Tuesday, January 10, 2017






More extremely tall people of both sexes does not usually qualify for mention.
I'm six foot and not considered short or tall.  In the middle as usual.  Each
generation gets taller.  Much taller.

I briefly spoke to a woman at the Chelsea Market in NYC probably in her 70's,
easily over 6' 4" who looked to be related to another woman of average height
I worked with.  The older version was the only one I can remember in that
age group and of that height which means it happens and who cares?  Except that...

...extreme height is but one example of what happens when extremes of 
every kind are normalized across age groups, genders, races,  nations, 
geography, weather, US Presidents.  

And it will be said, "well, of course, exteme people stand out and are
noticed and so what?"

I spoke about the large number of tall women to my sister.  First day of
her 2015 arrival in NYC we met in an Irish bar that used to be near 34th
Street on 8th Ave.  A tall transvestite drew fake whistles from the crowded bar.
On her last day in town a 6' 11" woman entered a restaurant in a three piece
male suit and tie.  I didn't think to take out my ipad for a picture.  The two
non-events just happened to sandwich her visit.  6' 11" females are very rare.
6' 5" females are not common but I see them in flats and sneakers everyday.

The "whatever you do don't stare" Han Solo warning showed up in several
separate Star Wars movies before Solo and company entered the Star Wars
Intergalactic Cantina.  This was the zeitgeist hinting of what was to come,
not to a galaxy far far away, but as normalized extremes of our everyday.

*Like the fictional Newt Scamander from the movie Fantastic Beasts,
those I am trying to describe seem to eat little, sleep little (machine
shut-down when they do), take on outrageous or sexually ambiguous
appearance.  One extreme to another.  Contrived appearances and
contrived gender ambiguity straight out of Room 101.

*The distressed holes in the jeans effect is like the beginning of
Salman Rushdie's novel, Midnight's Children where a female
wears a sheet with all the main areas covered but with holes
everywhere else.

* Street people with over-amped musculature or the opposite,
drugged out sedated, covered with tattoos (physical graffiti),
with red or orange sneakers and backwards ball-caps

* Beards, man-buns growing in opposite directions, soggy
bottomed on-the-down-low sweatpants over and beyond
any post recession unemployment, opioid epidemic or
immigrant displacement.

* If I sit in one place too long in public the scene in my
field of vision seems to degrade into a slow motion visual
waterboarding as people passing by seem to slowly degrade
in the way they look or act.  Taking on a freakish repellency
like assembled leftover parts from a factory floor.  Followed
in quick succession by their opposites, attractive irresistible
females.  I wish it was nothing more than yin yang subjective

(The park where I'm sitting in the shadow of the Flatiron Bldg
is the appropriately named Mad. Sq. Park as in Madison Square
Park just off 23rd Street)

IOW, these are mostly males of all ages mimicking what used
to be associated with teenage rebellion.

* In the coop building next door to mine is a kind of “August Rush"
skateboarder group home.

A few years ago they wore dyed black hair standing straight up
with yellow dyed tips like Christmas tree lights.  They could
have been 15, 25, 45 or 55 years old.  August Rush was probably
the only bad movie Robin Williams ever made.  The movie
continues in real life with skateboarding at all hours with
different bleeding colors on potted plant heads always ready to
act against type with big smiles and exaggerated polite gestures
compensating for_____?

(Comes the rejoined: “Well gosh, maybe they just want to be nice that so bad?”  I wish it were so)

* A contrived overly polite manner is used to counter any gross
weirdness such as obscurant hair braids, metal under the nose or
in eyebrows, bleached Milo white hair etc.

* Behavioral opposite extremes: deliberate blindside bumping in
stores or on empty sidewalks to the point of grappling in the
street with innocent bystanders coming out of nowhere to break
it up.  Like with the guy looking strangely like black actor David
Keith from the movie, "They Live."

He bumps me on an empty sidewalk.  I reflexively return the contact.
He apologizes, I do not.  The sidewalk had only one or two people
besides me.  He was walking behind me.  I knew exactly what was
going on.  He looks me in the eyes and asks if I want to be punched.
He doesn’t but I am carrying glass bottles from Columbus Circle
Whole Foods.  He knocks the bottles out of my hands smashing them
to the pavement.  He is amazingly strong.  He gets me in a headlock,
I break it and push him against a car where the fight gets broken up
by a guy straight out of central casting who says, “wow, that’s NYC
for ya.”  Like a bogus Jimmy Breslin imitation.

I see the David Keith look alike again in the Lincoln Center
Bernstein Atrium.  He’s wearing a security uniform with many
patches and stars.  All he needed was a cowboy hat and he would have
passed for Trump buddy, Sheriff David Clarke.  He pretends not to notice me.

* Other times the exact opposite occurs.  Holding doors and smiling
excessively like Jim Carrey of the The Truman Show" with famous
wave and "have a good day, and if I don't see ya, have a good afternoon,
evening and night."  In fact, that and other scenes (including outtakes)
were examples of the zeitgeist hinting and depicting what I’m describing
on this page.  All deniable as Truman Delusion Syndrome which was
actually made into a book but which, like me, will never make it into the DSM.

* IOW, passive aggressive extremes as if on steroids and nobody notices.
No one left to notice.

* 2011- 2016, too many caucasian women asking for items in a store in
overly polite little girl Valley Girl "up-talk" in NYC while fishing in
their pocketbooks for wallets and then fishing for exact change.

* Conversely, for a couple of years too many guys took on a
deliberately fake vocal fry, laughable mission control macho
speech pattern.  Followed by males talking in a style over and
above any Google IT, gay or nerd stereotypes.  I’ve lived in
NYC my entire life.  I know accents and speech inflections.
I worked part-time for too long listening to the rich and poor,
dealing with psycho rich and destitute homeless.  I know the
difference between behaviors at both ends of the spectrum and
the ones that are too contrived to be real.

How can any of this be possible?  It's not.  It's not even the
opposite of possible.

A seemingly rehearsed nonstop standup comedy act seen for a
few months and replaced by something else going from dumb
to dumber.  The return of Judge Schreber's “Improvisational People?”
Did they ever leave?  Or is it periodic with numbers rising and falling?
All the same entities with different faces and genders?  Signaling what?
A near future catastrophe?  A sim reality?  That the end isn't just near,
it already happened.  An Apocalypse Now! That is always happening
without the fire and pestilence.

Any description of extreme opposites like these can easily be
dismissed as extreme mood changes, sour grape projection of a
delusional carnival Truman freak show of my own making.
It is a freak show that much is true.  My imagination isn’t up to
the task of inventing any of this.

So-Called Girlfriends:
*Women that I went with in the early 2000's (mentioned elsewhere)
once made a point of licking pasta sauce off a plate in a restaurant.
She wasn’t crazy or kidding around.
* Another would put a bare hand into a restaurant buffet.
* Another one wore big cleverge in twenty degree weather and the
opposite in 80 degree weather.  That doesn’t even begin to describe them.

These individuals were beyond disruptive, addicted, crazy, average or
normal.  Sex?  Take it or leave it.  (Or fake it)  Avoidance or compulsivity.
Once starting they didn’t stop.  AND I would have to stop at some point.
Their message was, don’t get attached.  AND they made sure that I did.
When convenient: one of them would deny who they were, deny they
knew me, forget how to count, forget what year it was.  In the next
instant out think and out talk anyone.

Symptoms of diet speed pill addiction, mood or extreme menstral
cycles doesn’t explain it.  None were working for any deep dark
government agency getting paid in bitcoins (hah!).  None of it was
the result of anger, bipolar mood change, hot flashes, menopause,
eccentricity, playing jokes, self hate, psychopathy, deficits of
intelligence or my imagination.  None of the DSM or psych-
boilerplate clichés apply.  Were they trying to get rid of me?
Of course.  And at the same time keeping me hooked?  Of course.
Either deliberately toxic and nasty or the opposite, “Yes sir,
you're the boss, anything you say" extreme passive aggressiveness.

Reflective of other things:
* A kind of routine hyperactivity. As a guess, not being in constant
motion and busy invites some kind of automatic direct or indirect
negative feedback or might not even be possible.
* The more directly engaged or questioned the more they’d compulsively lie.
* Benito Mussolini tough one instant, swallowing air the next.
* Big on fighting.  In each relationship the female picks physical
fights or welds a knife.
* Loud nearby conversations in food malls either in gibberish English
duckspeak, exaggerated foreign Hollywood movie stereotypes or
language software modules in fast forward.
* A synchronized smart mobbing plays out in public before my disbelieving eyes.
* All lines in store's are especially favored for trouble with ppl behind you or
hanging off line.
* For too long lots of "Dios De Los Muertos" skull tattoos and imagery on
shirts and hats.
* Women loudly exaggerated greetings of OMG!  OH!  MY!  GOD!  More
often than too often.
* Gay and straight couples doing porno public kissing routines past the
point of comedy or parody.

* Occasionally in public there's a palpable depressing "dead air" effect.
Like air sucked out of a room or out of the inner ear during a medical
ear exam.  (Maxwell Smart "Cone of Silence") With certain females the
opposite occurred.  A sharp zero point focus in the brain.

* Spastic male model runway penguin walk with hands in jean pockets
attempting outdated James Dean hustler style or addicted street people
(Scarecrow) dreadlocked, tattooed, homeless, begging, K-2, heroin and
fentanyl users stretched out on streets, in subways in and outside NYC.

* Grossly over developed over-amped fake military types (Tin Men)
with arms and chests enlarged like turkeys with bent arms swinging
robot style in front instead of at their sides.

* As of mid-year 2016 there's more of a cut and buff conservative
look with tapered dress shirts, skinny dress pants, boat like dress shoes.
The perfect build and look but stupidly off like human clones from a
different dimension or again, like misplaced parts assembled from a
factory floor

* So-called “reasonable people” might say none of this is big deal in
itself and I would agree.  If it didn't happen just a little too often as
if reality itself was degrading.  ("Reasonable" people in this case
might be defined as seeming like they’re reading scripted clichéd lines
as if from a teleprompter behind lying eyes)

The above is like the Orwellian grinding boot heel.  Visual and
psychological waterboarding both in variety and monotony.  Quite
a metaphysical feat of choreography and guaranteed to make
anyone including myself sound like they should be doing lunar
exploration on sedatives in the nearest funny farm.

If and when it stops it'll all be doubted as if from a Jacob’s Ladder bad dream.
Or events will just change in their variety with the false idea of improvement.
Under no circumstances, it seems, am I allowed experience of people
in a normal context especially when committing what is said to be
the great sin of "freeloading and laziness.”  IOW, not working after retirement.
THAT must never stand.

Nothing I see is as it should be but, at the same time, nothing looks flagrantly
out of sync to non-existent observers.  It can all be passed off as classic ______
(fill in the symptomatic blanks) or just crotchety dementia, Alzheimer's,
“evident lack of insight" which is to say, the usual DSM Room 101 language
of convenience sounding more comical and weird than what is being described.

I don't have any particular need for complete normalcy or want people to
look or act like me.  I don’t want people to look like Tru-man Burbank
and certainly not like Donald Tru-mp (Lion or Lying King) with the don't
you dare laugh at my spray can tan and hair and face-on-fire clementine
saffron complexion.  (At least the look he had while campaigning in 2016)

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