NUMERATUS PONDERATUS

Title: Rhymes with Switch

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Answer: Glitch

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Observation: "Regard Fame as a

fickle mistress; she will dance with

you for a time...then disappear as

quickly as she joined you."

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Saturday, 31 July, 2004

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It pondres me not that my Counters

have been compromised. This is a

pretty old jernal. Creaking along

like the green=ghost on 8.0 and

updialing like a lumbering buffalo,

she was bound to feel the stress of

frequent Visitation. As a filosofer,

i have only two theories---

(1) The slack=site was truly visited

by about one million peoples around

the werld, and thus reset...OR

(2) A person or persons unknown

accidentally or purposely changed the

random numbres for reasons unknown.

In the first case, i would reply:

"Glad 2 Meet You All! I am whelmed

over. Love & smooches, werld!"

In the second case, i would reply:

"Mathematics is a strange & beautiful

thing. Quod erat Demonstrandum.

Now, try a better Way which doesn't

bump or shun ordinary people."

Either way, no sweat off my Glow.

Less=the=never, i won't dwell on it

because it is a minor thing.

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{Explanation 3: Hane droppt something

off the Server which struck the snakes

of the fone=lines~~she just admitted that.}

AND speaking of shunkies, i had a full day

at werk...but it was too hot for the cuddies

to go ape=crasy. Five bins full. Cold gift

sodas were plentiful. And i did manage

to bring three bags of my own.

Is tomorro Sunday already? You'll catch me,

maybe, doing even more yard=werk after

the puzzle, or catching up on sea=bag

laundry. PLUS+ i have a ham hock to steep

and beans to soak for soop~like right now.

[my ham bean soop takes two or three days

to get just right.] OH! Yeah! If i haven't put

you 2 sleep by now---Go visit my girls & the

Anniversary sites! They rock!

{i post pretentiously only to allay my brief

Celebrity} A singular Slack^

------love-the-love---

Post=script: my favourite # is zero

ROOTS

So~what does the #3 PentaGlower

do on his day off in the middle of the

Anniversary Celebraxn?

Yard=werk! Of gourse. A lawnboy's

werk is never done. The Widow's

grass is dense & moist; plus there

are many weeds to pull before the

electric Mower can be schtarted.

Never mind--i was paid well to do

my regular job. And then @ home

i tore into the clinging ivy which

loves to rise high in my Rose of

Sharon bushes. Three bags of crud

for me to take 2 werk tomorro--and

my garden is still a mess. But i do

have a dozen ripe cherry tomatoes.

[Insert vague gardening reference

here:] Lots 2 do~and my own yard

is a micro=environment of bugs &

bees which only a fotoglower could

love. OR maybe a paradigm of the

convention season. Now, if only the

weather people would posit an honest

assessment of future weathre.

{Rain is coming}

Friday, July 30, 2004

Have i shouted out 2 all my peeps?

Who made me big in many ways?

AND, who was 7500?~~that person

deserves a painting of a flowre.

{It enters me as a thot=after}

Advise of thus! The slackster shuns

no=one! And welcomes all the far

flung Glowers...especial. I won't be

bumpt 4 this^ more on the morro

becos i require a warm bath,

#3 with a wooden stake

ARRIVAL~ANNIVERSERAL

Title: Bronze on Bronze

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Mood: Celebratory

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Music: of the Glows, echoing

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Theme, apparent: Eclectic souls

who trod the universe, toward their

own best message...

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Thot: "They could not have picked a

better day to Glow; these humble five

are Anniverseral."

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Text: And when the Rain subsided,

they stood on a high place gazing at

the Rain=Bow. Well joined, well met

and especially begun...it's a Party.

Happy happy Joy joy. One year along<

Honour falls on me & i shrug~it's a

thing, a big thing, but just a thing.

{filosofy tells us: Ideas become important

thru Repetition & reiteration OR by the

preternatural force of the people who

espouse them.} Glow on!

Kayy pondres me if i would sell out.

OH! Carly Pope! I have not yet sold in!

[how to explain a man who rarely links

popping up in the top five?] THAT

won't change the slack, by any name.

Read me & exceed me~that's how i

bounce with my crew.

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tomorro, i may return to my beta=roots.

But~in the mean=time i send my thanks

to Evybody who droppt by & made me what

i am. {which is what?} Happy Anniversary!

We Glow! change nothing.

* the Wide Knight

CONSIDERATUS

Title: A Break in the Rain...

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Mood: i am whelmed over, perhaps

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Noise: Wheel of Fortune

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Thot: "There's a Convention? And

people are Glowing about it?"

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Far flung readers! Spurious Xclamation

Points! Here's the Up: Altho i finisht a

distant 3rd in the bombastic category...

And i was out=gunned @ all turns...

The EDITORS have once again sent me

the letter. This [that?] is the third time

i have been considered for the Penta=Glows.

(Top 5 Aol Journals...where Glows are

journals & penta means five~obvious to

some) Be still, my Heart! I know, I know,

it is sometimes difficult to discern the modes

and methods of the choices they make but

i still believe the Editors have noble intent,

often. And i personally have found some

great Glows thru the Penta=process.

Congratulate me if it happens; it pondres me

what theme will include me. OR them.

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Don't you just love sleeping late when it

rains all day? I walkt very little yesterday and

my shoes are still damp. Let other people

curse the steady falling water from heaven;

i revel in a day=long downpour. I also enjoy

blizzards~~the Wide Knight is perverse in

regards to climatology. Ask any=one.

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Yes~i have been following the DNC.

Some=how, i managed to catch both of the

Clinton speeches. Which one of them is

Running? Hillary's bright yellow suit was

less than Presidential---and when did she

manage to swipe Mama Bush's pearls?

Never mind, i'm not political. Edward

Kennedy had another good speech but

he tripped over some of the werds like

the person he pretends to despise. How

many ways are there to mis=pronounce

suburbs? Still~it's all a good show for the

country and the delegates. GET ME NOT

WRONG! I love the democrats. And i

will continue to follow the process because,

I Vote! November is not far away.

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Enuf of that^. Controversy does not cling

to me. Especially on rainy days. Plus+

I've got to think of an entry for tomorrow

which might keep me in the PentaGlows.

OR, better still, posit with gentle skill and

eloquence on immediate matters which

will entertain my fan=base. OH! you know~

All the gorgeous feminine up=grown

creatures who insist i remain Honest, Humble

and spicy Hot. With occasional pictures and

discardable wisdom. Thereafter & Today,

it's a fair burden/bargain. Trade me but

don't fade me~ aspiringly pentabulous,

the slack

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DAY=SUN RELAXT

Title: Distillation

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Mood: relaxed

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Music: my own

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Thot: "Bounce well & fully, because it

is rarely known where you might end up."

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Professor Hawking's old fone=book has

just poppt out of a black hole. Alas, all

the entries are in Reverse order. And

some other stuff. Physics is funny...

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Super=shout! Congrats to all the writers

who took prizes in the Annual Blog Awards.

Deservata & appreciata! And if i haven't

read you once yet---i'll get there. AND if

i have found you, well, thanks for tolerating

my scatter=shot comments! Delete me

at will~today, tomorro & eventual^

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Another Cucumber! Two more hot peppers!

My cherry tomatoes are turning---soon i won't

have to buy any at the Farmers' Market. Yet,

the garden is still a mess of weeds and poison

competing with the comestibles. Fortunately

the season is but midway~~August will find

me tearing crud out at a frantic pace. And

trimming bushes to the point of Xhaustion...

[insert soft=porn Gardening joke here^]

That is, my one neighbor to the South told

me that i am 'contributing Good Oxygen to

the environment.' How optimistic!

Meanwhile~yesterday at the Yard was less

than crasy; i told my regulars that i suspected

the entire township was half done with their

projects. I'll take the sunny breezy easy

traffic on a Saturday any=time. Gives me a

chance to catch up on NPR. And i get less

dirty that way.

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Distillation! Hane insists that her oxygen

bubbler be filled with rainwater; she thinks

the local calcified tap=water is bad for the

brain. Far be it from me to disagree while

the Three Stooges are on and i'm finishing

the New York Times crosswerd puzzle

perfectly. {i am always using this local

H20 & my brain keeps getting exceptionally

larger and more perfect} Filter & Distill!

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Sunday entries are my bête noir. I'd rather

be reclining...OR painting. slackadaisy

Sunday, 25 July, 2004^

DARK HORSE

Title: i'll take the Bronze

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Mood: shunny & bumpy

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Music: Aerosmith

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Thot: "it is an honour to be considered.

Winning is just gravy."

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It effaces/ephases me Especial that the

contest proceeds apace, according to a

certain wish i made that megalomania

should tie itself up into a dead heat.

We are all winners...not whiners.

Mean=while, i must stop buying the brass

lamps @ the garage sales.

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The day was drippy. The car travelled

roundly & admirably. I hear that Toni &

Todd are hobbling around well and fully.

They are nobly approaching the midpoint

of Recovery. And, there is no bad news

in any other sector. {It is an old Greek

filosofy to wake in the werld believing

that one awful thing may happen.}

Altho~i sincerely mourn the passing of

Jerry Goldsmith; his musical talent is

a thematic back=ground 2 many lives.

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Goshen! There's a lot of traffic all over

the Glow=land. Kayy was bumpt & shunned

again---and i posited her brief comfort.

It's not like she won't werk around all the

block=roads thrown up against her!

Would that i had the talent 2 post the

especial drama & concatenations of real

life. Evybody else [mumsy, vince, ayn,

my thousand cathies, et alia ad infinitae]

is running the Anniverserality to the Very

limits of Postable Pro=scription!

Amazement all=to! It is a good thing.

Well=begun^ this Party that may very well

end up on Jay's lawn. {OR in confluences

None of us have foreseen.} Thereyago

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Captain Wide promises a wild ride...

[read the deep] IMP me but don't Pimp me.

I embrace the 3rd place finish in this

Elexn year. Readya as i bounce~slack

BEAUTY

Title: SPRING BEAUTY

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Mood: feeling bombastic

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Hearing: old movies

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Thot: "Narcissism & Egomania are

pathetic; megalomania is Sublime."

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Where was i? Not speaking out of

turn or out of school, i hope.

AH! Beauty. Matt was kind enuf to

send along a passel of pictures from

that extraordinary May wedding in

the Albany environs. Some of them

appear above^. To repeat again that

everyone had a great time would be

bombastic. And redundant. I do hope

my older brother's check=book has

fully recovered. Nonetheless, the

fotoes well reflect the Beauty i have

been speaking of. It's a habit in my

fambly to adhere to gorgeousness and

there=after Bless the werld with handsome

child specimens. This is a wild compliment

to all my natural relatives. And a partial

Reason why i paint so good, sometimes.

I am especially surrounded by pulcritude!

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Perhaps the BEASTIE BOYS said,

"You gotta fight~for your right~to Party"

Did they have a crystal ball Regarding the

Glow=wars of 20 And 4? Maybe.

As for me, i'll stick with my observation that

all good things come out of journaling for

fun & excitement. OH, sure, there will often

be skirmishes about Potery, Art, apparent

OR inadvertent Comedy, Language Or lack

there=of...and on and on, including but not

limited to the line=on personalities of the

many glowers. Still~the brightness of it all

exceeds occasional banality & spoofery.

{I wouldn't trade a single hand=off Comment

for the slight burns and Bumps we have

suffered in this Venue.} Where was i?

Improvement by increments and everyone

is Well met, i think. Now if only i could learn

to write in complete sentences. Advise!

Advise, especial Visitories---the filosofy is

plain enough. It's just a thing.

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And there you have.

I would werk on my mind but it is too sharp

to touch. [<joke] GLOW! GLOW! GO~DO!

Captain Wide has got 2 bounce and put out

the fires his TORCH has set the off.

And don't admire the apparent Eloquence

until werld peace is closer to hand...

lata