EINSTEIN'S Wonderful Fridge, FORGOTTEN

Think about it. You have a device built of a few pipes or sealed tubes. It has no moving parts yet one side of it gets icy cold, the other side gets very hot. No electric or any other power is needed except for a small source of heat – say a small...

GOOGLing DOWN MEMORY LANE

Taking a trip, via Google Earth, down the road of memories.  My old house is still there. recently been restored by the newer owners.  The huge old white oak tree and the very limb which held my swing is still there.  The magnolia is there,  The...

WHERE'S MY BUTTERFAT?

SKIMMING THE CUSTOMER   When I buy milk, I pay the price of 4% butterfat. But unless I'm careful they will sell me milk from which they have skimmed some percentage of butterfat but still charge me full price.   It cheats the consumer out...

WHAT'S WRONG WITH MEDICINE THESE DAYS?

It's simple really?  Medical doctors have lost the touch.  They don't thump anymore.  When I was a child, doctors always thumped.  It was the highlight of a doctor visit.  Getting thumped. First theywould take you pulse. and listen to your...

DAY-MARE

    I awake from a sound and restful sleep.  I yawn, streatch, jump out of bed.  My wife looks in.  "Gladdels steam?" "Huh?  I didn't understand you." "Gladdels. Isn't it?" My daughter comes in with a glass of orange juice to hand it to me......

A CHILD ALONE Pt. 1

My previous lifetime   No I am not talking about reincarnation. I am speaking of my childhood. I had no brothers or sisters. It was lonely but I had no feeling of that. It was just my life, the only one I knew -- or could imagine.   I was...

Last Thoughts on Plagiary

I am beginning to understand all the flack I'm getting on this subject.  Whimsy is a teenage girl, I am told.  So it is quite natural that people will take up for an innocent girl aganst an old, retired journalist hack.  It doesn't matter if I am not...

Plagiary Afterthoughts

I can understand Whimsy's concerns.  It is verty dangerous to publish anything on the web. You lose control of it at that point.  Anyone, anywhere in the world may copy it or take the thoughts and twist them around, if they are inclined to do so. ...

Plagiarism!! Are they serious??

Two days ago I wrote a little blog called "Art is dead??"  It wasn't to be taken seriously but of course Steve Hayes with his very literal mind did take it as possibly serious.  We played around wirth it for a few exchanges.  Then last night Square...

WHAT'S IN A NAME?

Like most of you, I had to think of a name to log in to my account here.  This is always a headache.  Something that will be remembered.  Something easy to remember. Yet it has to be odd too -- to help remember it.  I am a Tom, Thomas, sometimes...

ART IS DEAD???

Art is dead. God is dead. Passion for freedom is dead.  Feeling to be fair is dead.  Then what are we?  Just numbered prisoners, waiting for orders, to anyone who will take command.  We are more and more just numbers. for whom all is dead. I shall...

COLLECTOR'S HELL

  It all seemed so innocent. You collect things. You become a dedicated collector of glass bottles. Or pens. Or early TV sets. You filled bookshelves, whole rooms of the stuff. You left your car out in the rain and filled the garage with your...

New Orleans Has a Voice

"I am the voice of New Orleans, Of nightmares and dreams, Of joy and pain, Of loss and gain, Of ease and strife, Of death and life. I am the voice of New Orleans."   Thus Nino and TomasSISI begin our new story.  Told to you by...

Accidents Will HAPPEN

I just woke up from a nap. I was thinking about my first cousin “Walter.” I was thinking “If I get old and die first, What will happen to Walter.” Walter was the first of my aunt's children Eight years older than I am. His was a breach birth, and he...

SOMETIMES

WOW... THOUGHT OF A TITLE AND MENT TO DRAFT IT. BUT HIT PUBLISH.... it is a mistake.. and i cant delete it for some reason.  sorry.....  

SHOULD MEN HAVE POWER OF ABORTION

  For many years of history men had all the power to themselves. They didn't always use it but had the power to take the children from their wives, kick the wife out in the street. There were intimations of change in the 19th century but not much...

LOVE LETTERS IN THE SAND.

  "I'm sorry." He wrote in the beach sand. "Why?" she wrote. "You said what you meant." "It wasn't. It came out wrong." "Don't look at me. Unless you like to see a woman in tears."   He scrubbed these out and started over. "You took...

WATCHES

NO, NO, NO.  I'm not selling anything!  Never on this site. Just thoughts on watches.  Especially the throw-aways, cheap and accurate. Better than the best of the best of a few years ago.  For years I have bought the cheap watches and am amazed at...

On AGING

ON AGING: things that happened 20 years ago are as yesterday, 40 years ago, the day before that.  Things 60 years ago, just happened this morning. Some things fade away, but the important stuff - You carry with you your whole life.  It is all...

LOOKING FOR STRANGE... ie. ROMANCE

There WAS a time, when it was ALL strange. And exciting. and OH YES, as Romantic as sailing to the south seas.  Finding Pocahontas, or Ne-um-mah.  They were goddesses who would save you from becoming a throw-away sacrafice victim at the volcano's...

TWO MEN WENT OUT THAT EVENING

In answer to burgundystblues poem..."The moment."   Two men went out that evening to enjoy the night life of the city.  Not together, though their paths wold cross many times that evening. Each of them had pockets full of two weeks pay.  'Twould...

note on DIXIE from our story.

The protagonist in our current story... (my opinion only)   She is a female preditor.  Her prey are standing in line eagerly waiting to be eaten by her.  And I have to admit, fascinating. I've known none other that would compare to her.

"WISH I WERE IN DIXIE" -- NOTICE

DUE TO A COMPLETE COMPUTER FAILURE: WE ARE  UNABLE TO PUBLISH THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THIS STORY TODAY. WE ARE VERY SORRY AND WILL TRY TO PRINT BY MONDAY OR TUESDAY (jULY 5TH). wE ARE AT WORK ON THE PROBLEM AND WILL BE ABLE TO PRINT FROM ANOTHER...

I WISH I WERE IN DIXIE -- Final chapter

          ( Pt VI)       Dixie lay in bed thinking about her life. She was fed up with her whole situation in Bel Air. Marie was sweet and for sure she couldn't get a nicer person to work for but her husband was becoming...

WELCOME -- burgundystblues

  My old buddy, my roommate from school days is now a Thoughster.  i often call him Nino. his nickname in New Orleans.  But here on Thoughts he is 'burgundystblues."  Burgundy Street Blues.  If you want to give it the New Orleans pronunciation, it...