Friday, March 26, 2010


Weathre: cloudy cool, not as nice as Saterday

Mood: aristocratic, sans the wealth

Music: track sixes on the ishpod

Thot: «Cars i can handle; it's these othre bikers and

skaters which drife me crasy»

TITLE: Two Pedals At A Time...

And under=foot, like the onion snow.


^Reposit: [edited]

Friday, March 23rd, and7...a cool & rainy dé...

it's been three hundred and sixty-six (366) days

since we turned over the green ghost to our

friend, Jack Black. She is eminently [gone].

Of the hovel i don't know much, except that

there is a [garden] on the porch and a very

red front door. ...Ownership is for them

who don't already have hobbies.

Fambly! it's good to have them close At hand.

A comment has been posted to the Journal:

Slack Back Mack--the log


Comment from: gdireneoe

"(((Slac))) As ever...intelligencia and engata. ;) C."

Thursday, March 26, +9...[edited 2 future]

TITLE: «These Reposits Are Rewritten!»

TEMP: around the fifties (50s), but breexy, chilly

MOOD: editorial, sunny with screenblock

NOISE: Spanglish & Gullah, with swear=werds

OCCUPANCY: full, 100% + a haus=guest

PRESSURE: 119/78p71

WIDEO: Daily Show, women's schports, Being Erica

SCRIP: «Death, where is Thy sting? Where is Thy

victory?» -Paul of Damascus, to Corinth

HAER: lightly bearded with short baldingness

THOT: «i shoulda took up HomeEc in high skool.»

Text: todé, i found anothre roosevelt Dime in

my Path...Regardless=of=much~i find the Ones who

care for me are close to hand, including also

NANCY, my Supervisor, who granted me more

werk...and JEFF, my room=leaser, who has the

great Patience to hold me fast while thinking

of replacing the roof tiles which blowed off

during this windy Wintre! *Blessings*

Amorro, i rescue my Tributes Plus anothre

ten (10) Mercies that pre=sent on Time...

~bindable, bondable slac~

modern [Friday, March 26th, 2010] text: i would

Memorialise ROBERT CULP for his fine career on film

and television...i liked him most as the Government

Agent in GREATEST AMERICAN HERO. i also have to

pay tribute to a local woman, artists' model, patron of

the Arts & fine character...BARBA-DEL. (only one name

is needed for those of us who loved her.) it's a funny

thing but i had seen more of her recently, though i've

known her maybe twenty years. Both to Paradise!

Last saterdé, i got slammed at the Yard on account

of the b'ful weathre. Couldn't get anothre stick on...

But it rained on Monday causing ROSE to give me an

umbrella that's been 'lying around' the reception area

for almost nine (9) years. Perhaps~it's truly mine.

Wednesday, it was just nice enuf to carry the bicycle

with me to werk. It was also a very safe ride back to

the bunkhaus with my lighting system. {it's true You

never forget how to ride~but Your muscles do!}

Yes, i filled out my CENSUS and sent it in [this seems

to happen every ten years]. And speaking of Pennsy

PolyTryx, which the senses counts: i find it disingenius

for candidates to criticise the incumbents for the recent

Health Reform. Because 'they' weren't in the fight. One

might as well make even broader statements [and law

suits] about not dropping the first A=Bomb OR getting

out of Viet Nam before Kent State?! Just a thot.

There's a lot more to write on a cold day...but i gotta

get this crud to the Library and post it vaguely, badly.

Oh! MIAMI's girlfriend is cooking for the haus and

warshing the bulk of the dishex; i'm not gonna be the

one to send her Away. ~likeable*bikeable slac~

Thursday, March 11, 2010


secret: i'm already eating corned

beef, that's how irish i am.

Title: Dimes From Heaven

Mood: brightening, agile

Music: ishpod, Garrison Keillor (?!)

Soop: home=made Chicken Potato

Puxxle: su doku, most often

Futurific Reposit: [edited]

Wednesday, March 19th, °8...nearly

three (3) years later & just as wet!


of the fortunate vagabonds who meandered

into that west=end COLLEGIATE BASKETBALL

arena where BILLY BLYTHE gave a speech

in favour of his wife, while reminiscing

wistfully about his own Term in Office.

Almost A Year Ago: Monday, March 16th, +9...

On my way to werk Saterdé, i found a

dollar on the pavement outside the grox

schtore. And as much as i wanted to cram

it in my own pocket, i lookt around and

askt after two women if they'd lost one.

Sure enuf, the woman just getting into

her auto had droppt it. Honesty--i'll haf

to keep cultivating it for the time being.

Modern Times: Thursday, March 11th, 2o-1o...

Lately i've been finding dimes in the schtreet,

four in one week! {is it becos they are so much

smaller and lighter than pennies to lose?} It was

nice enuf Sunday to take the bicycle out for a

schpin; it'll be awhile until i get back into the

habit of riding it regularly, daily. That night,

there was a wonderful party in Honour of ROCKY's

birfdé at the delicatessen inside the casino. WE

were nine funny people [Honoree, Father, Mother,

Grandmother, Brother, Uncle and three friends] to

our lovely Waitress, SHERI. It was quite schpexial.

{altho i nearly forgot my go=box of corned beef}

The Yard is filling up with regulars, building

toward the frenetics of the Full season. As ever,

they are happy to see me, schtill holding forth in

my cozy boof. At the bunkhaus, meantime, the lovely

Kenyan woman moved to anothre place AND the Concierge

replaced her with a male tenant from one of his othre

buildings. [his^ room is getting a mild up=grade.]

Out=of=doors? Small flowers! Squirls looking for their

nuts! The chirps [and 'tweets'] of retourning birds!

i hope i can remembre to set my clock forward on

Saterday night. ~slac~


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