Gone To Pisgah, To See A Man About A Dog.

Nov 9

Freezer Burn

On the subject of titles that say more than they mean, this thing is less than what it appears. What I want to say I cannot or shall not. Suffice it to say that I’m suffering again physically and it’s not all in my head but because I can’t get control of my head, it’s worse. Maybe later when it’s over and I have some perspective, I can relate the tale and might even do it plain instead of through the mouth/mind of a character. Now suffice to say, my meat is burnt, frozen stiff, and it hurts. There’s no known cause and no cure as it were. Time is the genius that requires my living/suffering through it and maybe just maybe we’ll be all right, okay, coming out another “side.” {{From unit # 9630}}

Nov 5

Been Back

Now for two weeks and I can’t say what a pleasure it has been. I can’t. Not for it my vacation or for time spent here these two weeks. Nope, I can’t. Still sick feeling and when I’m not that, feel weird. On top of all that heavy oppression of doubt and misery, uncertainty and confusion. Too bad too, because obviously there have been some glorious moments, both here and abroad, that have kept me…if not struggling onward, then at least piqued that some OTHER is about some where or place/state, that if I can just find the key, I can be fully occupied, or not, because I’ve just been occupied, had some fun here and there and great fun it’s been; occupied at work and other sundry. And this whole bit about my not being able to say what a pleasure it’s been, has been, or, IS, but a lie. Because I’ve had that; pleasure, leisure, relaxation, and the misery doubt confusion, uncertainty. So, I’ve had the life full of late, haven’t I? From unit # 9630

Oct 22

Animals & Bugambilias

WELL this time tomorrow I will be approaching 39 thousand feet or so. Something like that. Now I’m 5 thousand, 2 hundred feet, smellin’ like a winner with my eGo black men’s shampoo and used as body soap too. Washing my clothes with FOCA powder soap and oxy clean, in cold but “hard” water. Good stuff. Good times. I got here and thought; geez, I’ll never get/stay clean. So much to mucky us about. Ah well. Que su puede a’ssed eh? Pretty fat rhino beetle. Tons of “daddy long-legs” and more flying green ant or midges and what-nots as that, than I can categorize. Can’t do coffee. Pity. So many to try. That and Chocolate. Both can go in the same cup and then some fresh ground chili powder! I could even drink that cold now, and it would work, no problemo. At least now it would be no big deal. But since it requires of me days to recoup, the depression, etc? NO! Definitely NOT worth it. Damn, I sure do miss it. Inspirational trigger “drug”. So’s alcohol up to a point, but like all things: Mucho Mas = NO BUENO!!!! from the handheld

Oct 16

The Subject Is Sleep

For soon we’ll get some of that, we feel certain. Have to stay up in the day to do/get that organized body thing for this 2 hour ahead deal. It’s not so bad. More comfortable than at home right now. Cool. Must only rank mid seventies. Head only slightly adrift. Paracetamol and lack of sleep to blame. Upset stomach assisting quite well w/ the staying up/back routine. Want a nap but it’d ruin my clock for the whole time I’m here, no doubt. Ah well, so much for…Dunno. Nothing makes much sense right now. Tired. Have to get by till dark and reasonable time to go to bed in this time zone, two hours ahead of mine in the day. Must not fall asleep. Put some shorts on. Getting warm. Put clothes away. Settle in. Sit and read books, magazines and comics. I’m typing this from the backyard here with a view of the Lake, somewhere just east of, in the local parlance: “Joco”, short for Jocotepec, Jal. MX. From unit # 9630

Oct 12

Flying

On Thursday night, Friday morning, I am going to be flying south, south-east of here, for about 3 hours, with the smiling Eskimo. Right into the rising sun. Or have it on my left side, as all my seat-mates try to sleep. I however, with the light on, will be up; reading and writing, on this and other media, and hope is, I’ll be able to post with this thing from such places as Jocotepec, and San Juan Cosala, or wherever. Think I know it’ll work in the airport, at least. If it doesn’t anywhere else, so what? Too bad. Who cares? I do. I want it to work, everywhere. But just because I want it to, just because, doesn’t mean diddly in this crazy mixed up world. Just because I want the knife from the drawer I want, not the one that’s handed to me, doesn’t mean that that’s going to happen. It doesn’t mean I’m going to find the thing right away or at all. It also doesn’t mean I have to get mad at the person who hands me the knife, the one they were about to use, and because of that you did not want to use it. (Very specifically so.)No, it doesn’t mean any of that at all. And still, you can decide to (Unfortunately only now you know it.) WALK a-way. And, you should, more times than you do. Yes. That is a solution, a problem-solver, you must employ, much more often. Pity is, you don’t always know beforehand, you need to walk away, now! Even when you’re standing in one place. When that’s your post or position. Smile. Breathe. Walk! A few or a lot of steps away. It’s okay. It’s all right. If it means you don’t get mad, even in the slightest, it’s worth it. Don’t lose your stuff. Don’t lose your love; job, life! Walk away some times, and save the world! from the handheld

Oct 4

Mexico and other Sundries

Two week’s of work and I’ll be in “sunny” Mexico with family that lives there year round—permanently—since about May? 2005 as I recall. I was their first guest visitor. Dropped in just four days or so after their “actual” move in, and about a week before the arrival of their “stuff,” the movers brought down from the states above. They’re in the states below, both of which are below provinces that have people or places where folks are from, that live nearby my folks. There are places and people and really, millions of acres; lands, peoples, cultures and worlds below my folks and where they live. I’m afraid I may never get to see any of it before I die. Time goes by too soon and life is way too complicated for me to travel around so. Too bad. But at least I get to do what I do and know and enjoy what I have. Postscript: It is the “rainy” season there now I believe. But it rains mostly at night. From unit # 9630

Oct 3

Testing For Signature

Am writing here just in case we like the signature change. Here alone as always. Living vicariously and just on the perimeter of real life with real people via movies, Facebook and hair cuts; with, to, for, of, and by all these beautiful, young, women I so desire but can’t be with, for one reason or the other. from the handheld

Oct 1

Trying To Remember...

Seems to me that it’s day one of October. We did not put the Word file in/on email for downloading on the handheld. Cool. 53 degrees. And, the high extreme is reported to be 91! I’m here in the cool, loud, yet somewhat “comfortable” rest area, where I seriously need to take care of things. I’m here HOURS ahead of time, but have to be, right? Well, yes and no. Yes: Because for parking; in good places and selection. For ease of arrival; time it requires (Usually, it’s minimal.), and lack of hassle all along the way for the most part. And the LOADS of time I have here and sit and read; write, think, sleep, and meditate; it’s wonderful! Lot’s of ME time before I have to go to work. And let’s be forthright about that; It’s minor at best. We get paid a lot for what we do. It’s not hard and most of it is just being there. No: Because it’s too early, way too early. We could have slept-in some, especially since we worked late the day before. There was time to sleep-in and still get here and rest/piddle a bit, prior to work. Which isn’t wasted nothingness. No. Eating and sitting to meditate and read and write, is NEVER a waste. Not for me. I mean, if one day out of this I can get something to write and sell? Well, you know, that’s EVERY THING! It’s hard. It’s difficult. There will undoubtedly be challenges throughout my day with fatigue and all to say the least, but so what? When isn’t there that? Trying To Remember something, and I’m not sure what that something is. Delivered via 9630 Niagra

Sep 24

Thankful

I am thankful because most of the people I know are alive and for the most part, are well. Delivered via Crackberry Niagra 9630

Sep 20

It's Like Crack

Well, I dunno. Never had it before, but in the lexicon, the nomenclature, common usage, the drug reference to Rock Cocaine, is utilized to describe the usage of these things, in my case, held in my hands now as I write/type on the tiny keyboard/pad, with my thumbs: The Crack/Black-Berry. Break off a chunk, put it in a pipe, and smoke it up, just like you’re on this thing to the exclusion of all else, almost. I’d like to think I have more sense than that. I wake up in the mornings and look forward to sitting here writing, texting, posting, reading, and responding to the input of others. It enhances my experience of life. It is life, this life, in the here and now. I wonder what we’re to do? Feel to go to sleep. But I can’t breathe very well. Tried silver colloidial and I think that stops me up, but terrible hot dogs and ice cream and maybe too the salty vinegar of hot sauce I’ve been putting in my juice in the mornings…blew me out. It was awful yesterday, and funny. Felt hung over, even though I wasn’t. This morning…just so much the lack of sleep, ugh! From everything. I need to eat. I need to vacate my body of all sorts of things right now, but I’m having to wait. Yes Tom Petty is right; the waiting is the hardest part, though I’m sure he meant something different. We all do and we all do something different. And what I mean by that other than what it says, I couldn’t say. Don’t have clue one for needing to say it here, just had to. Much like a habit one can’t get over, like writing, like drug use, I’d imagine. Just like using this here handheld. Delivered via Crackberry Niagra 9630