hearing—particularly the high frequency sounds that our wives make, fade as we age, but I never saw that as a huge advantage.” “Marsha is fully capable of speaking as loud or louder than she has to—she once shattered two windows in the dining rooms by shouting “Myron,” moderately by her standards, from the guest bedroom.” “But I just read a research report,” he continued with a smile, that says our sense of smell peaks at forty and goes downhill from there.” “Smell and taste are intimately related, so that it limits appreciation of many foods as well. By the time we are age 65 or so, we can only stand to eat very highly seasoned or very sweet things,” he said with his mouth full of prosciutto
“I tested her yesterday,” he said with his mouth still full. “I added salt, salt and more salt to her egg-beaters and ersatz sausage patties when she wasn’t looking.”
“Know what she said,” he asked?
“She said this tastes better than ever today.”
“The loss of smell can be dangerous for us old folks,” he said looking much like a puppy that has just devoured your slipper. People have been known to unknowingly starve themselves—particularly those on a kia seed and squash blossom diet to start with.” “We can’t have that. I need to save Marsha at whatever cost to my health, and to do that I need to start pushing for a return to our old, more highly seasoned and diverse diet.”
“I see corned-beef in my future,” he crowed as he stuffed a very large piece of it into his sense-impaired, yet joyous, self.”

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Stevieslaw: Party, Party

According to this morning’s CDT, State College has been named the fourth most exciting place in Pennsylvania behind Pittsburgh, West Chester and Lancaster. The ratings were announced by Devon Buechler, a public relations associate for the real estate firm, Movoto.
Officials at the Mayor’s office were apparently too stunned to comment, while borough council spokesperson, Sloween Stady, responded with a rousing “oh my.”
The borough plans a celebratory party at The Central Parklet, from 5:30 to 7:00 next Wednesday. Highlights will include refreshments—sugar free, gluten free, nut free, raisin cookies, decaffeinated iced-tea and coffee and music by the popular dance band “Eighty is the New Eighty.” “Party Hearty,” badges and very small environmentally friendly balloons will also be distributed.
“Everyone is welcome,” said Stady, “And we will send you home early enough to put the kids to bed and get a fine night’s sleep.”

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Stevieslaw: A Modest Proposal

Remember when your mother would tell you, “You should be ashamed of yourself?” I do and I was. It was the worst feeling.
Unfortunately, it seems like some people did not have functioning moms—or perhaps they have simply forgotten them and what they cautioned against. To overcome this, Smokey Diamond and I would like to modestly propose that we revive public humiliation as a form of penance.
Consider, for example, the folks currently bilking students under the guise of helping them with their student loans (I’m sure you have your own favorite sleazeballs). Instead of locking them away in overcrowded, expensive prisons, we could outfit them with sandwich boards that describe their specific crimes and have them walk about the College campuses around the nation. No need to be cruel about it. We could even pay them minimum wage for their human advertising and have the sentence last no longer than it takes to pay their victims back.
It seems fair.

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Sketch

Karen will have a show of her dance drawings in Cleveland in September. I tried to capture the feeling of her drawings.

Sketch

A penciled dancer.
You gather her
motion like you’d
gather the air,
as if by linking
line to paper,
you allow those
who do not
see the dancer
to witness the dance.

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Coping with Local Warming

Endless Summer: The LAGuide to Coping with Local Warming.
By now, many of you have met my cousin Myron, the red-headed math whizz with the explosive temper. Myron made an amazing amount of money with a progressive betting scheme at the racetrack and then invested it very, very wisely. He’s incredibly wealthy now but has somehow managed to avoid becoming that tiresome, morally superior know-it-all type that we choose to send to Congress. He has, instead, what my mother would call—good sense. Some time ago, I started to describe how Myron had bought a do-it-yourself kit and proceeded to put together a parallel computer with tens of thousands of processors and massive computing power. Myron used the computer and several dozen books on atmospheric and oceanographic physics to study human induced climate change. The more Myron studied climate change the more he began to resemble the mirror image of Dorian Gray. He would walk around muttering about ice melts and methane and began drinking heavily—mostly root beer. The family began to worry—just last month I got a call from my Cousin Jerry asking what was up with the red-headed nut case.
I am happy to report that Myron seems to be recovering. When asked about global warming he will simply say, “We’re cooked.” His reading material has changed as well. Now, he seems to be spending every waking hour reading about rocketry and the possibility of extra-terrestrial life. Just yesterday I noticed Alice Munro’s “Moons of Jupiter,” and Vonnegut’s “The Sirens of Titan,” on his shelf. Myron has many holes in his education—he dropped out of Thomas Jefferson High School in Brooklyn— and I didn’t want to tell him that those volumes were fiction, as reading some occasional fiction might do him good. He’s also been testing some rockets and I am a little concerned that no one has seen or heard from our obnoxious Cousin, Marvin, since Myron’s last launch to the moon.
Despite the inane babble of some of our leaders, it is clear that we are warming the planet. Here at Stevieslaw, we feel that the term “global warming” is the reason most Americans are paying the problem little mind. When our fellow citizens hear the term global, they imagine a four hour lecture on poverty and disease in a country with a name they can’t pronounce, located who knows where, or perhaps a drum-dance cycle which lasts for several days and nights and is followed by at least as long a lecture. And for this reason we propose to change the term global warming to “local warming,” and to publish, “Endless Summer,” The Less-intelligent-than-average-American Guide to Coping with the Warming of Central Pennsylvania. In the guide, you will learn of the many changes coming to Centre County. There will be winners and losers based mostly on the law of supply and demand—for example:
1. Wealth: This might be a really terrific time to sell your snow-removal service. Yes, tomorrow may be too late. Businesses that deal with removal of invasive plants, control of bizarre insects and the mitigation of the spontaneous combustion of lawn furniture are probably better areas in which to turn your attention. Investing in companies that make icebreakers is probably a poor strategy—Myron is putting his money into companies that make sunscreen.
2. Health: Is your yellow fever vaccination up-to-date? I thought not. Remember reading about all those awful viruses that seem to be confined to sub-Sahara Africa? Not anymore. Join the local State College malaria watch in your free time.
3. Personal Possessions: Do you have skis? A down winter jacket? Galoshes? Snow tires? Why? Have a garage sale and see if you can unload all that junk to folks migrating to the coolish region near the North Pole. You will need the money to reequip your wardrobe with tropical gear at the new “THE GAP 100 Degrees Plus Store.”
4. Property: You may want to equip your home with an industrial size air-conditioner run by solar panels (the ones formulated not to melt in excessive heat) while you still can. And don’t forget to invest early in beach sand. Current computational results by NASA suggest that Boalsburg, Milheim, Lemont and Milesburg will become a coastal boundary. And, finally Port Matilda will be. The beach front property you never thought you could afford is coming to Centre County!
5. Flora and Fauna: Time to bone up on Tsetse flies, killer bees and stinging ants—they are on their way here. And, you may want to pay a bit more attention to your crazy neighbor Hanna down the block. Her collection of pit vipers and poisonous spiders and scorpions always seemed a little off—but now her, and their, time may have come. You can also expect unexpected varieties of plants to pop up where you once had juniper bushes. In the warmer regions of the Deep South, all the vegetation seems to be smothered by the tropical kudzu vine—so if you are out of doors (not recommended) you should probably keep moving.
So buy the guide as soon as you can. Grab a beer, find a beach chair, slather with SP-35000, and wait for the ocean to come roaring up to your back door—right here in Central Pennsylvania.

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A Retirement

A Retirement
It leafed out absentmindedly
this year, our junk maple.
A street planting from the fifties,
its branches bald and barren here and there,
though not alarmingly so—
just enough that you would notice,
if you were the kind who’d notice.
It will weather this year, I imagine,
and most likely the next,
but I worry about
our foreseeable future.
On this spot, a twig of a thing,
staked out against the bare breeze,
stands in the unshadowed sun
while from this old house, some
other someone will watch it grow.

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It’s Not Complicated

It’s not Complicated
Our yoga teacher
calmly commands
our attention,
as she stands
a perfect tree
on the waxed wooden floor
of our ancient gymnasium,
and proposes, this week,
to teach us how to breathe.
“It’s not complicated,”
she whispers conspiratorially.
“When you finish a breath, in
you let a breath out.”
“Joyfully,” she adds with a sigh
that compounds our perplexity.
But it is not complicated, and
by the tenth or twentieth try,
we are emitting such gladdening exhalations
that only those grand practitioners,
who hover above the river Ganges,
inhaling and exhaling in rhythm
with the planetary globs
would dare to rival us.
It is as if we were born to breathing.

“And next week,” she says
with a barely perceptible wink,
“We all will learn to stand.”

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My Voices Article for May

“Sun Fun:” The LAGuide to Planning a Summer Vacation for the Newly Poor.
When I was 10, my parents scraped together the $25 they needed to send me to a day camp, sponsored by the Brownsville Boys Club, in South Central Brooklyn. The camp ran for four weeks and every morning my mother would pack me a tuna fish sandwich on Wonder Bread and send me across the street to the school yard behind PS165. There, a few friends and I would board the rickety, decommissioned school bus sent for us by the BBC. The bus would slowly tour the neighborhood, picking up the waiting children until there were perhaps twenty-five of us, at which point it would make a bee-line back to the schoolyard where we would disembark and then spend the day throwing, catching or hitting with sticks various round balls, under the guidance of David and Sarah—our counselors. On rainy days, the bus would run us over to the BBC itself, about a four block trip to a very different part of the neighborhood. At the BBC, our camp assignment consisted of staying alive until the bus could take us back. It was a great camp and a great summer.
My parents were the salt-of-the-earth, lower middle class people that used to populate the sitcoms, until the networks discovered that only young people spend money. They had nothing but the knowledge that their children would be materially better off than they were (they batted .500). Their two-week summer vacations might consist of parking some cheap lawn chairs out in front of the tenement, while I played with friends and my brother attracted paddy wagons. On some days, we’d take two subways and a bus to the beach at Coney Island and in the evenings stroll around to Schwartz’s candy store for ice-cream sodas. Today in America, where many of us are stepping back into the lower middle class and our summer vacations—unpaid and unaffordable—are more likely to be on one Sunday in July, rather than a three week trip to the Capitals of Europe, we have much to learn from people like my parents, and that is the reason we are pleased to publish: “Sun Fun:” The Less-than-average-intelligence-American Guide to planning your summer vacation. In the guide, you will learn about hundreds of suitable vacations, such as:
1. The Staycation: While coined by a Canadian comedian, Brent Butt, the staycation can work for Americans as well. Spend a few bucks on bags of sand, a plastic pool and an artificial palm tree or two and you have the perfect beach vacation. For authenticity, blast the soundtrack from the “Sound of the Surf.” You can even fashion cut-offs from that old interview suit you will probably never need again.
2. The Drop-in: Do you have some friends or relatives who made millions giving mortgages to people who couldn’t afford them and now are a bit embarrassed about their great wealth? This July, you can pack the family and pets up in your ‘98 Dodge and drive to their house in the Hamptons. My cousins, Paul and Sharon and their miserable three brats, left Youngstown, Ohio in late June and spent the entire summer freeloading off folks they sort of know and friends of some folks they thought they knew. They tell me they have an invitation to come back whenever they like. Guilt is good.
3. The Movement: Remember “Occupy Wall Street?” My good friend, Wally, does. He became deeply involved in the movement and spent a really nice summer in Zuccotti Park in New York City. He got to sleep in someone’s tent, dine on donated goodies and get healthy, aerobic exercise waving protest banners and screaming for justice. In the guide, we will describe in detail many of the current movements that are suitable for a splendid summer vacation protesting in the park. In the guide, you will also learn how to avoid the downside of the protest vacation—jail time, assault and torture. Wally, we believe, will eventually recover.
4. The Phonarama: While travel to Tibet is still reserved for the rich and well-connected, your smartphone has changed the definition of well-connected forever. You can visit the capitals of Europe, the outback and even the moons of Jupiter without ever leaving your recliner. There are even “aps” to simulate flight turbulence and cruise ship viruses. Best of all, you can avoid all human contact.
5. The Cineplexus: When we were young, we’d spend most afternoons in August at the local movie theatre—often seeing the same flick 10 or 12 times, because the theatre was air-conditioned. Today we have the cineplexes, so that for the price of one ticket you can go from one movie to another and spend a delightful vacation in climate controlled comfort. If properly paced, one extra-large popcorn can provide nourishment for at least a week.
Buy the guide today and start planning for the vacation of your life.

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