October 15, 2008
I am almost never serious, but I am dead serious about the pledge drive for David Rochester. I have made this the permanent post on my blog site, so you have to scroll down to see the post of the day. It will stay here until we reach our goal.
I see that David has linked to this post on his blog. Earlier, he told us the address where you should send your contributions for the continuation of his blog. (It is a matter of some dispute whether the continuation of David is necessary for the continuation of his blog.)
Portland OR 97206
My public radio station is having a “pledge drive.” Public radio and listener-supported community radio stations such as the Pacifica Radio stations in five cities across the United States and several in the Puget Sound area also have pledge drives.
Because I sometimes listen to such stations in the Puget Sound area, they ask me to help pay for it. Thinking about these request, and my wife’s and my concern about our financial future, and the value I put on the programs I get on public radio, I calculated I should put a dollar in an envelope and send it to my public radio station. I won’t even waste some volunteer’s time by calling in and saying, “I pledge one dollar.”
Romance and sexual relations sometimes work on a shareware basis. In the traditional paradigm, the man wants sex and the woman wants him to marry her first to prove he will support her and her children financially. The archetype of this type of shareware is the 1740 British novel Pamela.
Actually, at least one couple does. (I am not making this up.)
On most days, one of the first things I do is read David Rochester’s blogs. For one thing, I want to see if he is still alive.
He educates me culturally. Once the University of Rochester convinced him not to kill himself, he became a culture coach for one of the largest credit unions in the country, the ESL Credit Union in Rochester, New York.
On the World Wide Web I found:
“We hired a Member Focus culture coach to work on the front-line with our managers, helping them develop their own coaching skills.”
Obviously, David is such a dynamic and magnetic personality it is no wonder that the third largest city in New York State has been named after him.
I am inspired, tickled, amused, amazed and outraged every week by David’s creative work. What have I given back to express my appreciation or done to support him? (Except come up with a cockamamie and useless plan to mate him with a woman as crazy as he is thousands of miles away.)
I have decided to pay a shearwear fee to David. David, if you email me an address where I can actually reach you, I will mail you a buck a week to encourage you to keep up your work. It’s not much, but a dollar a week will help keep cats in catnip, or something. And if I can get a few other people to join in…
There are obviously hundreds of people reading David’s blogs daily. The latest post on his secret blog has 44 comments when last I looked. Isn’t it worth a buck a week to you as well, not-so-gentle reader?
I’m starting a Pledge Creep for David Rochester. Creeps can send send small unmarked bills in plain envelopes. To provide greater security and privacy for David, perhaps he should open up an account at the ESL credit union in Rochester, New York. How can David set up an account at this credit union on the East coast when he lives in Portland?
I looked at the eligibility requirements. Members of the the Greater Rochester Association of REALTORS® are eligible to join. I looked at the application forms for the Association; nowhere did it say members actually have to live in Rochester. I am going to work on this. Thoughts are crawling across my brain on their little creeper boards. I will post more as soon as a thought or two actually arrives.
In the meantime, David, email me an address where I can make my $1 a week donation to support your blog.
In honor of cripple wear:
I got a girl and she loves me
She’s as sweet as she can be
She got eyes of baby blue
Makes my gun shoot straight and true
Goin’ up Cripple Creek
Goin’ on a run
Goin’ up Cripple Creek
to have a little fun
Goin’ in a whirl,
Goin’ up Cripple Creek
To see my girl
Cripple Creek’s wide and Cripple Creek’s deep
I’ll wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep
Roll my britches up to my knees,
I’ll wade old Cripple Creek when I please
I went down to Cripple Creek
To see what them girls had to eat
I got drunk and fell against the wall
Old corn liquor was the cause of it all
Well I married a wife in the month of June
I married her up by the light of the moon
We live down on Cripple Creek
We’ve been there about a week
I got a gal at the head of the creek
And I’m goin’ down to see her ’bout the middle of the week
Kiss her on mouth just as sweet as any wine
Wraps herself around me like a sweet potato vine