Elvis

Sonny West is fresh out of the military and gets his first look at Elvis in Memphis, and I believe this was the very hot year of 1956.

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Elvis Presley, his hair shining like sprayed patent leather, was straddling the microphone in the most suggestive of manners. His groin gyrated inches from the upright stand, and he was shaking in convulsive movements as if possessed by an alien spirit. When he sang quietly he sobbed. When he sang loudly, he commanded his worshippers. The women seemed to be beset by alternating emotions, from motherly pity to slavelike obedience. His lips, curling down on the right side of his mouth, arrogantly pouted suggestion and triumph. Then his lips would twist in pain, and a thousand females screamed in pity and wanted to enclose the poor child in their arms.

“Since mah babeeee left me …” the words of “Heartbreak Hotel,” already a stupendous seller, had the women crying out in pain for his loss.

-- “Elvis: What Happened?” by Steve Dunleavy

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Writing

Shaping up some of my entries for the Two Journal and feeling a little pleased with myself, I decided to check out the opening entry of the Three Journal. I saw what I expected to see and winced. The Three Journal is also supposed to be my writing at its best, but I can see that it can stand a few significant revisions.

Maybe that's good. It has been said that you are never truly done with your writing until you're dead - the ultimate and unbreakable deadline. But it's a little demoralizing: there is the sense that one will never achieve a genuinely first-class level of craft. I'm just fiddling with the chairs on the Titanic. Nevertheless, what else do I have to do? And it is good to be busy and to be fond of what you are doing.

26. The Air-Conditioner

90 degrees! And it’s not quite three o’clock yet. We have a long steamy afternoon in front of us. If Pop can get TVs for Kay and eat out almost everyday and help maintain Jack’s household and talk about getting a new phone system or having a new electrical outlet installed in the kitchen, Mr. Big Spender can surely afford to run the air-conditioner. I don’t know where he gets all the money that he spends these days, but he can dip into it again, burn through another credit card or whatever. Whatever is left of my sanity cannot possibly withstand the unremitting heat of these south-Texas summers.

LJ

LJ has been seriouly limping these past couple of days. It's not DDoS attacks. It's something internal. I cannot say I really miss it. If LJ disappeared, I can only think of two things that I would miss. One, the celebrity news of ONTD. Two, I have been enjoying a little e-life, conversing with others on PolitiCartoons. However, as far as the e-life goes, it is of a minimal nature. It's nothing like the Blurty days and the whole 2003-2006 era. In other words, I wouldn't miss it terribly. And as far as ONTD goes, it might improve my mood not to be so familiar with the lives of the rich and famous.

These considerations make one mindful of just how empty my life is. I'm just keeping a journal (or three) and using the great word-processing functionality of the Internet. That's pretty depressing. It's not a new insight. It's been this way for years. But it can still be a slap in the face to see the bare fact brought out in such high-relief. Though, there is also the porn. Which helps a lot.

Daily Fun

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