Thoughts re Moody street (Waltham) people I jog by during my run; Feb 15 footwear running exp

Thoughts re the Moody Street crowd

During the run on Moody street, I noticed what seems like a signature characteristic of Moody street--the 'attractive' women with black hair and skin "white as milk".

During the run I heard a tall young white man's voice that sounded like a worm burrowing into the earth.

The woman with him and this other woman I ran by, by way of contrast, had voices that sounded something like what one would imagine to be the voice of some somewhat masculine (not unnattractively or strangely masculine) female Catholic saint.

Running on Main and Moody streets, I sort of marvel at how with the economy the way it is, there are all these people with money to spend on drinks and on restaurant meals.

The people doing the spending have money to spend and are happy in part due to factors such as: good parents; good community; good family; good social life, good conduct. I wonder if a person who has experienced the absence of such things could ever internally be like these lucky ones; could the lucky ones ever internally feel what is like to live through the absence of such things?

Gazing upon the bar and restaurant crowd on Moody street, it occurs to me, in certain ways these big spenders have more in common with the richest than they do with the poorest. For the present, at least, they can live like the richest basically.

And plenty of them to some extent are able to bask in a mindset similar to the rich through a blissful ignorance that gives them an unwarranted optimism similar to the more realistic optimism reveled in by the richest. But hey, blissfully ignorant as they may be, they have beautiful voices, beautiful faces, beautiful bodies, their skin is white as milk like the 'princes of Israel of three thousand years ago'--and at least in the Moody street area, their hair is black as a raven, like King Solomon's, black as sackcloth.

Scorned as they are by the Jewish racists, often to the poetic eye they look like they popped right out of the Old Testament like a lost tribe of Israel.

Seems like these 'blessed' truly enjoy themselves on Moody street--I wonder if they know what it feels like to be pretending to enjoy yourself instead of actually enjoying yourself. I admire them for the way they have mastered the art of, in moderation, occasionally enjoying a night out at the bars and restaurants.

They are people from that socio-economic class that is white, goes to church on Sundays or at least once a month, does'nt abuse drugs or alcohol, and is financially in the 60th to the 90th percentile, from the level where 60 percent have a lower income than them, to the level where 90 percent have a lower income than them.

We know they are out there, this class of people, we know there are millions of them, but they disappear into the woodwork--we don't see them on TV, they are not the ones working the cash registers in the stores. You could attend top-notch high schools and colleges and still not run into them because the vast majority of them despite being in the upper half in terms of income are associated with high schools and colleges that are typical. They are a class that is an important, classical, traditional part of this country--but you could go through life never running into them. In the nearby areas of Canada there are millions more who are similar to them.

Seems like we can end up, in our actual lives and also in terms of what we see and hear in the media, being exposed to people who are in the bottom half in income, and being exposed to people who are in the top ten percent in income, but never exposed to the white people who are above average in income but not in the top ten percent, which is a group that is such a historical, classical traditional component of this geographical area of the world. And there are millions and millions of them. It's awesome to think that out of say 100 million of them, there are 100,000, who are in the top ten percent in three unrelated important criteria. There are amongst 100 million of them, ten thousand who are in the top one percent in two different criteria. There are amongst them 100,000 who are in the top one tenth of percent, one out of a thousand, in one criteria.

But it's like, we spend our lives amongst the elite that is above this white sub-elite, and then the elite kicks us out, pukes us up, and then we spend our time amongst the lower class, never getting to know the great white upper class that is however not the top one percent or even the top ten percent in wealth and/or income.

Not only that, but this elite that is way up there financially, way above the upper middle class, that puked us up, was to such a large extent not white, and not Christian, alas!

I gaze upon these white Christian upper middle class with money to burn on the restaurants and bars of Moody street, and rebelling against the insane Jewish racist scorn for white Christian persons, I think of the people these people are descended from. Some of them are descended from great white Christian kings of medieval times like Charlemagne. Most of them are descended from persons who were once respected honored white Christian citizens of white Christian kingdoms--White Christian kingdoms featuring amongst a certain percentage a spiritual life that was very superior to the typical spiritual life of the typical resident of the USA in the 21st century--

Which is a USA infested with anti-white, murdering, lying, thieving, anti-Christian, racist, elitist, homosexualist, atheist, criminalist, etc etc sub-populations, which render the enormous disservice of corrupting beautiful good-natured well-behaved studious children, and turning them into things that end up being eternally damned to hell.


I must admit it seems the Moody street crowd would be fun and interesting to socialize with. I can't say they are all unfriendly, when the weather is warm when I jog or walk by, sometimes seems like almost every day some 'white as milk' woman amongst them will say something social to me as I go by. But the fact is the cops have drilled me into not responding to such friendliness, by passionately shouting at me when some woman complains about some insignificant pea under the mattress.

What is missing from my life more than women who are interested in me, is males who are 'buddies'.

In this area you are apparently supposed to find such 'buddies' through female friends such as wives; yet it is be natural to find female friends such as wives through male friends. Problem is that there is too much of a certain kind of selfishness amongst the 'white as milk' males around here which is the 'I think I'll avoid him because if he is my friend, the women will ignore me and pay attention to him instead' variant of selfishness, which is considered to be 'natural' and 'acceptable'.

Just one case of this kind of selfishness can produce disastrous results. Imagine there is some guy out there who could have been your friend. Through him you could have met more friends; and through these friends you could have met through him you could have met even more friends--and all of this could have ended up landing you a job paying twice as much as the one you have now. But guess what--the guy was never your friend, because he was afraid that if you were around him the ladies would ignore him. Result: big socio-economic black hole in your life.

Come on guys. Have'nt the priests at your Catholic churches taught you white males that envy and jealousy are sins, that selfishness or the excess thereof is often a sin? Have'nt you heard about the sheep and the goats? If females find a male attractive, that could be because he is possessed of worthy qualities that you should appreciate in a friendly way.

Have you Catholics gotten to the point where non-Christians and atheists are closer to you than Christians who are not Catholic? Have many of you fallen into the misfortune of being amongst a congregation and priests who never taught you the Christian ethics because everything was so focused on bureaucratic ritual, the pope, and Mary?

Sure Mary looked fat when she was pregnant with Christ. And then they passed a law discriminating against fat people. And then employers were afraid to ask if the woman is fat or is it a pregnancy because if they asked they could be sued for discriminating against a fat person. And then all fat persons were assumed to be the living incarnation of the pregnant Virgin Mary herself. And then I could not get a job, even in places where an athlete like me belongs, because they hired the fat incarnation of the Virgin Mary herself.

As for the pope--true, a wise and good man can tell when the thought in his head is most certainly true and infallible; but history itself shows that some of the men who have been pope have not been wise or good. You catholics will say, we are Catholics but we disagree with almost everything the church teaches, we don't think the pope is infallible. Does your unfriendliness have something to do with the fact that you disagree with so much of what your own church teaches?

I don't get it. What is the point in going to a bar with a half dozen people, if you are going to put up an excessively cold wall against persons who are not from your little group? If you want to avoid people who are not from your little group, you could stay at home.

Then you have the attitude: 'he looks like the type of male who gets into trouble with employer-owner types by being good, so I think I'll avoid him'. This is the way to treat someone who seems to be good? Sort of like a coward on a battlefield who avoids the slightest danger thereby making life miserable for the good heroic men? This kind of cowardice is especially contemptible for some of you because you are in a relatively secure position financially. Think about it, the good man who you are like cowards like shunning, might be the one whose ideas if implemented could save your cowardly ass and your family from disaster.

There is this 'dark' side of gay-liberation which goes unrecognized, which is males avoiding friendship with males due to a desire to avoid homosexual males--the result being a cold society. Re this, all I can say is that people in general, some more than others, are able to tell the difference between a gay cruising for sex and a straight being simply friendly. I figure that people should be given to some extent the benefit of the doubt, not assumed to be a gay looking for unwanted sex until it becomes obvious that such is what they are. Generally one can expect that the gay man looking for gay sex will not waste his time hanging around hetero type environments.

Feb 15 footwear experiment

Shoes + full-length foam/gel insole + gel 'toe bed' + three 'toe bandages' + shoelaces loose + top 3 shoelaces tight = comfortable run but loose heels

Sunday night Feb 15, I ran the outdoors Main & Moody streets five-mile course again with the first third and fifth miles jogged and the second and fourth miles walked. Time was 93 minutes. Foot-wear ingredients: same as Saturday Feb 14, but with toe-tubes NOT used on middle and index toes of left foot and NOT used on big toe of right foot--result being CVS brand 'toe bandages' (toe tubes) on left big toe and on middle and index toe of right foot.

The temperature was 25 degrees, slightly cooler than the previous night. For some reason I did not think the weather was so great or become mentally carefree like I did the previous night.

Today finally in the left foot: there was no numbness or tingliness; the feeling of unevenness below the sole of the foot was almost gone; I still felt this feeling of an annoying ridge below the left toe, but this feeling quickly went away after walking instead of jogging for a few minutes.

Today I tied the bottom four laces loosely while tying the top two laces tightly. During the run there was this annoying loose feeling in the heels and at the end of the fifth mile the top lace on the left shoe had come un-tied. Alternatives I can think of now to correct this: padding of some sort behind the heel to tighten up the heel; tying the bottom three shoes laces loose but the top three laces tight; carving out a hole where the heel is in the insole layer that reaches from the toe to the heel.


@2009 David Virgil Hobbs

Saturday night at the Waltham bars--'Satanists'(?), and a Google-logo-sweatshirt-MBA-guy

I wore a "Cesarani"quilt-type gray and navy blue suit and tie type jacket, a shades of green plad shirt, a blueish sleeveless sweater, khaki long pants, and (worn until I had been in the bar a few minutes), a "country gentleman" cowboyish/gangsterish type hat. I hit the bars on Saturday night April 21--I felt like, to hell with a super-hero like me trying to embellish his reputation by not hitting bars on saturday night alone. I had this feeling that being well-dressed at bars on saturday night embellishes one's reputation, even if one is alone.

When I parked this white chick in an SUV immediately parked behind me and too close to me. She was talking on her cell-phone while sitting in her parked car for a long time. It aroused suspicion in me, I tried to memorize her license plate number but forgot it eventually.

First I Went to Franco's on Moody St. Surprise surprise! Instead of their usual "wholesome" band and patronage, and instead of being crowded, it was on a scale of sparsely-populated slash medium-level-of-people-at-the-bar slash crowded, at medium level not crowded like last time. Seemed the lights were low. A band of clean shaven white guys and white guys wearing beard-mustache in black shirts was the band this time (noticeably pale-white not ruddy). I looked over behind me and this pale-white guy, clean shaven in his twenties for a long time gave the Satanist hand sign, little finger and index finger raised, other fingers down. This kid I know from Walthamwhose nickname is "Spanky"-I knew his sister and her boyfriend Billy before her boyfriend moved to Florida was there; I guess, from what I have seen and heard, that this "kid" "Spanky" (now in his late twenties or thirties) might have some Satanist tendencies, to go along with his Christian tendencies. I had a Franco's draft beer for $2.25, left a 50 cent tip, and began walking down Moody St figuring this was not my night at Franco's.

At the Skellig on Moody St., they had two stocky bartenders, one brown with a slight beard/mustache, the other bald and clean-shaven. I asked them the cover charge, they said $5, I skipped it.

I went into Jake's next door. There I had a beer for $3 and left a 50 cent tip. A band with a somewhat attractive sound, that had some gray-haired old people in it was playing, there was no cover charge. The bouncer afer he let me into the bar, followed me into the bar and asked me, about the traces of blood on my chin. I told him the truth, I drew blood while shaving. I had a $3 beer left a 50 cent tip and then left after I finished the beer.

Then I went to the "Mad Raven" on Main St. Waltham. The bouncer let me in. There I had a $3 beer and left a 50 cent tip.

At the Mad Raven I sat down at the empty seat at the bar. Most of the people at the bar were in groups of three or four, males mixed with females. There was this solitary guy sitting next to me, with a pale white angular face (not ruddy), clean-shaven, who wore glasses. He was about five feet nine inches tall, about medium build I guess ( with the big loose sweatshirt what can you tell about body build?). To tell you the truth he looked Jewish to me. He was wearing a dark blue or black sweatshirt that had a "Google" logo on it. He reminded me of my brother's Cambridge MA Jewish friend named 'Mark' who tolerates my non-Christian brother (I am a Christian of the type who remembers that most of Christ's words are not in the Bible) but not me--Mark thinks I am 'too hyper'--Mark is one of the few people on earth who tolerates my brother but not me.

I told this Google-sweatshirt guy at the 'Mad Raven' that I got ranked very high amongst other websites for certain searches on Google such as 'poetic prayers'. I told him I could email him links to these Google searches. He said he had been an intern for Google, and was a senior in Babson's MBA program. I told him about my grade school friend Danny Rudolph now dean of Stanford B-school. I told him about how at "Joe Sent Me" next door one time the bartender told me that he "did not feel comfortable serving me" and the bouncers escorted me out. He, Google-sweatshirt said he did not have a pen and needed the bartender to write down his email address. He said, "to tell you the truth, I think Joe Sent Me is a little better than this one". Then he lost interest in giving me his email address. He said he did not really need the links to the searches I ranked high on. Then he started telling the white female bartender about how he was going to be an intern at Yahoo. I told him about how I ranked high at Yahoo for certain searches. He just looked at me and said nothing. He seemed proud of the fact that unlike me, he did not pay for his drinks one by one, but instead paid for all the several drinks he had had at this bar all at once when he was finished. I did not try to push him into giving me the email address. I wished him a good night as I finished my beer and left.

All in all it was a strange feeling evening, the apparently at least somewhat 'Satanist' bar and crowd materializing at the usually wholesome Franco's, the Google/Yahoo intern who in the end decided he did not need the email I planned to send him. I felt like, dropping Rudolph's name does not get you anywhere with a Babson MBA. I was thinking, could name-dropping be like batting in baseball--the more attempts you make at it the better you do at it; or is it just a foolish way to attempt to navigate the world?

"To tell you the truth", I ended the evening thinking of how given the relatively populist nature of Christian doctrine compared to Jewish doctrine, Christians are unfairly, to the world's detriment, disadvantaged in terms of being executives in a sick corporate world. I ended the evening thinking yet once again, of how the credentialist emphasis on degrees, results in credentials undervaluing important criteria due to their emphasis on credentials. I ended up thinking of how there are these people with pale white faces, but King David of the Bible, to whom are attributed the wonderful "Psalms of David", was described as "ruddy". I ended the evening feeling discouraged over discrimination faced in society be even reasonable moderate Christians who realize that most of God's thoughts words and actions are not recorded in scripture. But out of three bars I went to all three let me in and served me. Previously at Roberts bar on Moody St. the bartender had also refused to serve me. To tell you the truth, I ended the evening thinking of how bartenders and personnel officers (like maybe this personnel officer at Bread & Circus slash Whole Foods named Bautista where I have not gotten a job so far though I applied) get rid of people who they think of as economic or social competition, and how society is incredibly incompetently naive re selfish conduct amongst creatures like bartenders, personnel officers, and credentialists.

Once when I was walking outside of the 'Joe Sent Me Bar', after the incident in which the bartender would not serve me (for no reason I could see) and the bouncers escorted me out, this nice looking slim clean-shaven young white guy who was hanging out in front of 'Joe Sent Me', looked at me and said, "You've got a dorky bartender problem!". He had a nice voice too, with some warmth in it. In other words the bartender would not serve me because he is "dorky" and thinks of me as competition. Nevertheless, seems that every time there is a problem such as a bartender refusing to serve someone, or a personnel officer refusing to hire someone, or a supervisor not promoting someone, or a supervisor not hiring someone--seems every time such a thing happens, society blames the victim, society fails to use its mind to scratch even a little under the surface, and come up with any insight re how people like supervisors and bartenders trash people for selfish reasons.




@2007 David Virgil Hobbs