Showing posts with label Harrison Ford movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harrison Ford movies. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Amish porn & word counts (from '12)

(719 words)

Astute readers will notice I’m introducing a new parenthetical feature. It’s not code. It’s not enigma. It’s another reader service designed to make your visit more efficient.

And let me be clear, I think anyone who stops by to read my stuff is very astute -- and that includes all of you who mistakenly stumble here based on search terms like “amish porn,” “amish breasts,” and “do amish can bacon?”

This happens on a near-hourly basis. Someone will land feet first and, I guess, pants down at www.EightDaysToAmish.com because some fraudulent search engine indicated this is a clearinghouse for things like Amish porn and lifestyle news.

It’s becoming frequent enough to at least have me considering trying my hand at Amish porn. Here’s a sample:

“Miriam arose from the stool beside her butter churn and approached Jacob with lusty intentions. She seized his stiff wick in her rough, able hands and gave it a good long dip.”

Needs some work, I know. But I thought I’d leave it up to sensitive readers to decide if Miriam and Jacob were engaged in Amish sex or merely making a supper table candle.

Back to the new feature.

It’s this post’s word count. From now on I plan to include right at the very top in parenthesis the total word count of that day’s offering.

Even though I’m unshackled by any artificial space constraints, I still try not to exceed about 750 words per post. That’s traditionally the length of one column up and down a broadsheet newspaper.

It’s a format still favored by the majority of newspapers. And that column includes enough space for just about 750 words.

Ideally, I think my blog posts should be about 600 words, but I can’t help myself.

That nonsense about the Amish sex? It consumed 92 words. I should probably cut it but it seemed like a good idea when it came to me, and I don’t have an editor to shout at me it’s too stupid to include.

That’s key.

I was raised in newspapers and remember deadline tyrants screaming at me about spacial concerns.

I remember the time I had a page one story about a major cocaine bust that required 1,000 words of crisp copy, a challenge because I only had about 600 words of facts and quotes.

I told him that was impossible. I’d exhausted the topic.

“Then write 400 more words on the chemical composition of cocaine, if it has any household applications -- some damn thing! Just give me 400 words -- and I need it in 90 seconds!”

It was very stressful.

So today I write as long or as short as I please with the understanding the internet’s not going to run out of room.

Sometimes, just for the playful spite of it, I’ll even write the very same sentence twice.

Sometimes, just for the playful spite of it, I’ll even write the very same sentence twice.

But I worry about you. I know how busy you are. You have work to do. You have kids to chase. You’re impatient to resume your search for authentic Amish porn.

The word count will let decide if you want to invest in that day’s offering.

I thought about putting something like “2 mins, 40 seconds,” that being the average time it should take to read it.

But someone might feel boneheaded and sad realizing it’s taken them three minutes. Other hyper-competitive sorts might post comments bragging they read the thing in, say, 89 seconds.

And the idea of me encouraging anyone to engage in speed reading is as unappealing as encouraging my wife to engage in speed sex.

The two activities should be savored.

I understand adding a word count will present me with temptations to deceive.

If I see a trend of more readers checking out posts that are about 600 words, there’s nothing to stop me from putting (599 words) atop a post that’s 1,232 words long.

Or if I write something that seems particularly pointless to even me, I might type “4,430” in hopes it’ll discourage readers from investing the time.

I’ll try not to do that.

I’ll try, instead, to be honest, to keep my wick trim, my candle bright and to continue ever onward on my relentless quest to make every single word count.


Friday, March 6, 2015

Questions: Who is Edmund Pettus & how is Harrison Ford?


I was torn this morning about writing a serious Selma-anniversary post or more light-hearted observations about Harrison Ford surviving plane wreck. So I thought, “I know, I’ll do both!” Why? There’s no rule book here in blog world.

No paycheck.

But no rule book.

• Did you know that Edmund Pettus was a Grand Dragon of the Alabama Ku Klux Klan? 

That’s just one of the life accomplishments that in 1940 earned him bridge-naming honors in Selma, Alabama, this week the focus of historic recollection.

So he’ll likely be spinning in his Dixie grave Saturday when our first African-American president marches across his bridge in commemoration of a pivotal Civil Rights victory that’ll forever be linked to the march toward racial equality.

In terms of historic irony, it’s on par with a vegetarian being devoured by wolves.

• Harrison Ford crash-landing his plane on a California golf course is to many people the most exiting thing to happen on any golf course since Tiger Woods won the ’09 U.S. Open on a broken leg.

• I contend the men and women who marched across the Pettus Bridge 50 years ago and all Civil Rights activists from back then are the bravest Americans ever, braver than even the men from The Greatest Generation who stormed the beaches at Normandy.

The D-Day soldiers were well-armed and well-trained to fight back. But the instinct for any oppressed group who is being systematically murdered and otherwise intimidated is to implore the armed authorities for just intervention. In every instance of the Civil Rights protests, it was the armed authorities who were encouraging or organizing the terror.

• Many people were surprised to learn Ford’s a vintage plane aficionado. Not me. In fact, I nearly met the 72-year-old actor last year when he was in Latrobe getting his helicopter repaired. It’s true. There’s a guy in nearby Mt. Pleasant who’s expert in repairing the rare kind of chopper Ford flies. Apparently Ford flew it to the guy’s house and then had someone drive him to DiSalvo’s Station Restaurant to enjoy a cigar. Me and my buddies are there all the time. My buddy Joey DeSalvo has a picture right here and said Ford was perfectly cool. Of course, he is. 

• I’ve long believed it’ll take another generation or two before the greatness of Martin Luther King Jr. is fully comprehended by Americans. I may have been pessimistic. My change of heart is because of the movie “Selma.” It’s fantastic and the kind of movie that will mesmerize high school students for generations to come. Flattering critics said actor David Oyelowo really brought King to life. I only wish that weren’t hyperbole.

• I don’t recall seeing any of the shows, but Ford scored early roles in “Gunsmoke,” Ironside,” “Love, American Style,” and “Kung Fu.”

• As great as his “I Have a Dream” speech is, my favorite King “speech” is his “Letter from Birmingham Jail.” It was scribbled in the margins of a newspaper article — it’s amazing it even survived — and later published. It’s directed at prominent white clergymen who were urging King to be more patient, more conciliatory, about achieving his goals.

I’ll summarize: “It’s easy for those who’ve never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, ‘Wait.’ But when you’ve seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you’ve seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and brutalize and even kill your black brothers and sisters with impunity …”

And this is the part that really gets me: “When you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your 6-year-old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has been advertised on television, and see the tears welling up in her little eyes when she is told Funtown is closed to colored children, and see the depressing clouds of inferiority begin to form in her little mental sky … 

“When you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at a tip-toe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and plagued with inner fears and outer resentments, when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of ‘nobodiness;’ then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.”

• Sure he was great as Indiana Jones and Han Solo, but two of my favorite Ford movies are “Witness” and “The Fugitive.”

• Edmund Pettus was also a thrice-captured Confederate general. Maybe there were extenuating circumstances, but he couldn’t have been that good of a general.

• In Pittsburgh, three of our most prominent bridges are named after humanitarian baseball superstar Roberto Clemente, pioneering environmentalist Rachel Carson and pop artist Andy Warhol. Gen. Pettus would find something to hate about each of them so, yeah, screw you, Pettus!

• Harrison Ford was also a professional carpenter, which makes him my third favorite carpenter behind Jesus and Karen.

• “I’m one of those Christians who believes in God, but has trouble believing God could ever believe in me.” That’s the kind of 8days2Amish tweet that convinces me if he were alive today, MLK would be following me and using all the crayons.

To sum up, I’m glad Harrison is still with us and sad Martin is not.



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