Stevieslaw: Last Night I had the Strangest Dream

Last Night I had the Strangest Dream
As I sat in the office grinning like the Cheshire cat, Smokey Diamond—our intrepid reporter came in.
“What’s the grin about,” she asked.
“I had the strangest dream last night,” I said. “You know how all the tea-partiers have gone home to their carefully gerrymandered districts—the one’s where more than 70% of the people agree with the tea-party craziness. In my dream, we built huge electrified, anti-immigration style fences around each of the districts to keep the crazies in.”

“Joe Arpaio, former sheriff of Arizona, was reading and railing about the set of Kafkaesque requirements for reentering the country outside of this huge building complex.” Best of all, in the dream I got a clear look at the sign above the building, which said Fare and Balenced, the new home of Fox News.”
Smokey smiled—which I must say is as hard to witness as it is to imagine.

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Stevieslaw: Good News

John Wiley and sons has just announced they will be sending a copy of “Government for Dummies” to each of the House Republicans. Joe Reader, spokesperson for Wiley, said the book has tons of pictures and only requires a reading ability achieved by most first graders, so that many of the Republican representatives should be able to get through it.
Hat’s off to Wiley for these timely gifts.

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Stevieslaw: The Lost Weekend

Fox News is reporting that the entire nation is being hit by a devastating wave of what is being termed “lost weekend” syndrome. The illness is characterized by a loss of logical thinking, which may result in people doing truly crazy things like robbing banks, abandoning children or closing the government. Fox emphasizes that people in the throes of the syndrome are not in any way responsible for their actions and should not be held accountable. “Let us be sympathetic to the plight of those afflicted,” says a Fox News spokesperson. “It’s the Fox News way.

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My Voices Article for October

This New House: The LAGuide to Remodeling Your Home
Many of you have met Myron—the fiery red-headed math whizz who made a fortune betting on the ponies. Around this time each year Myron goes to ground for a few weeks. “Recharging,” Myron says. “No.” “Hatching,” his wife Marsha insists. Marsha is not shy about correcting Myron.
I was not surprised that I hadn’t heard from Myron for a week or so, but I was shocked when Marsha called. Marsha hasn’t called me in the forty some odd years we have known each other. Years ago we decided to limit conversation to: “How are you?” and “The kids?” The only thing we see eye to eye on is the need to keep Myron suitably contained, so other attempts at small talk inevitably lead to screaming fights. Our conversation was short. She managed to choke out the words “Myron is wearing a tool belt,” before breaking down. I left work immediately and sprinted the eleven blocks to Myron’s. You might well ask why. Do you remember back in elementary school, when certain children were taken aside and told—with respect to something like the second grade play—“don’t sing, just mouth the words.” Well, I was in shop classes with Myron at Thomas Jefferson High School in the depths of Brooklyn. And while we all recognize that some people are handy and some people are not, our shop teacher was quick to realize that a hammer in Myron’s hand became a weapon of mass destruction. In shop class, Myron was taken aside and told that the only way he would pass the course was by watching it unfold. He was told not to open his tool box and, for good measure, not to sing.
I arrived too late. I tripped over his opened tool box as I rushed in. Myron was inside attempting to provide his home with an open concept. Several walls were down and much of the living room ceiling was residing on the living room floor. Marsha and I were able to get him to lower the sledgehammer and sit. When he had calmed down we learned that Myron had spent much of his down time watching DIY shows on the HG channel. He was particularly fond of “Property Brothers,” and “Love it or List it.” As he sat on the floor up against the wall of his one remaining right-angled corner—bruised and exhausted, all he could say was, “I was just getting the hang of it.”
Exactly. You are not Myron, so there is no reason why you could not get the hang of remaking your house into the million dollar mansion you’ve always dreamed of. For that reason we, at Stevieslaw, are pleased to publish “This New House: The Less-intelligent than average-American guide to remodeling your home.” In the guide, you will learn that
1. The current state of your home should always —today, tomorrow and forever— be looked upon as a mere starting point. Remember, homes that are not being improved are not improving (or something like that).
2. Planning, which encompasses the scope, the schedule and the cost of your remodeling is—at best—useless. All three are ultimately governed by that painful moment when you realize that your children’s change jar is empty, the banks have repossessed your car and someone named Irving at GotchaCollectionAgency is your only remaining friend.
3. Dressing like the folks on TV is critically important. We know the best on-line sites for buying work clothes. Best of all, an authentic pair of plumber’s pants come free with your purchase of the guide.
4. Fine equipment is also a must. While a finely crafted hammer is good, an air-compressor driven hammer that costs 40 times as much is better, and an air-cooled, 3 Tesla magnetically driven nail driver—using the same technology that powered the submarine “Red October,” is best. They will know you by name at the contractor’s desk at Lowe’s and Home Depot. Use their complimentary contractor calendars to give character to your new white walls.
5. Your evolving home is your continuing experiment in life. Sounds great, but it means you will really have to find someplace habitable to live in as you work. No matter, your creativity, no matter how bizarre, must be given free reign. Learn to think outside the bi-level!
6. You will learn to accept and honor your occasional mistakes as part and parcel of your evolutionary home remodeling effort. So what if that expensive copper roof you installed three times has a few small gaps. Emptying buckets provides as good an exercise routine as lifting weights at a gym and to a certain way of thinking might be cheaper.
7. Learn both to defuse those unwanted observers who are always picketing your place and screaming about property values and to deal with the bureaucratic nonsense inflicted by the small minded people at the zoning commission and local code offices. You are an exceptional American. Rules. Humbug.
8. Know the telltale signs that identify when to call in the professional contractor. Often this is a result of a casual statement from a significant other suggesting a choice between a contractor and a divorce lawyer.
Buy the guide and start your remodeling project today. Put on the pants. Whistle while you work, if you must. But please don’t sing.

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Stevieslaw: House Republicans to Take Their Ball and Go Home

Stevieslaw: House Republicans to Take Their Ball and Go Home.
John Boehner announced today that House Republicans were going to take their basketball and go home unless the Democrats agreed to some simple rule changes. Boehner noted that the rules proposed were so reasonable that any blame for an end to the game between the two parties, which has gone on for hundreds of years, would be the fault of the Democrats. Boehner proposed that:
1. The Democrats can no longer pass or dribble,
2. They can only shoot the basketball from beyond the three point line using one foot,
3. No matter the score, the Democrats must win by one more point, and
4. LeBron James must play for the Republicans.
Sad to say that Boehner left in a huff after a “liberal” reporter reminded him that it wasn’t his basketball to start with.

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Stevieslaw: Teddy Loses His Job

Teddy Loses His Job
My mother always tapped her forefinger on the side of her head when she talked about Cousin Ted. “There is something loose up there,” she’d say. “You can hear it rattle when he walks.”
Teddy is a smart guy but does seem a little off. He was fired yesterday. I met him this morning at the coffee shop to listen to his side of the story and to try to encourage him.
The long and short of it is that Teddy did a twenty minute verbal assault on a company product at a rollout meeting yesterday. “I really got into it,” he said. “I remember telling the managers who pushed the product that their actions were something the Nazis would be proud of, that the product had already cost the company jobs, and that the result of the product on the public would be worse than Thalidomide.”
“Teddy,” I said gently. “I thought your company made plastic pipe.”
“I read somewhere,” continued Ted, “That being in the public eye—in the middle of things—was much more important to advancing your career than what you say or do.” “But they fired me.” “They seemed particularly upset that I didn’t seem to understand that the product had not been released yet—and, that while I held the floor for twenty minutes, I never once suggested anyway in which the product could be improved.”
Ted, who lives in Texas, has decided to run for public office. I think it might work for him.

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Stevieslaw Exclusive: House Republicans to Push for Infrastructure Repair.

Stevieslaw Exclusive: House Republicans to Push for Infrastructure Repair.
Smokey Diamond, our intrepid reporter, has just returned from an exclusive interview with Lonny Tunes, spokesperson for the tea party Republicans in the House. She reports that they have convinced John Boehner, Eric Cantor and others in the Republican leadership that a bill authorizing infrastructure repair must be passed by the House and Senate before the 2014 elections.
“We have gone from a nation with an enviable road and bridge system to one in which you take your life—or at least your dental work—in your hands when you drive to the country club, said Lonny. We have given the Republican approach the catchy title of “the one percent solution”. In it, we propose to repair, refurbish and rebuild our roads and bridges and limit their future use to those whose incomes place them in the top 1%. Think of the savings. Others can walk, or bike, or use the existing infrastructure,” he added. “Clearly, some new roads and bridges will need to be constructed. Why there is no direct link between Wall Street and The Hamptons, for example, is mind boggling.”
Payn Nought, a tea party mainstay, added “We have tried building and maintaining our infrastructure for the common man and it just does not work. Consider the interstate highway system. In a mere 50 or 60 years, they’ve worn it out! If we were to rebuild the system, they would just wear it out again.
The new highways for the wealthy are to be equipped with driverless cars and rest plazas with four star restaurants and full service gas stations. To those few left out—like Linda Person, a single mother of three who works three low paying service jobs to keep it together, Payn symbolically rolled up the sleeves of his very, very expensive shirt, smiled and said, “Try harder.”

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My Voices of Central PA Piece for September

If Arnold Can…The Less-intelligent-than-average-American Guide to Becoming a Best-selling Author.
It was a long shot, but I couldn’t resist going to the Barnes and Noble Store at the Prudential Center in Boston last Wednesday night. Arnold Schlansky was to read from his best-selling memoir, “Growing Up Hard—An Adolescence in Brooklyn.” I had grown up with an Arnold S. in Brooklyn and, although I doubted it could possibly be the same fellow, I had to go and see. As soon as I came through the door, I recognized the tall, lanky, graying man hovering near the podium as the Arnold I once knew. As it turns out, I was wrong and the guy got a little put out when I tried Arnold’s old nickname on him (sorry, I can’t print it). The Arnold I had known was reading all right, but he had somehow turned into a short fat balding guy with a mock Boston accent. I can’t say we spoke, as I stayed in the back of the room, having recalled that I owed him $50 from a poker game in 1966. But I did get enough of his talk to know that his memoir was nothing but lies, lies and more lies. It is simply not true, for example, that we hung Arnold by his heels, from the rim on the basketball court at the local playground on one very cold night in February. Anyone who grew up in Brooklyn would know immediately that you would never do that. The odds of bending the rim were too great and if you did, the odds of it being fixed in your lifetime were very, very slim. For the life of me I can’t remember what we did hang him from.
But the take-home message here is not the memoir. It is the fact that Arnold Schlansky was able to write, publish and market a best-selling book. This is the same Arnold that did four years of remedial English in high school. Take a moment to consider that. Four years of remedial English in a high school in Brooklyn—wow. With that in mind, we at Stevieslaw are pleased to publish: “If Arnold can…The LAGuide to becoming a best-selling author. In the completely interactive LAG, we will:
1. Provide you with a personality and persistence test to determine if you should best-sell as a novelist, poet, essayist, or creative non-fictionist. Perhaps, you were meant to write best-selling copy for Febreze ads on network TV? We will point you in the “write” direction (Get it? Get it?).
2. Convince you that whatever your forte, you will need an agent to help place your work. Here, we introduce you to the important concept of “prefamousing” as a way to find an agent. An ordinary person who has already written 240 pages of the great American Novel might never find an agent. But the infamous, even those without a single thought in their heads, will have agents beating down the doors of the local lock-ups to offer them contracts. With your input, we will help you find the heinous, infamous, or famously stupid thing you should do to become “prefamous.”
3. Teach you how to form a writing group that meets every Wednesday night in the local coffee house. There is no better way to practice the kind of endurance you will need to write your great book then to listen to someone read their 16,000 line sonnet celebrating the influence of Middle German on the language of today. Learn to drink endless amounts of very strong coffee! And, as you are studying to be an author, you might wish to bring an old, beaten up flask full of rotgut to flavor it. In the guide, you will be taught to do this subtly yet flamboyantly.
4. Instruct you in the art of Automatic Writing, so you can practice your best-selling craft without influencing your real life so much as an iota. Write your novel, poem or memoir by choosing from a bag full of words obtained by cutting up the guide, while enjoying those powerful reruns of American Idol and Storage Wars on the tube. Sin, cede, self, boy, girl, donkey, dad and did—they are all there, as are 20,000 more. Did you know that Hemingway, Faulkner and Frost all used automatic writing for their masterpieces? Neither did we.
5. Identify the top magazines, workshops and residencies you must read or attend before you write a single word. Using the interactive feature the guide will help you chose the 2 or 3 hundred most important workshops for you, from the nearly 2.5 million offered each week.
6. Guide you through the brave new world of on-line and self-publishing. It’s not your grandfather’s vanity press anymore. We will show you how to link your website or blog to the hundred most popular sites—including Stevieslaw, good for 10 or 12 hits in its own right. We will also clearly take you through the changing concept of ‘bestselling,’ which is defined by the American Booksellers Organization as the sale of at least 12 self-published print copies, to separate individuals or libraries, not including anyone who has ever changed your diaper.
Help make the LAGuide a best-seller. Buy a few. Cut them up and start writing—you famous author you.

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Stevieslaw: The Best Thing for You, Inc.

 

We had some friends over last night. They were away for most of the summer and we were happily using the time to catch up. While the others were drinking wine, I was drinking strong, black coffee. I am more or less always drinking, strong black coffee. Not only do I like the taste, but I had read somewhere that coffee was a powerful antioxidant and drinking more than six cups a day would keep you 26.2% healthier than non-coffee drinkers. I had finished the first pot—about four cups—and had carefully brewed a second pot, using a Kona coffee that’s about $50 a pound, when my friends rushed me, grabbed the pot, and emptied it into the kitchen sink—all while insanely shouting, “intervention, intervention, intervention.” “No,” I shouted back, “It’s the best thing for me.”

After my wife had managed to calm me down and stop my sobbing by using a powerful horse tranquilizer, my friends explained. They said that the latest research showed that drinking more than four cups of coffee a day shortened your lifespan (Times of India) and they felt they had to stop me. I was quick to point out that an NIH study just a year ago showed that coffee could increase your lifespan.

If you combine the two studies, it turns out you should drink no more than four cups of coffee until you are fifty and then start drinking as much coffee as you can slam down at fifty and one day. And that is the root of the problem. Clearly, there is a great deal of health information published weekly, daily and even hourly that completely contradicts or significantly modifies the research published the day before. Is it information you need to know? You betcha! Should you drink beet juice for healthy bones or is it best to avoid it? Eat sauerkraut for toe fungus or not? Take fish oil supplements with or without calcium and vitamin D. “To cheese or not to cheese.” Why is that even still a question?

Here, at Stevieslaw, we are determined to be your source for up to the minute health information. By following our guidelines, you might add seconds or even minutes to your life! To do this, we have formed “The Best Thing for You, Inc.” With your subscription, at a very nominal price, we will send you heath information directly at least every minute. Lunchtime? Should you eat the “General Tso Chicken” you have ordered for lunch or quickly replace it with the “Peking Duck?” Bedtime? Is the combination of thirty supplements and three turkey legs that allowed you to sleep last night a valid approach for tonight?

Subscribe and you will get the answer to these and to all of your burning health questions. It’s your life. Milk* it for every second.

 

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For Sylvia

I can laugh now,
but for a time
I was so scared
of my shadow;
that I would only
venture forth at
night, or noon
or during an
occasional
eclipse of the sun.
You might guess
that I’d be ridiculed,
what with carrying
a parasol to school
on sunny days in Spring,
but my brother was
three hundred pounds
of muscle, hung out
with the Amboy Dukes
and carried, as a
weapon, half a tree
trunk like a third arm.
From the time I was
six years old, the other
children called me sir.

My mother put an end
to it “toot sweet.”.
While no student
of psychology,
she took the time to
reason with me,
as she bent over a
steaming laundry tub,
in her ragged house dress,
like something out of Dickens.
She said quite clearly,
“Go outside right now,
or I will cripple you.”
My mother never hit,
but I took my sneakered
feet down the tenement
stairs, so quickly that they
barely touched the steps,
and then bareheaded,
I braved the April sun.

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