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Brainstorming about history, politics, literature, religion, and other topics from a 'gypsy' scholar on a wagon hitched to a star.
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The newly redacted, and now richly illustrated novella, The Bottomless Bottle of Beer, has finally arrived. The author, Jeffery Hodges, has further enriched the novella’s literary style, while noted illustrator Terrance Lindell has provided some 50 illustrations to enhance the story’s atmosphere. A further somewhat gothic touch is provided by the young (future) cartoonist En-Uk Hwang, who offers the novella’s front cover as a rather creepy window into the realm of uncanny darkness.
I have recently published a book of poems, specifically, limericks. The book is titled Extra Pound: The Limericks. You might not have heard of Extra Pound, but you will learn a great deal about this counterfactual writer if you purchase my book, and read it, of course.
Here are the links.
Amazon:
International Authors:
http://www.
You can learn more at these two sites above.
An English professor writing an hour-long comment on Hi Ren offers helpful insights on the various personalities that pop up to critique each other's views. (Sorry that this is so badly written; short of time)
Carter Kaplan has recently reworked and republished his sci-fi trilogy, The Invisible Tower, which fans of sci-fi and of Kaplan should greatly enjoy. Like Thomas Pynchon, Carter worries about the growing power of technology over society and the individual. An eminently clear writer, Kaplan makes the technical details of his chosen genre easily understood These books can be purchased here:
"In the glare of noise, heat, dust, and confusion," Gornick tells us . . . but can she?
Caught in a moment of intrepid sitting, the tripper (Vitasta Raina) ponders her next move, while I (Gypsy Scholar, aka Horace Jeffery Hodges) am grateful for the brief respite.
For more on our writings, see Carter Kaplan's publications blog, specifically, the blog entry International Authors in Seoul.
Ever read those "Today in History" columns that purport to tell us what happened TODAY in HISTORY? They don't.
Sportswriter Jim Bulley informs us: "Hwang Hee-chan goes 22 games without a goal!" Bulley then helpfully adds: "The Bull" has lost his bite, but can he get it back again?"
One might well also wonder if "The Bull" has polished off any china closets lately . . .
My blog got spammed, and the price for getting it despammed was the loss of several blog entries. Sorry about that.
Horace Jeffery Hodges
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Brother James would say that, but he never had to pay the price demanded by incensed deity.
Horace Jeffery Hodges
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An anti-hunger scam stole 240 million dollars from the US government "by billing the government for meals they did not serve to children who did not exist." (David A. Fahrenthold, "Dozens are charged in theft of hunger aid," The New York Times, September 22, 2022)
I wrote this religious poem about a month ago.
No One Feels Death
No one feels death, but Jesus,
who reckons my every stroke,
the forty minus one
of which the rabbis spoke.
No one seeks death, but Jesus,
who counters every blow
and bears our every sorrow
because he loves us so.
But how in the Hell do we know? (This query is not part of the poem.)
Father: It's dangerous to be famous.
Son: Why?
Father: Famous people die more frequently.
Son: What!
Father: It's true! Every day, I read the papers, and the people who've died are almost always famous.
My True Ancestry sent me an email with emphasis upon the following: "Upload Your Raw DNA Data."
I hadn't been planning on uploading any DNA data at all, but I'll make a note that it should be uncooked if I ever do decide to use their services.
I read an interesting statistic in the "Korea Herald" for Monday June 27th (2022):
"Majority of Americans hold Trump culpable for 1/6 riot."
I wonder who is held responsible for the other 5/6.
About a week ago, I fell out of bed. I don't know I did it, but the feat must have been a magnificent acrobatic one, for I met the floor in a full frontal position -- as though I'd been dropped from heaven face-first into the arms a lovely lass, except that I'd hit the floor instead. My wife jumped out of bed in alarm. I groaned, "That really hurt." I had a bump on my head and something like a scratch on the bump and stuff that felt like blood on the scratch, and something like a crust forming on the blood. Kind of like that old song that starts out with a hole in the bottom of the sea. From there, it's to infinity, and beyond!
And oddly enough, for about week from that accident, my Parkinson's symptoms were gone!
I called it "my little miracle."
But it went away.
"Thanks a lot, God. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. Indian-giver be the name of the Lord."
What do you call the actions of the male offspring of a forest, given that the offspring have betrayed the forest through those actions?
In his new book on teaching, Kevin Kim draws attention to me and my influence, and he thanks me for my insights into homeschooling. In private, he says that my ideas can be found scattered throughout the book.
In other words, if the book fails, well, it was mostly Jeff's stupid stuff anyway.
The writer Ezra Klein offers an essay on Christianity in the NYT International on April 3rd, 2022:
"Christianity . . . is a religion that insists on the dignity of all people and centers the poor and the marginalized. . . . What I, as an outsider to Christianity, have always found most beautiful about it is how strange it is. Here is a worldview built on a foundation of universal sin and insufficiency, an equality that bleeds out of the recognition that we are all broken, rather than that we must all be great. I've always envied the practice of confession, not least for its recognition that there will always be more to confess and so there must always be more opportunities to be forgiven."
to do what Mack Hassler and Cara Gilgenbach did: Emanations for Special Collections.
"I think, therefore I am," quod he to me.
Scott Herschovitz wrote in a recent NYT issue (May 3, 2022) of an interesting question posed by his four-year-old son: "Is God real?"
The NYT International Edition recently (April 13, 2022) ran a somewhat garbled piece (cf. paragraph eight) on Ludwig Wittgenstein, who experienced his writing as a burden, and "sexuality as a burden, too, writing "frankly (and frequently) about his masturbation (or lack thereof), an activity he associated with not getting enough exercise. Sometimes commentary on work and sex would run together: "--Will I find the redemptive thought? Will it come to me??!!--Yesterday & today I masturbated."
If you have been expecting a reply to an email that you recently sent to me, your email may have gone missing in a virus-induced loss of emails, and if you think that this may have happened, then send your email again.
I nodded off while trying to type something:
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What in the world was I thinking?
Who said this?
Old age is when we find out what happened to us when we were young.