"plot" [edited] with addixional material>>
And yet, and yet. Cold bears down & the schnow is coming.
Days to accomplish, nights to rest~What else is there?
It was a cold & snowy day. [HANE] was lowered by two nice
gentlemen--I was glad to meet them. ^reposited from and5^
My Pop continues to molecularly reassemble betwixt the
BAFFIN BAY and the GANGES DELTA--with scant ionised
visits in the form of Rain.
Friday, January 16th, zed9--sometimes you land on the
run=way, sometimes you ditch in the Hudson and all hands are
Saved. This was a New Year, New York miracle and a brightshine
of good news in a season of bad news coverage.
~cold=snap surviving~slac~
Friday, January 18th, 2008 [edited]:
Tuesday, January 30, 2007--From January 2nd through
January 23rd, TURTLE and i made an extensif road=trip
to see relatifs we have [rarely] visited--
I've tried to thank him along the Way for carrying me on
his quest--and letting me drive so much on the Highways.
But, i suppose after twenty=one Days on the Road, he
already knows the truth. More=over, as i was the one who
drove his black beauty up to those relatif doors--wouldn't
they suspect that i was the Pilot?
Wednesday, January 31, 2007--i wandered over to osteo
today but [Cat's Dad] had been released Yesterday! Oh,
well, i like to visit hospitals randomly any=how. Also, i paid
my rent for February; now all i have to do is raise anothre
[amount] for the First of March. It's gonna be tight,
no bout adoubt it. And such a cold month too--so far from
Florida. My ham soop is all put up now--
who's up for more time=travel? Voiçi~
Thursday, July 31, 2003
here we are
Loopy Amy Grant
Well now~here we are. I've been writing journals for many
years, so why not try the beta and go for broke. Did i say Loopy?
It's just a thing. It's all an experiment to me and i get to do
it just before my awol runs out.
Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages--
HERE WE ARE and as a poet and artist i can only say that things
will only get more interesting after this Moment.
The Slackster shouts out his Regards to any and all true
wonderful persons who visit the site of good things and thots.
If this is the introduction Then imagine the possibilities!
'I will remember you' by Amy Grant is what I'm listening to
right now. And i should leaf it there 'becos Music is also a
passion of mine and there is no better way to sign off than [with]
a good song. More and better later luvtheluv
slac=logger
This entry has 6 comments:
#6 Comment from sk8rlew:
3/31/04 4:19
I came to see how you started your journal
Entry Author slacbacmac:
3/8/04 3:56
SPACE/TIME: i so much the young when
i write this. Helps 2 haf a time=machine
[aahhh---memories]~Author
#4 Comment from floralilia:
3/3/04 10:52
thought i would take a walk back in time--.
how wonderful is this?
#3 Comment
from Author slacbacmac:
11/30/03 6:11
the Tao te Ching exposits,"one must become like the unhewn
log, as fresh as the ruddy infant." There=for, a compliment
2 be in infancy, a goal 2 be unhewn.
#2 Comment from grandmumsy08:
11/20/03 12:17
I decided to visit your infancy.
Whereas my posts get worse, yours get better.
this i think might have something to do with gender.
I may be wrong.
grandmumsy
and there you go^
^posted as jklm to the inter=web, mood: Nostalgic
while mourning Bobby [Fischer] & Suzanne [Pleshette]^
Tuèsdé, January 20th, +9--
i shall fondly regret, someday, that i did
not join three million (3,000,000) people
in the cold capital for the Installation of
the fo'ty=fo'th President. But i can tell
all my friends that i had the ring=side seat
via that tele=video thang. Thanx, C-Span.
--As for the remainder of the GATHERINGness,
i join in their Joy of the wondrous moment.
They is my bruddas & sistas, all one percent
of them--witnessing dreamlike History.
Amorro will be Bright i am certain, after
the gracious Partay. Peaceful transition,
and VOTE in the next elect~slac~
^publisht as join to Slacktown^
Sunday, January 17th, 20-10--the Concierge/Hotelier is
surely a force of Nature. He has removed the non-working
clothes warsher AND waxt the folloing floors: the sunroom
[where the 'kitchen sink' is], the shunky [water closet]
and the kitchen [where the range is]. It was a minor
upheaval for the bunkies. While i was at the colonial
cherch, a pretty young thing named CHRISTINE askt me if
i was going to come back. "I'm sure I will,"i said.
{it just mayn't be each and every Sunday, consistently}
Nomenclature! The haus is at full capacity with full
employment, i.e., everyone has a job of some duration. It
occurred to me recently that i could Name all the roomies
by geografical distribution, so here goes: The frontman
could be called MIAMI from his city of origin. Roomy#2
can be signified JERSEY and the woman we rarely see
downstairs might answer to CARIBE [she's an island girl].
Roomy#5 could rightly be named CHICAGO while the newest
resident fair lady seems to be an ALGERIA [French African].
i'll use these Names for awhile until i think of bettre
ones. {G forbid i should use Real and Xian titles on a
public glow} They might refer to me as The NATIVE.
Tuesday, i walkt my bicycle into the nearest cherch
cellar where, aprés Matins, SCOTT filled both tires with
aer. After which~both tires deflated again at odd rates.
That was the Day i luncht at the Soop Kitchen only to
acquire Crumb Coffee Cake for MIAMI...who cleaned the whole
haus kitchen around the breakfast Hour. After my ham bean
lunch, i Visited the ART SKOOL and remembered to submit my
Food Schtamp Survey to the provincial assistance Office.
Wednesday night, after a cold and lonely day of GreenWerk
on the Parish Yard, i fixt myself a handful of K=dogs.
That was also the morning that i trimmed my wild and woolly
wintre beard. {i'll soon tire of clipping and shave her down
to schmooth wigga skin} The beard itself doesn't warm me.
It was yust me and the Pastor on Thursday, and he allowed
me to tote in the bike [only one tire had flattened]. Later,
i wandered all=round town for nearly nothing...CHICAGO had
the bettre day of it, finding and securing his new job. IT
was Xactly what i'd been praying over since he first askt
me to score him sanctified water from my cherch of Origin.
{there is invisible threads on each Horizon} Aday, after
the Litany, SCOTT fixt both my bike=tires for good & all.
One became patcht and the other was tube replaced [that
leak was on the schtem]. i owe him much for being such a
good WHEELMAN to the Presbytry, as othres do as well. My
ham soop is nearly finisht from neglect Acause JERSEY coox
most wonderful chicken evry Night [fried OR rotisserie].
Imagine my Life iffen i had not hadn't to've Moved into the
Heart of Town! i might could've been setting scarce and
lonely on that high hill so near to Columbian Knights...
without a maus to look after as it runs between the homes.
But now~i am improving Community by being ever present.
A city without limits? Maybe. ~utilisable~slac~
