Sunday, August 16, 2020

June's Mildew Morning. Chester Burnett and William Dixon

There are people that eat chicken, and then people that eat pork and beans from the can.(Dixon & Burnett).  Chester had quite a bit of fancy meals in other people's homes, as if he were some judge of cuisine, and purveyor of love.  They said that(Dixon) thought that women seemed to understand some elements of the world much better than men, who took the more utilitarian angle.  

Why, women were obviously more reflective, emotionally sensitive(in the best ways) and prone much more to a statement of self, rather than say, a chirping of golf score, or tweeting about baseball.  Meanwhile, Chester read his paper on not exposing the new chicken dishes to male diners, for research purposes, that the man of the house would see no chicken, but instead, find himself eating a lot of pork and beans.

And if he ever looked out the back door at the rear steps, he would see Tacoma tracks, and maybe a few L&M butts.



Jerry Bin Origen, it was that said entropy increased, the longer the husband was away from the house.  He said, behind the issue, were shadowy forces of the animus, the female's own more aggressive personality, and that she would inevitable lose her emotional stability and become a shattered mess, between blubbering and screaming.




Burnett gave a TODD talk saying how he liked to get up early and yell hello to his neighbors.  He spoke of social niceties and observances being kind of a glue that held polite society together, and newer generations were lacking some of that glue.  And yet we find there is a later adaptation, a learning of social behaviors up to and beyond the age of 40, where those that were sheltered young adults become better acquainted with the outside world, after video games and Snapchat, the Yahoo Messenger and MSN Gamezone.  Lycos.

"You'll become a man before you die" he was saying to a bemused group of hearers.


 

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