Well, I wrote a very long post yersterday that I'll cut in below here. I did not write the story of the hikeing trip. I got bogged down in uploading the pictures. I had cut and paste some of the post over to my QJ but not all of it and when I shutdown last night or something, I was very tired, Clancy came up and harrased me that my light was on and I was sleeping, I lost alot of it. Which was probably good. After I had eaten a little and had a cold pabst I began to doubt on whether I should post some of it. You see I am trying to be fair to a reader off site. They may be reading and I don't want to hurt them but I also want to speak in this forum.
So I'll be posting the story maybe later tonight. I have to get to work, early start today, we have our prepper in Hawai.
TDS on Lieberman and a nice bit on Hannity.
http://movies.crooksandliars.com/TDSonLiebermannnHIGH.wmv
the spolier is a ramble with a number of poem that are not mine in there. No reason to read my 0 readers unless you want to.
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Ha, slackness. It is pervasive. Took Gnarls to get me on it. I need to buy some music but my tip money is a very short stack of 28 dollars, a buck and an alligator purse short of a Tom Waits song.
The story will be at the very end. This post will ramble and may even be tl;dr.
I am going to eat instead of drink tonight. A constant reminder that one is better than the other, not that I have had problems in the recent past but the not so distant past. I hesitate to say "novel" because for me it is an old hackneyed word but when I was working on my novel (I shuddered at that in self consiousness) I drank alot and ate as cheaply as possible living on the money my parents sent me. A little like Burroughs and his 200 a month but this wasn't the skim of a namesake but the hard work of my loving parents. So I have a debt there. But I drank. And damn if listening to Outkast doesn't make me want to drink and smoke and smoke. But cash is short and I need a clear head. Or do I?
One of my english teachers in High School, dear old Farmville Central HS ( http://www.pittschools.org/fchs/default1.html ) Mrs. Sbolchi is in Pitt Memorial Hospital fighting pancreatic cancer. I'm postive thinking. I got through to her today and we talked briefly before she had to go and rest. I'm so tired of seeing Death visit with people I know. And I don't even have that much to complain about. Sbolchi told me, "there is nothing you can't do if you choose to do it." and a few other piece of advice. She asked after my writing which was kind of her. I hope she pulls through God willing. And please note I don't say that hardly ever. Seems the best thing to do, besides send her flowers and maybe a sheaf of my work. But I don't want to tire her, she needs to rest.
And the thing about Mrs. Sbolchi is she came from money in Farmville. Old money. Money can get reall old in Farmville, pre revolutionary war old. She was an Allen and married an Italian for love. And he died and she taught english. Not the best telling. She was the cap stone of our english program but this was all very unoffical, it just was. She pushed us like all our teachers did. I hope she pulls through. I would like to drink with her.
I have a number of teachers who looked after me and helped me along that I need to thank. Mrs. Moye, Smith, Dail, Moss, Cheston, Willoghby, Hunt, and many others. And the readers/chess club. And Mr. Vick, Wilkerson, Harris, Jernigan. And more. Do good turns for others to pay back for the good turns done for you.
I said too much to someone and I hope I didn't offend. I happened to search something out and to keep security I'll cut the line that lead me to it.
William Wordsworth:
"Though nothing can bring back the hour -,
of glory in the flower,
we will grieve not,
rather find strength in what remains behind."
a nice line and further comfort for a boy who knows not what to do or how to act and wants to leave his armor of habit and role to rust. But the game plays on. With no ref.
So I'll be posting the story maybe later tonight. I have to get to work, early start today, we have our prepper in Hawai.
TDS on Lieberman and a nice bit on Hannity.
http://movies.crooksandliars.com/TDSonLiebermannnHIGH.wmv
the spolier is a ramble with a number of poem that are not mine in there. No reason to read my 0 readers unless you want to.
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Ha, slackness. It is pervasive. Took Gnarls to get me on it. I need to buy some music but my tip money is a very short stack of 28 dollars, a buck and an alligator purse short of a Tom Waits song.
The story will be at the very end. This post will ramble and may even be tl;dr.
I am going to eat instead of drink tonight. A constant reminder that one is better than the other, not that I have had problems in the recent past but the not so distant past. I hesitate to say "novel" because for me it is an old hackneyed word but when I was working on my novel (I shuddered at that in self consiousness) I drank alot and ate as cheaply as possible living on the money my parents sent me. A little like Burroughs and his 200 a month but this wasn't the skim of a namesake but the hard work of my loving parents. So I have a debt there. But I drank. And damn if listening to Outkast doesn't make me want to drink and smoke and smoke. But cash is short and I need a clear head. Or do I?
One of my english teachers in High School, dear old Farmville Central HS ( http://www.pittschools.org/fchs/default1.html ) Mrs. Sbolchi is in Pitt Memorial Hospital fighting pancreatic cancer. I'm postive thinking. I got through to her today and we talked briefly before she had to go and rest. I'm so tired of seeing Death visit with people I know. And I don't even have that much to complain about. Sbolchi told me, "there is nothing you can't do if you choose to do it." and a few other piece of advice. She asked after my writing which was kind of her. I hope she pulls through God willing. And please note I don't say that hardly ever. Seems the best thing to do, besides send her flowers and maybe a sheaf of my work. But I don't want to tire her, she needs to rest.
And the thing about Mrs. Sbolchi is she came from money in Farmville. Old money. Money can get reall old in Farmville, pre revolutionary war old. She was an Allen and married an Italian for love. And he died and she taught english. Not the best telling. She was the cap stone of our english program but this was all very unoffical, it just was. She pushed us like all our teachers did. I hope she pulls through. I would like to drink with her.
I have a number of teachers who looked after me and helped me along that I need to thank. Mrs. Moye, Smith, Dail, Moss, Cheston, Willoghby, Hunt, and many others. And the readers/chess club. And Mr. Vick, Wilkerson, Harris, Jernigan. And more. Do good turns for others to pay back for the good turns done for you.
I said too much to someone and I hope I didn't offend. I happened to search something out and to keep security I'll cut the line that lead me to it.
William Wordsworth:
"Though nothing can bring back the hour -,
of glory in the flower,
we will grieve not,
rather find strength in what remains behind."
a nice line and further comfort for a boy who knows not what to do or how to act and wants to leave his armor of habit and role to rust. But the game plays on. With no ref.
the below poem, while quite good, sort of sickens me. I am tired of that joy. Jaded perhaps but I am.
i like my body when it is with your
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
ee cummings
I have a few movies to rent. oh and work.
George Galloway is huckster. He creates controversy and then sells his books (published by his own company) off the back of that controversy.
He is widely regarded in the UK as a cunt. Notably by the Left (who think he devalues their message) and Islamic community (some of whom tried to beat the shit out of him before the elections).
I would hate him more, if I didn't see straight through his act and recognise capitalist genius at work.