Traffic Faces

For twenty-five years I drove the same route to and from work, a 12.4 mile distance that often took about 45 minutes but at times could take over two hours.  The route included surface streets, turnpikes and interstates and traveled through several different neighborhoods.  The neighborhood driving patterns varied depending upon the people and culture of the neighborhood. South Florida is a pocket community, with different groups of people collecting into their own little pockets. I traveled through a senior citizen neighborhood, as well as Cuban, Haitian, Jewish, African American and many more. Each driving pattern in the area was different based on the culture of the area.

Learning to adjust my driving pattern as I entered a specific neighborhood was entertaining at first. But after awhile, I became very bored.  I have always enjoyed photography, so I started carrying a small digital camera. It would fit in the palm of my hand and had a decent optical zoom. So, on the way to work and on the way home, I would photograph things along the way that captured my eye. Often it would be human faces amidst the chrome, glass and metal of the traffic snaking its way slowly down the highway. Sometimes it was interesting debris.

Below is just a very small sample of what I captured over the years.  I am working on collecting all of my photographs into a large project. Not sure if it will be a giant canvas with all the images, or a large photo book, or something else.

 

 

 

And to answer all of my work colleague’s question, no, I never got into an accident while photographing things out my window. Usually because in most cases I was in standing still traffic!

I even wrote a poem about this:

Traffic faces
By Dart Humeston

traffic faces keep me
in the races
keeps me driving to work
every day
I-95 and other highways
same old same old
day after day

but snippets of faces caught
amiss the chrome, steel and rubber
sparkle my drive, lighten the miles

traffic faces 
keeps me going

 

Dart

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Insane How To Articles

It used to be if you needed to review an article to learn something, such as how to unclog a sink, how to photograph a hummingbird or whatever, the articles got right into it. Today there seems to be a trend to write articles longer than encyclopedias on the history of mankind itself. Or personkind if you prefer. Years ago to read an article on tips to photograph a hummingbird the author would make rational assumptions, such as you know what birds are, you actually own a camera, know where hummingbirds might live, etc. They would start with the type of lens, the shutter speed, ISO speed, focusing mode and so forth.

Today? I was just reading an article about photographing hummingbirds and they started with making sure you are on the planet Earth, as they cannot swear there are hummingbirds on other planets. What, is someone going to sue them if they are on Mars and can’t photograph hummingbirds?

Then, understand what a hummingbird is, as opposed to a Blue Jay or someone’s baseball glove. Next up, consider obtaining a camera. Oh, don’t forget to go outside your house, as hummingbirds rarely buzz between your milk and eggs inside your refrigerator. What the hell???

Then they discuss the ethics of the task. Ethics? What? Of photographing birds? They have to go into massive details about the ethics of feeding birds, of capturing their image without their consent and not to reveal the exact location to prevent bird kidnappers. I guess there might be a grain of reality to these statements, like feeding protected birds junk food, but since the title of the article is how to photograph hummingbirds one might think that ship has sailed, right?

OK, I am five thousand words into this article and still haven’t gotten to anything about actually photographing the damn birds! Maybe these web authors get paid by the word?

Beats me.

It is the same thing even if it is unclogging a kitchen sink. It takes them five thousand words to get to the kitchen itself, much less the actual sink! 

Maybe this is a sign of our times. Are people today so freaking stupid that they might actually try to unclog their kitchen sink even if they don’t live in a house or apartment with a sink? Do they have to be told to not try to unclog a sink where the water is flowing just fine, without any signs of a clog?

I have a headache. I’m going to check out an article about how to relieve a pain in the head. It will probably start with making sure you actually have a head. 

This planet is really getting stupid.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bike Pump Hell

All of us have certain weaknesses. Some have challenges with automobile repair, some have difficulty dealing with government red tape, some can’t do math well. One of my major challenges in life is freaking stupid-ass blue donkey bicycle air pumps!!! I have experienced major battles with bike pumps in my history. By battles, I mean grabbing the bike pump and slamming it against the center of a highway several times, then getting in my truck and backing over it five times, then getting out and pissing on it, before I set it on fire.

The problem is that they don’t make plain ordinary simple bike air pumps like they did in the 60’s and 70’s. My problem is I want a bike pump that will do only one thing, just one stinking thing – push air in a bike tire!!!!! And of course, every tire pump today is advertised as a one and all magic amazing air pump that will supposedly push air into your tire, your wheelbarrow tire, your car tire, your blow up sex doll, swimming pool, your local politicians empty head and about seventy-three other things! This means you need to read the forty seven page instruction booklet written in poor English by Chinese authors who have never seen a bike pump in their entire existence!

You can’t just attach it to your bike tire and start pushing air into it Noooooo you have to first determine what type of valve your tire has and set your fancy do_shit air pump in the appropriate mode. You have to choose from Schrader valves, Presta valves, woods valve and some sort of Dunlop valves.

Once you manage to figure out what your tire valve is, then you have to get the air pump and set it in the appropriate valve mode. You may have to adjust the size, push levers over, twist a setting, assign a gender and probably use a Ouija board and a biorhythm app on your phone. Your chances of getting this correct is equal to winning the lottery three times in a row on the same day while standing naked on a sidewalk in Massachusetts. In Winter.

That seems difficult enough, right? But wait! There is MORE! In this complicated time there are literally more air pumps for sale than crooks in government. At least 70% are pieces of crap contraptions that were manufactured in the jungles of some foreign Asia province neither you nor I could pronounce without expelling a bucket of saliva and at least one back tooth. These are not even manufactured but are random pieces of weak plastic and  thin metal like materials jammed together with garlic butter. They may or may not actually be air pumps, No one knows what the hell they are, but they can be bought for $9.99 and have over a hundred fake positive reviews from “people” who have no idea what they are reviewing anyway.

So, 70% are actually mystery products, so that leaves you with 30% to choose from. Some of these are actually made to work similar to air pumps, but are so complicated you need to dig up Einstein to just figure out how to get it out of their plastic sealed wrapping.

The few products that are actually designed and made well, are again, so complicated as they try to serve multiple purposes you need an engineering degree just to have half a rat’s ass chance of getting it to work.

I just want a bicycle air pump that pushes air into my bicycle tire.  That’s all. Such a thing is not available today. On a positive note, while I got zero exercise on my bike today, I did burn 2,733 calories by slamming the keys on my keyboards with both fists, cursing at the very top of my lungs while shaking my head back and forth so violently that I blew four freckles off my forehead.

That’s me, always looking for the silver lining.

Dart

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nihilism Fiction

I think I’ve talked before about how much of the fiction world in America today seems totally Nihilist. I read short fiction every day,and every day I shake my head at the negative stories. Stories about abuse, death, betrayer, despair, you name it. It’s one thing to just stop reading them, but I also write short fiction and try to get them published. I have eleven short stories accepted so far, but a good forty or more that sit on my hard rive waiting. They have been rejected at least a few times, and I don’t know where to submit them. My stories are humorous maybe a little positive even. So, they really don’t have a place in today’s literature.

Keep in mind that many of the fiction magazines are managed by MFA students. Young people, under 40. And if you google it, you will see that most Americans under 40 today are sad, depressed and confused. Nihilism has grabbed their souls and won’t let go.

Anyway, I created this 101 word story about being rejected by a publication. I posted it online at a private writer’s page, and surprisingly, almost everyone loved it! Yet, who will publish it? I doubt anyone.

Here it is.

My latest short story rejection:
 
“Thank you for submitting your well-written story, ‘Hope Soars’. Unfortunately, while your writing is amazing, your story hints at a positive outcome in life, and this is not a good fit with us at Nihilist Stories for Millennials. In fact, two of our editors were so offended by the trace of positivism in your story that they hyperventilated while reading it and passed out, knocking our Cold Brew coffee maker over onto our beloved comfort philodendron.
 
Since we are now down two editors, we ask that you refrain from sending further offensive submissions to our publication.
 
It made me laugh anyway.
Peace out.
Dart

Dumb Ass No More

That is what my wife told me. “Stop saying ‘Dumb Ass’!”

Apparently I use that word frequently. Someone pulls out in front of me on the highway, “Dumb Ass!”. Someone posts something really, really stupid on Facebook, Twitter or Instacrap and I am frantically searching for the “Dumb Ass” icon to click on. Sadly, despite me suggesting it several times, no such button exists to date.

Basically, whenever someone says, does or implies something that I think is as stupid as possible, I yell, “Dumb Ass!”.

This being 2022, I have an abundance of opportunity to scream those two words. My wife has grown tired of it, and has ordered me to stop it.

So, I am in search of a new word or phrase. These are the contenders:

  • Dog Farter!
  • Shit Faced Moron!
  • Barf Butt!
  • Jerk Ass!
  • Stupid Ass. Sorry, that was quickly cancelled by my wife as too close to “Dumb Ass.”
  • Dork Butt
  • Idiot!
  • Jack Ass!

So far, “Dog Farter” is leading the pack. I tried it twice today driving to Breakfast. It felt right.

If anyone has suggestions, leave them in the comments please.

I’ll keep you informed.

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Published!

Today, July 17, 2022, I submitted my first book to be published on Amazon, ebook and paperback version.

Within 72 hours I should see it for sale, assuming I did everything correctly.

It is an 84 page book of collected humorous essays about a Florida guy, me, moving to Idaho. Comparing the two states in what I hope to be funny ways.

I met a guy at a local writers group, Steve Liddick who encouraged me and somehow I started it about a month or two ago. The essays were already written, but I had to enlarge the book, proof and edit and rewrite, and then I had to create a publishing company. Tabebuia Press.

This is very scary as I hope I have not made a fool of myself to the entire world. (Except for Australia and Japan).

Total cost is $791.66.

$456.66 to established Tabebuia Press. This included fictitious name listing in newspaper, registering it with the state of Florida, buying ISBN numbers and so forth. The book itself cost me $335.

So I need to sell about 264 paperback books to break even. Or a shit load of ebooks.

But this was never about money.

I now have a publishing company, and a process to publish more books.

Praise God and Jesus Christ!

Dart

 

 

 

 

Ten Gas Saving Tips

It is summer in America, prime driving season, and everyone is concerned about the outrageous price of gasoline at the pump. People are desperately seeking ways to squeeze an extra mile or two out of a gallon of gas. Never fear, my friends. After seven or eight seconds of intense research, I’ve developed The Top Ten Gas Saving Tips! I offer this to you for free, and with the guarantee that if you are not 100% satisfied with these tips after utilizing all ten, (especially number eight) I will cheerfully refund the full price!

No, don’t thank me. I am just doing my part to better society.

  1. Eat an enormous bowl of baked beans for breakfast, then drive to work farting like a mad weasel with your windows rolled up. The “gas” will make your car lighter, gaining better mileage, and your eyes will sting so you will drive more conservatively.
  2. Empty your car of all non-essential items, like the junk in your trunk, books, magazines, the five thousand Burger King wrappers in the back seat (Yes daughter, I am talking about you!) any unnecessary tools, spare tire, your back seat and if possible, your entire frame. Again, a lighter vehicle gets better miles per gallon.
  3. Drive at a steady speed, not varying over 5 MPH. Ignore stop signs and traffic lights, as slowing and stopping and then speeding up is terrible on fuel economy. Note, this may only work well in Miami, where stop signs and red lights are voluntary.
  4. Make your car as wind resistant as possible. Coating your entire car with K-Y jelly prior to driving is one way. If you don’t have K-Y handy, use badger grease.
  5. Wake up at 3 AM to get gas. The heat of the day makes the gasoline expand and thus if you fill up at noon, you won’t get as much gas in your tank.
  6. Always fill up at noon. The gas will be hot and “lighter”, making your car weight less and thus gaining you some extra mileage.
  7. Maintain exact, proper tire pressure, and exchange the air in all four tires every weekend. Replacing the tired and worn-out air with fresh, invigorated air will improve your mileage.
  8. On long highway drives, tailgate a huge 18-wheeler gas tanker, driving in the “sweet spot” of its airflow, which is usually a half inch from the tanker’s rear bumper. Your vehicle will encounter far less wind resistance and actually be pulled forward by the current. When doing this, try not to smoke.
  9. Turn off your air conditioner to get better mileage. However, this only works if you roll up and duct tape all of your windows to prevent wind resistance from countering the AC being off. Try not to sweat, as the evaporated water can change the density of the air inside your car and add weight to your overall vehicle.
  10. There is no 10th tip. But “9 Top Gas Saving Tips” just doesn’t have a good ring to it, does it?

There you have it. Now, where do I go to pick up my Nobel Prize???

 

A Finished Book!

I must have the first five chapters of a hundred books on my hard drive. I accomplished something this week that I have never done before. Finished writing a book! I am having a cover designed and soon will be uploading it to Amazon. I plan on an ebook and a paperback version. I am a Florida native, born and raised in Florida. But I moved to Boise, Idaho in late 2017. The culture shock, plus the various other kinds of shock, stunned me. Boise is a fantastic and most special place. But the difference between South Florida and Boise were just astounding.

So I wrote 90 pages on those differences. Short humorous essays.

An excerpt:

The people in the Boise area differ from the people in Florida, especially South Florida, where I hail from. To begin with, they rarely shoot at you, which is a tremendous improvement. In South Florida, shooting at fellow drivers on the highway is legal, although hitting someone is frowned upon because it backs up traffic. This falls under the famous “Stand Your Freaking Ground” law in Florida, which says that every Floridian has the right to stand their ground, be it in a dangerous physical altercation or just someone butting in front of you in the coffee line at Starbucks.

Another one:

What to do after moving to Boise.

1. It is Boy-see, not Boy-zee! Do not leave your house until you have mastered this!
2. Swap out your license plate for an Idaho one. Immediately. This applies triple for Californians.
3. Remove all of your old bumper stickers. Apply a Dutch Brothers Coffee and Boise State Broncos bumper stickers.
4. Trash your fancy dress clothes. No one in Boise wears dress shirts and ties, not even the undertakers. Dresses are as rare as coconuts.
5. Buy a dozen pair of jeans and cotton long sleeve shirts. Men should also buy a hat, preferably one with a tractor on it.
6. Grow a beard. For women, this is optional, but every man must grow a beard.

I had a tremendous amount of help from a published author who runs the local writers group. I am now sorting through my hundred other pieces of novels and books and seeing what should be my next project. Having actually finished a book, and soon publishing it gives my confidence a huge boast!