raft

Monday, June 23rd, oh=eight...what will we do without GEORGE CARLIN to point out our

collectif Ridiculosity? i spose we'll manage. The bus was not crowded todé but the AC

was icy cool. At least on the inbound. The chippy saw me off in the woods for the

outbound. [it ate the carrot i gave it but left the celery alone] My neighbours in unit #2

are Young & bright. Iffen the wind dies down and the rivers settle, i believe it's gonna

be a good summer. Happy Joy, Turtle! ~tannable slac~

Thursday was productif and lucky...a room near the library

was Discovered. For dinner, we attended an event called Taste

Of The Market. This [Friday] morning, The Engineer arose just

before me and gave BLADE yet another driving lesson; HE^ later

let me drive the black beauty all over the Walley on our perfect

mission to fetch me a Room. i signed the paperwork at Four.

Amorro [Tuesday, the Third, And7], marks my independence

day. It's the first Anniversary of the big move from HANE's Hovel

to [the four=banger]. And what a great Year it's been! i wouldn't

trade a Moment of it for a winning lottery ticket [not quite true].

Over=more, no grand pianoes have yet fallen on this faer head. So,

i'm gonna watch the Fire=werks from the Athletik fields on Wèzné

and pray thereafter to my own fierce G that i continue to thrive on

the parapet of my choice. i know the meaning of Liberty; all those

would=be terrawrists should taste it once and CUT THE CRUD!

^MIXT MEDIA> TITLE: the further continuing Aventures of

Booey the bicycling bag=boi

MOOD: mildly pisht at the entire werld...Hey! i'm through

with the fuggle suffering already much yet. Then, peace

PRESSURE: 123/79p85 on june 26th & 126/80p80 on july 3rd

WEATHRE: sticky warm--then nice--droughty again this week

MUSIK: ishpod from genie yields, POLICE, RAY CHARLES, THE

MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR, BECK, PINK FLOYD & KANSAS...amix

SOOP: behind of it, but CHICAGO gave me many chicken legs

OCCUPANCY: 85%, as JERSEY is in Florida with his gal

BEARD: five colours, trimmed, thin, bristly & barely there

MEMORIAL: DICK HENRY, the fambly farmacist, Viewing Tuesday

THOT: it'll take me all of the move to catch up to myself,

yet i remembre the same thing happening just three years ago.

TEXT: i'll haf to reset from having a bicycle and all the

othre crud that's happened recently.

Independence Day Sundé, July Fourth, 2o1o...i went to

the reading of the DECLARATION at the cherch where the

bell was hid, and all i got was this cheap tri=cornered

hat. Which is to say, that it was more than worth the

ride to Zion to participate in the liberate festivities!

[Rocinante rested out=side the cherch, unmolested, from

ten till two.] Plus+, it was good to be out of the Sun.

Mondé, the 28th of June was a favoured favourable dé Whence

i acquired the cyclocomputre from CAT that her boyfriend had

Found at his recycling centre!? By Wèzné, i was reading twenty

(20) functions on the bike like a mad professional Rider.

{For the record, i am a schpinner NOT a plunger} Yet~it's yust

a little box to look after my schpeeds and mileage; i added

the bell to warn walkers that i drife like an Italian. Forget

the tour de france, i've been watching Wimbledon! *schport*

Come to think on't~doing the Zion ukey communion was bettre

than looking at fire=werx, this year. Tuesday, July 6th, 2o1o:

altho it was a very schteamy morning, i made it to the Viewing

for the fambly farmacist who took care of: Hane, Mack, me [some]

AND the werld's nastiest diabetic cat, Boogerag. {from the

Service i gleaned that RICHARD HENRY was a fambly farmacist to

everyone in that Neighbourhood} Then i pedalled back to the frat

[bunkhaus is too long a werd] to secure the front office. *pant*

Of Yesterdé, i can say much. The COUNTY facility was closed, along

with Administraxn, Publik Werks and the library. It was hardly

werth it for me to go to werk in the blistery heat...yet i hadn't

been called off of it! [Independence Day is ever a fickle break.]

Much as i abhor shortening my own cheque, i bagged werk at three.

There were nearly no cuddies and the bins were flowed=over. What

more OR else could i do while my Yard thermometre rèad 102°f?

[for note, my readings of Pressure at the halfwé up were 111 over

80 pulsing 69.] The only thing werse in bike=riding than a head

wind IS a hot head=wind. Over=more, i thank goodness for the A/C

provided in the frat for All the guests who haf schtrength to

use it Judiciously. By Way of closing, AND to schtay true to the

ideals of Pyramidal [Masonic?] journalism...i'll publish these

boring schtatisticle numbres i gathered from my Trip up=hill this

last Saterdé--in forty-two minutes & seventeen seconds, i pedalled

five point seventy-six miles. {it was Leisurely} My average speed

was eight and one quarter miles per hour; my maximum schpeed was

sixteen and three quarters MPH. My averaged pulse was 115; my

greatest heart=rate was 155 [*see the lowest resting rate of sixty

nine abof^]. For comparison~my best down=hill ride from werk to

the frat is thirty five minutes wheel=by=wheel, door=to=door...

i cannot wreck the black bolt [Rocinante] for she is a gift AND i

dasn't Severe my=own=self on account of Gracious Mercies! i adhere

to All the NEWTONIAN & Quantum Laws. ~avincibleslac~

mils

The short answer is that Two dollars doesn't go as far as it

used to...and the politically complex answer is that we will,

as Americans, run out of both cash & "oil" in about thirty (30)

years. I'll be a nearly old man by then & much accustomed to

riding my bicycle everywhere. {i cheat~i have Visited the future}

Less=the=never, it's long past time for us to cogitate these

impending scenarios. Energy! My Pop knew it was finite when

he graduated college. Ever more the much=so today.

- - - -conservational~slac- - - -^reposited from 6-1o-and5^

Tuesday, June 9th, '9...the brothers are togethre yet again, and

ruining the Town both individually and as a pair. It was rude of

me to surprise him with my ongoing housing problems on the first

day back, but he has come to 'straighten out' such horrible

calamities...with me and others. ^reposited^

Prologue: Tuesday, Juno Eighth, 2o1o...When! i first came to

enter this current billetry, i knew Not that i would become a

rodent=killer & a bicycle mechanic. TATCWIP! Yet there is nothing

high nor low, true nor false which Impedes my Roomy avancement.

MIAMI said to me yester,"Boo, You're the only Person i have seen

who knows how to Live with People, like another human being." It

is the occasional maus visitation which keeps us caring. *squeak*

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

freestyle==on this blue Friday, June 11th, 2o1o, i've been on the

run Collecting up the money for the Concierge. [also a squeaker!]

The hotel is at full occupancy, with the addition of the tall and

lean HOOSIER turned HOOFTY [a white guy about my age who was born

in Indianapolis but grew up in the Walley]. He recruited me Yester

to haul up his box=schpring and mattress, which i was glad to do

AND he gave me a coupla bux for it. Then, he tuned my guitar...

a very fine fellow for the 'haunted' Room Four. There are worse

things than living in a virtual monastery?! {WE get along as WE

go along, rarely crossing each othre up} JERSEY is packing to leaf

for Florida this month, and i will surely miss him when he goes.

[is Florida the new centre of the Multiverse, acause the turtle

and i went there??] The dés are bonito living in the big city--

though we had two (2) schtinking hot days, folloed by two (2)

cloudy drenching days [my suede shoes are schtill drying out from

the Wèzné walk home.] i would suffer this greatness continually

in Paradise iffen it were permitted; wait! i'm already in Eden.

Life~it ain't difficult, it's just too darn long. ~bro=slac~

tawa

Notes in Passing...Thursday, May 10th, And7

There was a horse=race which [a horse] won.

But~the KENTUCKY contingent was with us at the

Wedding Party! Whither go the withers?

My heart=felt prayers go to the victims of Nature,

G & J prefer goodness & kindness.

~the up=catching slac~ Fridayish: ...All should arise in fine

fettle like fortified frog's haer. Evybody, Evywhere. HMD

Tuesday, May 19th, +9...this might could be the Last primary

whence i vote of a certain party afore switching back to

anothre certain party. Yet, acause i haf been playing in the

majors, i can schtill count my=self as a Super=Voter!

I was #39 at my actual polling station, but i had chances of

the day to pass a numbre of othres. Like the County Centre

as i was downtown & like the Lutheran cherch where

i hold partial membership. Sunday, May 16th, 2010...it was

the Turtle who carted me off the Yard last night with ROCKY

to a convivial dinner, leafing me to schtow Rocinante in the

shed. Amorro, acause i haf been biking all=the=way, i shall

be obliged to Comfort JOHN the bus=drifer that i haven't

abandoned the W route! There were six (6) roll=offs that day

AND we filled them all to bursting. [bless wind and hail^]

i shoulda woulda coulda switcht back to anothre Party just

to weigh in on ARLEN's battle this Tuesdé; i will simply Vote

the othre races into Confusion, as alway. ARLEN may do well

enuf on his own, in whatevre Party he chooses, Scottishly.

Thursdé was an Ascension celebration at the LUTHERAN cherch

which welcomed me when i first moved onto Sixteenth Avenue;

the coffee was schtrong & the goodies were filling. AND i

rode my wheels both to und from. {the Bishop presided} Then,

Frydé, i anchored top=side at the METHODIST food=bank...

these are things which happen in my Ordinary time. There was

a dust=up Tuesdé in the Soop Kitchen over the sitting of a

tia in the Place of veteran JOHN; the chicken was tasty and

some Forgivenesses applied. {kitchens are well attended Now}

The man who gave me the bicycle is Always checking out for

me and it. [i coulda moved into a haus of his inschtead of

my Glorious bunkhaus.] The Concierge is shewing room Four

to any & all Comers...WE would do well to entertain anothre

ESTHER, KERRY or Señor BORGES. Life in the City.

Aday, we MORAVIANS bid farewell to RUSS, the Junior Pastor.

AND WE baptised a beautiful baby girl. Arrifing & Departing,

the cycle of all=in=all. Our eyes [and hers] were wide.

Amorro i will Pray & werk & ride the bicycle back to my bunk

haus, taking care of All my peoples along the Way. Good thing

i was born a BUDDHIST. ~unified-slac~

syrk

(1) my TAXES are already come and gone.

(2) i haf to werk--it's a thing with me.

(3) i'm an habitual UnJoiner of fanciful fads

and flavourful redounding Politicle exploits.

(4) tea is not a Symbolic beverage for me.

(5) TITLE: «Two of Every=Thing, Nothing Lost»

TEMP: 40s and venti, less than Schpringlike

MUSIK: ambient, until Genie sends me unotro IshPod

SCRIP: antitheticle bumpre schtickres~«BORN OK THE FIRST

TIME/Fish Don't Walk and Jesus Still Lives»

NOISE: from every room a different channel...

OCCUPANCY: 117%, owing to JERSEY's friend, avisiting

PRESSURE: pulsing 65 bpm Without meds, 118/79

FOOD: MIAMI let me taste his fast cookt sausage/shrimp

TEXT: Sunday, April 18th, 2o1o...On Wednesday, that

Customer who brang grass Apologised on his retourn. i

musta made an Impression--one that should carry me forth

against further contraband. El Camino RON brot me two (2)

sodas as he offloaded many pine branches...the girl who

signs my PayStubs ferried me Home at the close of gates.

[the Bethel bunky gave us all tacos; CHICAGO ate Pizza]

Thor'sdé was a day of scarcity--my voice was the only

echo for the pastor of the PRESBYTRY...and my coin was less

than i could lend to MIAMI for anything. Yet~WE all went

forwise into the werld of werk and came out t'othre end.

i made a point my=self of defrosting the rented Fridge. [i

coulda built an igloo on the curb] Friday was a day of much

bettre Attending! There were seven (7) for the litany, just

three short of a minion; the refreshment of the food=bank

was nearly Perfect in its numbre of nine (9) or thereof.

{every minion calls for a recitation of the Prayer: HaRuch

Adhonai} Regardless of much, i collected my newsprints

from PEARL at the market, paid my rent through the Pawnshop

and warsht my sheets and jeans for the week up=present.

The light in the hallway has been too much--even though

the electricity within JERSEY's hut went out just over the

Visitation of his net=friend SARAH [just met]. It's a pain

in the prison to live in such a variable bunkhaus, with all

its drama. id est, i'd rathre Live here than anyplace else,

as yet. Sister AMY askt after me this morning, like i was

an afflicted one, But i preferred to Comment on her bright

blonde high=lights & to ask aftre Her four month infant!

Connexions! WE are all taking Care of each othre, everyOne.

What other Cause is there? ~jointed slac~

loop

Thursdé, April 10th, o8...66° mit bright sun=shine

What a perfect dé to walk around the Western

frontier! From the farmers' market [free Samples]

to the big drug=store, from the hard=ware schtore

to a tony Spice botega~with admiring glances from

all the pretty girls as i trod in my black suede skater

shoes... {slac don't actually skate} Yes~the windoes

are Open and the bed is changed over from the fresh

and finely filtered Aer. ^reposited ProLog^

Friday, Avril Nine, 2o1o...15:30:01, CHICAGO just strold

past my open door, Home from the cheese=factory. Para me,

it was the beautiful dé to ride the bicycleta Everywhere.

[MIAMI askt where i was going and i pointed my fingre to

the West, thru the building] TERRY at the Market sold me

my longs & gave me the Yesterpapre...i paid off LIZA of the

Doctor's office on my way to the pool. id est, the pool and

bubblers are not Serviceable as yet~BUT i can schtart the

sudoku by the crackling crick on such a fine day. Numerals!

Spring, and i must go [did go] to the college art museum

for a fine filling rest of the Soul AND a collecting of

gratis post=cards (3). There were also tours of the skool

going on about the same Time & it^ made me feel Younger.

Thence i pedalled Eastwise to the Place of money ordres.

{it would do no good to travel the werld so well Without

additionally making Provision for the concierge} At 11:40

this morning, i parkt my bike at a bench in my LivingRoom,

that publik park where the Bands play, to finish Puxxles.

Thence, on the Lunch=Hour, i visited my city hall to see

my Municiple moneys. {they are fine and forthright} It was

the LIBRARY LivingRoom where i finisht the yester-puxxles

AND did my Xtra reading of Scientia and the daily news.

By which Time, the bunkhaus was deserted to my schtowing of

the bicycle & othre things which Impend my householdry...

which is to say, long=wise, that i am Yet in the middle of

my middling Day--caring for Every=thing that comes my Way.

{the sun never sets on slac} Twas Ever Thus.

fase

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.

~theTaxableyetRelaxableslac~

^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

cake

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~

klok

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!

WILY WILLY WISITS WALLEY: i am one

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~