Wednesday, December 29, 2004

FLOATING

Thot: "When in a sheet=storm,

remember to carry a big shovel."

*

Title: Loving The Waiting

Mood: resigned and/or apprehensif

Food: a bit of everything except an

infusionary milk=shake.

Noise: tears, beeps, the gentle

Voices of Dedicated Professionals...

Vision: Heaven is like this---a

simple Awakening followed by nervous

action...then, a profound patience for

all the things Which only G can

Provide. Beautiful time!

*

Content:

I've done this before. I know I

have. It's not so much difficult

as slightly maddening. Things

you wanted to do pile up along

side things you just forgot to do.

Meanwhile, the person you're

paying the most attention to is

doing all of the heavy lifting.

It's their life and you are just a

member of it. Their measure of

Moments is slight and your

perception of passage of time

is sublimated to their epic

struggle. And there is only so

much the observing Advocates

can do. Blessed Mystery^^

*

You meet the best people on the

Illustrious Care Unit~from the

Care=givers to the other family

participants of recently joined

catastrophe. It's more than a club,

an association...it's a large and

Beautiful empathic humanic

collectif Fusion of souls! And it

serves the heavylifters well in

each & every Moment of Life.

As long as they, and we join this

epic struggle to its best & worst

ends...Well, the action some=how

is eternally unforgotten.

Writ large, that is, Beyond our

Understanding of it. And i suppose

that is the Way which our Grand

Advocate intended for purpose.

Only G would know^

*

Hane is holding her own with

angels i have not met; her sister

is joining her in ways i forgot to

ask their history of... and the

family of our troubled Reunion

is greater by Measures that i

cannot predict. Yet, the werld

and filosofy carries on within

and without such Things.

It pondres my spirit=travels.

*

Tonight, i shall dream of

Miracles.

29 December, 2004

23:35:25

 

Monday, December 27, 2004

PATIENCE/PATIENT

On the Razor's edge...

There's a Latin frase which

goes,"Where there is breath,

there is Hope."

*

This is the second day the

Matriarch has spent in the

Illustrious Care Unit. She is,

i suppose, as comfortable as

a person can be under the

conditions which Prevail.

The ventilator is assisting

her about half the time;

she is perhaps dreaming about

the party she missed and

communing with familiar

angels. Her nurses and

doctors are taking good care

of her. I wish her eyes would

open and recognise the beauty

of life around her, however

austere it would appear at that

good moment. Of the Heart

we know that it is struggling;

Of the mind, we realise it is

Hers to make up from moment

to moment. That much was

always about her~the deciding

by a forceful will. Anyway, the

prayer lines are open and

operating in the grand scheme.

Time is our everpresent buddy.

*

Grandma Z was laid away in the

church of her home in a

wonderful ceremony, the engineer

tells me. I would have dearly

loved to have gone with him to

the old stomping ground~but

i am begging to be the backstop

of my mother's rest Or recovery.

My sisters have been treating me

like a Prince...which doesn't

perturb my simple nature. They

would've also loved to have gone

up North to serve the many

related angels attending my

Elder brother's second Mother.

We beg together the blood=love

of hanging where the current

spiritual Action resides. I hope

it is a small appreciated Christian

indulgence.

Monday, 27 December, 2004

9:34:20 PM^^

Today, in this frigid clime,

i mourn the dead & dying

every=where. From the lands

of Pacific Asia under the forces

of tsunami, to the streets of

Iraq where restive democracy is

a=borning. OR, for that matter,

any family anywhere who is

suffering loss. G will grasp them

all in turn to a future beneficent

purpose we, the remainderers

cannot [and may not] yet discern.

Twas Ever Thus.

*

Kay, Harry, Alan and i had

cheese=burgers @ the Ritz.

It was a lovely break in the action

[or inaction.] Yes, i had a bowl

of delicious chocolate ice cream.

Not as a memory of confluence

so much as a dedication to my

mater mirabilis who loves that

dessert when she is able to enjoy

it in large doses. And might

again if things turn upwise...

then, of course, i wouldn't cheat

her on the serving size. Not that

i ever did before. While watching

Columbo or the daily Mass...

*

i love you All! G does not make a

test we cannot pass! Plus+, today

He is only a babe in a cradle with

His own stable signs...the vitals of

our vitals which gather us toward

his ponderific destiny. Miracles!

And a Happy Kwanzaa to my friend

Darney who cared for Hane like she

is his own fair mother. And might

again appreciate her lightness.

It can be Hoped^

Gospel, my friends---i am a minor

Prince in the Pantheon of such.

~your prayerful imperfect brother,

slac

*

Friday, December 24, 2004

HOSPITALITY 2

Yes, Virginia...reindeer can fly.

They just have to wear soft

sandals.

December 22, 2004...

And, as you think on it,

Ebenezer Scrooge was not

all that good a miser; he had

nearly no paper money to count,

only coins. Sympathy! The

poor old geezer didn't even have

a credit card. Talk about being

down to the dimes. And he

was a pre=Keynesian banker!

*

Or maybe, you were tending

your flocks in Judea when the

Angels appeared on high...

[the date & the year are both

uncertain thanks to Felix the

Small...but of meteorology,

we can be sure there wasn't

any snow.] So, anyway,

you're minding your bidness &

your flock---when all of a wink

There's this six=winged spirit

floating ephemeral right abof

you in the sky, booming in an

ethereal Voice to,"Fear Not!"

That's a reality=check for even

the bravest lamb rancher.

If i'd-a-been there, i woulda

run fast & faraway. With

soiled breeches. Excelsis!

* *

Cloud me much, i find it

Fascinating. And i have read

many a good schtory here on

the Inter=Web. Mighta even

schpun a few my=own=self.

Some stories last the long.

And~believe or not, Angels

also still Visit us, when we

need them. gratia deo...

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Friday, 24 December, 2004

9:26:25 PM...

Josephine fought the good

fight but succumbed in

natural time on Tuesday

afternoon---surrounded by

her loving family. SHE is

now delivering presents with

the Bishop of Myra.

*

Our Matriarch, Hane, has not

been feeling well for a few

days either. She was admitted

this morning to our favourite

Hospital in the valley, where

the medical personnel are

treating her quite well. Her

condition is fair to good on

this Christmas Eve.

Fortunately for her, she will

also have more Visitors than

she might require on such

a respite. Altho~in truth,

there aren't many of us

growing younger or less

accustomed to hospitality.

* * *

I mean to say: Thank G

Almighty for the people who

take these works upon them=

selves 24/7 on every day of

the calendar! A Happy and

Beloved Christmas to them

and all the troops in the

field. Angels All~there are

not enough candles to wick

for their Service. Their names

remain in memory while their

abbreviations serve us so

well: EMTs, MDs & RNs

in the ER or the OR...

Doctors, Nurses, Technicians

and Helpers of every kind.

{i keep forgetting to kiss them

on the street as they walk to

their jobs} Angels all^^

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Regardless of troubles and as

the Day finds You--i pray that

you are surrounded by joyful

children on Christmas Day &

That the werld of your werld

is as bright as the one which

found a Deliverer twenty

centuries ago... And that WE

have a Very Merry Christmas

on which small Tim would

say again,"God bless us,

Every=one!"

Monday, December 20, 2004

FREEZE!

The Wise Men came from the East...

How far East, we don't know.

They were more than likely educated

well in the teachings of Confucious,

Lao Tzu and the path of Buddha.

{i can be corrected, but i believe the

Contemplatif one was still on the path

OR just recently gaining Adherents}

It was quite a long time ago...

Meanwhile, classic Greek wisdom was

taking footholds and Hebrew mystic

knowledge was reaching fulvent

expectation of Deliverance in the

Homeland, then under occupation by

the potent Roman Ascendence.

Into this cultural crescendo, the mild

son of Mary and Joseph was born.

An Infant on the high arc of history

and filosofy. NO Pressure!

*

Hear all & Say nothing.

Bear all & Do nothing.

Abandon all & Be nothing.

*

Hane has come out of herself to pray

the TV Rosary. She is brefless.

'Tis the Season. Some of her best

girl=friends are worse off 2 be sure.

It's the praying which may do good.

*

Monday, December 20, 2004...

Cat & the Engineer were kind enuf

to stop by yesterday and perk us up.

Cat had just sang with the St. Lucia

chorus at the nearby college. She,

and they, do good things out of

natural inclination. Fambly!

Todd is coming to a good middle...

Grandma Z is holding her strength to

a propitious Moment; she is surrounded

by Sons of Courage & their own sons

and daughters, thereafter. Perhaps,

the good angels are finding it hard to

pierce the Crowd---and that Josephine

is resolutely kicking the crud out of

the dark ones. She has that ability.

Plus+, i haven't personally known such

a large family who altogether took no

less than an hour to say Good=by on

a simple day... THAT strength & beauty

is joined @ Xmas, fourfold.

Do i believe in miracles? Of course.

It is the week of such things.

As cold & bitter as today was, tomorro

the Light will extend itself through the

remainder of winter---getting longer,

brighterand more beautiful toward the

rising of Flowers. Planets of confluence,

i believe i see a star in the East!

*

~solsticeslac~

Sunday, December 19, 2004

BALM

And they brought him Gifts of

gold, frankincense & myrrh...

*

The gold, we know, is a tribute

to royalty; it could have been

coins or ingots or simply precious

objects. Also--such items would

provide a financial future for a

tiny baby born in a harsh land

during hard times.

*

Frankincense & myrrh were also

precious and rare; they had great

medicinal value as distillate

ointments. Any ordinary infant &

mother would have little or no

access to such healing balms...and

perhaps, not a good chance of

surviving their coming years. These

Kings were truly Wise to bring the

salves as well. And such a fortunate

baby!

*

This is the Winter of our discontent.

OR~in the Aspect regarding, these

are the times that try our Souls.

*

The family is gathered around the

bed=collectif...those who are not

busy being born are busy dying.

Grand=Mother Z is passing out of

our sphere of influence. And such

a full existence to lately visit her

daughters with Orphanage the

bright snow & crystals of departing.

Ninety years of Presence! So bright

and strong a servant Called by

Angels to partake of the Advent

vigil. OH! Faithful one~the path is

clear, the night is joined.

*

Sunday, December 19, 2004...^

We are appraised and apprised of

the Light which comes into the

World---and Anoint it with our

brief tears. Immanuel.

He calls us to his Heart because

He requires our counsel. His

balm is our Salve=ation.

Friday, December 17, 2004

HOSPITALITY

Title: Standing By 4 Good News

Mood: Apprehensif

Music: mine, alphabetical?

Weathre: windy & sunny

Condition: slightly disemployed

Menu: the end of Turkey soop

Observatus: "unexpected &

disconcerting things Happen all the

year round; but it's on the Holidays

that we Notice their significance.

It's a neurokinetic alignment."

*

Fambly news~ Lizard [5:06 P.M.]: grandma z is

not doing so well.

get grandma jane to say a few rosaries for her.

Slac [5:07 P.M.]: doing as much--stay on the line

Lizard [5:08 P.M.]: thanks.

Slac [5:09 P.M.]: lou just Impt me

Lizard [5:10 P.M.]: i was chatting with him earlier.

i gotta get going soon. how are things in town?

Slac [5:10 P.M.]: good---i am apprised

Lizard [5:11 P.M.]: excellent. i'll call if

things get worse.

much love to you and g-ma jane!

Slac [5:11 P.M.]: or date me up by e=mail...

we love Josephine & will pray constantly.

Lizard [5:11 P.M.]: thanks. bye

Slac [5:12 P.M.]: love

Lizard signed off at 5:12 P.M.

IMP from Niece~12/16/04

We are collectively Praying for a good

result...That Grand=Mother is the Lady

i wrote about 2 entries down. She is more

than deserving of a special party. And

a great friend when i was an Urchin on the

coal-dusted streets of...my other Home

Town. Conjoin her hospitality/holiday!

*

Each year @ this time, i promise myself

not to watch the Charlie Brown

Christmas Special. And every year since

i can remember~i fail to follow through.

1965 to 2Kand4, that's a lot of broken

Resolutions. Dolly Madison cakes and

cookies not=withstanding...that simple

cartoon has an epic influence on the

children & adults who revisit it Year upon

Year. We want, we need to hear Linus

quoting good Saint Luke. It makes us

cry, every=time, and we come back time

and again. Bless us everyone.

Rudolph---i can take or leave.

"Are there no prisons? No Werk=houses?"

Regardless of all that^, iwill transit

forward as the Spirit allows and Rain

prayers of Hope & Light on All who join

this bright redemptif Season as it

arrives. More=so=much on the Doctors

& Nurses attending their Charges~~

They will Love Grandma Z & everyone

to their best ability. It's a mitzvah.

*

Pray/Pray: Peace On Earth, GoodWill

toward Us~~sentimentalslac^

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

CANDLE

Slacbac & the Night Visitors...

*

too cold, too dark, too early

Not to run around like elves

and only accomplish the

evanescent things...

Days Impending! Preperatus!

Behold the children. Their own

births were also miraculous.

*

Hope strides on the impervious

werld~calls our attention to

Poverty & Peace. Fear Not!

*

Oat=meal cookies & laudenum

How the globe transits.

I will take myself aside and make

thanks of the Grand=mothers'

houses to which we can travel...

over the river & thru the Woods.

Todd is recovering from his latest

operations...Blessings on him in

the season of Healing miracles.

[He arrives more than half by much

from the accident.] It is almost

beyond Prayer 2 believe Good

things will result~yet, Prayer is our

handiest Resource. Amen & Amen^

*

i remember a Christmas in 1998

when my own Father was passing out

of my influence. Did that sad event

of Life deter me or consternate my

essential Spirit? SHEET, yeh!

He, himself, brought me up from

those depths~made a path of my

soul i can't fully repay. A lesson of

brave passing. And Peace^

*

The candles of this Age i light thus

earnestly for salvation & rebirth...

OR to the G who guides us through

the passage of troubles. He made

the werld & we but live in it.

Blessings on all, of whatever

circumstance---the Angels are

all around & His kingdom is open

to all his children.

*

Monday, December 13, 2004

PRECIOUS

Title: Grade me up, Scotty

Mood: receptif

Music: the little band from Texas

Menu: bigA badA turkey chili

Thot: "Small improvements aren't

worth considering; large ones are

incipiently worse."

*

Monday, 13 December, 2004...

Those hobbitses had a good

week=end on the television.

I watched the Fellowship a coupla

times and it always turned out the

same. Which is to say, the movie

has thusfar been true to the boox of

J.R.R. Tolkien as i remember them.

Frodo lives!

*

In between all that and while creating

the best dark=meat chili ever, i also

converted my up=dial to the new

AOL 9 point securité. Loading off the

fone obviously took a long time.

[i dislike when my dingdanger is tied

up on the Bell coppers for hours on

end; it upsets my native sense of

frugality.] This action may come to

a good end~in the term short^

*

Hane is taking it easy in her room.

Which is not unusual. Lizard's other

grandma is slightly worse off after a

spill at her [grandma jo's] house.

We pray that she hasn't cracked her

lovely hip so much that she won't wave

a paddle @ her next party & tell the

visiting assembly to collectively,

"Get a haircut!" It's a bright miracle to

me how the older girls manage to stay

in their home=steads and run the fambly,

in spite of obvious infirmities. OR,

maybe, because i am only a male

character...i deserve to misunderstand

the service i provide to such ancient &

well=formed Angels. Perhaps.

*

Better i should schtay to the subjects

i understand. They are small, brief and

Memorable as far as i know.

[most filosofers would surrender that^]

The rest or antithesis, i will take under

Advisement...

~the slac/elf=man who serves Beauty~

Friday, December 10, 2004

LIGHT...MEMORY

Reticular Amnesia...

It comes and goes.

*

These are days of remembrance.

1177 on the deck of the ARIZONA...

Four shots that rang out in NYC at the

Dakota Hotel.

That lamp of oil which refused to fail

in the Temple after Judah defeated the

Assyrians. Humankind is bound up in

the remembering like no other creature.

That's the deal.

*

Mercy! What a fantastic & terrible

Capacity! With dremes of History,

filosofy & Austere actions...that we

should remember each in our own minds

the pointed events of marvelous Life.

{Man is the only animal who needs both

clox & calendars to track Existence}

It's a miracle we can sleep @ all.

Regard the inkling of eternal Genius

which provides us this double=edged

provision. Affirming Wisdom...

[would that it were other]

*

The past is prologue.

Thursday, December 09, 2004^

Title: The oil man cometh

Music: same old same old

Mood: cool and misty

Weather: [see above]

News: Astronauts running short

on supplies @ int'l space port...

*

Be careful with those candles...

just because they're pretty doesn't

mean they aren't an open flame.

And for better lighting, place them

near a mirror; it doubles the wattage.

Better yet~use electric candles instead.

^Your holiday safety tip.

*

And speaking of Technology...i am now

more confused than ever about what i

might think of purchasing in the long and

far=off future. Should my DVD [david]

Recorder be multi-format with picture

reading capabilities OR just a rip and strip

model with a huge drive=hard? Should i

acquire a mini-DV camcorder with schtill

foto capability OR an equally expensif

name=brand shoot & point with short burst

movie possibilities?? Don't get me started

on what kind of television viewing system

i need there=after! Plasma! i don't know.

Then~there's the question of what kind of

portable music machine i might consider...

Giga? Mega? Voice recorder [like i could

talk 2 myself for hours @ a time]?

Data storage OR capable of sending FM

signals to the green=ghost radio?

Should my scanner, when i get one, be

dedicated or part of a D'Artagnanesque

all4one & one4all octopedigon?!

[alright~i made up that last werd]

Never mind---i've said all i can think on

about those things. Beziers! i believe i've

sublimated my aneurysm.

Friday, December 10, 2004^

~slacwhosparksmnemonicall=to~

Wednesday, December 8, 2004

SPOOF II

don't you just love a good spoof?

[rhetorical] 

And Happy happy Joy joy to my Uncle

Terry...from all of us.

*

Anick Jesdanum writes in an article

about finding reliable information on

the Web:

...Adults who should know better

get duped, too.

Georgia Tech professor Colin

Potts said he recently received by

e-mail a photograph said to be a

1954 projection of what a home

computer would look like in 2004.

Instead of the small boxes we know

of today, the image shows a giant

contraption that resembles an air-

plane cockpit with a large steering

wheel.

...Potts said,"...I also forwarded it to

several people. Unfortunately, as

another colleague informed me by

e-mail a few minutes later, it's a

hoax."

It pondered me much when i borrowed

the image later that the RAND corporation

would have such a large Television. OR

that a 1954 'computer' would require a

double steering=wheel from a yacht.

Today~i reread the caption and found a

glaring error: "...created this model to

illustrate how a 'home computer' could look

like in the year 2004..'" I mean, really...

There were no proof=readers at Science

magazines in nineteen-fifty-four??

Make your own best corrections^

NB: the term, home computer is a modern

one, unimagined by the pulp writers of

that Age. Sputnik!

*

Who names their baby, "Anick"?

Never mind~the picture in offense is

included. AND to the spoofdahs who

perpetuate such silliness:

Cut the Crud! And get a Library card.

~debunkaslac who sometimes quotes

the WHO,"we Won't get fooled again."

*

Monday, December 6, 2004

BROTH/PRODIGAL

Title: Let the Souping Begin!

Mood: simmering

Noise: hearing my beard grow

Weathre: colder & greyer

Use of semi=colons: Xcessif

*

Monday, December 06, 2004...

Items to discard from your

Recipe 4 Turkey soop~

>bones, cartilage, skin...

>anything that don't look like

it'll eat right in the long run...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Bright candles who helped me

Awaken the bright mistress of

Midwestern wisdom & haiku:

floralilia, sun=flower, vince,

vivian, kayy, jerseygirl*,

muse, babymae [of course!]

AND unenumerated glowing

others who joined the hunt...

Pray of the Prodigal who came

back in time for Soup!

Appreciata^^

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We are good enuf to arrife at

our True Natures...all of US.

*

Thot: "is any=body else so busy

that they can't catch their Redundant

with either hand??"

^rhetorical that^

More steps for a cockle=warming

broth of turkey~

>do not boil the bones, simmer...

>sauté the onions/celery before adding

>cook the starches before adding

>tear the bird=meat, bitewise...

>salt gently, othre spices @ end

Especial all=over soop filosofy~

be mindful of the Process. WAIT!

That's good life advice as well.

The zen of Xcellent left=overs^

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The Slack who would prefer to reduce

all the troubles of the Werld to a

simple simmering soup contest...

Mankind would learn the much.

And ladle peacefully to taste.

Saturday, December 4, 2004

MY SANTA

Saturday, December 04, 2004

*

Today, i saw two Bishops of Myra.

And a Hawk, and a little black

Labrador puppy named Chloe.

[i know~all puppies are little]

*

Dogs love me as much as Anything.

Twas ever thus.

*

In fact, i don't know a single animal

that wouldn't fall in love with me

completely on the first meeting,

unless one counts the many DOGS

that preferred to chew me to pieces.

I've settled my hash with the canine

Race...pups can adore me at their

leisure but i'd rather that other

people Owned the Buddha=less

creatures. Woof, woof. I have my

own pack. Mostly random cats who

move in the werld as i do...

*

Randomly, secretively & to mysterious

Ends. It's how i move, even among

the lizards. Or birds & squirrels for

that matter...

*

My sisters [broad=sense, no joke]

have Accrued to me over the past

many days And our joining is

accomplisht; the cyberdancing

mentor of my line=on life has

emerged into the dim winter as a

Japanese butterfly. HAIKU! Write

my teacher Poems on the blossom

of her vacance de breve. There is

no greater Consolation within my

soul than that WE are special agents

of Re=ignition. WE glow & torch

resolutely 2 bright ends. Of this^

Jersey girl & all my readers will

Advise. it's a Mitzvah.

*

Read this? To what end?

Of cats & dogs & sleeping Angels?

Of relief @ the long end of Season

that bright candles will prevail?

Youbetcha.

*plus+, most of them have heard

my "music". id est salve*

Tomorro, i make the Turkey=soop

and fill out the Puxxle perfect.

AS a non=bereft grass=hopper^

Thursday, December 2, 2004

GLOW NEWS

Title: The Beast...

Music: Supertramp

Mood: slightly chilled

Mumsy Alert Status: standing down

Menu: Turkey with Rice & Gravy

Weather: less windy than yesterday

Words of Wisdom: "eat a small ugly

frog for break=fast and nothing worse

will happen the rest of the day."

Political Viewpoint: "i've seen Tom

Ridge speak, but i've actually met

Ed Rendell." ~slac

Trivia Question: Am i totally wrong, or

was Jennifer Garner the Pink Power

Ranger?

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Content:

Thursday, December 02, 2004...

i must admit two things---i like the Jeopardy

but i've only seen about five minutes of

Ken Jennings competing AND i haven't

watched Tom Brokaw for years.

[his diction has always annoyed me.]

This ding=dang dell is cutting into my TV time.

Thereyago^

+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + +

News of that InterWeb thingy~

Michael Liedtke of the Associated Press writes:

...Search engine analyst Danny Sullivan said,

"We don't need to be creating more content on

the Internet. We just need to filter the existing

content a little better."

{What?! There ain't enuf content?} The article was

about GOOGLE enhancing their discussion groups.

Allison Linn (AP) writes in her article of

Microsoft pushes new blogging program:

...According to a February report from the Pew

Internet and American Life Project, only 2 percent

of Americans have created blogs, while 11 percent

have read those of others.

[i wouldn't say that blessed Microsoft is trying to

straddle a moving horse. I said i wouldn't say THAT.]

Up the shot, by way of analysis: Encouragement!

Six million Americans are writing GLOWS

[Grandeloquent Logs On the Web] AND thirty-three

million lurkers, surfers & bouncers are reading the

crud that we post regularly. It boggles the mind of

Slac, and i ain't easy2 boggle. Such a BEAST i would

not choose 2 encountre in my lifetime^^

No wonder Hans & Mumsy have each taken a break

from the Monster. Atsa lotta pressure! And you thot it

was all about the pretty kitty pictures. Plus+, there are

like, two hundred million Americans who lead perfectly

ordinary lives without us. Just saying...

Filter the perspectif~my next post will be far less

complicated. I never promised a Rose Garden...OR

even that sense could be made of my filosofy.

~~a slightly stupefied Glower who refers 2 itself as

SLACK~

Monday, November 29, 2004

GOURDS

That was a weekend.

Happy Happy Joy Joy to the Lizard,

a niece far less older than Myself.

Turkey & a new car, yet...

*

It took us all week to fill up

the roll=offs...sometimes in

twinkling darkness.

*

There is some post=election

engrungement of issues. But the

state=wide legislators round here

Opted out of pay raises on the eve

of a two month vacation. Now,

speaking as someone who gets an

unpaid long respite, i can almost

sympathise. Almost.

Meanwhile~there is a flat rate

on the toll road. So, while the going

is good, travel long & far to the ends

of the Weal=Common. [altho, for the

best gas prices, you'll still have to

drop into a local venue.] Roll on!

I am being satiric.

*

Honestly~i once made a fried cheese

sandwich that resembled the Last

Supper...but seeing that the Tomato

soop was simmering so good on that

summer day, it went the way of all

considered consumption. Curse the

Poverty i must now rue & regret!

*

My dremes are tuned in. Bizarre,

but tuned in. It's the Turkey i suspect.

[Experiment~eat breasts & legs for an

entire year and make note of the

ensuing hallucinations.] Don't forget

the gravy...it contains a mild form of

lysurgic acid dyethylamide. Or so

i've heard. On the web.

*

Where in the name of Elizabeth Shue

was i? OH! Yeah...the Slack is firmly

determined not to purchase any item

which depends on 1970's rock music for

its Boomer=trended advertisemente.

[they are too numerous to mention]

Moreover, shouldn't a generation be

outraged {any generation} that their most

precious cultural icons/moments are

subverted to commercial purposes?

Advise the slack who posits a cott=boy

of One. Cleverness aside, Don't we

already have a Museum in Cleveland?

/that's the first & possibly last time that

Clever*...Clevel* would be used in a

threaded sentence/

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

notes 2 new Glowers:

1) it is very possible to Write about

nothing in particular for the length of

any given entry.

2) this Author does not adhere to the

above system.

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~it's a throw=off entry^

Friday, November 26, 2004

STAND=DOWN ONE

Stand Down from Alert~

The Dancer is busy with

her students...WE'll hear

from her soon enough.

Patience...and Love.

*

Friday, November 26, 2004

It was a perfect bird...is everybody

full yet? No? Well, here, have anothre

slab of pie! [slice, dollop, slice]

It'll take us a coupla days before the

turkey is strippt enough for the annual

boiling of the bones. I'm all about

making the soop, ultimately.

OH! Yeah~gotta send out gratitudinal

regards to all the people who sent me

GivingThanks Greets. A small but

sincere group of regular Friends...

{What more could one Want?}

It's cold outside but warm within the

cockles. And the Television is

topsy=turvy with special programming.

It is enough to baffle the ordinary mind.

[there should be one or two channels

that don't yank out all the musty dusty

HOLIDAY favourites...foreshadowing

Nothing but the arrival of yet another

November day. I could dreme, no?]

Also---the traffic won't be normal

until Monday morning at the soonest.

SO~drive the careful & considerate

for...HECK, why not the remainder of

And 4? Even our carriages are only

heaping bits of metal careening blobs

of hydroplasm from point A to point B.

Slow down already! The Universe

doesn't care if you shaved twenty

minutes off your remaining sixty=odd

years~she is Eternal and Extant.

Like Hane. Here, help me finish off

this Wing with salt & pepper. And

maybe just a smidge of Gravy.

[grip, chew, schlurp, smack]

*

flip the flip & bounce the bounce...

Lotsa thankful pages out there.

AND, if there is a reincarnation,

i hope to G i don't come back as an

eleven pound domesticated Fowl!

I so hate being pulled apart and

thrown into a pot=stock. Even if

my pecs were flaky, juicy.

*

~slacwhoServespie...3.1415926~

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

HAM SOOP/ASIDE

Tuesday, 23 November, 2004

What does the Slack do for the

Turkey Day? He cooks a free

11 & 1/2 pound Bird with Hane

screaming in the background.

We'll just let that slide 4 now.

*

It's really only Tuesday as i

write this...And me & the green

ghost have had quite the work=out.

The bank, the farmacy & then the

Grocery schtore which was filled

with Amazing people who are much

the doing @ leisure what i accomplisht

in half a hour. Excepting, of gourse,

that i forgot the Apple=sauce.

{Not traditional so much as what Hane

craves} Two bogo Pumpkin Pies,

which the Matriarch of one is baking

right now. Hane has the tendency

to rise to the occasion; which is a

beautiful thing to regard, considering

She takes heart meds & breathes

purified Oxygen! To think of all the

dinosaurs she had to kill in the old

days. On dirt roads paved by

Neanderthals, no less.

[facetious & jocular, that^]

*

Don't mess with the Tigre, for you'll

be torn 17 strips from Sunday.

Then~i unloaded my tank=sedan on

the kitchen floor and had to make

an accounting of all purchases.

It's a management course as we

travel along. Did i mention that i

forgot the Apple=sauce? I've still

got the bite=marks. MeeRoww!

* *

It was almost dark when i went to

the Laundromat. To warsh my jeans

and two of Hane's heavy laden cotton

robes. You know it's the Holiday

season when you have to purge all

the stains outta the Big White Robes.

{Honestly: i don't believe a person is

crippled if they manage to wear

twelve pounds of day=garments.}

Maybe we just have too many clothes.

Never mind~it was dark late & long

to the night when the green=ghost

brang home the cleanliness.

Now, we just have to figger out how

to de=thaw the turkey bird in time

for Thursday. Me? i gotta werk

tomorro & hold the proverbial fort.

Maybe Gary will bring anothre

cheeseburger...It could be hoped

that i will arise brightly to whatever

occurs. Twas ever Thus!

- - - - - -tuesday^- - - - - - -

TITLE: Process...

MOOD: Misty

MUSIC: [A Night At The Opera/TV]

THOT: "If what you put on salad is

called dressing, and what you put

inside doughnuts is called filling,

what the heck is the schtuff you

cram inside the turkey?"

*

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

I would brine this bird but i don't

live close enuf to the Ocean.

Nevertheless, i will try to remember

as i warsh poor old Tom to take out

the Vitals which reside [in plastic]

within his eviscerated carcass.

Note 4 other cooks: do not feed

these entrails to your pets! It is

a very bad thing all=togethre.

Dang i do miss Julia Child and the

Frugal Gourmet around this time.

Eviscerated carcass?? What am i?

An English Major? Perchance.

Regardless of that, i stole my pay

check today...in the cool fine drizzle.

And rescued yet anothre Vonnegut

book from the recycling toters.

[a collection of granfalloons i don't

remember reading.] Thereyago.

Any=way, cook the good and heart

filled most excellent meal, y'all.

AND if i am not in a whipped topping

and triptophan coma tomorro

evening---maybe i'll post & bounce

all the especial blessings. Or watch

football in the basement while

listening to Vinyl records...

- - - - -slacsquantomac- - - - -

Monday, November 22, 2004

STANDBY ALERT!

Alert Level 2...

Station Guarding & Fervent

Stand=By. Carry on.

Mumsy must be in Chrysalis

mode. Which means WE will

be Amazed by her next

Transformation. Advise this

page of Butterflies & else^

*

November 22, 2004...

John Kennedy was a young

President killed by a nervous

psychopath in Dallas many

years ago. And although much

water has passed under that

bridge, the Event is fixed in the

historic memory. And still affects

an aging generation. Just ask

the Chairman of the Judiciary

committee. OR, anyone who

attended the opening of the

Clinton library. I'm pondering

things that happened while most

of my panties were rubberized.

Never mind~we still grieve of that

horrible occurence. PRAY our lives

today force that violence to the back

water of Human Consciousness.

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Giving Thanks! As i bounce the many

pages i find that most of my peeps are

planning a moderate or lesser Feast.

That's a good thing! Who really needs

to cook a 30 pound turkey for two dozen

people or less? Altho~i'm not going to

fault the great cooks who do it up right

and get raves from all their invited

guests. G bless 'em! And, when everyone

is collapsed on that communal couch,

loosening their belts, sleepily watching the

Ball=Foot Game...Take a slight moment

to remember our ancestors who escaped

Persecution 2 find a New Werld. OR

the far flung soldiers who have sacrificed

more than a leg or wing to safeguard our

Ability to Celebrate. Their blood has paid

for our Gravy. And we are all still fighting

for the Freedom. Pause in prayer as you

battle with your own elders about how

the left=overs should be Refrigerated.

Tomorrow~they might forget you alltogether,

Or fight resolutely 2 stay in their own home

which they made for you. Better yet,

regard the small faces with shining eyes

who believe after such a filling dinner that

"Santa is Coming, tomorrow!"

{even tho, Xmas is a month away}

Remember that you were just as precocious

a child. Their future is open=wide, like

their pupils. Kiss them fervently.

Take a picture~it lasts the long.

And fortunately, the Camera captures all

the subtlety which i have Described.

Beauty, Truth & Gratitude.

The delicious food is also good.

{Enjoy the Day~there's only 364 others}

~slightly~sappy~Pilgrimslac

Thursday, November 18, 2004

MUMSY ALERT!

Attention! Attencione!

Achtung! Alert @ length!

Awaken all Angels...

*

Shut off the Radio & TV

unless there is a real Amber

Alert. This is NOT a test of

the InterGlow; it is a Mumsy Alert.

Where in the Devil's

half=acre is my especial

companion?? My teacher,

my friend, my bosom third

Mother?! Advise, Advise^^

*

Call to Action~use all the

resources @ your command

to find the answers. WE,

all of us Love her so.

Receive & Send, bounce and

concatenate, IMP & E=Mail...

Advise the Slack of all found

things! Reply & Replenish @

all hours. Pray constantly as

well~of good and perfect things.

Awaken all the Angels!

Courage, Mercy & Perseverance.

More=over, goto Dancer @ the

top of my Glow=list And bounce

her many sites leaving brief

comments like breadcrumbs...

good, bad, impertinent. The

following explanations will be

entertained:

* Long Vacation

* Change of Provider

* The computre Exploded

* Life=changing Experience

* The cats ate my Internet

So go already & find the good

news of merelyp/cyberdancer/

mumsy! And respondere tout

suite at my e=mail. Yes, you.

November 20, 2004^

 

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

TUESDAY HAIKU

Leaves to gutter...

cranberry juice acquired;

sister is sleeping.

*

=haiku=

11/16/04

i swear i didn't know there

was a difference between

William Bendix and Frank

Faylen. Live & learn.

*

Meanwhile...read the deep

or bounce to better pages.

{i hear Flo is up 2 something}

^This is the short report.

Yet, of gourse, i rain auspicious

comments on all @ length like

a Wide Knight, a fluffy Cloud

OR the quiet reflectif sound of

bells on Slack in the solar wind.

----space----

rise oh angels!

*

Saturday, November 13, 2004

SATIRICON

Saturday, November 13, 2004...

Music: ZZTop

Mood: Facetious

Thot: "what a vast wilderness is the

unencumbered mind! Until, of course

that mind sits down at a computer.

Then she enters Hellish dimensions of

QWERTY/logs & protocols, programs

and convoluted strings of what?"

Title: Werking on one...

*

Here's the funny schtuff, with apologies

to Mel Brooks and others:

Somewhere on the desert frontier of

a military installation, Colonel Slim Pickens

rides up on a Humvee to review a tentful

of beleaguered Special Force troops and

its catch of enemy combatants.

Interrogator David Huddleston greets

his Commanding officer...

Interrogator/Major: Jeepers, Colonel, but

these boys don't know any good old werk

songs...in fact, we can't understand a word

most of 'em say at all.

Colonel Taggert/Pickens: Crud! I send you

grunts out here to reconnoiter and subdue

a gang of Insurgents, not dance around like

a bunch of Texas Airmen campaigning for

their Daddy! I am Depressed.

Major: How 'bout i frag one of these...

Colonel: Sheet! We ain't got time for that

and there is that danged Geneva Convention.

Listen, we got a quagmire up yonder and I

just want you to load some of these skulls on

an ox=cart and make 'em lead the next

convoy. Carry on.

[the late Slim Pickens departs the scene]

Shortly, the Interrogator enters a sandy tent

and comes face to face with a local soldier of

the Insurgency...an urbanite Arabic resembler

of the late Cleavon Little.

Major: What have we here? Near as i can

tell, you is the only Combitant 'round these parts

that carries a Wallet...[quotes a License which

reads:] Bart...Habib, al, al~booba...I cain't read

this! Y'all got too many names! I'll jest call you

Habib for now...

Habib: Thanks ya suh! Wouldya like to play a

nice game of Chess?

Major: Homey don't play dat~why don't you just

explain all them cards in that Wallet?

Habib: [placing cards on a makeshift table]

Well, suh, dis here is my foreign fighter card

endorsed and validated in eight countries...

And dat one is my terrorist membership card

from Hamas or Hezbollah, jes the kind of thing

we all get on our tenth birthday---but they don't

wanna hear back from me until I makes a tape

or something...

Major: [glancing at the card] There ain't no

return address on this card!

Habib: Like i just said~return letters to the

Home office in case of self=immolation...

Major: This looks important~a plastic card

from the jerknoid we done caught in a spider

hole a few months back...I could shoot you for

having this on spec!

Habib: Mercy, no---that's be just a Saddam

Loyalty oath, and Massah, she ain't been

notarearised since 1999; Ossifer, Habib do

promise that iffen You hadn't frocefully invaded

this here Dicktatorship, I swear I was gonna

throw dat one away.

Major: And what is this?! [crumpled paper]

Habib: Naturally, that's my Application for the

Florida flight school---I missed Everything but

Date of Birth.

Major: Allright, buddy, I guess I can just put you

on the Oxcart to our next objective...without this

Wallet. Fall out, butthead.

[the Major & Habib approach the doomed

transport to the next objective]

Habib: Excuse me, boss, but i believe the

Colonel wanted only Insurgents on this trip;

Tell a family secret *whispers*...my great

grandmother was Jewish.

Major: GIT on that oxcart!!

*

[readers may correct the entire text]

It was a globo=political ponderance of

current Circumstance...And more=over

it might not be that funny.

~satiricalslac~

Friday, November 12, 2004

BY THE NUMBERS...

Adrift...asea...

as a far tide...

*

So i was just mulling over this Elexn

thing which just happened and

decided to glance sidewise at the

Results. Some of the Republican

operatives attempted to point out

that more Americans voted for

this President than any in history.

My first visceral response was,

Genius! There are just plain more

of us now than ever. Geometry!

But i think they were trying to back

up the ephemeral Mandate thing.

With an implied message that more

Americans voted for our candidate

than any other historical figure.

I'm sure they meant to really say that

more Americans voted in the Race

for President overall. [again, because

there were more voters & more people

mathematically speaking.]

Hang with me for a minute while i try

to fashion a corrective/correctable

cursive Analysis...The final numbers

may not bear out my Process but here

goes>

In 1984, Ronald Reagan won a landslide

re=election. He carried 49 states in the

general Election and 525 Electoral Votes.

Of the Popular vote, President Reagan

had 54,455,075 ardent supporters.

(That's almost fifty-five Million people

who thought Dutch was their Man~i was

not among that group.) This was an

Historic event to be sure. More=over it's

a nice looking number allto. [Divide 525

into 54455075 for more interest]

As i said, i'll be glad to be corrected by

the actual 2004 numbers...but since

everyone today is playing Poker, i will

just point out that a LANDSLIDE beats a

MANDATE which beats a PLURALITY which

trumps any Election thrown into the Supreme

Court OR into the House of Representatives

or Senate. For more on unusual elections,

simply read an Almanac. {i am such a nerd.}

Proviso: anyone who voted in 2004 can

comment to this Analysis; evybody else should

quit kvetching and Register for the next

Municipals!

Friday, 12 November, 2004

*

Tomorrow, or shortly there=the=after, i'll be

especially humourous...or something.

~slacbacalmanacmac, the pondiferouscloud

of slacamathematical enigmas on the InterWeb

Thingy^ advise mit smooches^^>>

Thursday, November 11, 2004

FIELD=BATTLE

11-11-18 End of Hostilities in the

War to End All Wars. Armistice!

*

There are no atheists in foxholes.

But there are still Princes and

Principalities. Sad to say...

*

They shall beat their Swords into

Plowshares. And practice the Art

of War no more.

*

Love & Bless the Veterans; they

have seen the worst of Humankind.

To a person they dislike being called

Heroes. Rather, many say,"Those

are the Heroes which did not return."

And they safeguarded the Freedom

that Pacifists enjoy.

*

Happiness is a Homeland.

Santayana said,"Those who do not

learn from the past are condemned to

repeat it." And repeat and repeat...

Someone also said,"Love thine enemies

and Pray for those who persecute you."

Only 2 millennia have passed and we

still wonder what exactly that guy was

talking about. History as Mystery

considering they nailed him to a large

piece of lumber.

*

And what of Lazarus, who came to be

rescued from the grip of Death, only to be

slaughtered around the same time by

the first target assassins? His opinion of

the afterlife is unrecorded. Our loss.

*

Pardon my austere & despondent reading

of the Holy Day; my Honour and Dignity

accrues to all the fallen Soldiers. From

today until forever. And it is all i can

rain on them until my own passing....

My salty tears of Natural sacrifice.

Eternal Gratitude. [play Taps]

*

Of blood & late Justice, the headlines

read: Arafat dies

And so, with apologies to the Editors of

many future crosswerd puzzles, i submit

And acquiesce the following anagrams:

1) Sadat Afire

2) A Fear Staid

3) A Strafe Aid

4) I Fade A Star

5) Strife, Daaa...

Readers may submit the remainder, but

remember there are 3 a's in the

axipuntal headline^

Mercy on his widow who should exert

the Peace...

*

Bibliography: Mother Night by

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. so it goes...

Tuesday, November 9, 2004

ECHOES...

Brrrrr...

And they have Howard Keel to serenade them. I hope

Bert had a real nice send-off. I'm sorry i missed it.

*

Tuesday, 09 November, 2004

Title: Bright Sky, Cold wind...

Mood: Spacey

Music: [wait, i'll pop in a cd]

Movie Quote: "You're suffering from a Brain Cloud."

~Robert Stack, Joe Versus The Volcano

*

Venice! Prague! The Black Forest! Aside from the

sadness, Maisie did the Europe thing with her husband

and sister. And Harry, of course. Would that such

grand tours lasted a long time instead of being brief.

[i myself spent a month in Hawaii & six weeks in Italy,

but i was just a pimply pissant poet. Ask anybody.]

These and other pictures will have to wait until i sign

a contract with the boys from Rochester. Meanwhile,

Hane's gorgeous sister called and we catched each

other up on all the news, both good and bad. She is

my special Angel. Come to think, our shared news

was 87% to the good. Isn't that as much as one can

expect in the current Epoch? I'll agree with myself

without being rhetorical. And smooch all my aunts &

girl cousins while i'm at it. Twas ever thus^

Yep~the 'putre can sometimes make a good Radio.

Kind of a juke=box/boom=box without all the rifling

thru albums & tapes [both Reel & cassette]. And if

i had a sharp mind, i could Paint while i'm listening.

Things i would never consider while deserted on an

island. {It was John Dunne who said,"No man is an

island." It was Dominique Dunn who screamed,

"What's Happening??!" } Ain't technology cool?

Advise @ length, 'cause i have gaps in my memory

concerning such matters. Love my kids...

i gotta schweep leaves offa the side=walk.

LOOK! The sun is Brilliant! Grab the Rays.

Sweepingly yours, the ineffable Slackster^

Sunday, November 7, 2004

DOMINE...

There is some sad news...

Granpa Lou lost his mother on

Halloween, while he and Maisie

were having a grand time.

Bertha was a grand old girl of

Ninety-Three...And she met both

of her great grandchildren. She

spent her declining years in a

nursing home But even with a

dimming memory, Bert practically

ran the place. G bless her on her

beauteous journey. Heaven.

-------------

My sister-in-law, Cat, had the

ignominious obligation on Thursday

of putting down the Bassett Hound.

If i had to love a devoted canine,

Boo=Boo was my girlfriend. At

five & a half years with troubled

bones, she was a dog among dogs.

NOW, Bertha has a companion in

the self=same Heaven where Love,

Devotion and Virtue are rewarded.

[would that i did not have to wait

sixty years 2 go there.] Woof!

--------------

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Who will console me?

Who will deliver me from this brief

darkness AND patch my wounds?

Who shall set a bright sun in the

high place above Falluja & Baghdad?

How many Names must we invoke

during this time of trial? Answer me,

oh indifferent Sky!

* * *

Wait! It is my name which calls for

Peace & consoles the afflicted.

All the burning prayers rise through me.

Imagine the beginning there^

Greater Wisdom may accrue...

To Perfect sympathy i submit.

And, Heaven will come

*

Friday, November 5, 2004

MITIGATUS

This principality went Blue.

Maybe we're too close to Philly

AND New York. Never mind, it's

just an observation.

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I so want to hear from all the new

young fresh first-time voters about

how they feel now about the whole

process. And not because i'm Youth

obsessed or trolling for comments.

For win or lose, they did join the club

and i wonder if they had a good enuf

time to do it again in six months or

a year when the stakes are a little

lower. What?! i can't have an open

question in an open forum about

unsolicited results & opinions?

Consider it rhetorical^

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Advance Apologia/Commiserati...

if i left any snarky comments on your

site, delete @ will. I try to schtay

apolitical & non=activist [which is why

the Judiciary Committee has me on

speed-dial...Heavens forfend a spot

opens up.] Once again~Never mind,

i'm just casting out nines. It's a math

thing. Mea Maxima culpa

* * * * *

"What does slack really think?

I mean like he's seen everything from

Sputnik to the reshuffling of the PLO.

Honestly, what's the up?"

Quick Answer: The up of what's up is

that i like to meditate & cogitate on all

historical problems until they lose both

meaning & significance. Then i ignore

them until they repeat. Somehow, this

process enriches my dreams. Reality

and Consciousness continue to interact

with energy & voice until the extremes

moderate and mitigate their own

importance. {THIS is not a wholly

defensible filosofical position---but it

werks finely for me over=all}

"That's a quick answer?"

Hane is schneezing and i must attend to

that if i wish to live. Shorter answer:

Use your mind to do the best and

briefest thing~but don't be surprised if

that thing comes back to bite you on the

gluteus maximus. OR not.

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Bored yet? Bounce all my girls and

write your Senator/Congressperson...

YOU just Fleegle elected them!

*

read me & exceed me~ 1Vote slack^

Friday, November 05, 2004^

Wednesday, November 3, 2004

MANDATE

Ah...the Sweet Smell of Democracy.

You'll have to trust me that i am

writing this entry in real time,

because i'll probably post it late.

[i don't want to screw up the

Process...]

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

16:13:37 That'll teach me to get

up early in the morning only to

wait in line in the afternoon.

That is, for the first time in more

than a decade, it took me an Hour

to Vote. Well, to tell the truth, it

only took me the usual minute;

it took me 59 minutes to get to

the machine. I am encouraged

that so many youngsters came out

from the local college to participate

for the first time. Such cute little

boys and girls! And so well dressed!

I also stood on line with two older

SuperVoters...a football coach from

the same college with a hip-brace,

and a petite trench-coated woman

from the old folks' apartments. My

friends, the poll workers, were doing

the usual admirable job in the crunch

they were not expecting. G bless 'em,

they only have to keep working until

10 PM or so. [counting all those votes]

Australian ballot! Secret ballot!

Hey, bud~i would tell the Westerners

not to pay attention to what we did

here in the East...but they've never

listened to me before AND i won't post

this until tomorrow anyway. HA!

Maybe, just maybe, by next Tuesday

we'll know the results of the outcome.

{Peerless Optimism sans Lawyers^}

06:07:38 PM... Hane wakes up way late

and pulls the cripple card. Thanks to

my especial neighbors, Hane gets to

Vote way faster than me. I'll have to

remember to take an O2 tank & a walker

to my next Election. I am so jaded and

ironic. Walk by miracle! Ahead of 50

college students! {Such a line i won't

see next year.} Age & rank privelegius.

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PREDICTIONS:

1) Smarty Jones will win 66% of races.

2) the Boston Red Sox will somehow beat

the Yankees.

3) Islamists will turn the American election

to their advantage.

4) Lawyers will profit, resolutely.

5) Blogs/Glows may have an Impact.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Wow! That was quick, and merciful.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

6:34:05 PM... {i'm posting in purple

because a few states did split between

red & blue} OHIO is the new Florida.

Or was briefly. And that's all i got.

Good turnout, though...

Now back to my house for some wine

und spongecake...[pop] To the

Lumberyard! lata

Sunday, October 31, 2004

FORMAT

undecided? study more...

Don't forget 2 close your eyes

and hold your nose as you

flip them levers. AND totally

ignore what OBL broadcasted

to the wide werld; he is the

biggest brownest Adipose that

was ever born. I'll bet he doesn't

even send a GET WELL CARD to

Mr. Arafat. i speak apolitically

all=together, of course.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Saturday, 30 October, 2004^

Hey, bud! You're late & you look

like you didn't get enuf schleep.

Crud! You forgot to set back

your chronometers. Bummer.

{the person who has more than

five clox or watches can never be

sure what time it is.}

The more i read these dated=out

computer boox, the more i miss

my late cat. Kitty Shunky! How

the information becomes obsolete

with the passage of just a few

years. [i'm glad i came this late to

the PARTY...] Cadences!

µ µ µ µ µ µ µ µ

Hane has the Mass on way too loud.

But, then, she's quite deaf.

Sunday comes early round these

parts... Shush! Kids! i'm still grading

up my Time Signifiers~and i am like

Totally out of Candy.

Sunday, 31 October, 2004...

Power Interruption! Must be a new

day all=to. Had to reset my TVs by

and by, uncorrected clocks notwith-

standing. {TVs: those hunky dark

boxes that werk way better than

this one.} Would that FOX would

broadcast The Simpsons haunted

episode tonight instead of a week

after Halloween. That was one of

the Advantages of a shortened

Ball=Base season. Never mind.

Lovely day for a Parade.

music: Ted Nugent, Wango=Tango

mood: breezily leafy...

Thot: "i like to read the Slack but

the entry formats are sooo incon-

sistent." ~overheard^

Title: Puzzle Aced

k k k k k k k

study guide:

boox=books, clox=clocks,

BallBase=baseball, enuf=enough,

schleep=sleep, OBL=bin Laden,

Adipose=a fatted behind...

Advise by Comment or e=mail^

Friday, October 29, 2004

mask

assignment...write your own

head=stone...i should live so

long. Just this 1ce, i'll bite.

* *

Resting Here is SlackBack

Mack--a little weird and

out of Whack...

Loved the blogs but called

them Glows; Else=the=of

Nobody knows...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Now, go away before i haunt

you yet again. booooo

title~ Mysteries

mood~ Spirited

music~

thot~ "I cleared my cache and

didn't find a single high explosif."

*

OH! Yeah! Don't forget to set

your clox back on Saterday.

[otherwise my time machine

will quit werking.] Meanwhile,

who's in charge of setting my

putre chronograf back?

Mr. Dell? Mr. Gates? AOL?

This pondres me much. And

what are you gonna do with

that extra hour of darkness?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Friday, 29 October, 2004

Candy! Costumes! Parents!

Walking the streets like

Zombie extortionists. I'm

kidding, of course; i like

this holiday. It's about the

only thing we have left over

from the Pagans/Druids.

Not counting stonehenge.

Plus+, it's one of the rare

times in life one gets to

palaver with the neighbors.

Chocolate!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

hush nau~i'm kandyling the

kinderen... slakinashroud^

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

LUNACY

title: moon red

thot: "ya gotta love a system where

date=ups are nearly obsolete on the

day they're born And all the really cool

schtuff gets buried in the code."

music: Tom Petty, from cassette...

mood: mildly perturbed

*

Mechanism! The music project

proceeds apace, with obvious glitches

from Hane's boom=box. [circa 1980]

Hey, kids--don't try this at home.^

{i schtill believe magnetic tape is

gonna live=out this InterWeb...}

Would i could say the same about my

paintings...i'm on a minor sabbatical

from the artsy endeavours, but i will

try to posit a scary picture for the

Halloween. [50% promise] ART!

maybe~~Century City^^

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

ooops~the media player just

switched 2 the Beatles without my

encouragement; but it's a welcome

ghost. Yep, the 'putre functions as

an excellent personal juke=box.

[read deep my Halloween 2003]

WHICH is to say: Nothing has one to

do with anothre Unless YOU have

already bot the candy 4 the urchins

and have time 2 watch both the Werld

Series & the Lunar Eclipse. Advise me

of both as i schtumble along.

{here's the twist: Imagine the Sox pull

this thing off under the total darkness of

Diana---a sweep would be a fantastic

prediction of Mine, at this late date

And over=more, i would have to follow

the ball=base evermore.} SWAK!

My colours are bleeding! One line to

the next...On the coming Tuesday

Every=one will have to do something

special. Climb out of your complacent

bed & VOTE. [reiteratus: if you don't go

to the polls, you can't kvetch.]

AND there won't be anothre lunar eclipse

until *gasp* Hillary and Colin face off

against the Libertarians. Do not mark my

werds~i have a time=machine. Plus+,

i reside in a swing state but i don't

Swing. moon me over as i try to catch

up 2 the unlimited possibilities^

*with a cloudy nature i reside only upon

this page^ ...slac...

Sunday, October 24, 2004

SPOOKY

Ghost in the Machine...

*

Something happened to my

audio=file of "Old Brown Shoe".

[part of my up=load of that

Beatle cassette] It was quite

the strange~with slowing and

bizarre rhythmic alterations...

and repeatable across the

file. Mechanical? Puterific?

OR a Quantum visit from the

slide guitarist formerly known

as George Harrison?

Spooky~the tape never did

that before. Never mind,

i'll figger it out & advise.

[it was both mechanical AND

puterific...]

Halloween! Candy! Boo!

Sunday, 24 October, 2004^

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Sorry i scared evybody...

but now i'm recording a tape

from Johnny Cash that the

Colonel bot back in 1972.

Maybe when i've got it all done

up 2 the dell, i can mail it out

to the Left Coast and return it

to its rightful owner. [say what

you will about CDs & DVDs,

these old cassettes hold up

remarkably well.]

Werk was not difficult @ all

today; and for a bonus, nephew

JJ was still visiting his grandma.

My visit with him was brief owing

to his travel Northward to the

coal regions. [other Grandma]

It sure is getting cool & dark

round these parts just before

the Ronald Reagan time change.

I should start thinking about

buying candy for the urchins...

and ten other projects to do

before Turkey=Day. Five of

which have something to do with

this computre. I'll get there

eventual. Twas ever Thus^

The chicken soop? She is

all. I would publish a recipe but

it's too simple---cook 2 or 3

breasts, Save. Boil/simmer.

Strip the bones; dice & saute

two onions, two celery stalx.

[the burnishing adds the

flavour.] Cook & add rice or

noodles~whatever is on hand.

Schlurp frequently during cold

season & season 2 taste.

{secret: add spices/Mrs. Dash

toward the end=simmer}

Consume resolutely for 10 days.

Have it there you do^ mmmm

- - - - - - - - boo - - - - -

Chef the slack chiefly but

remember i cook for fun. OR

much that it tastes good. Darn

my culinary amnesia!

*

title: Recordist

mood: funky phat?

music: ZZ Top/Legs [tape]

thot: "what if the Eagles go all

the way? TO the SupreBowl?

Yup. That's a new Century."

*

Monday, October 25, 2004

----additionally schpooky---slac

Saturday, October 23, 2004

tape

Saturday, October 23, 2004

title: changing leaves

mood: brisk

music: Beatles, Introducing The

Thot: "How many generations of

media does a recording have to

pass thru before it never goes

out of style?"

-------------

That's^ a pertinent question in

my view; the audio file i am now

creating began life as a Vinyl

album...came to me as a big fat

Reel of tape when i bot the TEAC

6300...which i subsequently

ripped/burned 2 cassette...said

cassette being now transferred to

the Beast of the dingdang dell.

[I count @ least 5 generations

from England to my desk=top.]

That's a long trip for such a

classic Recording! Beatles!

{i have preserved, inadvertently

the pops und clicks from the

original platter~it seems only

right.}

"So--that's why slac has been short

on the bounce these days! He's

loading up tapes to his hard drive.

What a selfish illegitimato!"

What can i say? A boy needs some

audible distraction while he ponders

the Gravity of the Inter=Web thang.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Fair Warning: i also save my fone

messages onto tape & transfer them

to the 'putre; privacy concerns aside,

it makes for Entertaining bumps

around the home=page...if you know

what i mean. Not of good quality but

an historical record nevertheless...

For some=one who occasionally

claims 2 be anti-technology, I do tend

to slither across the media bounds.

Good thing it doesn't interfere with

my semblance of real=life.

* * * * * * *

Colour me conscious~i've been saving

my share of discarded boox.

And we filled up the 'cans' again today

with many trailer=loads of yardage.

The most often questions askt @ werk

are: "When do you close? [today or

for the season]", "Do you werk here?"

AND "Does it matter where i go?"

The first two answers are easy...

i close @ 6 PM today & December 4th

for the year [such as it is]. I AM the

Man you must deal with while You are

on my Especial Yard. I werk here.

The final question is austerely

filosofical. Kinda depends on where

one comes from & where one desires

to go! [in the short form, it matters

little which roll=off anybody uses on

this particular day.] I refrain from

going much deeper into that query

with my regular customers.

{Who really wants to enter into a long

and tedious discussion of Path, Purpose

& Intention with the parish yard=boy?}

Plus+, it's not my job to send people

to places they hadn't yet thot of!

I have enuf trouble standing still.

While~filling five roll=offs...

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Over=more, i got all of tomorro to get

thru with doing the puxxle without

Curly & Shemp, cutting the widow's

lawn...and Heck! Who knows what.

/ball=base, elexion, commentary/

Hey~it's just a thing.

----the Saterday slac-----

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

BOOX

they's a cold rain a-comin'

OK~it's here. Again

[game over]

It mysifies me much.

EVERYTHING else proceeds apace.

>Insertion Point...

TITLE: antiquarius maximus

MOOD: reflexively reflectif

MUSIC: what's on my hard=drive

THOT: "ponder the small items first

and best...thereafter, the large &

mysterious things will fall into focus

Resolutely."

Chicken soop! With rice yet!

- - - - - -

Deconstruction

is obituated. There are ghosts...

- - - - - -

* slac *

Would that i could run out my

text as far and as fast as things

enter my pages! It would be a

minor miracle on a par with

prescient putre date=ups!

{Bell's investors told him that the

telefonicum would come to no

good use @ all.} Thereyago^

- - - - -

Tuesday, October 19, 2004...

A clean shunky is a happy shunky.

Vote Early! Vote Often! It's gonna

be another squeaker. Thems

that ain't waitin' in line to vote

is waitin' in line for a flu shot.

{Either way, you're gonna get

prickled...} TATCWP

*

i am so behind of Commentary

that any moment now i expect

to pass myself in the Virtual

hall=way. Don't you just hate

when that happens? Wiggling

worm=holes, i sure do.

Anyway, one of the things i do

this time of year is begin to

clean out the slack=shack.

[it must be naked empty by

the time Santa shows up.]

Yet, in this regard, it is a

difficult process as many

books are coming in from the

University Women's charity

sale. That's right~i am full

knotted up in the business of

recycling books. And it's

not like they will be recycled

in the classical sense...they

[ones i don't rescue] will more

than likely end up filling the

land beneath us, as garbage.

{Where are the Antiquarians?!}

As a writer, a reader of boox,

it breaks my heart. But, as an

officer of the Parish, i must

press on in this post=literate

cleansing of libraries. Papers

and magazines are one thing;

boox, quite anothre. OOPS!

There's another shiny axe

hefted high abof my soap=box!

"Hey~that's my ankle."

Up=shot: hug a book today,

it won't live long.

- - - - - - - -

Vernacular?? i barely toucht

her. AND not in her vestibule.

*

i can write good iffen i wants

to~~i jest Be needs a editor.

 

Sunday, October 17, 2004

DISHEX

they's a cold rain comin'

*

OK~it's here.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Must be October...they's

like 90 guys running around

trying 2 hit a little sewn up ball

with a shaved branch. Can't be

a real sport if you can carry

your car=keys in your uniform.

Never mind~i will stay out of it.

GO YankSox AstroCards, or

whoever^ Halloween!

* [game over]

Maisie & the Goof will be in

Europe by that time Any=way.

J have mercy on the Europeans!

How does a grandmother of two

and Owner of four (4) cats find

Time to gallavant across the big

pond? It mysifies me much.

[G speed Maisie, AND there will

be fotoes---eventual.]

EVERYTHING else proceeds apace.

At least those concatenations of

Reality which i can be Advised of.

Hane is no less werse of Action

than she thinks or believes.

Which is to say,"Doing pretty good

for an old Lady." And we have

heard nearly nothing bad from any

other Quarter...unless one includes

what They publish in the papers.

{Remember: Freedom of the Press

belongs still & mostly to the owners

of Said presses. Guttenberg(?) did

not own a lap=top.}

>Insertion Point>

i hear tell that Sunday folloes the

day after Friday...

Saturday, October 16, 2004

The Cloud of many Colours~~mine

is a fine Madness---ask any=body.

+ + + + + + + + +

TITLE: briskiness

MOOD: shivery

MUSIC: dire straits

THOT: "Apparently, i have more

blank CDs than music ones...long

live the cassette."

extrapolata---

Chicken soop! As only i can make

it. The Engineer and his boy stoppt

by this after 2 change out Hane's

Airco; Cat poppt in a little later.

[Rocky schtayed @ home to carve a

Pumpkin after a Magic Gathering.]

We host mostly by intelligent

austerity those b'ful relatives who

can keep up with the mind games.

The Eagles won handily~of the ball

base i have already stated that i'll

Believe when it's over that certain

players should not be allowed to

give themselves pedicures in the

out=dug. OR, so i might hear of

such things if i folloed^

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

We are assured of the Left Coast

that cousin Kevin is home & well.

He came a few days late but no=one

i know is in charge of scheduling the

Relief of such noble warriors.

Would that it were such~but we will

be Advised by post & pictures.

I hear tell over the radidio that the

Dense docteur of Deconstruction

is funeralised. It does not admit on

my text up to this point. [altho i

bet he is having a grand party with

Richard Avedon.] Was it not myself

who noticed that Greatness was

expiring in Advance of the truly fine

Revolution? Better i should complete

the Sunday puxxle and read less the

Obituary=page. There are ghosts

who poke this filosofer!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

they's a brittle cool that settles

on autumnal pages~

*

NOT here...but some=where.

OK~it's here as well.

17 October, 2004

* slac *

Thursday, October 14, 2004

TEXT ALONE

Noise/Music: Bonnie Raitt on my

headfones~EWTN on Hane's TV

Mood: cadentially Appreciatif

Thot: "we could be at the end of

the Werld, considering how many

people are self=absorbed."

Second thot: "this dingdang pooter

is a better Victrola than almost

anything else it does!"

*

TITLE: 2 dreme of cat=food when

Boogerag is a ghostly Memory.

*

I had that othre dreme again last

night---just before i woke up for the

end of the Debate...oh! You all know

the dreme~Typing furiously on the

InterWeb to no=one in particular &

every=one in general. YET, every

werd is cogent & precise.

Justified^

The Waking is werse for me because

my connection lies two flights down.

That is, even if i could put on my

Robe fast enuf & remember just what

it was i was positing so well...

I could not possibly up=dial in time to

change the werld. Frustrata!

Of course, i take solace in the fact

that all my Glowers have had that

Dreme @ one time or another.

{Check Sigmund Freud about the

fantasmagoric dimensions of such

unresolved Action}

*

To think how late i arrife at this

Dimension and lightly prepared for

Consequence. Maybe i was born on

the wrong day in the wrong Year.

OR~Perhaps i was Intended to lag

back of my own slack & don't

Essentially realise it!^

{filosofical advisement}

* * *

It puts me behind of my true purpose

which i have not yet discerned.

DREAM not what i dreamed!

Bounce 2 the good & thread it thru

the life of life. It'll be a Mitzvah

in the season of Ramadan...

WE will be blesst with better

Cognition.

---a wide=spread---dreaming---

*slac*

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

POSIT/PAUSUS

"Be that as it may and what have you?"

*

My future life will have many less

Containers.

*

GO to sunflower if you want to read

about the latest confluence.

*

GO to dancer if you want to check

out her especial play=acting.

[might take a coupla bounces]

*

What are you watching?

The base=ball OR the debate?

[it's the last debate and too many

important commentators haven't

even been invited...Dean, Clark,

Quayle, North et alia]

DEMOCRACY!

*

Crickets & Stink=bugs!

They took my Rockford Files

off the Air last week and i can't

get my head around it as i cook

my salsa grits & fried eggs.

[Hane has the Masses & Rosary

to watch in the mean=time.]

Change 4 the Sake of it...

*

Title my brevity moody~and there

is music within my mind. The

rest is meditation on the

transformation of Humanity.

Perhaps...

*

Monday, October 11, 2004

Holiday Report

Title: alltogether all=over

Music: 70's rock, of gourse

Mood: contemplatif, hmm

Thot: "if i didn't have this

incredible up=dial, i would be

lost in a far more different way."

Twas ever thus...

*

Who is not surprised that i did

the puzzle perfekt? Never mind.

The farm report: it's been a bad

year for tomatoes, but all too

good for cucumbres & peppers.

And weeds like poison ivy...

[i add them all to my salad]

The bug report: bees are on

the down=slide, but there is an

effulgent propagation of---

Crickets, cicadae and Stink

bugs [my boof is full of 'em.]

Hane almost drowned a cricket

this morning...but we saved his

or her exoskeletal ass by mere

attention. It woke up on a

paper towel and i released it

unto my weedy garden. Then,

Hane nagged me to remove

the poison from the front

schteps... Which i did.

I am so not overcome with

Details! It behinds me much

but i nearly accomplish all that

is Required. There=after, much

might be futurifically remembered.

Such is the nature of action^

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I know the difference between

Jean Louisa Kelly and Lolita

Davidovitch...and the subtlety

of Liza Snyder against Holly

Marie Combs. It is observable.

Would that i followed it more

closely than necessary...

{these are also my expecial

girls^} Television!?!

Sunday, October 10, 2004^

Happy Columbus Day---if not

for him, we'd still be Europeans.

In very crowded cities. Two

items point to the veritable

end of the 80s: Afghanistan

held its own election [with

some irregularities]. They

have been at war @ least that

long. And, SUPERMAN has

passed on. Gone too soon~

Christopher Reeve has earned

his wings & can now fly for

real. Still, gone too soon.

*

It was an easy day at werk,

being a Yankee holiday.

[the roll=offs were not

emptied from Saturday.]

Cool & crisp but sunny,

i entertained a small and

loyal contingent of people.

But even if you include my

own two bags of crud,

there's not all that much

yardwerk left to do.

{OK~that's^ a lie. So

sue me.} Hereafter i must

bounce---there be a lotta

things on these Internets.

-------delibly--slac----

Monday, 11 October, 2004.

Saturday, October 9, 2004

LOSS

I thot i would Bounce to all the good things,

which i usually do.

Today, i stumbled instead upon a sad story.

Go to scoops and console them.

The link is @ the right>

Life is fragile, brief & bright.

Then, pray & cry, light a candle...

G would strengthen us as we

Glow on.   Believe~and Love

---a mercy on our werld---slac

Friday, October 8, 2004

TEST=ROAD

TITLE: a slick ride...

MOOD: slightly busy

NOISE: [hane tv]

*

The green machine got a full

road test today...and passed with

flying colours.

WE took Hane 2 the doctor and

he was altogether satisfied with

her progress. [Hane, not the car.]

WE dropped off the Matriarch

and continued on to the Widow's

lawn. Which itself was a pretty

easy gig. {i get paid to do her

grass & weeds; i werk on my own

yard sporadically And for the

pure satisfaction of it.} Then,

me and the ghost travelled well

and roundly to the bank, the

farmacy and other places.

SHE runs the good when the

going is important. [That would

be both Hane & the car.] And

gets almost 17 miles to the Gal.

* *

I have heard from the Germanic

contingent...Harry & my sister,

Kay. They just had a vacance

in Tuscany...sharing a Villa with

several friends. There may be

pictures in the future~and i am

only mildly envious of their

Adventure. [NB: for being all

the way across an ocean, they

sounded like they called from

a local fone. Amazing.]

* * *

The Engineer is werking out of

Philly...and holding his own as a

commuter. That is, we pine for

the days when He was employed

by a singular tech=company

rather than travelling to various

assignments on a per job basis.

Never mind~my brother fishes

for werk so much better than me.

AND under these conditions, he

has the option of turning down

schtuff in DANGEROUS locales.

[pick a point on the globe where

the infrastructure is tattered.]

* * * *

i am rambling...yet not as much

as my best & brightest friends.

{hello! especial Glowers! send

me schtuff} Date the Up as the

up2dates arrife...

ramble---ramble---ramble---

a--familial--rambling--slac^

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