The mess of massive rusted iron, Olympic barbells and crap in the corner, that would be Will. Will wanted Jennie to eat better and get some strength going, but he was wary of saying anything that might make her feel inadequate. He wanted to keep her away from pasta, which he considered the curse of Italian cooking.
Starch with all the vitamins removed by bleaching the grain. “Marcie, Chrissie, we are going to need to do something about how the covey eats. We have to keep them away from the high pasta intake. An infantryman who humps the boonies for 12 hours a day, a pro football player, a marathon runner, those guys can eat lots of junk food and burn it off. I’ve heard models talk about things like going on a popcorn and Coca Cola diet to lose weight. A Coke and Bacardi before dinner isn’t a problem, but Coke for dinner, with starch to go with it, that is not so good.” Sassie asked, “Should I be filming this?” “Is it something we are trying to teach future models?” “Yes.” “What are we making the video for?” She took out the camera and started filming him. “Marcie doesn’t eat junk food. She works out with weights. She is not very big, but she is pretty strong for her size. She keeps her weight down by exercise. Eating a few eggs and tuna fish are not going to make a model fat. High fat foods and starches like white bread might. Say a girl weighs 120. She starts pumping iron and eating well, riding a bike, hiking, that sort of thing. She could maybe lose 10 pounds of fat and gain 15 pounds of muscle, so she weighs 125. She will look slimmer. She could pump serious iron and go to 132, and still look good. She has added 10% to her body weight, but she will probably fit the same dresses. Her legs, for example, will have more definition. She will look better, be healthier, and be able to do longer photo shoots without getting tired. That’s my advice to models.
Get out in the fresh air and get some exercise. Don’t worry about a little sun.” “Are you talking about the old parasol stuff, women trying to be as light as possible?” “Uh, touching on it, anyway. I saw an ad once where they had this café au lait girl putting some crud on her to make her lighter. She was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and I have seen a few. She had this wonderful light brown color. Much nicer than mine. They were trying to tell women that they should feel inadequate and do something about it if they were not paper white like me. God damn them!” “I won’t be able to use that.” “Yes you will. You will portray us honestly. You will not portray Marcie as a flawless goddess, and you will certainly not portray me as someone who never uses nasty words or gets angry. You will show our virtues and our vices objectively or you will not be doing your job. We’re showing models and photographers what it is really like. People expect to learn from this, not to be disinformed. This is hard work. It isn’t what people think. Girls want in to this world, fine. But they have to understand that it will be hard.
Can you imagine Marcie in a bikini on a beach looking like she’s having fun when it’s 40 degrees?” “Scotland.” “It was really 40 degrees?” “And a 20 knot wind. She did about an hour shoot, changing in a car. The driver and I had to tell her she looked too cold, and couldn’t take a good pic, and we hauled her to the hotel and put her in a hot bath.” Marcie said, “Thing is, we finished the shoot, pretty close anyway. And we did the rest at the pool at the hotel, which was heated, thank God.” “But you make a lot of money.” Marcie laughed. “That was in our salad days, when we couldn’t afford salad. We have never been lovers, but we shared motel rooms. Will would wait for night and develop film in the bathroom. We sent contact prints in the hotel’s envelopes. We always kept the soap and shampoo. We drank cheap vodka from plastic cups, and traded off going to the ice machine to get enough ice for our cooler. Will had an enlarger but it would not stay up, so he took a hacksaw blade from wherever he bought it, and made a prop with notches out of a piece of a forklift pallet.” “That’s how you overcome poverty, with hard work and dedication?” Marcie shook her head. “No. We did the hard work and dedication, but most poor people will work harder than us all their lives and have nothing.
You could overcome poverty by us simply realizing that we were lucky and someone else was not. Or you could do it more effectively with socialism.
Why should the US have given land to Jay Gould and the rest of those
robber barons so they would lay rails? A rational leader would simply lay
the rails and charge for the use of them. If I owned the railroad, I would let
everyone ride. A guy has no money, you ask him to clean the windows or
something. I’d kick the something for nothing crowd to the curb. Will
would probably run them over.” Jennie spoke up. “For all my life, I have been poor. If I can work, and be paid then that is wonderful. I have come halfway around the world for this chance to be a model. I came on a freighter, and they treated me like dirt. I cleaned the bathrooms, mopped the floors, washed the dishes. I came here, and Will says I can just hang around. Marcie buys food at the store and she says I can have anything I like. May has all this work to do and I helped, of course. It is so easy to help. Everyone, if someone helps them, they should help back.” Will said, “We will have to work together if our world is to survive. It used to be that the apex predator starved to a reasonable population. Now we don’t. So we have to determine our population limit, and not breed out of it. We have to help each other, like Jennie said. We can’t play this new game by the old rules. If people in Africa keep on with the idea that wealth is measured in cattle, then a dry year comes and herds larger than there is any need for will desertify grazing land. Mother Nature let her greatest creation become her greatest threat. We are the first species with the ability to destroy the planet, and it’s not hard to imagine that we will do it.” Chrissie said, “I can imagine this has happened many times somewhere in the universe. Maybe it’s why there is no sign of intelligent life out there. It doesn’t last.” Father James said, “I think God has it figured out a little better than that.” Will said, “I imagine the creator of a universe that is millions, or maybe billions of light years across, and maybe even infinite, and then look at Earth, and I just cannot imagine him caring if we take his name in vain or even blow the whole planet up. We’ve talked about this before, like the idea that Jesus is his only begotten son, in a universe that makes Earth an imperceptible speck. You know I respect your faith, and your connection to the spiritual, whatever it is, and also your phenomenal education, but I cannot accept God as an old man sitting on a cloud fussing over someone eating an apple.” Father James smiled. “As you know, Will, it’s a lot more complicated than that. But we would bore our dinner partners if we kept this up. You could come to the Vatican for a few decades of discussion of these ideas.” Chrissie said, “Father, you are still here, which, it’s fine with me if you want to stay at our house for the rest of your life, but you’re not teaching Will Italian, and Teresa is not here. We will cover your expenses if you go to Vienna to tutor her, but I don’t understand why you are here.” “God seems to want me to be here. As far as teaching Will Italian, I should just as well teach a marlin how to swim.” “I might ask you to tone up my French, though.” “That would be more like teaching an eagle to fly.” Chrissie said, “Father, to change the subject from the one you and Will could discuss for decades, do you think we’re doing good with this quail thing?” “It’s always good to give someone an opportunity. But the way you look on the net, well, it’s not wrong, but if you want to give opportunity to those who need it most, you will not find them on the net. I think you should take your show on the road. What would Mother Teresa have done?” Marcie said, “She would take the seven three to Calcutta and look there.
Well, she was not a businesschick, but she would have tried to find the cute
girls living in desperate poverty and groomed them as models. And that is
what we should do.”
She opened her phone, and looked at the time. She called Ken at Aurora. “Marcie for Ken. I thought you might be. We’re letting dinner get cold in
a rest
aurant. Well, we have this idea. Suppose we go on the road and get
covies in poor countries like, say India? You did? What’s that going to do
to production? Great. Take it to the board for us. We could design a line
based on saris. We can shoot in India. Seeya!”
Marcie said, “Aurora just bought a big factory that was making dresses they
could not sell, so the rules are changing. Ken thinks the board will go for
another small catalog. So we can go to Calcutta or wherever when we get done with the current covey. Maybe we could let a covey of Indian cuties scamper around the Taj Mahal.” “There is probably a certain dignity expected there,”Will noted. Poquita asked, “Are we going to hire a couple of local ladies to be house mothers, Will?” “Well, sure, Poquita. Someone who would be good and who needs the work. See who you can find. Remember they need to speak English and Italian. We have American girls with no Italian, and I’m going to do this in those two languages only.” Father James asked, “Why so limited?” “Interpreters will take time, Also, if we can say, English only left, Italian only, right, Bilingual center, then we can pretty easily make them into groups. Say we had 7 English only. So we put four in a team, Add one Italian girl with good English, and we have 2 who do their classes in English, and 2 who do them in Italian.” “Seems a little restrictive.” “Father, if you want to see restrictive try programming in assembler. I would divide them by radix.” “I suppose that is a mathematical term.” Chrissie smiled. “It is, Father, but actually. Will means it as a numerical base for an assembler. Take the number 15 in decimal. In hexadecimal it would be F. In octal it would be 17. in binary it would be 1111. The left column is always the base. In binary, the second is the twos. In octal, it is the eights. In hexadecimal, it is the sixteens column.” “I know that as base 2, 8, or 10. but what is Hexadecimal” Will answered. “Base 16. Each hex digit represents 8 binary digits, or bits. 4 bits is a nibble, 8 is a byte. One hex digit can represent a number between 0 and 15. 2 hex digits is a word, which is two bytes, or in other words, a number between 0 and 255. 4 hex digits is a double word. It can represent a number between 0 and 65,535,” “If you needed to handle bigger numbers?” “You could do it in exponential notation, or there are some real complex routines in C compilers that cut your problem up in pieces somehow, and they have what they call an expression evaluator, which can calculate the result of an equation with lots of stuff in it. So you would feed it in, and someone has done all the tricky moving around part of the result for you. Or you could just open your program by calling DOS services, and see what platform you’re on, and if it’s not 32 bits, you tell the user, “Sorry, you need a better computer.” Chrissie intervened. “Eat your dinner, Will. We’ve done enough programming for the night. If I hear any more stuff like Sector: Offset, interrupt vector tables, terminate and stay resident programs, memory overlays, or any of that kind of thing, you’d better watch out for a sudden bunch of coffee in your face when they serve it.” Sassie asked, “Is that all real stuff?” “It’s all real stuff, girl. But we are done with that. How do you like Italy?” “Its pretty, and the climate is nice.” They finished dinner and ordered dessert. When it came, Marcie took a piece from Will’s that would perhaps be sufficient for micro sample chemical analysis. The pastries were all great, so it was easy to order.
When they got back to the house, it was dark. They went into the house,
and were introduced to a couple of guys who would help with the arriving
crew. They were both casually dressed, loose shirts making it hard to see
what hardware they might be carrying. Will was not troubled by this, he
knew both of them already, anyway, and was not concerned about what
hardware in particular it was. They were Lou and Joe, Carabiniere, a
couple of guys who were going to make sure the covey was tucked in
before they slept, each of course with her teddy bear. Lou and Joe
explained that they were just there to show everyone how the security
things worked. They had everyone put their thumbs on a little reader on a
computer. They read in drivers’ licenses, and the computer took pictures it
said nothing about. They proceeded to show everyone how they could open
doors by putting their thumb on the little pad. These were really neat, because your key could neither be lost or stolen, and if someone made you open a door, the system would know when that happened, and if there was a problem, they would find you, believe it. You were safe here in Italy. If you put your thumb on the pad, and hit your two diget ID number, it would open. If you didn’t want it to open, you hit 01, and it would not open. If you hit 06, it would open, but a silent alarm would go off. This was all about terrorism. The data went to somewhere that is not there, and was entered into a database that has never been there, and in about as it takes for a rattlesnake to get tired of being poked with a stick, Will was told that all these people were fine, and they were who they said they were, or maybe what it really meant was that if they were not, you didn’t need to know that they were not. * * * The bus arrived with the covey and their dorm mothers. Will was happy. everyone was happy. They put their stuff in the bunkhouse. They went inside, and Anita, the housekeeper, made sandwiches for everyone. Not all the girls were happy with there being no sodas, but they took fruit juice, grape juice, milk, and mineral water and made do. Anita had buns and bread, all whole wheat, and all locally baked. She had freshly made mayonnaise that also came from just down the street, and lots of great cheeses and lunchmeats, as well as lettuce that was still attached to the ground that morning, and organic tomatoes. May’s cousin, Pauline, told them she needed some volunteers to milk cows.
There were a lot of volunteers, so she signed them up for morning,
afternoon and evening milking of the beautiful Jersey cows Will had
recently bought. They would come through a chute into the shed, be hand
milked, examined by another cousin, Henri, and they would get some cattle
cubes and sweet feed, then go into the barnyard. There they would eat
some vegetable scraps and bread crusts, and so on, and when that was done
Henri would take them to the pasture they would be using. The place had
been set up for rotation grazing 100 years before people in the US had
started saying it was the newest discovery.
The girls wore Phillipa boots that looked a lot like Carthage shoes work
boots but with a little style thrown in. Aurora jeans and beautiful woven
wool shirts, Aurora of course. They wore Aurora cowboy hats, and scarves
and such. They had been strictly instructed not to make the cows
uncomfortable. They waved quirts as if they might hit the cattle, although
they didn’t. They directed the cattle to where they were going already. Once they were all in, one shot caught a quail closing the gate behind the
cattle who would be as likely to come back out as they would to take up
hang gliding. Henri demonstrated the technique, and the girls milked the cows. Between shots, he came and felt their bags to see if they needed some more work.
When they did, a quail would get next to him as if she was speaking
something private and romantic while he stripped them. Will got some
shots he didn’t know what he could use for, of the master’s hands pulling
four nipples at the same time. Some of them showed the quail watching
intently. There were a lot of dairy farmers who would have watched like
that, too. There were quite a few who would have thought it could not be
done.
Will did the younger girls as Daddy showing her how.
“I didn’t think you could do four at the same time.”
“Will she has six.”
“Don’t tell me you can do that.”
“V
ideo, bring her here. I make no claim, I show you.”
Sassie came over.
“Sassie, you’re in front, but give me a little squeeze in space, let me get
some stills.” “Got it.”
Sassie said, “Ready.”
Henri’s hands put a little disinfectant on the udder, then he put some
petroleum jelly on his hands and rubbed it in a bit. He stroked and bumped the udder. The cow, a master of her own art, stood still. Henri put his hands on the nipples, and stroked. The third time he did, He shot six streams of milk going into the bucket. Sassie came in close on the work, and Will gave her a little space as Henri did it again and again. They got back. Henri finished the cow two at a time. Bumping the udder a little. He stood up. “Girls, sterilize your hands before you milk.” Two of the girls made a nice picture struggling with the heavy milk barrel.
They managed it into the sterilizer. Will got a couple of nice shots of them
struggling with the 80 pound barrel. They finished the milking, and put the
barrels into a big chamber that was essentially a double boiler. Will brought
the last four over, two in each hand. Henri fired it, and set a timer. “We
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