P. B. Friedman
Bio
Touch magazine profile. My name is Paul Friedman and I write off. The wall poems, which people don't like and good ones that they do. I'm a sports freak.
The last sentence no longer holds true. My interests are dominated by feminism.
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Stories (33/0)
Swing Your Partner, Socially So
The subject interests me ( guardian/conservatorship ) but I cannot say B. Spears' does, at least not a lot, due to unfamiliarity with her and her career. Yet, like so many I suppose I would like to think a person ought to make their own choices. Currently Mr. J. S. has simply been replaced, according to Fox Radio; by someone approved of by Brit's legal team...or somethin'.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in The Swamp
Juniors, They're Minty Fresh
When it comes to Critical Race Theory at first it may be difficult to have much to say. Insofar as I can tell, I do not utterly disagree with it, that is to say if I understand the concept of CRT in the first place. It does not affect me one way or the other, being as how it is purely a phrase I have heard on the radio at this point. I am not nor will I ever attempt to be an historian; I have no plans for blogging/publishing anything extensive of an historical nature. Assuming that the central idea behind CRT has to do with admitting that white America's societal foundations are built upon discriminatory practices, I will not argue that point.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Fiction
Politics ( And Other Spectator Sports )
Anybody who is oblivious to the reality that the U. S. exchanged snake oil salespeople insofar as the White House went last fall needs to take a few chances, they are fooling themselves. No, I am not a Trump proponent...a closet anarchist, perhaps. P.B. for Anti Christ...only kidding.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Unbalanced
Things Lost By The Wayside
Either I do not pay a great deal of attention the Catholic YouTube/radio's EWTN Network or this outlet is somewhat lacking minority representation. This does not make it/them worse or very different from radio's Black Information Network; I find them to both be almost of equal value, obviously in separate and differing ways.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Fiction
This Ain't An Opening Farewell
I find myself thinking to for and of myself as I sit by myself. This tempts me to discuss W. B. Bubba Blue and F. G. his best and only friend. I think I ought to discuss my only friend, that be me. We been together awhile now, longer than either of us care 2 admit but it's " Alright now, learn my lesson well, can't please anyone so ya' got ta' please ya' self " . At least Mr. Nelson presumably died happily after authoring Garden Party.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Criminal
Claudine Claudette
Maybe I have been trying to convert my current Number Two sedative into, as it were the old board game Easy Money. " You don't have to shout or leap about and ya' know it won't come easy " . Pay your dues, if ya' want to sing the blues and ya' know it just ain't easy. Will those old Jersey hits ever cease coming?
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Confessions
Country Club Boulevard
For what seemed like forever but was just, one would guess, a few years I participated in pick up ball games usually on Saturdays. Baseball was generally the sport, although there were two other options, including football and versions of hide/seek/tag.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Wander
Star Tracks
" You are in your own little world, are you not " , said someone to me, just not in those exact words. If I recall I had no interest in whatever he was insinuating ( somehow I imagine this now seventy something year old guy has little if any even ex Ivy League fake prestigious instructor memories of his own smart ass attitude that day ) . Virginia, there may be a Santa and a Clause or two but I challenge you to ever introduce me to an Ivy Leaguer worth two shakes of a lamb's tail, to be polite about things. Do not let us get started on the relative worth of said grad versus what comes out of the space under the sheep's tail.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Futurism
False Production
I was thinking of a few more things that posterity cannot do without yesterday morning. The best story I have written ever was a Junior High School piece titled Worm Man Versus The Criminals Of The Underworld. I am a big fan of the sexual abilities of these creatures; I liken myself to a worm and have been referred to derisively as having their basic characteristics. In fact a relative in law said that I personally do not need any one other person; seemingly a statement that could be interpreted in different ( perhaps some rather dark if not morbid ) ways. To present a balanced view of our non relationship, she in her almost late seventies will converse with me on the phone at most once a month for a very limited time lately.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Beat
Mutual Of Oh My Gosh
Here's the ( Snoopy referencing The Red Baron? ) dedicated episode prone blogger tackling yet another Mission impossible Challenge. Odds of even gaining entry seem slim. I mean I have no way of challenging for cash prizes or recognition as usual, only this time I cannot meet the submitted photo qualification.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Petlife