Episode 20

Ruts

"A rut is a habit," says Jimmy, and "being in a rut with yourself is not so good," he adds. Jimmy has Ruts on his road, and he can work with those. A rut is a habit, a pattern.

Jazzy considers positive and negative ruts. A groove is a rut. Jazzy and Phreddie ponder getting into a groove with a group.

Is a personality a rut?

Language -- Jazzy speaks Punjabi and English. Each expresses language differently, and it could be argued that a language is a rut, which prompts Phreddie to ask, "What is a Spanish Fred?"

Phreddie rambles a bit and concludes by saying, "the painting painted itself as it always does."

Jimmy asks, "can I make habits?" THE THREE-HEADED MAN asks, can we make adjustments? Can we tinker or influence habits. Jimmy states, "Normal people don't think they should change," and THE THREE-HEADED MAN is not normal.

Habits that are formed automatically. Those cannot be changed.

Is a rut a tool? Train tracks, ruts in the road. Ruts guide.

Tying shoe laces. The shoe is tied. Did it perform itself? Phreddie asks Jazzy if he ties his turban automatically or does he participate in the task?

Jazzy wraps-up this conversation by explaining that a 90 degree turn to get out of a rut is difficult. Instead, Jazzy suggests a slight angle to exit the rut

Learning is floundering. Flounder with joy.

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Fred M Schill

I like to do. I like to make things. And, I like telling stories. I tell stories to myself and to others.

First, a short biography, which is, of course, is a story. I was born in Cleveland, played sports, and attended university. Later, after a few years in the radio business, I returned to university to study education and literature.

With a teaching certificate in my file folder, I began working in high schools, first as a strike-breaking scab substitute teacher in Cleveland's far suburbs, and then in Chicago, mostly in private high schools.

Cleveland and Chicago. My two main towns, and I escaped them both. Presently, I live in a tiny, isolated, mountain village in Spain. I am reluctant to write the name of the town because I don't like tourists. When the tourists arrive, they look at me as if I am an animal in a zoo.