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"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~

frio

My wintre=beard is trimmed and the FrontMan has gifted me an

insulated groxery bag. What othre wonderments may occur?

~vocable slac~ ^posted as smax to slacktown & spacemy^

Lutheran coffee...Episcopalian flowres...Soop 4 roomy#2

Tonight, i shall dream of Miracles. 29 December, and4

Thot: "There's a fine=line between Cooking and wholesale

Destruction."

Title: Wintre Only Lasts So Long

Mood: slightly chilled but delighting in the wintre wondreland

Food: pork und sauerkraut mit mein sister=in=law [1-1-10]

Noise: Thriller, All Things Must Pass, Dave Brubeck [ishpod]

Vision: Beautiful time! Yet~where did the 'ands' go? it's 2o-1o...

Text: Who's to say who's on and who's off? i droppt in on my

Supervisor yesterdé and she told me i was to have normal hours

throughout the year. Great news! Altho, the sign on my gate still

reads of curtailed Days and Times. {i'll haf to cast back my app

for unemployment which the Keystoners can't afford anyway}

On New Year's Day, the hotelier came through & thoroughly

cleaned the common areas. A fresh start. The feast at CAT's

haus was also a grand Beginning, what with the porkloin and

cookt sauerkraut, freshly masht potatoes, kielbasas & squash.

{i almost could not finish my piece of Jane's strawberry and

rhubarb cake} Let's not forget the applespice wine and leaded

coffee. Up=the=full we seven (7) ate while amateurs schlept.

On Sunday [1-3-1o], i cookt a ham dinner for four with the

twenty pound ham which the Frontman received as a holiday

bonus. [He had said,"You Americans make a good ham dinner."]

My sides were simple and hearty: boiled quartered red potatoes

with fresh parsley, simmered green beans and garlic bread. The

bunkies enjoyed it completely...altho there is much meat overleft.

{i may never get Portly until i learn to make desserts.}

Enuf about masticating while the bittre, brutal, windy Arctic cold

bites into January like a fierce beast! The water=bottles in my

boof were frozen solid when i got to werk Yesterdé; and bundled

in my bindle i was more than fortunate to receive a 'tote home'

from one of the Public Werkers. [The very man who placed that^

shack on its cozy corner of Our werld] Yet, as cold as is, i dress

for the Weather as my Father taught me--layer upon layer and

covered up from top to toes like a walking talking mattress!

Aday, amorning, WE were eight (8) at AnteCommunion folloed

by a right-leaning roundtable of modern Occurences. {i gently

reminded the Pastor that there is an 'ess' at the end of the Name

of a certain prominent Golfer} My laundry is most done, especially

the good thermals from my Sister. Days are actually lengthening.

And othre schtuff~slac~

wing

Sunday, November 29th, °9...iffen it's a Sabbath, i just musta done

my Laundry. {it's a modern ponderance on which Day believers are

supposed to abandon werk} i was quite late for the LoveFeast on

Livingston; i totally misst the cherub choir. But i made it for the

special Advent meal--coffee-cake with chocolate milk Communion.

[i do know the houses in which to Receive bread and chalice wine.]

There was some=one else in my orbit who required both Toast and

cow=juice...the frontman of the hostelry, Roomy #1. He is recently

back from a sunny vacation and not yet caught back into the rhythm

of the city. Over=more, he did not escape the many troubles by going

abroad...his luggage stoppt in MIAMI but he continued on; the laptop

he acquired to replace his stolen one was also stolen! Some trip.

Thursday, the engineer catcht me up in his newish Chevy Cobalt for

a sojourn to ALEXANDRIA. It was the nearest perfect Thanksgiving

ever acause Kay and Harry prepared everything aforehand with nary

any discernible problems; the Turtle and i just had to behave as nice

Guests, something we nearly always do. A very pleasant short stay.

Friday, we connected with CAT and the kids...all three doing well in

our infrequent absences. ROCKY is werking worthily and BLADE

is drifing his own car! Would as much could be said of me after i get

my bicycle tire fixt?! There is happyness on evry new Horizon.

Of the werk i my=self enjoy, many othre good things can be said: i

have received my ten year/tenure certificate of Public Service along

with a thirty dollar ($30) gift card AND i shall continue to serve extra

cool dark hours through December 31st. {my favourite Customers are

schtill quite baffled that i am on hire 'Year=Round'} The two wintre

months i am shortened will provide from the Provider, alltogethre.

i could write a novel about the Misadventures which took place here

within the Haus while JONNY JUICE was residing on the third floor

with his retinue of boogalooes...but the HouseHolder put him out &

no=one has heard nor seen of JONNY yet or since. Bad kismet...

There are two (2) turky wings & three (3) hot peppers to boil into

broth while i celebrate the birthing Day of my niece who claims she

cannot cook; there was also a class reunion which neither CAT nor

the engineer made Appearance at. {i woulda been up for it}

~carriable=slac~

gord

Yesterday, a fool on fools' Errands.

Aday, a brusher of Leaves and twigs.

Amorro, a giver & receiver of Sweets.

The Hour is ne'er lost on me.

TITLE: Good Folloes Good

TEMP: around 54°, feeling Winterish

MOOD: bright for one so beset of Concern

PUXXLE: 100%...i cain't do Sudoku

PRESSURE: 115/77 pulsing 75

MUSIK: Night on Bald Mountain, 80's musik

NOISE: the Occasional very near siren

WIDEO: Daily Show, that World Series

GROX: all the essentials [bread, milk,

eggs, sugar, coffee, meats & cheeses] and

the occasional chips, dips and Cashews

HAER: usually covered by an acrylic cap

THOT: «People tend to ask me for direxions

because i seem to be a determinist; i have

not caught the shiftless shuffle nor the

languid lope of the completely Lost.»

TEXT:

Monday, Octobre 26th--JOHN the bus drifer

was quizzical,"No bikey?" i told him the

short version of how i flattened the rear

tire in Town.

Tuesday, Roomy #2 exclaimed, "Dang! I left

my coffee=cup at my baby mine's house!"

It's a very interesting locution and the

place where his young daughter lives when

she's not visiting with Daddy.

Wezne-cookt bacon for most~~rainy at werk

Thursday--called landlord of lights and he

flipped that breaker at 7 PM. Dan of the

Resource Centre gave me my 31 day buspass.

Friday--paid rent, recycled, gave out candy

*Roomy 4's friend had an ambulable episode*

Saterday--met JAZZ the J floater drifer...

Sunday, last--two masses and a parade

Tuesday, Novembre 3rd, °9...Todé, i visited

no less than three (3) polling stations. Schtill,

i only Voted one time. It woulda been nice to

have been able to send a message to the Governor

AND the Legislature about the most recent budget

debacle...alas, this election was only Municipal.

I am unsure of my ranking within the Community

of my hotel. Afact, i am at a loss to devise a

schema of the hierarchy. [Fraternal? Military?

Chivalric?] It'll come to me eventual.

Friday, November 6th, °9...Just finisht a load

of laundry. Schtrange how filthy a dish=towel can

get when five (5) men use it over and over. This

morning, we were seven (7) at matins [including

the woman who lives Independently on the first

floor of this hotel] AND ten (10) restocking the

methodicle Food Pantry. {less are needed to Pray

than to werk, yet both are Essential}

~factotable slac~

wool

There is much held in Common--day by day allto

TITLE: To Be, In Brief, A Fibre

MOOD: Xstatically Xhausted~optimalistic

NOISE: rustling leaves, rambunctious skoo'chi'dren

HAER: the beard is positifly Byzantine, iconic

WEATHRE: nice for autumn, roshashanna, ramadan

BIKE: i'm getting to be a real Ace at drifing Home

in the rain...it soaks me through AND i don't rightly

know the hydroplaning schpeed of bicycle tires.

{the Gifted bicycle permits me to exercise a rolling

Independence formerly only bestowed upon my

Gifted boots...two of everything And nothing lost}

MEMORY: i am surely behind a great numbre of

Anniverserals~a brothre, a sistre, two of their sons

with briefer Marriageness [post=nubility?]...all while

losing track of the passaged schleepers! It's true what

they say,"Memory is first to go." As i recall...

MODERN TEXT: Sunday, September 27th, °9...there

is anothre Roomy moving in, to replace the emptiness

of the fourth schpace. He is an amiable Fellow.

Tuesday, September 29th...i removed the foot straps

from my pedals, clippt my beard, refilled my Statin Rx.

Friday, October 9th...i am so behind my Glowing that

i feel just like a Pennsy lawbreaker werkin' on t'budget.

{Amembre when i predicted that none of the property

tax relief would come through the Casinoes? Hmmm}

WE are at a full haus again, with concommitant brief

scrapings. It's taken me three (3) months to catch the

neighbourhood rhythm...and i am the Quick Study.

Where did Septembre go? And why was Wednesday so

windy? i was not blown over by the fierce breeze, even

on my two=wheeled schteed. {nearly ev'ryone who knows

me has seen me Ride; people who don't know me have

never run me Down} Last Fridé, i did the altogethre too

many things. i prayed with the Presbyteries [there was a

record six of Us] AND helpt fill the Methodist food pantry

[there was a record eight of us for a light load]. Morning

being early, i Visited my girl=friends JANE & PEARL at the

market, took the NOON A=bus toward the Career centre

where everyone is looking for an Assignment, bounced of

the G buses to Attend the ribbon-cutting by the Mayor

for the refurbisht national hamburger schtand AND came

home in Time to confab with the LandLord on the Lanai

as he struggled to fill his haus with persons nearly as

tenable/tenantable as my=self. {i abide & reside well}

And i schtill found the time-in-day to warsh my Whites.

There^ would be much more, but i am up=catching.

~roomily=slac~

snig

prologue...pre=log:

On account of, [and because] i am now Visiting

the central arts district--i've scored and sent a

handful of arty post=cards to my Friends using

salvaged 32¢ schtamps. {is it Possible, in this Age

of instantaneity, to write and Compose cards and

lettres? hmm} Of this^, i may be Amembered.

So there i was with my bindle, walking along the

secondary twixt 13th & 14th Avenues, when a

middling blonde sitting upon a schtoop Aquired

of me,«Hey! What's your name?» Being a friendly

person, i introduced my=self to her & she to me.

She made othre queries of me as we schpoke

briefly, and She offered me a swig of fortified

beer...at a quarter to Eleven in the city morning?!

[there was a man up and behind her on the porch]

For all my need of such compromised pulchritude,

i elected to continue on and go to werk. The man

gave me quizzicle looks as i left; he called after me,

«Things are rough.» Perhaps~i was Solicited, may

wise the Woman was merely a lonesome Angel.

To the propreity and intention of the Man, i have

no inkling of Theory. {iffen i'da walkt anothre way,

i woulda misst 'em Entirely} Right effort...

So there i was, last Sun*Day, all risen up at Eight

o'clock in the morning, setting and sitting in the

cantilevered pew with ROBERTA, when in walks one

of my Customers with her fambly And she says hello.

Filosofy! Is it possible that i can't travel Any=where

without running into Persons i know? OR is it designed

that wherever i'm at, Them is already there every=one

i have altogethre met? It is a stark dawn ponderance

IF form forever folloes function. {i prefer to note that

evything is Connected, moment by moment}

TITLE: Behind The Line And Time, Above The Nadir

MOOD: externally introspectif, joyfully suffering *zen*

NOISE: city life--voices--band concerts

SOOP: chicken is all, next one better

WIDEO: totally missing the final season of MONK

WEATHRE: blazing hot, brief rain, hot again

NATURE: the dang tree=frogs are Happy enuf and

the gnats are finding their way into nearly every orifice!

THOT: «It's all about the Process»

MEMORIAM: John Hughes, Les Paul, Eunice & Ted

MODERN TEXT:

Later that same night...it was PETE who drofe me

home to the new Place, and it was the first he'd heard

of it. [some know, some don't know] Overmore, PETE

is one of those most trusted persons who can ring me

up at the Shack to check my situation. Which is to say

that i count more Friends among my Customers than

those who mark it the same amongst themselves.

There's a sign at the Liberry which reads,«Shoes and

Shirts must be Worn» It schtrikes me funny acause all

the shoes and shirts i wear to that building are worn,

well=worn! There might could oughta well come the day

when i schtroll in there with shiny new boots and a

fresh cleaned silk shirt--and then i'd get throwed out.

Yet~mostly 'cos it don't say nuffin 'bout wearing Pants.

>to be continued, kallikak-slak