Slacktown

paus

2011-06-07T14:13:00.002-04:00

Holy Crud?! Where have i been? No worries...Lent and the Schpring have found me too
busy to Glow. +Plus also, my ding-dang dell [a 'home' compooter] is on the fritz. Soon,
i will fix evything and resume Glowing on a more regular basis. Thanx for schtaying
tuned. ~slac~ June 7th, Twenty=Eleven, 1418 hours

rapt

2011-01-28T10:57:00.000-05:00

When Merit is Fortunate! The First day of 20-Eleven was

thoroughly enjoyed in the presence of CAT and Her guests.

WE were nine (9) at table with traditional krautpork. The

Turtle came to Visit us all again, to catch his cookies and to

drife me East unto the bunk=haus, a tumultuous Place!

On the dé [January 3rd] i lost HONEY WEST, i entertained one

Newby, one regular KIM and answered a question about paint.

The auto=body persons brot cardboard & regular RUTH also

came that afternoon. Once 'home', i warsht my water=bottles.

Five o'clock comes early for people who don't already rise by

that Time! CHICAGO left for werk just as the Concierge and his

Assistant came thru to prep the building for the Xterminator.

Fortunately, i often Live outside the confines of the stalag And

could attend the round=table in the morning at the Presbytry,

then read at the Publick Liberry for the afternoon. {i don't favour

chaos, i depart from it} The night was unremarkable*

o453 a.m. January 4th, the Concierge arrifed even earlier to

continue cleaning the bunkhaus, to turn things upside down and

backwise & whatever else He cared to do...i happily schpent the

crasy dé on my Parish Yard with negligible disturbances. Cuddy

PAUL did bring me a ginger ale. When i retourned around six

fifteen in the post meridian, my room was somewhat blockt by

furnitures AND my fridge was in the 'kitchen' [where i live most

of the Time, anyway]. After hours, the lovely girl down=stairs

set off the schmoke alarms by cooking too Fervently. It was a

mess of a mess but Perfectly recoverable acause i was There.

Xterminaxn Day! Thor'sDay the 6th of January was a Perfect

Day to be put out of the stalag alltogethre; it was also an

EPIPHANY. That is, i prayed at the Presbytry with DON & SCOTT,

then lived by bus thru the rest of the fumigation, wandering as

a true & natural Pilgrim from venue to venue [the big schtore

for combs, the Market for visiting, the Jewish high=rise picnic

table for an hoagy lunch, the Liberry for readings of all good

materials]. All these^ happened Afore i also took extra werk

with my Lovely MONICA in the Parish building from four o'clock

to nine o'clock in the Evening. {i perish by persevering, yet

profit less=the=none!} IF mice and bugs were killt while i was

absent, my BUDDHA nature wasn't Compromised...even the

tumultuous turmoil left no enduring scratch. (--part two--)

January 7th, SCOTT lead the Litany & TOM called me off the

restock of the food pantry on account of wet weathre. i did visit

the Market & i droppt my money ordre in the rent=box...

It shchnowed some more on Saterday while i attended to the

boof and my paucity of Customers; Life & Werk is about the

up=showing. SunDay, the 9th, i did a coupla schmall favores for

MIAMI of the next haus, took my bread & wine Presbyterally AND

ate well with my brothre and his retinue [BLADE, ROCKY & the

boy=friend] for Lunch at the Parish point diner [it lies diagonal

to the upscale Revolutionary War age hostelry/restaurant]. i ate

the mid=day shrimp. After recycling, i did a ball=foot Party in

the schtalag with AKRON and his friend, in Akron's apartment,

which had somehow become a common room. Never mind~

WE had a good Time aspite the Philly team's defeat. *breath*

January Tenth is Always the famous birfing-day of Hane, the

Matriarch [she no longer Celebrates it] AND it also happens to

be, this Year, the 32nd notation of CHICAGO's entrance into

the werld. Regardless=of=much, CHICAGO schpent his good

day with his newest girl=friend, AIDA, And i carried werk

upon the Yard with KIM, newby KATE, regular LUCY...fill as i

did accidental & entertaining moments that periodically move

during the arch dark days. {it is schtill Wintre} The boof is warm

enuf all=to & i requisition the random sudokus...

{filosofy: IF i am the warm & fuzzy creature bounded inside

the bunkhaus, WHY am i schtill partaking of Cold Rations

on equally cold days?}

part

2011-01-14T11:53:00.000-05:00

One thing or anothre~i prefer the good news.

~cold=snap surviving~slac~

Thursday, January 13th, 20-11...i am behind of the passing of

last year AND none too joyfull of the onset of the Current one.

It is the fault of the werld, not the Author. Aday, i attempt to

synopsise the cusp of them each...the HolyDays which bleed

into the Hunkering Days [it is very cold in the Walley].

Captain Beefheart passes...Sunday the 19th of Decembre, i

managed after the Methodistry to grab up my packages from

MAISY at CAT's manor. BLADE & JACK were scarcely awake

that early afternoon but they were Polite gentlemen. Monday,

at werk, JIM avised me,"The Methodist cherch? I think I was

married there!" One of my regular customers brot me cookies

and coal=candy that day [the first of many cooky packets].

Tuesday [the 21st], i ran the vacuum, recycled by walking,

warshed my sheets & jeans AND entertained AKRON when

he came home to the Schtalag--normal off=day busyness.

A few days passed~On Birthing Eve day, i did the litany with

my Presby friends & attended the Moravian 4:30 LoveFeast

candle vigil. There was unitas fratrum in the coffee & cake,

more Especially in the Lighting of so many tapers at close.

The funny thing about Christmas, this Year, was i didn't

attend any Services!? Sure, i ate a fine luncheon with Pastor

STONE, his three girls and four (4) othre guests...took home

the gifts of fresh fruit for the haushold...drank iced tea with

my brothre [he had a shake] and ROCKY and JACK; they ate

a fair two plates while the Brothers palavered and kibbutzed.

{i was joining the Turtle in scant non=theism when he noted

that there were too many good Xmas songs} Thus it was a

celebration of something, with these, Yet not an overt denial

of that which i know to believe OR believe to know...

The Yard is hard in Winter. The customers are few and far long

coming AND the Publick werkers have to take care that my

shack doesn't succumb to the coldness. Of myself, i keep warm

in my boof and Proffer a thread of continual Recyclingness.

Wednesday, the 29th of Decembre was like that. ROSE gave me

the papres of the day, the publick werkers brot some fallen

branches, CHICAGO called my fone to ask after laundry=soap,

and STOSH & LINDA brang me anothre tinful of cookies. The

bus took me to and from, regularly, as buses often do.

By some account, i am making more Time & Money than i

ought. Thursday was thus, when i vacuumed the AdminBuild

with KATHY. i am there when an increase of Fortune is merited.

OR when Merit is Fortuitous! Acause~New Year's Day was an

unpaid HolyDay which i thoroughly enjoyed in the presence

of CAT and Her invited guests--WE were nine (9) at table with

traditional victuals and Fine Fellowship. The Turtle came again

to see us all, to gathre His own gifted cookies and to ferry me

back to the tiny row=haus on Thirteenth (13th) Avenue...

Which, of it=self, came to be in tumult! --part one--

vome

2010-11-17T18:11:00.000-05:00

Presently, i pause to schlice bread And guard my hacienda.

Sunday, 31 October, 2004...Power Interruption!

Must be a new day all=to. Had to reset my TVs by

and by, uncorrected clocks none-with-standing.

[TVs: those hunky dark boxes that werk way better

than this one.] Would that FOX might broadcast The

Simpsons schcary episode anight instead of a month

after Columbus Day. The balls get longer & longer.

Armistice dé, two=thousand Seven...we celebrate the End of

the War to 'End all Wars'. Which was a prelude to the Great

War. {is there irony in nomenclature?} Which was folloed by

a Cold War! it schtaggers the mere mind of a son of a Navy

Veteran...i'm the unfortunate batard who somehow didn't

even have to go to the POST OFFICE and sign up for selective

service. Yet, i am grateful to live in a relatifly free Nation

which is currently under its own 'limited' state of emergency.

11/12/2o-1o, i bundled up & took the flatted, fearful byke

AND all my sundries in pocket & pack to the bus-stop at the

corner of the 12th Avenue cemetery. But~i forgot the ring of

keys which holds my Parish gatekey?! No matter, i went thru

the office of the Parish werx and borroed an original. i haf

no trouble closing those locks at dusk; i'm forever carrying

the Key i need to Open. [the byke i put in the shared storage

unit, pro tempore.] 'Twas a light dé 'pon the Yard, yet JOHN

brot me espresso hard candies. HE is thinking of lending me

a mountain byke to ease the Wintre commute. (*Blessing?*)

There i was at the schtop on the highwé across from the Gas

Schtation under windy cool low-hanging clouds...Suddenly, i

amembered that the W bus only schtops there at 4:35 & 6:35 PM,

respectifly!? i turned my tail [and whited schneaks] Toward

the Correct catch=bus, a two mile walk and jog to the grox

schtore. Just made the J last into Town, near a semblance of

Homeness. {i haven't got used to the new Hours of the fine

regular Days!} At least i warmed up by moving so rapidly.

TITLE: Transient Transcendental Transformationalism

TEMP: it's moderate for Novembre, even pleasant

MOOD: Happy in darkness & light, Anticipatory all=ways

PUXXLE: i am making many mistakes on the hard sudokus

WIDEO: Amber Tamblyn on House, i love her from afar...

GROX: rosbif & provolone, celery & cuke for salad

HAER: fear the beard, it is old and unruly, seasonal

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.»

XTRA THOTS:«Three things impel a cyclist: Defensifness,

Assertifness AND Intentionality.» and «It's hard

werk to be the chaplain of a Prison-Haus.»

TEXT: Tuesday, Novembre 16th, 2o1o...MIAMI is on the move.

But HE wiln't be far away--he's taking up the second floor

of the next haus on the alley. It is much more spacious

AND he gets his own kitchen AND shunky [with bathtub].

It's definitely a Positif schtep for him. Meantime, the

first unit of this stalag becomes available to members of

the current Fraternity. WHO should take it? i could make

my move from gamma=dog to Guardian with Blessings from

the Concierge. CHICAGO could transition cleanly closer to

the Lanai with incremental new Responsibility; AKRON of

Unit Two might opt for greater coziness matcht by less

finestral Solar brightness. (The occupant of Unit Five is

not a contender; HE is newest and Probational.) Time is

short & there oughta be a meeting of the minds! Of gourse,

Our Quakerton benefactor could also simply Advertise the

first floor to A greater new Person all=to. *iPondre*

Mercifull Mothre! it's getting quite hard to upcatch my

own=self on what's Happening! i haf been Serving extra

hours on the cleaning crew with MONICA & CATHY both...on

account of MONICA has half retired from Her great calling.

{Someone has to tidy up the Prison cells & the Conference

rooms} That is: i am cross=trained to Good usage for the

minor majority of Parish people. Whenever there's a patch

of extra Cabeej, i'll take hold of it; my whole fangdambly

Taught me that much. [yet~it only goes that far Again^.]

The werld is turning on a dime and on a worm...i had

forgotten how schlow the buses Are compared to byking...

My fone=cell needs a Battery...my feet require warm and

anti=wet Boots for the coming Season...i should grade=up

my Schpectacles toward Schporty bifocalism [i only need

Glasses to see Disdainfully, Distantly] And~WHAT will i

get MILEY for her Eighteenth birfdé??! These are much for

a Progressifly positif person...Him whom CATHY called,

"Refreshing", on a recent JEEP© ride 'home'. ~slac~

ware

2010-10-15T15:47:00.000-04:00

And i schtill found the time-in-day to warsh my Whites. [1o-o9-o9]

+And if You're just joining the Schtory...the Concierge went,«You

guys think this is All fun and games...You'll learn.» i went,«Not me!

i am serious like a heart attack.» {i thrive on chaos with Drama}

Septembre First, MIAMI treated me after his werk & mine to a

coupla pork chops; i had sauerkraut mit mein. Symbiosis^

Second, after the comings & goings of the hausmasters, INDIANA

retourned for his toiletries; i remembred to put out the Trash.

Third, WE were short=handed & vehicularly challenged to refresh

the Food Pantry~Pastor JAMES and i werkt top-side AND we some

how made it all in Afore the next meeting. The QUAKERTON installed

a bike=rack on the veranda so that no future Person would ever try

to lift their bicycle up the schtairs into a 'room'. White Laundry.

Fourth, Acause the Concierge is ever=present in his electricle retire,

i must depart the premises earlier & earlier evydé! Schtrange that

one cannot put togethre neithre a decent break=fast nor the seemly

lunch dawn upon dawn; i drain my moka and warsh the cup out, so

i can pedal toward my Peacefull Parish. [5.4 miles in 45 minutes, at

7.2 MPH average & 15.2 maximum] There were also independent

thinkers coming to my Yard, moderately, BUT they were set=off by

cute KAREN, golfing BOB and a certain soul-mate, SHARON. {She

is only evre-present on account of her Mother is an organist in the

Tradition of GRACE & EVELYN, my music teachers} Tumult!

Fifth

Sixth, This was the forced day-off, the taking out of my Aerco unit,

the day that DONALD found a ten dollar note upon the schtreet.

{i do not lose HAMILTONS upon HAMILTON Avenue, yet i find federal

Franklin Delano dimes where=ever Adhenoi sends me} Acause i was

free & easy to attend the town Faer, i attended the marionette show,

saw the big tigres, the Lion & ligre...watcht the frisbee-dog show for

a final Time AND visited my old neighbourhood friend, WALT, ran into

co-publik werker MATT & his wife, bumpt into ABIGAIL, our old papre

girl AND Dave of the high skool as i wandered aimlessly unto dusk.

It's not that i meant to connect with my Peoples at the faer, yet it

could not be helpt on account that i was off. [Mack used to say,«Am

I off? I've been off for years!»] And i put out the greasy garbage.

^That is not all i remembre of Septembre, but it'll do for Now.

It's the ides of Octobre already AND i can't catch my flanks with

fifteen fingres! Less=the=Never, i shall endeavour to make a

general report of the type i never do--on account of i might not

get anothre better idea Until Novembre.

Thursday, October 14th, 2o1o...the haus is filled with good people,

including CHICAGO, who had to retourn from visiting his ailing

Father in Puerto Rico & his Mother in Chicago. The cheese factory

held his job for him AND the concierge permitted him to alight in

the nearly next room of his [an Improvement for CHICAGO]. The

rest of the boys are behaving themselves, mostly, keeping it clean,

not causing upsets & paying the retired electrician, QUAKERTON

concierge in a Timely fashion. {i don't play with such things~my

seven Stays are Always covered on pay=day} Folding horth^

For some reason, the Welfare office increased my food stipend.

i'm not gonna complain of it to any=one! i am not hungry [nor too

thin] AND i make best use of loaves when they are Available...

{Give us this dé our bread, our to=day bread, Our amorro manna} My

health is fantastic acause of this...i eat the good food, the fresh food,

i Excersize bettre than any Person i know of my age. i bicycle and walk,

i showre & shave Appointedly, i carry my=self among all my friends

like a man as tall as i am. My soul is clean and clear on waking and

schleeping, day upon day~but i am too humble to take pride in it.

In Polytryx~there will be a sea change...WE must not forget to hold

'radicals' Accountable to schtate=wide Constitutional Conventions,

in every State & even unto the Contiguous congress, The Time is now

AND Now is the time. If the government of Chile can save its miners,

WE can preserve Ourselves. Just sayin', a thot=after. ~faer-way-slac~

rafe

2010-09-11T09:07:00.000-04:00

I am only a Cloud of the mist of the Vapour which

obscures the Mountain...etcetera

Love 2 Love the werld ~slac~

Happy Labour Day and batten down the hatches. Advise of else

as time passes~~~it is Quiet within the Eye. ~cloudyslac~

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...

Tuesday, September Seventh, 2o1o...Part Two opens:

August 26: There was no bread for me at the soop kitchen.

August 27: i met the new #2 man who is actually named after

a city!? Do i thus profesy? He is younger some and pale.

August 28: Almost left my gifted rüchsack at the gas station;

an elderly couple brot me a bag=lunch of PB&J with else.

August 29: After cherch, my Presbyterian surrogate father

gave me three (3) passes to the town Faer.

August 30: Acause i also wheeled downtown to my Credit Union,

the byke numbres were thus: 8.62 miles in 1:12:24 (one hour &

thirteen minutes) at a good 7.67MPH average, 17.99MPH max.

The day of werk was light but filling, including a coupla Visits by

my friend, SHARON, the delightful MORAVIAN. Tarps! And there

was Xcessif heat upon the Yard, but who will remembre it?

August 31: It was the out-moving of the INDIANA kid and MIAMI

was entertaining one (1) of his girls...i thus went to the dollar

schtore for glass Tumblers on account of she could not resign

her=self to drink out of plastic pint containers which pass

for MIAMI's coffe=milk. {i wouldn't beverate outta them either

for the fact that HANE used to piddle into samesuch} It is my

honour to help MIAMI even with the purchase of potatoes. HE

is the Protector of the Porch, as all. *TATCWP*

Septembre begins and i shall surely up=catch it in the resolve

of Part Two^^ ~tolerable~slac~

cask

2010-08-24T10:36:00.001-04:00

'SunDay, the first of August, i took a long, plain showre to benefit

my musculature...byke muscles, cleaning muscles & Ordinaries.'

...continuance... There was drizzle that Monday on the Yard, but it

did not interfere with my commute. For the garbage, i remembered

to toss out the last of the chicken legs which CHICAGO gave me

long before he left. {why take a chance with old, old thighs?}

Acause i was 'camping' in unit five, i set the ROCKY television to

wake me for antecommunion. i cookt new grits and warsht my

dishex. There was time at the Library & bread at the soop kitchen.

i departed the stalag at two o'clock...at three thirty, i schtowed the

bike in the boof, changed my shirt And joined MONICA for cleaning.

It was warm and schticky on the out=side, but cool and delicious on

the in=side. She was kind to drife me 'home' while i left the byke in

the boof. Wednesday, i took my coffee black. i don't mind it since

the hurricane i went thru with my niece and nephew in 1991. One

may have the xtra spexial creamy chocolate moka that i usually

prepare OR one can Arise with nearly nothing, or a caramel soda.

Conditions prevail & camping is fun. Thursday, after SCOTT and i

freestyled the morning office, the Concierge's assistant gave me

a free back=pack. i swore in my earlier life that i would never become

a bicycling, backpacking Bohemian living in the centre of a crumbling

city...yet that i am. {it is a fulfillment of some perverse Kismet of which

i am blissfully unaware} As i werkt with MONICA again, i took the ride

in her truk without taking the byke. That is, i relearnt how to take the

bus and walk this especial week. Friday [day four of sub=camping],

the television woke me again for a plain showre, a nicely listed

litany And the reschtock of the METHODIST pantry. It was DEB who

droppt me off to acquire my money ordre for the week, and it was a

light refill of that pantry as well [three vans full]. It was the afternoon

bus i took, to walk past the Islamic centre, to detrash & schweep the

Parish police department, to clean the Administraxn as well, to munch

on MONICA's delicious sequestered spaghetti, to grab the bicycle and

toss it onto her truk=bed for the ride home...a myriad & multiplicitous

day and evening to Accomplish the All! There would be bologna OR

tuna sandwiches waiting at the end of such journeys, as cappers of the

nights which shorten as Septembre comes. i am glad to have all these

friends~and all the ones which will be added day after day.

~end of Part one & to be continued~ -author-

shon

2010-07-13T11:05:00.000-04:00

Tuesday, July 7th, °9--«continuaxn» Bright and early last

Tuesday, the fierce foursome had real coffee at the bistro.

We also had a hearty breakfast at our best favourite diner.

After that^ we strained and rushed and broke our souls to

dislodge the contents of the big Apartment toward the rooming

row. Yet with all the frenetic whirlwind of hustle, my brothre

and i still managed to get into a minor car accident.

My staff=sargeant did the last of the car=work while i rode

my bicycle from one to t'other, the comfy place to the more

interesting one. We All schlept like tops...

That evening, i met Señor BORGES on the porch. We had a fine

confabulation, altho he is moving to a better building. Amigo.

Thursday, i ate my grits al fresco, checkt my e=mail at the

Library & fulfilled my Application for a second SocSec card.

Had lunch with the Lutherans. Wandering away from the Library

again, i found a free bus pass tosst in the trash! i used it

to travel to the old place, where my former LandLord helped me

put Pop's box=spring and mattress & my Jewish godmom's comfy

[but ratty] chair to the curb. He noted that we could put extra

bulk items out because,"I've got four units here...the collectors

don't know if it's all from one Apartment." Saturday was the true

Holiday for me so i managed to launder my dirty clothing at the

coin=op in Town. The firewerx that night were barely visible through

the alley--but we enjoyed them less=the=none. *end of Part Two*

~slac~ ^posted to SLACKTOWN as vome on 7/8/9^

«To Serve Man» by the Cannamids... [reposit of 7/14/o9]

The Sun=Day after Independence day, i rode my bicycle to cherch.

But i got there too early at first & too late at last! Never mind~

my Pastoress allowed me to have some cake and coffee for the

cruise back into Town. Somehow, i found a free newspaper in the trash

near a small groxery schtore! The black cherry soda i had cost me 35¢.

After stowing the bike in my 'room', i walkt to the ART MUSEUM. {this

is also a religious act} Later, i poppt into a raucous Spanish

service on Tenth Avenue. Big musica... At six, i fell in with the

closest Presbyterians; we sang and studied one of the Psalms. At

GRESSER PARK [anothre cathedral] while the brass band played

i bumpt into my exercising sister, Cat. She is now mostly caught

up on my most recent camping adventures. Mild. Altho i waited

diligently for my regular bus on Monday at Tenth Avenue, i was

spirited to werk by friend and customer, BOB. Acause of the current

wonderful weathre, the Yard was mobbed for most of the day. Nice

night to walk as well. Tuesday--You haven't lived until you've

shaved in the kitchen sink using a steel pot cover for a mirror!

The lunch pantry was well attended but the salisbury steak was very

tough. Blueberry pie made up for that. i bussed to the career centre

and tweaked my résumé. {to think of all the address & fone numbre

changes i have yet to make} On Wednesday, drifer JOHN showed me

how to attach the bicycle to the bus. He gave me a gold star when

i unhitcht it at my werk stop. MAISY was kind to call me near the

end of Business and update me on her brother=in=law's progress at

the Houston hospital; his cytoreduction apparently went quite well.

Prayer! i rode the bike 'home' in 53 minutes. [it's mostly downhill

from the Parish into Town.] Xilerating and not at all hazardous.

Thursday was anothre gorgeous day to walk & ride, eat Sloppy Joes,

run a small laundry, attend an ART Reception AND meet a new

upstairs roomy. He is not much happy to be in transition, but

he is a pleasant Fellow. "Drama, Drama" Friday, i gathered my

rent from the bank and the credit union, scored the needed

money ordre AND just missed the charity van at the old Place.

Mere moments! It turns out to be just as well~cause JEFF has

people interested in the remaining detritus. {i'll miss that

dark mirror and Hane's final chest of drawers...}

That evening i finisht some ancient chicken soop and chekt out

Mike's bingo on Tenth and the Mall. No Mike. Some days are just

like that. ~slac~ ^posted as byke to Slack--the Log & to SpaceMy^

- - - - - - -^reposits^- - - - - - - - - - -

o7/11/2k1o~~The beautifull, beauty=full Rain came Yester-morn; it was

the welcomest thing in all the week! But it did prevent me from cycling to

werk. Also, the concierge and his compatriot came early enuf in the wet

to purge JERSEY's room. Which also made me leaf early for the j-bus.

{i've not forgotten how to ride the publik conveyances.} i walk well with an

umbrella and non=anti-wet boots. The Yard itself was lightly attended yet

perfectly equipt. Customer friend MARTHA came three times when the

sun reappeared...This^ whirlwind, tumultuous week=end continued from

my walking settlement into the less humid Risingness. The lord and his

leige poppt back into the dormitory at 0745 antemeridian, just after my

showre & third moka, with intent and meaning to polish a great many

linoleum® tiles on the second floor. {the concierge must already have a

'biter' on JERSEY's pad} It was too up=heaving for me to haul out my

wheels and travel Perfectly...so i walkt the dé away again. It's good for

the pedalling muscles to periodically surrender to the pedestrian ones.

One may notice, of late, that i'm missing my grand breakfasts; yet i

make up for their Absences as the dé wears on. And~i never forget to

take my medicines with prayers. This^ is my testing Strength.

Thereof~i schpoke with an afflicted one by the Fountain at the park,

i took in a populous Baptism at the LUTHERANRY, i gleaned the NOSH

of melon=slice & half a bagle in the PRESBY cellar Afore my buddy,

SCOTT, lookt after the offering of the meal. [NB: my schmall cherch is

schtill lacking a Musician to lead its chanting; WE make a good sound

when WE try hard enuf] Then, discovering that the polishing trial was

incomplete, i went to the ART Museum! Such bright sun, such cool

places to visit; why would any=one remain in their Troubled tent?

it pondres me Acause i have been camping almost five (5) years now.

What are the bettre conditions which might prevail?? ~rhetorically

& syllogistically~slac

norm

2010-06-21T09:42:00.001-04:00

Female clerk: "You have ninety minutes for Lunch; we don't care

what you do in those 90 minutes, as long as it's legal."

- - - - -slac~in~jury~land- - - - - -Thursday, 16 June, 2005^

Yesterdé was flag day, but i was busy, busy at the Yard

uberfilling the bins with storm damage and what=not. AND,

making stern Correxions to the infrequent 'Independent

Thinkers' who clog the lines with a sense of entitlement.

{werk smart not hard, i often say} Schteamy saterdé. ['o8]

Saturday, June 18, 2005....[what! anothre reposit?]

A cautionary note for recent grads~It's a dangerous werld out there,

even though you think your Education is over. Regard the fambly

Holloway and their pain---ponder the lives cut short by over-exuberant

Partying. Cry out against random criminalities. We adults may have

frogged up this place, but it's your WERLD now! Be careful. Much.

Happy Fathers' Day! I've got enuf cards and scarves & funny Boxers

myself...I wish i knew who keeps sending them. Anyway~Dad may look

like a protoplasmic ATM to you, but he has feelings too. Plus+, he has to

live with Mom. Smooch the grizzled old geezer when he least expects it.

{the things which were true and actual in the past, continually recur}

Friday, June 18th, 2o1o...Welcome to the Hotel symbiosis. It's a lovely

Place & i'm the manager of the second floor. As MIAMI guards the gate,

i schtand firmly with utility & humility at the top of the Schtairs...it is

the best werk i've ever done. But enuf about me. There are dozens of

Persons i am exquisitely connected to and through. True dat.

Sunday, June 20th, 2o1o...acause i am the Father of my own miseries,

i'm gonna recount some of the past which has escaped previous

entries {Quoi?} Last SunDay, i brot sauerkraut to the MORAVIAN

cherch picnic; how would Blair's flock eat hot dogs without it? [it is my

second such outing--i fear i will become known as the kraut man.]

Monday was multiply blesst: the new Roomy, INDIANA, ferried me

to werk in his borroed car; my one Italian elderman customer gave me

a Toaster=Oven. [Toasters in the bunkhaus have been routinely

destroyed by MIAMI; i'm gonna wait a bit to bring this gift 'home']

Also, some=how, the concierge put out the garbage and nothing was lost!

The walk home was three and a half (3½) times as long as a bicycle

ride, which makes one Appreciate the invention of the wheel. {Does

a bike have one wheel in front of the other OR one wheel behind the

other?} Tuesday morning, after the antecommunion, SCOTT was kind

enuf to let me change my rear tube Yet again; he patcht the tiny

puncture that i had incurred last week. Ergo~i have a functional bike

and three (3) tubes. The lunch at Saint Paul's was adequate, and who

can fault free=food? The bread was 'ebony & ivory' yet it molds too

fast. {i took the lunches this week on account of the shortness of my

Memorial dé earnings} For these and othre sins, i was Commisioned

to warsh the schtanding showre...Five (5) men can go thru a lot of

showres in a Summer & the Soapiness doesn't clean itself.

There are many gifts which Presently come my wé Unbidded: CARL,

the customer who has Advanced lung cancer, brang me a tiny flashing

light which can be attached almost any=where SO that people can see

that One is walking or riding on the mean streets. {it pondres me much

with all this gear whethre i am riding the bicycle Or that the bicycle is

riding me} Customer/friend DON came by in the afternoon to show me

pixtures of the last Aer=Show he attended. It is part of my employ

after ten (10) seasons to entertain the lives & loves of my clients! They

are bettre to me than i am for my=self, goes a lyric i scarce Amembre.

Thor'sDé, STONY did not haf Time to do the morning office acause

he had to take his new car to D-Town. It was a schmall pity considering

that a new Person had come to Pray with our mere two. WE clapst

hands and did the Great supplication togethre. For the rest of it, i went

late to the EPISCOPALIANS, with Ellie in the chapel. Only the second

Time. Hey! it's right off my living room that's fillt with squirls. Mop!

It was the bike all Friday to the Food Pantry, and WE had just the

perfect numbre of People to do the werk. The efficiency of the restock

is nearly constantly Improving; i am glad to be partnered with it.

DELROY had a good time chuckling at my Pianoism as well...i go where

the instruments are. [it may be said,«Slac goes to cherches becos there

is music there AND he can sing & play.» i won't argue agin it.] Plink!

That night, in solitude, i finally warsht my dark, dark Laundry.

Of Yester i will say it wasn't as Crasy as it has been, 'tho WE filled the

entire six (6) roll=offs to Topping. Customer DALE came at one thirty

and askt me,«Where's the guy in charge?» It was the best ride up AND

the best ride back, alltogethre, undre summer skies, warm & sunny.

Aday was just as good, of a consideraxn. That^ wheeling~slac~

teal

2010-06-04T15:12:00.000-04:00

Post=Primary Posit...[edited from Previous]

An omnibus numbre of Democrats failt to endorse Arlen

Specter as their Senator. Or so the headline stated in a

Newspaper i don't buy. Such things ever happen in yearoff

Elexions. Isn't it far past the time WE called for a Convention

of the Constitution? In the Nation AND in the KeyStone?

{i voted for a great many losers, but i voted less=the=none}

TITLE: That Recycling Bicycling Bagman [with a nice a**]

MOOD: afflicted, assailed and insulted But never indicted.

MEMORIAM: ART LINKLETTER & MARTIN GARDNER, GARY COLEMAN &

DENNIS HOPPER, LENA HORNE...and many others

PRESSURE: 110/80 pulsing 99 [after biking to machine]

The field report: All the canines i meet are well=bred,

well cared for AND always Happy to meet me. There have been

screeching Cats in the morning, caterwauling as they do.

Yet~iffen WE play jungle=music into the early dawn, they

feel rutly embarassed and move on. Birds and bunnies...

Black Bags: we have an aschtounding lack of them, a non

Plethora of devices for disguising our wonderful Garbage.

The Concierege will breeze through Amorro to correct the

situation, i am nearly sure. He might could also install

the AerConditioning that CHICAGO needs much more than I.

Thursday, June 3rd, 2o1o...we join our schtory in Progress:

Whither went MAY? i used to journalise on a much more regular

basis; now, i cannot find the Time to check my filtered email

at the Liberry! i've kinda misst Mothers' Day, Memorial Day

[the liberry was closed that Saterdé & Mondé] and even BLADE's

birfdé on account of it. {i get the creeping feeling i'm just

gonna get behinder and behinder in a rotary fashion} The lord

of the manour was good and busy all week Putting the bunkhaus

in ordre for the Season & shewing that empty Room which has

become filled. The engineer also came for me the Sun=Day afore

Memory--WE launcht at Our greek diner, walkt the Flowre Park,

Snatcht up ROCKY at the Gresser Park, took in that Persian

film [i see a movie every two years whethre i need it or none]

AND got Our collectif hot dog king fix. His white sedan is a

grand improvement over the black one, thru no fault of me that

WE drofe black beauty through multiple schtates in And-Seven.

Anon~i do not know where the TURTLE travails; he picks up and

leafs in Momentous & Momentary terms! i navigate Whence...

Of the Global & Local polytryx, i scratch my head incredibly.

There are amazing disastres on every Peninsula, in every Gulf,

on every schtretch of Earth that has been graced from on High

AND the children are forever fighting & quarreling over them!

CUT THE CRUD! it's a small delicate space=ship. Learn 2 Live.

Also--the Keystone Kops have tried to pass a very divisive

piece of radio legislation telling the Junior licensees that

they cannot fone=cell behind the wheel BUT all their Parents,

Guardians & Judges can?! What the fuggle??? Try passing a more

comprehensif ban against the manual dialing that kills. Vero.

So there i was, wind=schprinting toward the donut shoppe on

a slowly deflating rear tire, when a Platinum blonde called out

to me,"I like your A**!" Called i back from my gifted schteed,

"Thanks! i werk on it!" What kind of girl shouts out at a rider

from a fast moving car for such an Encounter? Overmore--i was

wearing my loose carpentre jeans with full pockets; why must

i endure this degrading feminist commentary? Acause it has come

full circle to me, as the wheels turn under me. Gracias.

--the tanned and muscular [mindful] slac--

joyo

2010-05-07T14:20:00.001-04:00

Friday, May 7th, 2o1o...much lies ahead of me,

and much lies behind me. But it is a maisy day

to enjoy the sun=shine and bicycle the Walley.

TITLE: «Two wheels, schpinning efficiently»

TEMP: breesy 60s & 70s, sunny for screening & pleasant enuf

MUSIK: some annoying autotune ballad in the Neighbourhood;

it's a new release and someone is running it all=the=time

OCCUPANCY: 80%

PRESSURE: pulsing 74 with meds, 123/79 [post cycling]

FOOD: chicken soop made from CHICAGO's gift of meat

TEXT: The 21st of Avril found me in the boof composing post

cards to the west=wise contingent--my Nephew in JAPAN as well

as his parents on the Left coast. Eastertidings for them.

Thor'sday after, MIAMI had his InterWeb reconnected; he's a

real mess without it. That night i attended an art reception

at the art Skool. Friday i visited the Market and purchased a

tire tube for Rocinante [the bike]. Saterdé was busy at the

parish Yard, but TURTLE & MAISY managed to fone my office

during the evening lull. {it is ever good for the Engineer to

schpend Time at the seashore} Athen~it turned rainy and cold

for the midst of the month...Tuesday, the 27th, SCOTT repaired

my back tire AND i've been cruising solidly since.

The BETHLEMITE and i had to repair the cleaning lever on the

stove that week; the concierge had werkt it to the 'point of

Failure' but i broke it. Then he got to go back to his place.

The last day of April, the food pantry took in eleven thousand

two hundred and thirty six (11,236) pounds of Nourishment; i

was top=side feeding the boxes onto the Conveyor. That was also

the Day i rescued my scrips from the box=schtore, by bus AND by

bicycle. Tuesday last, i revisited the soop kitchen after a long

absence; the cherch was also having a funeral upstairs. That

night i trimmed my Amish beard...i still don't know what i'm

gonna do with it in the coming days. [suggestions?] Wednesday,

i rode the bike toward werk as well as back; with an early start

and in the correct Ratio, it was a grand tour. This morning, i

used Rocinante on many required errands. *Here* i sit in my

squirlbox, composing an up=catch so i can ride a half block to

the Liberry... Hey! i dang near forgot how many HolyDés and

BirfDés and Anniverses there is at the beginning of this spexial

month! It's amazing & that BOOKFACE thang ain't professin' my

progressin' [yet~it's a good thing i don't have all access to

the WEB like i once did] ~pollinated~slac~

dopy

2010-04-13T11:53:00.000-04:00

A good shave would probly endear me to my very

own Customers on the morro; that could Happen.

{i travel fast & fervently with Companions and come

to nearly Nothing; it's my VITALISM.} *BOOTS*

Mondé, April 12th, 2o1o...and it's been so long since i even

bothered to make a good shaving! it's like i can never schteal

more than a few moments for my=own=self in the Bunkhaus.

[STONY tells me it's Healthier for me to Live in community.]

Yesterdé, it was ne'er so crasy on the Yard, BUT i did haf to

send a Customer home. He brang grass...i explained that he

couldn't leaf it with me...he off=loaded the remaindre of his

yardwaste...THEN, he shovelled the grass into the bin also.

So~i Xplained it again, handed him the Parish brochure And

sent him on his Way. {he'll hate me for awhile for being such

an hard=ass, but i've already Forgiven him his transgression}

Wèzné night was werse for anothre thing~one of the Parish

code officers brot a tarpfull of Yardwaste, i helpt him place it

in one of the full bins, AND my ishpod came loose and fell in!

This is a disastre for my little musik machine, which is after

all a GIFT from my Sister...i am Praying to Anthony that it

wasn't crusht NOR destroyed, but that it will retourn to me OR

that i will find it upon Visiting the county facility this Tuesdé.

[i can't image such a delicate object being summarily tosst out.]

Meanwhile~the rear=tire on the bicycle has lost and gained

aer a numbre of Times in the current week. i rode it flat for a

mile afore filling it Wednesday night on the commute. These are

complex matters for a simpleton--grading up the bike, Visiting

and paying the Doctor, chasing miscreants off my sweet Werk,

forbearing the bunkhaus dramas as they happen, AND holding my

Sanity in Perfect harmony. Perhaps.

Thank goodness i haf a genie looking after me from A-far.

raif

2010-04-03T10:15:00.001-04:00

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~

Tuesday, March 30th, 2o1o...as usual, i schpeak too soon.

MIAMI sent his girl=friend away yesterdé as i was at werk.

He said something to the effect that 'she wasn't the Person

she made herself out to be.' i consoled him,"i'm not the person

i pretend to be either." Friday, April Second, 2o1o...and no

sooner had He sent her away than he was wiring money to

anothre girlfriend! {i should haf such problems, and such cash}

Wèzné, after learning that MIAMI needs to cut out all his

refined [white] foods, i bicycled toward the bus=stop afront

of the Ukey cherch, where i met my community college friend,

JOHN. He told me the sad schtory of How he was robbed of his

wallet & celfone at knife=point the night before. i did not tell

him that i, myself, haf become very Aware of situations posing

Endangerment since i was assaulted in that very cherch park

lot in 1993 (Nineteen-hundred and ninety-three). Crime and

evil are evrepresent in the modern werld. Once werking, i would

make a list of my customers...MATT the publik werker, BOB &

his wife [they gave me the bicycle], ALICE, DALE & MORTY [he

werkt with my Pop & is Episcopal]...DON who loves aerplanes,

KEVIN who met the engineer, LINDA who signs my pay=stubs,

Italian FRANK and DENNIS, the Jeep drifer. All them i serve.

Thor'sdé, i saw the BETHLEMITE roomy off on his bicycle and it

made me late for the morning office. {it's not good for a man

to sing alone in Jah's temple} Later, at the METHODISTRY, We

set a record for Food collection...Pastor JAMES called it six tons

(1200 pounds) and even with the conveyor belt, We all felt it!

Also~by anothre pastoral miracle, loaves came by car. The cherch

basement was fuller than my Dumpsters® by almost. It was truly

a perfect schpring dé to do such a thing. A good mandatus...

i finisht the guest=soop while palavering with CHICAGO.

Aday was bike=riding day in the wonderfull sunshine; the market

was ubercrowded [i go for the free samples]. TERRY gave me the

yester-papre & i wisht wholesome holydés to Irish JANE and MARK

of the Café on Eighteenth Avenue. This was after i schpent the morn

in the Liberry & afore i checkt the food stamp damage for a stalk

of Celery. {one can get around quite nicely on a Huffy® bicycle}

Amorro should be a bear at werk, tho i am to=it=up AND the Rising

Day shall be enjoyed with CAT and her kindren. SABAOTH~i must

amembre to schprinkle lamb's=blood on the doorway of the bunker

afore the long sun sets...Wouldn't want the DeathAngel taking any

of me nor Mine. There will be more pedaling as well. ~wheeltslac~

NB: i also caught up with ED & JEFF of the mansion Neighbory...

They know i am doing well to ride into Them on two (2) circles.

kerb

2010-03-19T15:02:00.000-04:00

Happy Joy Joy to my eldest Nephew. [3-19]

And a Happy Joy Joy to Cat as well, [3-20]

on *this* new spring day. [3-20] I sometimes

forget that her special [day] folloes the

othre one, diurnally & often Vernally.

Fryday, March 19th, 2o1o...my mood is bright

and breexy, like the weathre. Oy, bonito! The

yard was greatly attended Odin'sdé, with many

regulars asking after my bicycle. It was again

today that i took her for a little schpin; i have

acquired a lighting system for her. That is, it'll take

me a coupla weeks to change my shape from

walking to wheeling. Last Saterdé was definitely

not the one for riding--too wet and too windy,

almost tornadic. SunDay was wet as well, and

even more=so for the baby who was Baptised

in the cherch where i catch the W bus. [i am

thus an extended godfathre of a boychild whose

last name is IRELAND?!] Oh! MIAMI is the great

provider of eggs for the haus, having an amigo

who owns or werx a farm; MIAMI [mi amigo?]

also gave me a portion of chicken soop which

came likewhere. {it is difficult for me to imagine

one of the hens which has given us so many

good brown eggs also being killed and cut into

the fresh soop} But~all this talk of eggs and chyx

is taking attention away from that coming fertile

bunny. Life! it schprings forth in Good Time...

JERSEY kinda misst the time=change even

though i had told him of it Afore he reclined that

night in his own rack. Perhaps, my people were

dismayed by the haercut Señor LOPEZ gave me

last Fridé; it is too short & will take long to grow

back out again. {am i less of one [1] person

residing in a squirlbox for the census on account

of having lost my dusky lox?} Pastor Stone thot for

a mere moment that i had joined the Corps?!

[Of which he was a member while my elder bro

served in many of the same places. *hmm*]

Of what's to happen to my iconic & schkraggly

beard during these High & Holydés--i shall permit

the word & spirit to move that blade and hand.

~bracketed~slacketed~non-brisketed~slac

axes

2010-03-05T12:27:00.001-05:00

Fambly Mystery Solved! There are No extra spurious A's in the

natural name, Catherine. She was born & baptised just as you

see it, regardless of the DIOCESAN cherch title. 2.21.06

Tuesday, February 20, 2007...It was me driving through that

blinding snow=squall between Frederick and Alexandria. On

SUNDAY, we travelled South again, this time to visit Kay...

Mondé, February 23rd, +9...The sun did come Out on Saterdé,

as did some regular cuddies. And tho' as cold as was, i pasted my

Xposed face with screen=sun. ...This Year, like millions, i am

renouncing Poverty for LENT. It is a schteep climb.

Sunday, February 21st, 2o1o...the Great Girls were here for

nearly the whole week=end; they brang their entourage of mild

men. [BabaLoo, Harry & the Engineer] Obstensibly to Visit me

in my natural surroundings AND to reconnoitre the storage box.

{it^ is a very DENSE thing to keep so long after estatement...yet

me and the Turtle don't mind tending it a little Forward once}

Dinner! Breakfast! Dinner & Breakfast again! WE measure our

Progress by the fullness of our guts.

Friday, February 26th, 2o1o...it was anothre schnay=schtorm to

remind us that Wintre ain't over. But she wasn't as bad as the

last one. Less=the=Never, she caused my taxes to go behind

yet anothre session. {At least they^ are free to do in one of the

cherch basements} From the late rising, i acquired tarjetas for

MIAMI...bot my money ordre for the Concierge...and coppt that

Xtra Especial laundry detergent for the bunk=haus warsher.

Thursday, March Forth, 2o-1o...Jumping way ahead, by way of

Jumping just back: On Saterdé, the 27th, my first Customer on

the Yard was none othre than TOM who hauls the food pantry

pallets with his truck & trailer. {i recognised him afore he placed

me} There was also anothre truck & trailer of yard waste later.

{things are 'picking up'} Sun=Day, i attended the final mass of

a certain LUTHERAN cherch which traces its history in the Town

to 1917. Alpha & Omega~my first visit happened on their closing

day...the wine was white. They had coffee and cake with their

bittresweet Nostalgia, afterwise. Monday, i finalised my taxes

with LYNNE & BOB in the Moravian cellar--it schtrikes me holy

how many Good things happen in the off=rooms of cherches!

The main accomplish of Tuesday was a mopping of the upper

floor...yesterdé, the bus was crowded with familiars, altho the

drifer was Again different. OH! Schpeaking of public transport:

a very nice girl chatted me up last Saterdé After WE got off at the

shopping centre. [she werx at the big store & also goes to that

college on the W route] Whatever don't happen for Good in holy

cellars, will surely occur as one gets on and off municiple Vehicles!

~believing=the=great=believe, slac~

lure

2010-02-03T09:48:00.000-05:00

The Colonel is another Year older, and ignores his shadow

on such a day. I haven't seen mine today either and it wasn't

for the lack of looking. There will be six (6) weeks of Wintre

remaining, regardless of the actions of so many small brown

furry rodentiæ. ^reposited of o2o2o5^ [or ROBOTS]

Saturday, February Second, and8...my superbol ballfoot

Prognostication is thus: the Game will be won by a team

whose name ends in ~ts. Bet the farm.

Tuesday, February Second, twenty-ten...the Lunch today was

hot dogs, potato salad and baked beans. i had my favourite

bluepie for dessert. i took away a sliced loaf of Pumpernickel.

{many people, afflicted AND unafflicted, don't fancy the dark

breads but i do; i do have a thing against baked beans but

will consume them in the Spirit of Receivership} Last night,

JERSEY put too much berd into his rotary oven and set off

the building alarm. "This is freakin' bool=sheet!", he railed.

Yet~WE should watch our cooking more closely now that two

(2) women live among us. And^ othre machines in Our orbit.

The concierge completed a grand werk o'er the week=end:

installing an high efficiency Warsher on the sun=room AND

finishing the ceiling of the showery AND waxing the first floor

linoleum® AND cleaning out His basement. [he speckt me on

the use of the Warsher by paying for a load And proddled me

to teach the othres how to use it well] It was a long walk to

meet with the MORAVIANS for the Peace and Justice service,

but they All love me much when i am abiding with Them.

Saterdé was bittre [cold] on the Yard, but sister KAY warmd

me with her fonecall about going to FLORIDA! She's folloing

the Mack Rule while MAISY & BABALOO are not [Ireland? In

February?]. i apologise every Year for missing BABALOO's

birthiversary, which falls between certain Memorials and the

Happy Happy Joy Joy of the COLONEL on grundsau Day.

{i don't xpect LOO faults us Forgetting His elderlyness}

Amorro, i will guard the Yard, awaiting waning Wintre and

schweeping away an inch of Schnay; Thor'sDé, i'll pay back

the METHODISTS the repasts which i had from LUTHERANS.

It's all the same boat of fisheringfolk henceforth...

~semiHibernal slac~

isle

2010-01-15T16:39:00.000-05:00

Title: Fortunes of the Faint and Feigning

Feeling: empathy, within and without

dreme: of mail coming to the old=haus...with cat & kids

Fulfillment of dreme: cat's haus has become a mail=drop

for me much as the good Apartment had been for the Turtle

Videre: spits & spots of othre peoples' crasy screens

Listening: birdsongs during a rare thaw, footsteps...

Weathre: bitterly cold but gradually rising

Soop: ham-bean and potato avec parsley and garlic

Puxxles: SuDoKu is not as uninteresting as i first Believed,

altho they are progressifly more difficult as the week wears

Text: Sunday, January 10th, Twenty=Ten...there is plenty of

Holy Water to go around. Oh! Today is the special day when

WE remember the Matriarch [Hane] coming into the werld

even though she also left it behind a scant Eighty years and

six days after. {She slept mercifully on either side of Each}

Come to find, Roomy#5 shares the same birthiversary! Yet

he is well and truly in the middle of the suffering sojourn...

And, as a certified BUDDHIST, i continue to Act rightly in

guidance toward each and every Path. Thot rightly too.

Thursday, January 14th, 20-10...On Sunday night, the

concierge filled his Hotel by lending the fourth unit to a woman

from the islands. As much as i've seen her thusfar, she is very

lovely. Tuesday morning was the rescheduled filling of the

Methodist food pantry. {DAVE said,"Pastor won't allow us to

restock during nice weather."} i also managed to consume a

goodly amount of my Soop, yet could not convince my boys

to sample it. Their loss--as it's one of my best Efforts.

Wednesdé morning, afore werk, i caught a glimpse of LUIS

in his delivery=van; he was the quiet & stealthy Tenant of the

fifth apartment prior to the current one. This^ happened in

the parking lot of my ever favourite grox schtore which still

and always operates in the midst of my three (3) dwellings.

{the Universe assuredly has such nodes and nexi} There was

much to MEMORIALISE this week: from the passings of

the veep's mother and MIEP GIES, who held onto that small

book that Anne Frank wrote...to the many thousands who've

perisht Or are perishing in the nation of Haiti. As ever, i put

the scant power of my prayers toward healing and rescue.

Concluding thots: "You meet the nicest people, when you have

the Need of them." "You become the nice enough person, when

you Serve the needful ones because You remembre meeting their

counterparts." "One can do good by being good, which is alright,

Or One can become good by doing good things, which is a slightly

bettre Way to arrife at the same place." Another mile of Names

added on...and fervent smooches for all ~slack

smax

2009-12-15T16:42:00.000-05:00

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~

meep

2009-11-23T10:07:00.001-05:00

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!

*pause*

baba

2009-10-27T14:50:00.001-04:00

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~

kake

2009-09-10T09:53:00.001-04:00

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.

~slac~

wram

2009-08-14T16:47:00.000-04:00

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

connection.

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~