Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Saterdé, Father XMAS rode up to the municiple building on his

laddertruck while a gentle schnay fell upon the cold, dark

Parish. {i can't remembre it ever schnowing this good for him

in Years past; it was magical} Joy! Now~as for this economy,

i am not overly concerned of it ['tho it has been made grandly

Horrible] acause i can see to sense a corner=turn. My own hours

will increase toward the inauguration & into the year. Othre

blessings shall come to those who hold tight and pay or save

with actual money. It's a new model. ^reposited of 12.9.8^

Sunday, December 13th, °9...last Friday i tried to meet the

President of the United States, but i went about it all wrong!

Instead of bussing out early to the community college only to

see his Motorcade three (3) times--i shoulda woulda coulda

done my regular replenishment of the methodist food=pantry

and wandered down to the diner where i have held no less than

two (2) blogger CONFLUENCES. Bettre schtill, i mighta gone

randomly bussing that afternoon toward the career centre and

have had met Mister Obama while seeking=job on Computre.

{Hescha! why didn't i go to the Aerport to watch him land?}

Anothre dé...yet i would not have traded the Aventure i had.

Anointed Mercies! Is this again already the third Son=Day in

Advent? And the schtart of the Maccabean miracle of Oil?

i spent the middle of my morning with the moravians learning

about the tradition of Kristingle [it's a tree or bush festooned

with various colourful fruits and candied gum=drops signifying

the multitudionous host of peoples living on Earth]. i so enjoy

living among people [former neighbour WAYNE drove me onto

my present environs]. One can learn to live Lovingly while

residing in a bünkhaus, learn to cook caringly in a cojoined

cuchina chuck=wagon AND walk in the Way of pleasant pleas

by schtepping into Temple during the High season. Happy!

No wondre the candles have lasted so long...it's dark and

dreary [cold, wet and rainy here as well] But the Hope of hope

keeps re=arriving year upon year! Immaculate, Illuminant,

Imanuel. ~kringly~slac~

Monday, November 23, 2009


Mondé, November 10th, 2008°8...

it's dark and sometimes cold on the

Parish Yard around closing. Good

for the night vision & the layering!

Of all=the=else~i am once again

behind myself. {the migraxn to--

here--had something to do with it}

i hope & pray that my good friends

'from' Glow=land will schtumble onto

this^ page and reconnect with me

by all means efficacious. i spect

there will be much RECONNECTING

across the new neighbourhood &

that's a good thing. Feel Free...

my elderly Glow & my infant Glow

are schtill and ever "open format".

[it's a rare thing for slac to delete

well=placed Comments.]

Friday, November 20, 2009...What a week! What a month! What a

Life! i could not dare to catch myself with ten fingres of all the stuf

that has happened. Be that as it may and what have You, irregardless

and apropos of Nothing...[cream of staunchisness]. i believe i will

report back=wise of recent memory until i hit a schticking Point.

i went on a recycle walk, depositing all those paperboards which

accrue from hausmates cooking Frozen Dinners. i rode the bus from

outer points toward central points, taking a little cash from the Union

and munching samples at the Market. i added an hour and ninety-six

days to my portable fone by purchasing a card at Cat's farmacy...

'Tween Eleven and Noon, i faerly ran into my favourite brit Widow

and catcht our=selves up on common Circumstances. 'Tween Ten

and Eleven, i helpt the methodists restock their food pantry; We

offloaded 1,680 pounds of BANANAS, among the else of such.

{Pastor Jim said a funny thing: "Question, who drinks pear juice?

Answer, A Loser." He was just joshing} For break=fast i served my

self a fried egg sandwich on pumpernickel bread with a third Moka.

Warsht my haer and body, turning on the water afore i entered.

From 845 to 707, i prayed the Litany with the Pastor and his wife,

as well as the couple who abut the Tent of Meeting...it was a near

thing not to miss the rising Morning happyness. Late to rise on Six.

Thersday, i defrosted my fridge. Joy! In the morning, Roomy #2 and

i had to see off Roomy #1 [the Sargeant-at-Arms, front-man] as he

flew off to the islands [one Gulf island] for a much needed break.

He acted like the proverbial decapitated pollo and sent me to score

a replacement fone=charger before the van came. ("Beel! I can't be

without my Phone!') Kind of an exciting morning, near comical.

Wednesday, in the ordre it happened: After breakfast, Roomy #2

and i rode the H=bus toward town. i had recently told him that it

schtruck me strange that for months now We have ridden the public

Conveyances without running into each other. Mirabile dictu!


Tuesday, October 27, 2009


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

priggled...} TATCWP

Thot: "i kinda like it when the Sun begins slanting

over my Yard toward the end of day in the Autumn;

it points up the sidereal aspects of reality."

Wednesday, October 19, 2005...I'm getting those

familiar questions again: "How late are you guys

open?", "When do you guys close for the year?"

And "Do you guys take [this crud]?" TO which i

lovingly respond,"Hey~it's only me here, a

Naked singularity in clean jeans & winter woolies.

{i am one & one is all} The yard waste & recycling

Universe opens and closes within me, and there

are no Others without." But~it wouldn't serve my

good customers well to thus blow they minds!

The Pennsy Legislature is schtill behaving badly.

They killed a proposal for a constitutional confab,

tabled a bill to shrink their size and budget AND

barely *submitted* an Open Records

law. Some of these remaining cronies are just

putting more staples in their catafalque. {i'd be

more angry if i weren't so deeply Disappointed

and Ashamed} Well, Keystoners vote again soon!

While i'm praying for MALIBU and PAKISTAN, i

believe i'll schtart a bigAce badAce booeyChili...

it'll schpook my roomies as the Night of Souls

comes to the Walley. ~hotlyHaunted slac~

^reposits of 2oo4, 2oo5 & 2oo7 octobres^

Let us say,"Certain improvements have been made;

there's still a long, long Way to go." Last year, i was

frantic about moving the blog/Glow from its old place

to its new home in cyberwerld; this year i find myself

Camping in urbania, schtruggling like a beast to keep

ahead of the deepening Recession. But! i must Love

living with people Acause i am fysically connected with

hundreds of them. {i'm not talking about my friends and

relatifs on SpaceMy & BookFace, though They are nice}

Where does this tangent terminate? Àqui...

Thursday, October 22nd, °9...How 'bout dem PHILS?

Even i could visit a game where they hit eleven homers.

Too bad the casino placement is biting back the lawyers

unto their own Corruption. Wait! there's a little election

coming as a prelude to the wholesale replacement of ALL

the caucuses next year. [evybody fuggled the Budget^]

What happens to a man when he misses a week's werth of

morning prayers? No especial disastre. As i was going to

my résumé review, i gave the one (1) Pastor my cell numbre.

And then i took my six (6) bus=trips around the Rivers...

{a faer girl at the next computre scantly mentioned the

cherch on 21st Avenue where i do Xian Karaoke} This, too,

will be recovered of. A great deal of my current Action

serves as good Xample to my household; if We improve in

civility & kindness, perhaps the rest of the werld will too.

Friday, October 23rd, °9...Amorning, on the veranda, WE

were a quorum of five And having a good Time of it. Yet

it wasn't an official meeting, unless one counts my very

next roomy asking me for garbage bags as an authoritatif

procedure. {i live to serve} WE lament the brief passing of

yesterdé's Indian Summer and travel from night into day like

a FRATERNITY of middling men. Me? i'm gonna put up one of

my BaBa Chilis & read the Voters' Guide. Twas Ever Thus.

~hausman slac~

Thursday, September 10, 2009


HOW TO BEGIN, as a kontinuation...of kind Labours

«Boo! Keep passing by my house.» --Roomy #1

Is it a rooming=haus OR a boarding=haus? The room

itself is One of the smallest i've known, tight and cozy.

i do not own any of the 'furnishings' in it. Overmore, it

can't be called room and board iffen there ain't no Table.

There is all the food held in Common, shared, disperst &

up eaten by the Residents under their chins wherever

they [WE] sit or schtand. {my very last kitchen table was

an horrible thing, snatcht by one of the engineer's Class

fambly membres while we rooted me out of the Oakhaus}

i know~the Place is a comfortable & Affordable hostel, an

Address to travel toward and fromwise on the life=path.

Because, it isn't where You live, but how You live...

Really~because the Rooming haus used to be an actual

home=row, the current water closet was once quite

literally, a Closet. It is set apart from that redesigned

room which holds the shower and the shaving sink.

[i've called that a vanity in the past, but the Lovely girl

downstairs has her own, And we are all MEN who live

togethre in the upper schpaces.] Locking sometimes.

«Boo! Keep an eye in my place.» --Roomy #1

My [the LandLord's] ferigerator is a Beauteous thing!

She has no handle and no interior light And she is not

Free-of-the-Frost. That is, she is frigid enuf allto because

there is ice constantly forming upon the top shelf. i miss

the fridges of Youth & the ice=box of my Independence.

The one sign at my regular groxery store goes: HOT FOOD

IS NOT FOODSTAMPABLE. It is true that one could make a

lunch al fresco using the benefit card; it just would never

be a hot lunch. Generally speaking, and i am as confused

about this as the Benefactors, the card cannot be used for

those meals a working poor person could not cook and put

togethre his=self. {the fine tendency of such a Policy is

toward cheaper & less processed comestables, saving the

recipient AND the taxpayer money overall} Blessings!

TITLE: Wheels go Round and Round

MOOD: cheerfull, brightly mobile, autumnally optimystic

NOISE: bells & hymns by choice--the schtuff i hear

bleeding out of othre people's headsets & cars just

annoys me. {i have the very sensitif ears}

HAER: summerly short, the wintre beard is schtarting

WIDEO: television is evywhere now; you no longer have

to go 'home' to watch it. Still--a vast waste=land.

WEATHRE: sunny, breezy, near=perfect

BIKE: i come to find out that Pedestrians can be just as

dangerous as othre Vehicles! And i'm one of them.

They [and i] cross the roads without full Awareness of

the wheeled conveyances bearing down upon them...

NATURE: late summer skunks preside, visibly, nasally

THOT: «Subtext? You must be a deconstructivist

MEMORIAM: Wednesdé, i attended a Viewing for one of

the BINGO werkers who came to us during the Transition

from big games to little games. ADAM was the new brother

in=law of the President...and i partied at Adam's wedding

to CONNIE in 1992. And altho i would not have been misst

by any=one had i hadn't gone to the Neighbourhood

funerary, i fulfilled my obligation to comfort that Fambly.

MODERN TEXT: Yesterdé, i took the light meal with the

nearest Lutherans--a wafer with grape juice. But i took

the bicycle to the Moravians for Khristian Karaoke and the

kaffeeklatsch. {i might never get used to the Expression,

«I hope my bike is still in the narthex.»} The lemon ring

cake was just as good as the blueberry slab i ate with my

friends. Aday, the dé of Labours, i cycled quite freely thru

the Town as it was ghostly empty. Roomy #2 is absent on

this Vacation day & Roomy #4 is transiting a more extended

Leave for all of the week, perhaps further. So~i and the

Alpha=dog are 'folding the hort'...happily and Truly.

NB: there are the unemployed, and the underemployed

as well as the disemployed; i land within the ranges.


Friday, August 14, 2009


Wednesday, July 27, 2005...

Slac's 2008 political Quandary:

i'd like a woman to run for the

highest office in the Land.

Yet~i wouldn't count either

Laura Bush nor Hillary Clinton

on my first ten fingres...altho

Both of them have more than

enuf ambition. And political


Never mind~there is some

lead=time on this question.

{id est, more & better women

should consider making the

announcement to run}

How is it i keep forgetting that

my page is not a political

venue?! Accident of Nature.

Who put the mess in messuage?

And why won't my appurtenances

get along with my heriditaments?

[rhetoric^] Tuesday, 25 July, 2006...

i've never had a parapet before, but

i do now. Comes in handy, too. The

Reddy Kilowatt hard=hat is out there,

getting a good airing. Electrify!

My newest cherch is Lutheran...if it

was good enuf for UnkaDonald &

AuntBelle, it's good enuf for me. Plus+,

it is walkable and they serve the

sacrament in both species. Yet~i detect

noticeable differences in the doxology.

Mean=while & all=togethre--i am schtill

unpacking parts of my TimeMachine from

various boxes; i hope Nobody noticed that

things were screwed up in the werld on

account of it. SHE should be entirely

recalibrated by August the First. *hush*

^thereyago&thusitis^ ~slac~

Thursday, August Second, and7...Hotter than

the hasps on the hinges of heck! OZONE Dé!

The bus=rides were free and i took advantage

of them. i took the a=line to CITY HALL for a

visit to the Credit Union; i took the a=line all

the wé NorthWest to check my Pressure at the

Grox schtore. [104/72p72] Then, i took the j

bus back to the Apt. Three rides in two hours

and it didn't cost me a Dime. {which is nice

acause i didn't have the schtarting fare anyway}

Iffen it happens again amorro, i might use more

than two bus=lines! And, yes~it's hot enuf.

Yesterday, around closing, friend GARY brang me

a hot=plate of Meat=Loaf mit noodles and vegs.

Baby peas & shoe=peg corn^ if you must know.

GARY is entirely too kind to me alltogethre. i

shall haf to schtart retourning equal Xian favours

presently. The little brown hare was waiting for

me when i opened the South Gate; it must know

my Routine. Of the Hovel i can only say that the

third floor now has an AER=CONDITIONER in the

North window. I never had the need of one in

all the Years i schpent there AND schlept on a

foam mattress!?! The place loox good, out=wise.

ROCKY is probly gonna haf to learn this bus thing

soon her=self...she is currently, intermittently,

sans licence. And her Patronic progenitour is

somewhere in the middle of the Nation, driving.

Much will happen for Good to this, my Fambly,

in the CAULDRON of anothre Year of Changes...

~theWild-Rider~slac~ ^reposit of August °7^

Friday, August First, °8...a very nice dé all=to.

The engineer had barely Retourned from the

beach [camp Maisy] and othre Places afore he

had to pack up black beauty and motor Yet again

to anothre Assignment. {it is ever=good to have

him around, even briefly} Happy Travails...

After he done went~i had my own Adventure at

the Doctors' office. It was also all=the=good.

The blood i gave so Exorbitantly last week is

normal for all markers. Nurse Susan [a pretty

one] conducted an electrocardiograph which

also Aced the scale; she Complimented me

on being less than HIRSUTE. "You're so lucky;

you don't get the free waxing." As i climbed

the hill near the old Hovel, i encountered my

former Neighbour JEFF & his youngest dafter's

blond puppy. We^ palavered for Moments.

He told me that the current occupants of the

manse have a mastiff which barks too much

after hours...aren't these the Dog=Days?? The

hovel is much Improved, tho i rarely wandre

down this far to see it. Bright sun=shine...

Hang tight~the Humidity is retourning AND i

never Publish on the shabat. ~normalslac~

Saturday, August 06, 2005...

It was the hottest dang day of the

Year and the Fierce Five came

togethre for serious business. Most

and Each of them doubly so. My

seesters were all weepy sniffling

NOT becos the job was sad and

arduous BUT becos we collectifly

were kicking up the talcum dust

of a Quarter Century. We moved

fast & hard thru as much as two

floors of Crud at fair schpeed.

And still it was brief & scant by

variegated over=views. Started

well, by my standards...Yet i am

easily impressed by needful

freneticism. Rip! Tear! Run to the

Recycle! Toss the mementos into

the nearest Sibling container!

{There's a box near=by with my

Name on it; i 'spect it's only the

first of Some.} When's LUNCH?

Are we Swimming yet?

My nephew, Jay=Jay was on the

service of the tsunami when his

both Grand-Mothers departed this

veil of tearing...And in a very soft

merciful blessed Way, i consider it

a Mitzvah. Those girls had a plan

for him. Saving thousands to miss

a party of dozens~Lord, i wish i'd

pulled that Assign! Yesterday, when

he was Available, we took him to

both those bone=yards. I think the

ladies were impressed. And why

not? They loved their tall and quiet

humorous Hero more than they had

Voice to say. [it's still a Secret.]

But, Hey! The entire fambly loves a

navy man. Cool kid.

Maisy (my seester) called me this

morning as i was getting ready for

werk and asked me,"Can you go on

the internet for a minute?" To which

i simply replied,"No." *up=dial*

[she's probly in Connecticut by now

and can probly catch her own culottes

before i see her again.] WERK!

THUS it is and so much...slac

TITLE: [Sometimes The Title is The Text]

MOOD: Amiable by Sharing, Spirited, bright

NOISE: a cacophony of city sounds

SOOP: chicken, from an half breast that

Roomy #1 gave me on SunDay

WIDEO: only the rare old movie when Time

permits...STNG mondays & odd Daily Show

WEATHRE: hot and schticky, bearable

NATURE: i had a toad on the Parish Yard

last week & i saw it again a day later All the

way up by the Administraxn building; i was

caring for two (2) baby bunnies one Day as

well but i do not know how they fared...

THOT: «People oughtn't Live like this, but

apparently, WE do quite well»

MEMORIAM: Corazon Aquino, Eunice Shriver

MODERN TEXT: Friday, August 14th, '09...

Amorro is a certain birfdé for a certain

sister of mine, and i am still scuffling around

Town hunting up werk. Fortunately, my brain

is sufficiently re=wired & re=mappt for the

continuing Production. And inasmuch as i am

receiving assistance from various Authorities,

i am attempting to give back to the Society

supporting me. [i.e., helping to stock one

cherch's food pantry the day after partaking

of a meal at anothre.] And catching the rhythm

of the rooming=haus as i go. Mercies!

more~lata ~gammaDog-slac~