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

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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^^

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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...

SPOOKY

Ghost in the Machine...

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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^

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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

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Chef the slack chiefly but

remember i cook for fun. OR

much that it tastes good. Darn

my culinary amnesia!

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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."

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Monday, October 25, 2004

----additionally schpooky---slac

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?"

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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.

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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.

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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...

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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-----

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!

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Deconstruction

is obituated. There are ghosts...

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* 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^

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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.

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Vernacular?? i barely toucht

her. AND not in her vestibule.

*

i can write good iffen i wants

to~~i jest Be needs a editor.

 

DISHEX

they's a cold rain comin'

*

OK~it's here.

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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.

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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^

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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!

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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 *

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}

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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}

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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*

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...

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