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

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

Sep 12

rush ruins don's Ditty.amr

I wonder if this even will work! A clip off radio I turned on just happenstance…and this ugliness greeted me. Delivered via Crackberry Niagra 9630

Sep 11

This Kind Of Weak End

On this kind of weak end, note we have a kind of strange sort of epiphany, and that is that whereas most of us clue in to the happening and sort of serious nature in and of things, not all of us will; or will not, or will ever, see this as the case for it to be. And while all of this is neither here nor there, all of us will be affected, as we will by many things, by this; where some of us believe and act / live accordingly: It’s Serious! and the rest of us won’t; don’t, can’t, or never will. Each “side” of the coin of acting life interpretation, will accord rippling effects, upon the rest of humanity, for good and ill. Delivered via Crackberry Niagra 9630

Sep 5

Response To An Unwanted I.M.

What? Wearing sexy panties? Bored? Yeah, right. You can be over in like 15 minutes? You obviously don’t know where I live, and I’m lucky for that. Yeah, if you are who you say you are, and you even come close to the model in the photo w/special set design, and are in NO WAY an actual 35 year old male Fidelity Bravery Integrity (F.B.I.) Agent in downtown, who hail’s from Encino, like Michael Jackson, I’d say, maybe. Maybe I would stop by if it’s not going to cost me more than two bills, and there was a way to know for sure you were 100% “clean,” if you know exactly what I mean, and I’d use protection any way, and I’m sure you do too. Then, yeah. You can pop up some more and I’d stop by some day, several times a year no doubt. No doubt. But as I say, without the solid bona fides, there’s not a chance in HELL. So, stop bothering me. Delivered via 9630 Niagra

Sep 1

And If This Doesn't Work...

Hi! Just dropped my phone. Sitting in my car before work, getting it out of its case, it tumbled out of my hand and hit a couple of things and times before landing on its back on the carpeted mat on the floor by my right foot. Was not so directed by my mind to try again yesterday to load Sept file of the Journal, so this and my hard copy notebook will be my journal entries. Don’t know or recall if I’m supposed to put my # on this one or the Live Journal emailer. I do recall I need to NOT put any demarcation lines after each entry. The “thing” of it all at Tumblr will cut it off. Delivered via 9630 Niagra

Aug 29

GREAT WEEKEND

Yes, despite the fact I didn’t procure the Royal Robbins replacement shirt I wanted, found Red & White Check one I’d been pining for ever since seeing ol’ uncle walt wearing one in the propaganda flicks @ work. Exception being the one in the film was long of sleeve, this one is missing that. (It’s a short sleeve job out of Bangladesh.) But nothing can top its 2 top flap expanding pockets! VERY mellow experience at the beach. Walked. Takes 20 minutes. Needed more beer. Some came later, but despite protestations, it was light beer. Now I can say I’ve tried BL lime. Tore a hole in the lower abdomen. Pretty picture it was not. Oh well! Spent a very fine time with friends and some quality down time alone. No writing to speak of. Maybe some day. I KNOW we’re storing up images, that’s for sure. Have to do some watering before bed. Got laundry detergent and have a shirt we won’t wash till next week. That’s the way things go. The Sundays’ tune HERE’S WHERE THE STORY ENDS finally out of my head, I’ve loaded it on this machine. It’s replaced by Led Zeppelin’s THE RAIN SONG. I’ll have to get another bottle of Berry-Cherry or something like it to get another Free mp3 and it’ll either be that, (LED ZEPPELIN’S The Rain Song), or The Sundays again with SUMMERTIME. That or one other from them that Warren Ellis taught me to love as well from “Harriet” and The Boys (The Sundays). Delivered via 9630 Niagra