What TV show, hosted by David Frost on NBC do you think of when you see TW3?
Who sang the show’s theme song?
How did my week go?
Answers follow in reverse order.
It was a productive week if you can get past the fact the production did almost nothing to generate near-term income which is what I most earnestly need at this dime — make that time. Make that NOW..
I’m pretty much, officially espikkin, “the poet in self-exile.” It was already a “de facto circumstance.” My formalizing it Monday in essence allowed me, the guy in the electric chair, to throw the switch myself and make it official. I had resisted the temptation to post a blog headline: Is There a Curare-Tipped Needle in the House? and I’m glad I did.
I’m not fried. I’m just in solitary confinement. I can live with that. Ardent Aaardvark — Newcomers: read my Party Hardly posting to catch the code — wrote me Monday expressing his view that my absence at Smooth Wolverine’s last-Saturday gathering was of concern, and asking if I was feeling okay. I replied with a short blurt of what led to my absence, and I asked him to read my Birthdays and Party Hardly postings for the full story. I don’t know if he did, but the outcome is the same. I am saddened by the outcome but I understand a good 80% of the “final cut” was made by my own hand. There is a reason for that. It is absolutely essential that at this time in my life, I should love, desire, require as little from life as I can. I almost said “as I possibly can,” but I don’t require or desire the extra word. And as for a curare-tipped needle, metaphorically speaking, I already have one.
Pictured above are notecards which have occupied two to seven hours of the week just concluded and today. They’re connected to an index to aviation articles in the AeroKnow collection, an A to Z listing, first of airplanes built in the USA and of airplanes built worldwide.
During the 80s I spent many hours with these and a few thousand more notecards, noting contents of the magazines in this collection and then cross referencing their contents by subject on other notecards. Before the internet was part of our lives, I new I would eventually transcribe the notecard info to a computer and those (and other) databases would be important elements in a thriving (in my dreams) aviation history enterprise. Recently I determined that for AeroKnow to have a chance of enlisting support, I need to have the aircraft indexes posted at the web site. The amount of transcribing data already placed in notecards to the Aircraft Data Index at AeroKnow is hard for most folks to imagine, and easy for the world to avoid supporting at this stage, but I am convinced that getting just the gazillions of notecard entries of US aircraft posted to the web will elicit a change in a stingy status quo. That has been my MISSION over recent weeks. Being a poet, even in exile, is an enterprise in stasis now. I must finish this project before I can spend serious time with anything else.
I almost earned some food last week. Successful, personal interaction I had enjoyed with another living hummin’ bean (believe it or not, I HAVE proven myself capable of such wildly anomalous activity) led me to anticipate generating income Saturday. That’s how I could spend inordinate hours transcribing notecard info. He told me to call him Friday to discuss some photography for hire.
I called Friday, and the anticipated activity was off the table. He wants me to call him Tuesday. We’ll do lunch, maybe. Okay, but I’m going to spend more time actively pursuing honest income without pinning my hopes on clouds that drift with changing wind.
The week ahaid will be better than the juan gone by. I hope the same for you and yours as well.
Nancy Ames sang the theme song for the knock-out Americanized British import weekly news satire show entitled That Was the Week that Was. TW3; get it? David Frost and his cronies combined were almost as funny as Dennis Miller is today when he’s hot. TW3 was a precuror to the Daley (Dailey? I don’t have cable) Show and almost as good as the Saturday Night Live News with Chevy Chase and Jane Curtin which came later.
Live long, y’all . . . . . . and proper.