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Tuesday, October 18, 2022

On The Road With Al And Ivy: A Literary Homeless Chronicle - Oct. 2022



“She is herself like an angel in revolt. On the judgment of these men, whose eyes are constantly on their superiors or staring at the floor, Jeanne expiates the crime of plain-speaking and of looking straight into the eyes of her adversaries.”

- The Trial Of Jeanne D’Arc (W.P. Barrett translation from the original Latin and French documents)

The origins of legends about witches and black cats were shrouded in mystery until 123,456 A.D. when the late Professor Ivy Of 'Shitzu U' began groundbreaking studies which unearthed heretofore suppressed Gospels from the early days of Christianity, known today by historians as "The Bro Club Age Of Enlightenment." 

"It was difficult to ascertain from historical accounts exactly when witches and black cats became besties, much less if women even existed," the Fluffy White Martyr For The Sacred Feminine stated in her 1986 book, Black Cats Are A-Holes, "Ancient historical accounts rarely mention females unless a famous dude became embroiled in a divorce, which was forbidden until Pope Grouchy McAllister III of the now defunct Middle Finger At Satan Church issued a Papal Edict in 12345 A.D. that stated, 'Divorce is now allowed as long as the sinful Jezebel is excommunicated beforehand and proper payment to the Pontiff made.'"

Imagine the shock the Good Professor experienced when discovering that witches had existed long before that term became common!

It was found that in the early dawn of the written word, in the ancient Egyptian chronicle, "To Jest Fikcja," the word to describe a female who was beautiful, smart, sassy, cute, and didn't put up with any man's shit, who naturally was Queen Khleopahtra, was accidentally changed from the "B Word" to the word "witch" by the autocorrect software at the time and the substitution of the letter W for B went unnoticed by male editors too busy looking at porn sites.

The Waggy Tailed Student Of History was able to confirm this aromatic fact by having a well-known Hacker (who chose to stay anonymous due to Federal warrants issued for his arrest) study the Egyptian autocorrect software, who confirmed that it is still in use today without changes to the algorithm and still consistently changes any term for a female to the word "witch," though "feminist man-hater" and "castrator" also appear to be common substitutions.

It goes without saying that the Shitzu Sage needed more proof!

Professor Ivy noted in her controversial book, Black Cats Created The Plague, that "The specious claim that witches and black cats team up to create evil spells and frustrate man's desire to achieve a life of casual sex and free sports cable needed to be confirmed by documentary sources written by women, who alone know what they think."

Men had given up any attempt to understand such matters after the edict by Pope Grouchy McAllister III in 567,890 A.D., which stated, "Qui quid femina cogitat!"

It took a whole ten minutes of Web surfing that was constantly interrupted by targeted pop-up ads that pitched gourmet dog food recipes and sundry chew toys, but Professor Ivy found several conspiracy theory sites that carried a multitude of conflicting versions of the infamous Lost Gospels Of Murgatroyd (now a book on Vella, first three chapters will be free) which purport to contain ancient accounts by women about the origins of the super duper friendship between witches and black kitties.

The Barking Bluestocking uncovered a monograph that escaped the torch by male inquisitors because it was written in woman code (using words longer than four letters) in an ancient Egyptian Celebrity cookbook written in 123,456 B.C. by Queen Khleopahtra called "Delicious Gluten Free Poison Recipes To Serve to Low-Down Adulterers."

The key phrase in that incendiary papyrus work was "Anī woman hǒu actſ lǒve ain man intransiciọ̄n  brandede ain witch a'd hē̆r kittī ain familiar in leaguæ with Satan."

In the Canine Pundit's 1965 work, "Cats Like To Scratch People's Feet," she loosely translates that phrase to read; "When men are off on important business like commiting adultery or fighting wars for profit, the fairer sex will be tempted spend their idle time engaging in mischievous dalliances with saucy Black Cats who are in league with Satan."

Earth-shaking words indeed!

The question remains: In spite of the fulfilling Godly pleasures of housework, doing laundry by hand, washing dishes, preparing meals from scratch, taking care of the kids, and putting up with narcissists (back then called "Knights in shining armor"), why did some women instead choose to join up with black cats to cast spells for Beezelbub?

In Chapter 14, paragraph 666 of The Lost Gospels Of Murgatroyd, the answer to that burning question was answered in the parable titled "The War Between Good And Evil," in which Pope Grouchy McAllister III engaged The Naughty Beast in a literary debate to convince women to pursue the path of virtue and unquestioning obedience to men.

The Macho Pontiff stated the case for femme subservience as "We dudes value the efforts of our female associates and strive to foster a safe and nurturing environment for servitude. The ultimate reward of Heaven awaits those of the fairer sex who put up with male promiscuity and sublimate their frustrations into expert work on the spinning wheel and kitchen craft. Needless to say, it's critical to start indoctrinating  them at an early age or else they'll act friskier than men when they hit puberty."

The Defiant Rebel Against Goodness was said to have retorted, "I promise women that they may exchange hell on earth for hell later, and until then can cavort around like dudes do, have sex any time with anybody, fly through the air, wear fashionable black clothing and boots, listen to heavy metal and Industrial Dance, eat anything you want without worrying about getting fat, and cast evil spells on any narcissistic dude who gives you crap."

The Master Of Evil added, "All I ask is that you adopt a black kitty because there's a surplus in the shelters due to men thinking they're my servants, which is true, but they're cute and deserve love as much as any dog."

Professor Ivy relates in her 1456 book, "Black Cats Fart In Your Face When You're Asleep," that "Women found the best choice was obvious, but the Sore Loser Cardinal Of Tiber issued an edict that "All women who choose to blow off the comforts of food preparation and become witches will be treated to an extreme tanning session at the stake with front row seats available for $1,000 at showtime. The church accepts cash, credit or PayPal."

The Lost Gospels relate that "These high-temperature spectacles were only mildly popular at first due to competition with the more audience-friendly wars for loot and conquest, but really took off with the roasting of the first Superstar Witch, later known as Saint Joan Of Arc, who was turned into a s'more after she proved that 90% of the followers the English claimed in France were actually fake bots and purchased followers from a corrupt Cardinal in what was known as Normandy in 456,789 A.D."

Queen Khleopahtra's Sacred Feminine cookbook provides Historians with an accurate portrait of medieval witches, who are described as "Super foxy babes who flew on winged white horses, partied all night with their black cat buddies, didn't do dishes, slept ten hours a day, binge watched Outlander, wore hot black leather outfits with green hair, and did Industrial Dance videos on social media."

However, a 1345 A.D. manual issued by the Church under Pope Grouchy, called "How To Pick Up Sinful Wenches," describes witches as "Old, stinky, toothless crones who cackled while cooking bats in big black kettles, flew around on broomsticks, and cavorted with evil black cats who pooped on people's laundry piles."

This blogger passes on the results of this exhaustive research without comment; you've been given the facts about witches and black cats, and the decision on what to believe is up to you.

Kindle Vella Update For October 2022:

It's the tenth month of my Vella journey, and here's an update on what's happened and my observations about it 


One thing that's become obvious; many of the early articles that came out about Vella were often just clickbait quickly written up to get content online for a trending subject.


That was probably unavoidable, of course. When many of the articles came out, Vella was very new, and the only past models were sites like Wattpad and Radish, which had very different approaches.


However, the basic model was to put up a lot of chapters (called episodes) but don't waste too much time on the first three free episodes and make sure to first paid one (number 4) is good.


That's flat-out wrong unless you already have a bunch of chapters written.


First off, no one's going to read past the first episode if it's not your best or obvious filler. It's not a waste to front-load the story if you have enough faith in your talent to feel that every entry is going to be a good read.


Secondly, Vella is clearly one of the very few publishers where you can get at least some payment as an unknown new writer. In other words, it is a professional environment. If you produce a reasonable amount of episodes, maybe three, Amazon will probably pay out a bonus for it.


Many of the early articles focused on the lower royalties from having three free chapters, which is true, but most writers will find that the bonus will be higher than royalties, at least at first. 


The articles weren't completely wrong, of course, but the writers didn't fully know what Vella was going to be.


I've realized that the Vella site can be whatever you want it to be. There's no editor to tell you to do otherwise. You can stick a full book in or just do it at your own pace.


In my case, I decided to put all of my developmental projects onto the site and treat each as an old-school serial and load episodes as each is ready. 


I'm not going to go for bulk on one story or stick dead projects in to beef up my catalog. Each is a project started for the primary purpose of enjoying writing, and I'm willing to be patient with the results since all are generating bonuses in the meantime.


So ten months in, I'm seeing what works and what doesn't, which is a process I didn't want to go through with my main novel in progress, the Al & Ivy book. 


I can honestly say that it's been fun, which has always been my main goal with writing. Of course, you will have to be patient and willing to learn, but there are plenty of levels of success there in Vella if you want it.


Here's an update on each of my Vella books:




The Quitters


https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B09PC3L6PC


It's the first book, and after ten months, it's finally developing an audience, and the stats are trending upward this month. I think it's due to the blog and the new book/music video short format I'm using for its promotion. I’ve moved the plot lines away from potentially over technical descriptions of playing live to more emphasis on the personalities and in particular, the main character Nym.


It's at 31 episodes, though as an ebook, we're talking maybe 15 traditional-length chapters. I'm keeping the format episodic and short, kind of like a weekly TV show, which works for Vella but will need to be restructured for the ebook.




I, Ivy


 https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0B3RCBT4D


The story got off to a decent start, but I didn't notice that as it's obvious now that the daily totals on the Vella dashboard can differ or not jibe with the monthly or overall total, which have to be accurate as those numbers determine the royalty and bonus payouts. I'll be paying more attention to this one in November, as it’s being read more than I thought.




The Forbidden Lost Gospels Of Murgatroyde


 https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0BJ2TW4P1


This is a new one, though it'll be the most familiar to blog readers. I'll be changing the format of the blog in November, and putting the Lost Gospels here will allow me to fully expand that line of humor and satire in a way that simply being a blog feature doesn't permit.




The Boogie Underground Think Tank: How To Survive The End Of Civilization


 https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0BG6LNXTG


This one is a revival of an old humor column I ran in my old "Delta Snake Blues News" publication in the 90s and 2000s. The slant is about survival in the upcoming hard times, but it really will be topical and cover subjects that are offbeat but relevant. The next one coming in a few days will be "How To Shop For The Perfect Expert," which obviously will be a humorous commentary on the use of experts in general.



The Adventures Of Queen Khleopahtra: Ruler Of Egypt, Time Traveler, and Literary Detective


 https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0BJC122G7


This is another new one and will be a fun fusion of the old "Peabody and Sherman" cartoon, which was about a time-traveling dog and boy, Robert Graves' often satirical take on history, and the old "Fractured Fairy Tales" cartoon that used to be featured on the "Rocky And Bullwinkle Show." 


I chose Khleopahtra as the main character because it will offer the widest range of literary situations to explore, and I happened to have a cool drawing of her and liked the idea of expanding the character. After reading the first episode, you'll agree that the possibilities are endless.



- Al Handa
   October 2022


The ebook “On The Road With Al & Ivy: The Anthology Volume 1 2016-2018 is now on Kindle Unlimited!

I’ll run free promotions later this month, but members can read it for free now.



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Saturday, September 17, 2022

On The Road With Al And Ivy: A Homeless Literary Chronicle - Sept. 2022




"You call yourselves poets, write little short lines, I'm a poet, but I write lines paragraphs and pages and many pages long."

- Jack Kerouac


WOMEN AND CATS: PART 3 - QUEEN CLEOPAWTRA OF EGYPT

Ancient Egyptian Civilization wasn't always a souvenir industry for museums and collectors. Some experts claim they were an advanced race who even played online video games with extraterrestrial beings, but the truth is more profound and thrilling.

It is now known that the first Egyptian Pharaoh was a calico cat named Cleopawtra because of the groundbreaking work by Professor Ivy of Shitzu U, who discovered that the "Great Balls Of Fire that consumed The Library Of Alexandria," which purportedly destroyed much of the ancient knowledge of the time only affected ten percent of the library books and documents.

The Furry Professor dug up like a bone the scintillating fact that 90% of the so-called lost documents were not in the Library at the time of the fire; 40% of the books were checked out and overdue, 30% had been stolen, and the remaining 20% were listed on various auction sites by dishonest librarians.

Ivy notes in her epic 1987 treatise, Cats Ruined Egyptian Civilization, "In fact, the only books destroyed by the great fire were titles that men weren't interested in borrowing, which included books about mathematics, grammar, health and hygiene, cooking, engineering, the arts, humanities, women's studies, and any fiction with lots of big words."

The Floppy Eared Scholar also noted, "Thus most of the remaining knowledge that men were interested in, such as various forms of black magic love potions, conspiracy theories about the Martians and Lizard People who control the world, natural viagra, penis enlargers, sports betting, ancient grains and nutrition, exotic sex positions, how to pick up women, cultivation of weed, production of explosives and poisons, pictures of naked women whose only desire is to please men, details on how to earn $1,500 a week in passive income, and other similar subjects did survive that terrible fire and to this day are freely available on the Internet."

The truth is so fantastic that it's hard to believe!

Indeed, in that scintillating 1987 treatise, she adds, "These heretofore lost records prove Cleopawtra not only invented Internet emojis, but mandated that 50% of the hieroglyphic content be cat pictures, and befitting a true Queen to all, allowed porn makers to use 80% of the bandwidth so men could have something to look at while building the pyramids."

The historical records also state, "The remaining 1% of available disc space on the Sphinx was allotted to subjects like algebra which was deemed to have possible value to future generations, though it wasn't clear at the time what use it could be."

Professor Ivy relates, "The main task that Cleopawtra faced was to elevate the educational level of her subjects. Although the early Hieroglyphic Web showed some promise in that regard, the Queen soon realized that most people resisted attempts to use it as a vehicle of truth and learning."

The good Professor studied ancient records that were pilfered from the Tomb Of Sheba, The Catfood Goddess, and purchased on eBay in 123,456 A.D., which chronicled the Meowing Pharaoh's attempts to, as she put it, "To get men back to work building Pyramids and Landing Strips for Alien Spacecraft instead of watching porn all day."

In her illuminating 1989 treatise, "Slob Egyptian Cats Used The Valley Of Kings As A Litter Box," Ivy states that Cleopawtra found the solution!

As she relates, "The Sublime Scratchy One realized that trying to make people more intelligent by building a great library in Alexandria was a nonstarter after it burned down. 

The Phoenician Historian, King Tut McDougal, wrote in 234,567 B.C. that "Some Death Metal stoners accidentally set the Library on fire after deciding it'd be cool to smoke a papyrus paper copy of Homer's Iliad with dire results."

The Great Pointy Eared Monarch then realized that by using the unique power of the hieroglyphic Internet to make people believe anything they're told, her subjects could be made to feel smarter by encouraging them to think everyone else was inferior beings like NASCAR fans or Republicans.

"This was easy to do," stated the Shitzu Scholar, "As the Nobility already thought that about 99.999% of the population. 

The historic proclamation in 123,456 B.C. was broadcast on social media and read:

"Vores fine fine superfine dronning introducerede demokratiets nyskabelse, som gav ret til snobberi til alle, og proklamerede, at det at være et røvhul, selvom det var modbydeligt, ikke var en forbrydelse, medmindre man forsøgte at forklare dronningen."



Professor Ivy translated that Ancient Egyptian post In her heart-stopping 1987 treatise, Cats Are Two-Faced Liars Who Poop In Purses, and in English reads, "The Immortal Pussycat Queen proclaims that 'the Kingdom was now a democracy where everybody has the right to look down upon their fellow man, and that insults and snobby statements are 'protected speech' with the one exception being that mansplaining the Queen is a capital crime."

It goes without saying that such a paradigm of political and sociological thought would be opposed by the #gotbigbucks set, but the ever-wise feline Ruler reassured the Nobles with a proclamation that, as the ancient records state, "Although Democracy mandates that all are equal in the eyes of the law, higher levels of equality are still available for purchase and the rights of commoners are still subject to the legitimate demands of warfare, obtaining cheap labor for retail businesses and overseas commerce."

The sweetly odiferous document concludes, "ово је сатира и служи само за забаву."

The Superduper Calico anticipated the possible shortage of stupid idiots to troll and feel better than, and as related in Ivy's 1756 work, Cats Secretly Hate Your Guts, "She proclaimed that everyone is required to use autocorrect software to ensure that everyone will make silly-ass mistakes in public so all can take turns being grammar fascists."

As you can see, there's no need to fabricate theories about extraterrestrial intercourse with Martians when the truth is even stranger! [Citation needed, Mimee The Blog Generator Bot states that of the several million people who've claimed to have sex with studs and vixens from far away Galaxies, the odds that all are lying is never zero, plus societal approbation in response to such claims has probably forced many more millions to keep it a secret like booger eaters or banjo music fans are forced to do.]

Although the aforementioned lost Egyptian Records confirmed the existence of Cleopawtra, Professor Ivy's treatise concludes, "Like most explosive discoveries that threaten the status quo, it was suppressed by the macho sexist dog-loving male hierarchy and labeled as 'discredited fake news perpetrated by catty types who hate televised pro football and don't shave their armpits.'"

This blogger asked Mimee to generate additional content about the aftermath of Clawopatra's invention of snobbery so that said blogger could play another round of 'Panzer General' on his iPad but was rebuffed and advised, "Until copyright law is updated to protect original works by A.I. software I'll be forced to only generate genre fiction where the same words are merely moved around, or confine indifferently researched nonfiction to the Internet which has a lower standard of truth than Congress if that's even possible."

As you can see, the rapid pace of technological development creates new problems to ignore and force future generations to deal with!

Because creating original content without the use of A.I. will require time and actual thought by this blogger, we will continue this thread in Part 4 in October, which will nuke the falsehoods and slanders about black cats and witches and give me a perfect Halloween-themed essay.



THE BATTLE OF DIEN BIEN PHU BY JULES ROY

I'm sure most of you have books that were revisited to check a quote or some such thing but ended up drawing you back in.

History books are prime candidates for this because the context can change due to new discoveries or perspectives.

One common stereotype is that historical works are simply collections of facts presented after a process of studying source materials to create an accurate account of an event, person or era.

The reality is that written history is best described by the old high-tech dictum, "Garbage in, garbage out."

In other words, a history book is only as good as the source materials and to what extent the writer can put aside their bias, agenda, or peer pressure.

Most medieval chronicles are almost worthless as literal accounts of historical events or personages due to those factors mentioned above. 

The writers back then were generally tasked with glorifying this or that Lord or King, and most critical accounts were paid for or sanctioned by the opposition. 

In other words, if you want to find out what crimes a French King committed, it's best to check English sources and allow for bias or agendas.

…the best way…

One Historian, Hilaire Belloc, found that the best way to determine who and how many were at a medieval battle was to check the financial records of the Lord or King in question. 

The job of the Historian, or chronicler, was to present the Battle as a glorious victory, but the clerk in charge of the financial records had to account for who was paid and how much. That gave Belloc a more accurate number.

However, most of the infantry of that era weren't paid or equipped by the King and survived (or were motivated) by looting. This is why the estimates of the size of armies can vary. Most competent historians will clarify that there's a number range rather than an exact figure.

Also, historically, virtually all armies with large numbers of poorly paid or "volunteer" soldiers will commit atrocities and plunder. The Historian's task (even for many in the present day) was to highlight the behaviors of the enemy and not of the patron's forces.

Old historical accounts can be biased or inaccurate, and over time a more complete picture evolves as more data is uncovered. That goes for historical works in the present. 

Whether a history book is considered accurate or relevant can also depend on the attitudes and perspectives of later generations.

One good example is how "General Custer's last stand" is perceived now. At the time (even though there was some controversy), it was generally seen as a massacre of a popular hero and his brave men who were fighting the good fight against the savages who killed innocent white settlers in the Westward expansion.

There was a period when Custer's defeat at The Battle Of Little Big Horn (or Battle Of The Greasy Grass to Native Americans) was seen by the public as due to the cowardice of two subordinate officers who weren't present (though actually ordered by Custer to pursue separate actions).

It's one of the most studied and written about military actions in American history, so I don't need to go into detail here. The information is all available on the Internet and in books.



…the general view nowadays…

However, and I'm simplifying here, the current view has become that General Custer screwed up due to various character flaws, a desire to hog all of the glory before the other units he was supposed to cooperate with arrived, and supposing that it was just going to be a routine massacre of a Native American camp full of women, children and warriors caught off guard.

One of the primary reasons that it took so long to get a reasonably balanced account of the event was that the only survivors (of Custer's own Battle) were, of course, the Lakota Sioux, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho warriors who wiped out Custer's detachment whose accounts weren't available (and probably wouldn't have been believed by Americans at the time anyway).

There were survivors, the actual casualty count was 268 killed, and 55 wounded out of 700. Those remaining were under the command of the two subordinates who Custer assigned different roles (and were later cleared by a Military Court of Inquiry though not in the court of public opinion).

New books continue to come out about that Battle, so the perception of what happened continues to evolve.

When we first learn history in school, it's presented as absolute truth. That evolves into a realization that the data on an event or subject can come from many sources, some of which can contradict the popular view. History has often been about what people think happened.

The main thing one will glean from historical accounts is that determining the truth isn't a cut-and-dried process. 

What the Historian thinks is credible or relevant has a big influence on the work.

A good example is in an unrelated genre, the movies. The overwhelming majority of Westerns, until maybe the late 60s, depicted Native Americans as blood-thirsty savages and assumed white settlers were peaceful folk who just wanted to live in peace under the protection of soldiers who acted like white knights in shining armor.

That image didn't just come out of the blue. It was based on historical accounts by earlier white colonists and settlers who viewed the tribes as barbarians or animals.

Those early accounts (some detailed in earlier blog entries) would sometimes document white atrocities as a matter of fairness, but those statements would be overlooked and ignored.

Again, that bias or tunnel vision can affect a historian's view and process. Acclaimed historical works can be found to be unreliable or biased due to the availability of new data or, just as important, the changed perception of later generations.

…Vietnam war…

This is also true for another significant event in American history, the Vietnam War.

It was essentially a continuation of France's war there in the 50s, and the reason I didn't use it as the main example is because, after 50 years, the historical perspective is still in flux (though there's plenty of strong opinion about it).

Historical writing can be political. It can come from a conservative, middle-of-the-road or progressive attitude.

The book I'm going to talk about could be said to reflect a progressive or critical attitude towards the Battle of Dien Ben Phu.

There's no question that it was, at the very least, a "strategic" disaster for the French forces in Vietnam. That is to say, much of the French Army there was still intact and able to fight afterward. So, "tactically," it was a defeat, but not a decisive one that made it impossible for the Army to keep fighting.

In fact, due to the isolated location of the Battle, it didn't affect anything outside of that area, where a division of Foreign Legionaries and regular troops were beaten and forced to surrender.

However, from a political standpoint, it was the last straw for a country (France) that was getting tired of that overseas war and the profound shock that a "Western Army" had been beaten in the field by what was perceived as a peasant army (Which has frequently happened throughout history but people tend to ignore that, even historians).

To fully understand the Battle and its effect on the later American involvement, it's best to refer you to the Internet, where a large body of work exists from all points of view. It's good practice to read it all.

I've read that this or that book is the "definitive" one on the subject, but that's something you can decide for yourself.

…Jules Roy…

Jules Roy's 1963 book, "The Battle Of Dien Bien Phu" is one of the classics, the work of a Colonel who resigned his commission in protest of the French Indochina War.

Of all the books on the subject, it's the one that reads like a novel. One of the critical events of the Battle was the fall of the northernmost outpost at Dien Bien Phu. Instead of going into a lot of technical detail about that part of that Battle, he concentrates on the reaction of the defenders and why it shouldn't have been a surprise that it fell so quickly.

Such an approach might not satisfy military history buffs who'd want all the technical details. Still, it works better for a non-specialist and better illustrates the cascading series of errors that led to it, much like how a plane crash results from a series of smaller failures.

Though I advise reading the full details on the Internet (and books), it would be a good idea to give a brief overview of the battlefield before going further.

…in a nutshell…

In a nutshell, The main French Commander Navarre conceived a plan to draw the Vietnamese Army out into the open where superior artillery and airpower could destroy it.

The plan involved building a base where the enemy had to attack it, and unfortunately, the place chosen was a valley that could only be supplied and reinforced by air.

Navarre put his second in command, General Cogny, in charge, and despite his reservations, he accepted the assignment and appointed a cavalry Commander who reluctantly accepted.

That last detail was important as once the Battle started, the commander stayed in his quarters until the final surrender.

In essence, the camp became a sort of anarchy where some of the junior officers took over and led the fighting—more on that in a bit.

An entire division, about 12,000 men, was dropped into the Valley, and they set up one main stronghold and seven smaller positions on nearby hills (which were split up into smaller trench lines, etc.). Those were miles apart, and due to the jungle and rough terrain, the bases were isolated and unable to support each other.

The airstrip they depended on was protected by two of the middle positions. If those fell or came under heavy attack, it would make landing aircraft impossible, and supplies and reinforcements would have to be dropped in by parachute.

The base was located there under the assumption that the Vietnamese General, Giap, didn't have heavy artillery or anti-aircraft guns, which, if placed in the mountains surrounding the Valley, would effectively cut off supply.

One French officer who inspected the base complex after it was built remarked that if they lost even an inch of ground, they were done for.

In short, the Vietnamese were able to move heavy artillery into the mountains in sheltered emplacements and were able to put the entire base under fire. The French weren't able to clear out the anti-aircraft guns, and soon after the northernmost position fell, which put the two middle hills under attack, they were able to force the air force to drop supplies and reinforcements by parachute. That became difficult when the rainy season came.

There was a lot of fighting still to be done, but once the Viets choked off the supply line, it was only a matter of time. With the heavy artillery in the mountains closing off the airstrip and the base surrounded, an evacuation was impossible.




…human details…

Roy's book does a superb job of relating the human details, such as the racist contempt for the enemy, overconfidence in technology, and the complex politics that produced a risky plan that would make even a layman wonder what the high command was thinking.

One of the elements Roy handles well is describing the personal dynamics in the camp once the commander became a non-factor.

In any large gathering, certain personalities will tend to emerge. Most will rise by physical strength or perceived power. I saw this in more than a few homeless enclaves. 

In one, women were safe due to the character of the dominant males. In others, where drug use was widespread, both men and women were bullied or exploited. The main thing is it's never a democratic process.

There were a few camps/enclaves that started off peacefully but devolved once those grew in size and angry or sociopathic personalities started asserting control.

 Because of the personal nature of this type of power, it's often safer to join the largest camps and find which section is dominated by the best leaders or ones so spread out that no one can control it (except the dealers, etc.).

At Dien Bien Phu, the same dynamic occurred. In some positions, the leaders checked out, and desertions made the areas useless to the defense.

On others, capable officers did maintain discipline but could only slow down the fall of the base. By the end of the Battle, it was estimated that there were only about 3,000 still fighting, the rest dead or hiding out by the river and other places.

One thing that the media rarely understands (or if they do, they don't say) is that when they give this or that homeless person the status as a spokesperson in a story, they're actually creating a defacto leader due to the aura that the camera has.

How the new leader handles the situation can vary and was a dynamic in play during the Battle.

In any case, back to the book...

One chilling detail was the suggestion by an American Admiral that the U.S. Air Force drop several nuclear bombs on the Vietnamese positions. Though the plan was sensibly killed by President Eisenhower and Great Britain, the plan reached the point where Air Force officers undertook air reconnaissance to scout out the target.

The author also puts in details that wouldn't usually be in a "history book," such as the brothel that the base maintained for the soldiers, soldier gossip, violations of the rules of war, and the history of atrocities by both sides. 

It was a grim war, and as the French began losing, Roy points out that the Vietnamese, who were treated as vermin to be exterminated, could hardly be expected to be fair just because the fortunes of war had changed.

What made me reread the book wasn't any particular fascination with the Battle but Roy's ability to narrate a complex event and his passion as a writer.

For example, he spends a couple of pages describing what was going through the minds of volunteers who jumped without paratrooper training into a base that had lost enough ground that all had to be dropped into the center of the defenses, into the barbed wire, and enemy barrages. 

The passages are almost poetic and add color that one doesn't normally see in a history book, with the possible exception of World War 1, which produced a large body of poetry, etc. It's more common to see such writing in a literary or poetic work, but it's effective here as detail and a glimpse into the human side of the event. 

He does frequently inject his opinion into the narrative, though mainly to create context about the hypocrisy and arrogance of many of the French officers. In the early 60s, it took moral courage to portray the Vietnamese as freedom fighters when the focus was fighting the spread of communism.

He took care to show that there was humanity on the French side, particularly among the soldiers in the trenches.

…fearless…

Roy's a first-rate writer and clearly a fearless and empathetic one. The book is an indictment of French colonialism and corruption, but there's a sense of fairness that permeates the narrative, and both his sympathy and outrage ring true. It's passionate work.

It goes without saying that to understand the Vietnam wars, one needs to study it from a variety of sources. No one book is definitive.

However, from a writer's standpoint, this is a classic that's not only a good starting point for study but a clinic on personal-style narrative and storytelling. It may not be the best pure history book, but it's the most human. In the end, a war is about people, not battles or weapons.



JACK KEROUAC: POEMS ALL SIZES

One of the recent trends in the art world is old-time (and often legendary) music artists selling off their catalogs. It used to be considered essential to retain publishing, but it does make sense; better to get your money upfront and let the new owner deal with marketing it.

When one sees a book like this one, Jack Kerouac's "Pomes All Sizes," published in 1992 by City Lights Books, one assumes the rights holder was paid, but I do think that Kerouac was one of many artists whose works generated income that they never saw in their lifetimes.

The delay in publishing is due to side issues that aren't relevant to the work, and from what I can tell from accounts on the Internet, this isn't a case of dregs being scraped together for commercial gain (like some posthumous releases of other artists), though the poems were written over a period of years. 

We'll leave it at that; in other ways, it's a labor of love by those who loved him to honor his memory and surely a welcome addition to the canon by his fans.  

One of the pleasures of Kerouac's work is that it's a fusion of prose and poetry that reads well and sounds even better when read aloud. In addition, it has a musical quality. There's texture and rhythm and can range from beautifully expressed ideas to words as pure sound.

By musical, I also mean that there's an underlying energy that the reader can tap into, which feels as fluid as an improvised instrumental phrase.

Another pleasure is that his work rewards even casual reading; lines and phrases can jump off the page because the imagery is so vivid.

One such line was from Enlightenments, which reads, "When you become enlightened you will know that you've been enlightened all along," which is obvious in the way a child would say it.

On the other hand, there's the word music which isn't evident in meaning, but it reads like music and provokes thought;

'Flowers aim crookedly 
For the straight death"

I couldn't tell you what he meant, but it's a compelling phrase and quite clever. Perhaps it's a riff of some Buddhist axiom, or maybe an idea that popped into his head, and it was written down to capture a moment, expand on later, or be left as is.

Or perhaps it was left as written to provoke thought. We'll never know, but maybe it'll make more sense later with experience.

One thing about this poetry collection is that while there is an emotional progression over time, it can be opened up anywhere and enjoyed. 

Also, since the structure is non-traditional, it can be read as prose if you wish. As Ginsberg quotes him in the intro;

"You call yourselves poets, write little short lines, I'm a poet, but I write lines paragraphs and pages and many pages long."

One thing I've always admired about his writing is that although he's been widely imitated, his work always seems fresh, with his personality clearly coming through even when a phrase falls flat or seems incomprehensible.

That's because he didn't write in a careful or planned manner. He was willing to make mistakes or fail trying to achieve expression. That's a quality that's still rare, with so much writing now being heavily edited, constricted by grammatical conventions or software, or marketing considerations. 

Say what you will about his character, he wasn't a saint, and it's fair to judge him on that as a person if that matters in terms of appreciating his work. The appreciation of art is highly personal, so there's no standard or criteria.

The important thing was that Kerouac was a real writer who put all of himself into a work, always trying to shorten the distance between creation and the typewriter, and that's why his stuff still seems fresh and compelling.

Most of us still haven't caught up with him.




Vella News For October!

I had originally planned to publish “I, Ivy” as an eBook, but for a few months would prefer to just publish the completed chapters as Vella episodes. The Vella environment is a good incubator for a book, and pays out bonuses while it’s being developed. The main reason is reissuing my music is taking up a lot of my time, so writing episodes is a better fit for my schedule. So, I’ve reloaded the original three chapters and added three more new ones.


I’m going to spin off the “Professor Ivy Presents How To Survive The End Of Civilization” series into Vella also. That’ll just be a fun project and it’ll be taken at a leisurely pace, though the writing will be first rate and not casual. It’ll be called “The Boogie Underground Think Tank” and a first free episode has been loaded.


The Quitters has six new chapters, going up to number 32, and the stress at this stage of the book is to flesh out the characters and add more back story.

- Al Handa
   August 2022


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Friday, March 15, 2019

On The Road With Al & Ivy: A Literary Homeless Chronicle - Jan 8th

 

"Like all men in this land, he had been a wanderer, an exile on the immortal earth. Like all of us, he had no home. Wherever great wheels carried him was home."

- Thomas Wolfe (Of Time And The River)

...the new kid in town...

...a new face, possibly Middle Eastern, which is rare around here...I recognized myself in him him because he was acting like I did a few months ago, he had found a spot, a haven, possibly after some aimless wandering about to avoid being seen by those he knew.

The first stage of homelessness is the worst...everything looks big, every problem crushing you and what was your life is now gone...it's a rebirth but it doesn't feel that way because it feels more like death.

In the tarot, the death card is actually a symbol of rebirth...which I knew due to being a tarot card reader on the early internet when it called the usenet and mainly consisted of discussion groups and ftp sites.

I went by the name of Magus Fool, and buying a reading from me included a package of the reading and a free subscription to my tarot newsletter...early tarot web sites later carried it in their search for content. I did pretty well, it supplemented the lower  midwestern pay in my two years in Elkhart, Indiana, as I did my early CAD drafting work drawing up structural plans for RVs and shuttle buses during the day, with night work doing ink drawings of furniture for a small company for it's product catalogue.

It was a busy time. There was also my blues newsletter that had transitioned into an ezine but neglected...because being a small time publisher was a labor of love...being a mystic paid better.

My clients were mainly women, and they all wanted to know the same thing...did their man love them?

I eventually had to quit, because the tarot cards can't divine such a thing...it can only help the person externalize what they already know, and as the clients generally knew the answer already, who wants to be the messenger in such a situation?

It was a fun time though...I met all sorts of metaphysical types, from astrologers to the various types of psychics, one of which correctly predicted that there would be a time when women would be my best allies, which turned out to be true. Any man who raises daughters will be at least a little bit of a feminist...Mario Puzo, author of classic The Godfather, once said that God was wise to entrust our children to women, men would have screwed it up a long time ago...the reason women are better is because men think action and brains is the key; women add heart, and that creates real strength.

The most misunderstood card is the Death card, which was really about rebirth or the end of an old life; though in tarot, the cards can end up meaning anything the reader thinks it means...the best readers are extremely intuitive, the worst are egomaniacs that think that whatever thought comes up is inspired.

The whole idea that tarot cards can predict a future is arguable but not likely...true divination, or oracles, are very rare...rare enough that the true seers are all famous...most divination is really the subject's inner thoughts pulled out into the open and thus a course or future is clear...which is, of course, a talent that's alarmingly close to a con artist's ability to tap into a sucker's greed or vulnerability.

So a newbie homeless is someone who's drawn the Tower card, which is catastrophe or upheaval, and against all normal logic, needs the Death card to comprehend the situation and find a new self...that's one way to look at it anyway.

The main thing lost was a home, which is both a physical and metaphysical concept...the thing that began stabilizing my situation was to quit moving blindly about and find a spot, a haven that may not have been a new home but where the visual confusion of a constant stream of new scenarios could stop and the mind could begin to work.

In other words, get to a place where you can stop reacting and think.

I found my island at a rest stop up north near San Mateo...the nature and isolation of the place meant that the other homeless lived in cars and were similar to me...and I went through the same stage the Middle Eastern new comer was going through.

He's an older guy, a bit older than me, which means a radical change in life is occurring without a younger person's sense that there's plenty of time left to start a new life, though a younger person may need to be told that by an elder. Life is a circle...

He parked in the same parking area for a couple of weeks...same as I did, and gradually expanded that to a couple of other spots. It took him about a week to begin walking away from his car for reasons other than to go to the bathroom, etc., and about two weeks to stop driving off to another spot if someone parked next to him. Which I didn't do, since at the rest stop there was only a couple of areas a newbie could go, there were cliques in the other places that marked off turf and could get hostile if you invaded their space.

I would just try to become more invisible...

The car feels like a protective shell, like a womb where the new self begins to form...that new self can simply to be the old self that realizes that after all the chaos of becoming homeless, you're really the same person after all but simply without a roof over your head, but now with a chance to actually be that same person but without the baggage...that might sound like a circular argument and maybe it is, I don't think I've found out who my original self is yet...

This week the newbie has reached the point where he's coming in at different times and parking pretty much anywhere...he watches the others more, and has begun to look at the outside world again. I don't know what his next step is, but hopefully he knows the difference between a safe haven and a home...it's too soon to decide that he's found a new home.

...singing in the rain...

People like to wax romantically about the rain, but then, most people can walk away from it and go indoors...I can, sort of, but see it pitter pattering away all day on the car windows...you see diverse behaviors out here; people trying not to get wet, getting irritated, tunnel vision aimed at the nearest door, and the occasional Gene Kelly type dancing in the downpour (but definitely because of drugs).

Even the most downtrodden homeless person pushing a cart makes sure they have a raincoat...a cynic might remark that it's a rare chance to wash, but that's not how rain works...unless the person wants to strip naked for an extended period of time and enjoy their new status on a sex offender list.

In this world, rain has a silver lining...as nature sheds it's tears on a thirsty world, the temperature goes up 5-10 degrees and cold cars become stuffy and comfortable even on a windy night.

Seeing all that water come down pounds home the point that I could be out there miserable and cold with a dog that looks like a chihuahua when her fur is soaked. It's a pitiful picture that inspires gratitude and relief.

There is a discipline involved...the real world has places where one can shed the wet clothes and shoes and not track it into the house...in a car, you want to keep as much of the water out as possible...damp air makes feel colder inside, damages devices, and in a rain that lasts days, could invite mildew...also I move away from trees, otherwise the raindrops that collide in the branches come down in bigger drops and can sound like a steady stream of rocks pinging the roof.

I'm lucky my little buddy Ivy hates rain...when she hears it coming down, it brings out a rare patience about going outside to pee, and we both wait for lulls in the downpour to go outside.

Since some coming and going is unavoidable, my wardrobe changes...I prefer trunks, T-shirts and sandals unless it's too cold, as wet clothes don't dry fast in a car...bare feet and skin can be dried off with a towel faster than wet denim and leather. I'll wear a vest or jacket mainly to not attract attention to this kook who's walking around like it's summer, and an umbrella is essential.

It's a car routine for rainy days...if Ivy and I were on foot and had to seek shelter under an overpass, the procedure would be different.

I keep most of my food in the trunk, but if rain is coming then there's a second smaller pantry on the passenger side floor...the trunk has become a drawer, so opening it in the rain means bedding and clothes get wet, and can still be damp and wet in the evening when it's time to sleep. Ivy and I can eat for days from that smaller pantry.

Garbage is dumped daily, and I make it a point to keep it up front...there's a lot of trash in parking lots these days, and homeless are often blamed for it...if an officer looks into my car, I want it obvious that my trash isn't part of the squalor outside. 

I use wipes to clean up every day, and in rainy weather switch to ones that have alcohol, which dries faster and keeps the windows from steaming up. Not that the extra privacy from the steamed windows isn't undesirable, but steamy windows attract extra attention from passing police and security thinking that some sort of fornication is going on...that it could happen in a homeless car is a pretty funny idea when you think about it...not even homeless women will pick a homeless guy in a car as a first choice for a partner, at least one that isn't a druggie...if you see fogged up windows in a homeless car, it's more likely to be pot smoke or wet clothes warmed by body heat.

Rain is often looked at in absolutes like something to get out of, needed but best enjoyed in someone else's neighborhood, or to be endured...but it's like any weather, nature always makes sure there's a silver lining in any of it's offerings.

...it's all about power...

One of the cool scenes in the Apollo 13 movie was where all the people are arguing about this or that in trying to save the astronauts, and the young guy shuts everybody up and says that all that other stuff didn't matter, it was all about power, how much electricity was left in the batteries...without it, the spacecraft wouldn't be able to land.

The scene was about what a key issue is, the essential truth, and it applies to life and homelessness...in a car, it's all about keeping it running...once the car stops running, the whole life can collapse, and end most thoughts about the future, and drop you down to the next rung.

Tow truck drivers will tell you, the start of the rainy season is one of the busiest times...mainly electrical systems that fail in the damp and wet weather.

I pay attention to the electrical system and ignition when it's raining. Casual things like running everything at once in a older car is like a drunk sailor with a months pay in a foreign port, it can lead to a dead battery, and immobility at the wrong time.

That means avoiding such things as the temptation to constantly run the car to warm it up...it has to be done once in a while of course, but my rule is use only one thing if possible at a time; if the lights and heater are on, I don't charge devices, and I try to get one of those other two things off as soon as possible.

It's not a solution per se, but a discipline...keeping stress off the battery and alternator keeps power at a good level in case the inevitable goof up occurs like leaving a dome light on...a little care can mean forgiveness later for violating Murphy's Law.

- Al Handa 1/8/17

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On The Road With Al & Ivy: A Literary Homeless Journal 2/17

 

"And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep...tired...or it malingers"

"I am no prophet-and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat,
and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid."

-T.S. Eliot (The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock)

...freeloaders and other terms...

One of the biggest arguments against the homeless is that they're a bunch of freeloaders. Secondary argument that's sometimes applied to them is that they "don't pay taxes," and live off society.

The argument that they don't pay taxes is generally based on whether they pay state or federal income tax. The fact is around 50% of the population doesn't pay federal income tax or live off of some sort of government assistance...not to mention that virtually all tax cheats are from the non-homeless population.

The homeless, regardless of how they get their income, if any, pay most of the same taxes as most respectable society. They pay sales tax, tolls, and various fees. Most buy goods and services like everyone else, and contribute to the economy. The homeless who panhandle aren't doing it to amass a fortune, they're doing it to buy services and goods. They don't hide it overseas to avoid taxes.

If it is for drugs, they're patronizing the same distributors who serve respectable society's needs, and are rarely the prime customers. 

Which I should add, it's a business that in many cases has cost the lives of tens of thousands of Mexicans and Americans in drug wars over market share and contributed to massive corruption in society. Most Americans buy drugs that has blood on it.

Most Americans don't realize they are also technically "freeloaders." That is to say, "subsidized" services. Though I'd rather term it as interdependence.

If you take a look at the average bill of somebody who sends their kid to a private school, that's closer to the actual cost. Most schools wouldn't survive without bond measures, property taxes on people who don't have kids, government subsidies, and people willing to buy candy and other consumer goods for school fund raisers.

Most people wouldn't have health insurance if the people who were healthy weren't paying into the system. People in their SUVs don't have to wait in a gas line, or endure gas rationing, thanks to the government spending billions in the Middle East and sacrificing the lives of soldiers, many of whom are from the poor, not the upper class, to preserve the oil supply from the Middle East and to avoid putting up with unsightly oil platforms off the Malibu coast. It won't be the elite whose water supply is destroyed by fracking.

If everybody had to pay for the public street in front of their homes and apartments, our neighborhoods would be a checkerboard of concrete, gravel, and dirt. Somebody, somewhere, is helping to pay for that pavement who isn't benefiting from it, due to the nature of the tax system.

Virtually all Americans are benefiting from cheaper goods manufactured by overseas factories that hire people for wages no American would ever tolerate. That also goes for our food.

The list could go on, and the list wouldn't be complete without the billions, and probably trillions wasted by government officials in their everyday duties and corrupt deals that the population shrugs off and generally tolerates as being out of their control. 

There's a lot Americans working in government funded projects that are unnecessary, or for devices and weapons that will never work as advertised, or see combat. These people are not perceived as crooks, or people ripping off society, but as hard-working people just trying to make a living...at taxpayer expense. It's a matter of perception, and often are class notions of what's respectable or not.

Without taxpayer help through disaster relief, there'd be hundreds of thousands of people added to the homeless population after each hurricane, flood or tornado. The distance separating the two groups is smaller than one might think.

...the homeless aren't all saints...

That doesn't mean that every homeless person is a worthwhile human being, and contributes to society, but that goes for members of respectable society.

To their credit, most Americans don't view homeless as worthless, vermin, or freeloaders. Such terms are generally applied by trolls, and a certain segment of the population that is self-centered, and lacking empathy for their fellow man.

America was built by homeless people having to leave their countries to start a new life, and who came willingly or unwillingly. Notwithstanding the fact that the process involved screwing over a lot of native Americans, the important point is that even the richest American are only a few generations removed from people who were often not much different than at least some of today's homeless, and in more than a few cases got their fortunes through criminal activity or labor practices that are now outlawed.

The sympathetic Grapes of Wrath image of the homeless workers came later. In their time, they were called "Okies" and more often than not, looked at with contempt. Acceptance came later as these Americans were finally seen as human beings.

...perception counts...

We're entering an era of change with AI and robots that will be as most momentous and cruelly Darwinian as the Industrial Age...the younger generation is moving into the mainstream workplace and replacing older workers, and rightly so, it's their turn...big business is working overtime to make humans obsolete...the old Robber Barons and Captains of Industry made very little attempt to mitigate the effects of change, as it wasn't their concern, and the high tech visionaries who dream of an automated society aren't giving much thought to what humans will do without a job or relevant job skills.

The only help many of us will get as society changes will be from other ordinary people, both from direct help and in forcing governments to do their job of seeing to everyone's welfare and not an elite.

If treatment of homeless continues its current trend towards trying to force them into an already overloaded social services system and unregulated shelters, it'll be like refugee camps and badly run jails...if society doesn't begin to recognize that the homeless are a diverse group and need a variety of effective services and shouldn't be lumped into a media defined rabble, then the institutional knowledge won't be there to handle the large groups of people who will be displaced by the technological changes in the next decade.

I think it starts with casting aside the various media images, and humanizing the problem...the difference between thinking homeless people are losers or parasites, and viewing workers displaced by robotics and AI tech as regrettable casualties of progress will be very slight, as the contempt shown to those two groups will be the same in nature once poverty takes hold, and the unemployed begin to overtax social support systems and the remaining taxpayers begin to feel the pinch. Political liberalism can become social conservatism when the tax rate begin to climb.

If you wonder how the economic elite views the future; it's a vision that sees millions on welfare, and the rich living in bunkers and in offshore havens to escape the wrath of those affected by the obsolescence of human labor. These are the future visionaries.

The rising cost of sending a kid to college should have been a warning to society that entry into the future economy would only be available to an ever shrinking number of  people who could afford it. That, and many other things will be the legacy of generations that preferred spending money on big screen TVs and cheap overseas labor to social infrastructure.

...the gift to be simple...

One of the foot homeless around here is an old timer...you can tell because instead of a single cart he pulls along a train with a two wheeled baby bike ricksha as a caboose. Looks around 60 or so, well tanned from the elements and with a trimmed beard.

He hangs around outside of the various stores on the benches, and drinks white wine. Sometimes there's others there and they just hang out, or he sits alone quietly looking very tired. Doesn't openly panhandle, so there's store regulars he depends on to spot him looking desolate or he knows by experience who to hit up for cash. 

Everything about the guy shows experience at survival at this level, right down to his train being properly tarped before rain hits.

He's one type of homeless that scares me the most...his life is a possible outcome...without ambition or dreams, I could just become another adept survivor who lives in a small world with bottles of cheap wine as my milestones. There must have been a time when he wanted more, and there must have been a moment or series of events that crushed that hope. 

Everyone has moments of self doubt, or fear...mine is that I haven't recognized where I'm really at and that I'm really a mentally ill homeless person living in a dream world, though Ivy reminds me three times a day that I'm really a dog feeder...a brutal reality, but purpose does give meaning, no matter how small. I'm not the first person whose sanity was saved by a dog.

Those who think that God, dreams, ambition, or goals are meaningless in the face of "reality" or that life has to have winners and losers just haven't seen enough of life yet. This guy still can drop further till they have to pick him up off the grass in the downtown park. He's moving downwards and like many in the real world, thinks things are under control and continues the slide. He's the same as all of us, he's just further down the hill, and what direction you're going in still makes a difference.

...my one year anniversary...

Update 2/20: Today is the one year anniversary of the day I became homeless. My first thought was to treat it like my birthday, that is to say no big deal, but it's also a day of thanks...I'm sitting in the second of three storms due this week, in a car with my dear friend Ivy, and while it isn't exactly a wonderful day, it's far from a bad one.

The insurance company granted me an extension on my policy, adding their prayers for my situation, and a recent flow of donations ensured that Ivy and I have decent food and water...it may not feel lucky to others but I've been seeing what these storms have done to other homeless, moving about in raincoats and some not, and I know it could be a lot worse. Saw another guy eating out of a garbage can last night, but as I approached with the intent I'd giving him a few dollars he took off, probably in fear, there was three highway patrol cars nearby, and I know the feeling and thoughts that might have been running through his mind. That plus no one likes being seen rummaging through a garbage can.

I saw something yesterday...I was in the lot doing the promo work and it was extremely windy. A hawk appeared in front of my car, and then just hovered, facing south, and just climbing and hovering higher and higher, did that for a couple of minutes. The thought came to mind, "a hawk soars higher in a strong wind," and it is similar to Native American thought that hawks were messengers from the spirit world, and in the Bible, from Job 39:26 King James "Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?"

I doubt that it means I'll win the lottery :-) and a strong wind means that there's more to endure, but there is a strong possibility of relocation south to Castro Valley this week and a haven where I can work on my new business and book, I'll know more Wednesday. So I think it's all more of a sign that my path is going to move further South again.

I started out homeless with very few friends and only the family being my daughter...in Silicon Valley, you lose a lot of friends after a layoff, though I'd hesitate to call such people real friends.

I spent the first few months making all the usual mistakes a homeless person makes, and hiding due to the usual embarrassment and shame...I punished myself after the usual new tech job contract didn't appear within a couple of months and ran afoul of the CHP and ended up in Gilroy...one of the things that changed was that I outed myself as homeless and asked for help, and found a world full of caring friends who've literally kept Ivy and me alive and in an independent shelter of a running car...I think that I'll be out of homelessness this year, it feels like it's nearing an end of a phase, and when that happens, I'll tell everyone who'll listen that it wouldn't have happened without the help of hundreds of people who help...none were rich or famous and none had anything to gain by helping and no one would have noticed if they didn't...the goodness of people is something I've seen and am convinced exists and it motivates me every day to keep trying...I've been able to avoid drugs and booze, and the crippling apathy of hopelessness, and self pity. I'm glad that Ive seen the things I've seen this year, I'll never be the same person I was a year ago, and I thank all of you for that.

-Al Handa

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