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Sunday, December 10th, 2006
2:08 pm	a long time ago, i bought a calander a fancily fandangled vixen of pixels sat with me this morning, over cups of coffee and tiramisu. nothing happened i couldnt record, and we're looking forward to a movie at 1130 this morn. lot of the same. i keep cleaning the rooms, trying to rid its space of unnecessary possessions. ... the other day i took a spelling quizzle and i was right 7 out of ten on some sneaky, tho basic, words. my spelling has hit the dunny... of dunnies, k and i now have one completed set of series3 dunnys tween us. i need 2for my own set. she, 3. thommy pychon's new novel 'as been an enjoyable read thus far. i am at page 560 or so; i hope to read some more today. (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 11th, 2006
8:51 pm	how this work? so long. so far away. k is in l.a. having good time with weather and the highschool carnival that is that city. i am waking up hungover and c-c-c-cold. last night i went to see bobby baer jr at the double door. disappointed at the crowd and performances, i walked out half way into their set. enough was had. walked home in rain. woke up with mud smeared across my shoes. a little more exciting was thursday night. watched the first half of the bulls game, a blow--out. hit itp for a quick one or two. the bar was crowded and i found the only empty barstool. guy next to me looked like the mental image i had of k's ex, E. after i heard his ladyfriend refer to him as E, i locked in. starting small talk when she was at the washroom, we chummed it up pretty quickly. having a wealth of info on this cockbite (stories told from K) i danced around with dialogue, asking pointed questions to confirm his identity without a doubt. bear in mind he had no idea who i was. i was shaking from the awesome power shift, and i felt like the crippled victim in a clockwork orange when he realized he had alex. maybe a halfhour of chat, and then he backed from the bar and donned his jacket, ready to leave. i stood up and insisted that i buy him a drink. he had already bought me a drink. when he sed no, i sed fine, shook his hand and sed, "oh wait, i know you from somewhere...." a step back for better footing...."do you know, K....S...?" You should have seen the look on his face right before i hauled off and punched that snotty little face. he was knocked across the bar, his glasses off somewhere in flight, everybody was quiet save for the one "ohhhh shit" i heard. then J came across and tackled me, leading me off into the night by the collar. i think i ought to stay away from the bar for a couple days, or weeks, just to let things cool off. i don't know if what i did was right, but i don't regret a thing. (Comment on this)
Monday, October 9th, 2006
5:18 pm	breakfast with karen bigswellday. shaved. washing laundry. sixty outside and bright a bit sharp. a last day of fantasy life, columbus day, about7weeks since removed from work. and tomorrow i return. quiet in the grotto. save for the fans' whirring. (Comment on this)
Monday, October 2nd, 2006
12:42 pm	girlfriend's roommate is sick, which means girlfriend is sick, which explains why i am sick. in the head. goodbye dusty, the time we shared had it's ups and downs. go bears, monsters of the midway once again. last night the kickball season officially wrapped up with the 2006 kickball prom. held at the hideout, there was a good turnout. maybe about a hunnerd herded in at $25a head for openbar over four hours. the ladies really looked nice. some of the gents know how to clean up nice, too. it was a regular gala, and lotsa booze and young sexy people translates into lots of hook-ups.. case in point, my roommate is escorting his hungover angel to a cab right now...a girl's gotta work... princess and katie are on the way over (everyone took the day off) for movies and bloody mary's. hoo-ha. and in honor of world vegetarian day, i might even use two stalks of celery. i am rereading gravity's rainbow. the read is much more enjoyable this time thru. recently i read an article that points out that Pynchon's niece directs, and stars in, porn. .....phucking fone wont stop ringing... (Comment on this)
Friday, September 1st, 2006
1:04 pm	september superstars coupla hours from now i'll get my didgit checked out. hope it is healing well, but i also hope z doktor's orders includes one more week of rest. this past week has been a holiday, indeed. lots of lazin. mon and tues were awash with cool temps and seattle-like rain. very nice. miss that city. the last 3days have been swell, with lots of quality time w K. that last2 ive felt very much in the right mind to write altho i have not given myself a fair chance to get down to business. on another embarrassing note, last night i bowled a 62. (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 27th, 2006
10:01 pm	inside and just walked him. novoa isnt that good of a pitcher. or a ewer for that matter. difficult. sinister hand is craned at an unnatural angle so i can poke with my L.index. i find my right hand almost commanding the key board by itself...humhumhum buzzing of two box fans and another stand-up unit. K dozing on the sofa. b&w hitchcock tele is to quiet to follow. images, tho, are a gas. cubbies still fightin. somewhere last fryday i became26. that means something, i hear the am stationwgn720 beep at me. it rreminds me its tenPM. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
6:29 pm	blessing in disguise? surgery today. reviewed the xrays. turns out the damn finger was worse off than xpected. they doped me up and put 4 pins in there. man. on the upside, over the past 4to5 years, i have saved mored than enough sick days@work to take off the next (at least)3 weeks and still get paid regular salary. might even need a couple more weeks depending on the follow up. mom and K were there when i came to. pretty lucky, i am. (Comment on this)
Monday, August 21st, 2006
5:36 pm	typing w one hand is tough i dont much like this left hand of mine. sinister. today went back to rush hospitals to have my hand reevaluated. (last monday broke the pinky playing real softball, the 16" variety) yes, well, not only is it fractured, but the bone is twisted, so much so that i have to go into surgery tomorrow. (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 19th, 2006
12:22 pm	blessyou. kinda getting used to the scent of you around. dustmites, spiders, and centipedes. i am surprised to find as much web up around the ceiling crevices in my room. gossamer fiefdoms. actually the daddylongleg hanging by the commode has expanded his domain quite nicely. lastnight i lounged til825. K gave me a lift and we retented *the passion of christ".(shes never seen it, see?) well sourdoughbread and bleucheese, a bottle of fat tire...soon i was asleep. hwahchoO! (Comment on this)
Friday, August 18th, 2006
8:50 am	finally, late last night, after her serpentine airline movie, she calls...i had feel asleep and woke twice. she picks me up. we go to her place, and we enjoy the first night together in what seems like a long time. today/this morning, heard my wretched cellphone alarm and woke without too much trouble. out the door in fifteen minutes, car parked close, we caught all the green lights. stopped at the gas station for gas, coffee, bagel, donut, newspaper, a dietsoda for her and healthcompound stick. 3blocks south to the greenline. as the pinkline rumbled overhead, i knew i had to hustle. ran up steps, two@a time, felt the platform shake with anticipation. the train pulled in, i ran up more stairs, across a bridge, down stairs and mr. conductor kept the doors open. at harlem, the bus pulled up moments after i hit the street. goodday. now. at work 45 minutes early, does anybody care? no. when i am 10minutes late, does anybody care? oh my lord, my head on a platter. stupidboss. (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 17th, 2006
10:29 pm	i dont wanna waddle free tv after a long day. lights are dim. brain frequencies ape. the tavis smiley show. K went to the snakeplane movie. i'm sure she'll enjoy herself. whichever genuine genius behind the hype for this damnfilm should work for my presidential campaign. i just want to fight off the popstank-phenomoflick. and sit in my newly rearranged room i will. possibly fall asleep readin and rise late for work. another4o lashes. dont ask us about damascus again, i told you, eyes are a dime a dozen on the market at this time. strangley, there is a glut of right eyes and, of course, this makes a difference. i watched the news for tweenty minutes tonight, waiting for an episode of the simpsons that would not be aired. so many guns. so many guns. and that damn jo benet. what a creepy distraction from all the other worldy news thats that fit to print kind. fox. Current Mood: eyes hurt (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 16th, 2006
7:12 pm	whatta vaccuum hummm. jeff left today. i hope everything runs smoothly for him, enough with the travelcomplications...what a two weeks. from get-go storm to the last huzzah at itp, opening bean to last handshake. its been surreal. jeff asked on more than one occasion, "WELL, IS IT WEIRD HAVING ME HERE"? and now its downright weird that he isnt here. (Comment on this)
Friday, August 11th, 2006
9:08 am	a midsummer's fling what a mess we go again through the thicket and thistle another weekend to slow me down. i love K, no doubt, and yet i fight the urge to write those *i saw you* or *missed connections* in the local weeklies, or even the mighty craigs list. ex. you: stupid, if you don't respond. me: the best thing that might ever happen to you. when: tuesday afternoon. where: the green line, city bound....i saw you waiting for your friend downstairs. you had legs i would lick right then and there. your eyes were enchanting, your lips were inviting, and the sound of your laughter was like an angel farting....breathless was i when you entered the same car and sat down, not twenty feet away, facing me. from the way you crossed and uncrossed and recrossed your legs i can tell you have excellent taste in underwear. why don't we hook up and enjoy a rollercoaster two-or-three weeks before you realize i have emotionalADD and i notice that you look like a horse when you eat. if you're interested, give me a call. (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
9:10 am	these days man. first tale. something on saturday. i am screwin 'round on the confuser, while watching the cubs game(maddux's last start as a cub!) when the door bell rings. the last few days have been bagdhad-hot, with the heat index around 112, so i am in my boxershorts. thus, after the *dingdong*, i scamper to put on pants and a t-shirt. when i get around to open the (first)door nobody is there. i look down and, gasping, find a banana peel and a rose....hmmmm. the primates have discovered a touch of romance....naturally, i ascend the stairs and find no one, no where. .. k is so sweet to me... (Comment on this)
Saturday, July 29th, 2006
5:13 pm	bow wow chow saturday, oh saturday. beers and baseball on free tv. yesterday aleco and alejandra finally married. that;s a good couple of kids. many years, i hope. so hot. so hot i want a dark cool bar and another kamel redlight cigaret. and yet there's so much more to look for. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 24th, 2006
8:14 pm	sparkreen spider webs on my fingertips, i've found the pen. wowly alone.clean. grantpark dust of softball game finally washed off. we won. extra inning. i had a singel, trippel, and the gamewinning rbi. somebody sign me a sneakercontract. and then yesterday. deliriously dapper out in the field as a kickball umpire. rocking so much plaid, blue, beige, yellow, brown and a diagonal tie, you know the one you like with perriwinkle and chocolate slashes. burnt mustard sounds accurate after two games, in the sun. alcohol was my nutrition. flicked cigaregretbutts my munition. didnt wear sunblock and my face is vermillion. yes, yes, so be it. the day before was a marathon of intoxication, english professors, cocaine, promiscuity, counterfeit accusations, holding hands with stangers, and princess is still vomiting in the corner of the bar. 2006kickbawl pub krawl. in this order, map room, underbar, whirlaway, green eyes, lemmings, piece, the hideout (free beers thankyou) the cobra lounge, phyllis's musical inn, innertown pub, small bar, at at last...the california clipper....did we drink. and, not suprisingly, i broke my phone. hurrah for all the aggrevations of life. i need another hassle. . sought out her smile late last night and had to settle for leaving a letter. fell asleep on the couch, and woke up at 630. calmly left the house and hailed a cab to work, but not before a-pick=me up combo at the alliance bakery of a med cafe, swiss and feta croissant, and blueberrymuffin....the cab cost 40, the grub 8, i'm racing to the poorhouse, maybe they'll have some left over goulosh. Current Music: the thermals (thanx jra) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, July 17th, 2006
11:53 pm	smile on my mug oppressively hot and stormy outside. found my slicker and im heading out in the rain; her volkswagen carmen ghia (sp) will be idling in front in no time. so damn hot. aches of back-to-back doubleheaders. softball today, two wins. kickball yest, one win. from my neck to my ankles, pain. all my life, all my life, cheto. would cry for you if i wasnt so dehydrated, might lose my last drop. funny. the smalltalk in letters. or maybe just in not very good letters. give me h.h.munro and some brandy and ill lose myself, yes sir. and tomorrow i hope to find out whether or not i'm mad. tales of ordinary... my worm grows larger each and everyday. i'm feeding it as much as my own body. i don't know how much longer i can tolerate it's free-loading parasitic status. (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 13th, 2006
2:54 pm	got looseleaf paper, some pens, few crumpled dollars and schemes of the grandiose. six white castle cheeseborgers later and i don't feel much better, in fact i feel worse. i am fighting the good fight, i think, at least on paper. two numbers before landing and i can't use either one. well. i can't wax anymore floor today, since that last coat is still tacky. my dirty footprints have marred the beautiful reflection. damn. i always ruin reflections. oho the aching blogs i couldv'e sobbed out in these last tumultuous weeks. namely, croatia didn't win the world cup. nah. good run of footboll, tho. and down with the italians. i can't seem to get back in the rhythm on my own. the typewriter is locked up for now, the computer is on loan, and my handwriting is only slowly improving. ouch. that pang of disgust again. that feeling to sell as much as i can of my worldy goods, donate or burn the rest, and just up and leave. atta boy, show that damn working world how a true american poet should live, with nothing but spirit and alms. i'd probably get as far topeka and wonder what the hell i was doing, but just the same i sing the song of the downpressed. take this hobo's rant to the salvation army, trade it in for a hot cup of coffee and a slightly worn sportscoat. take me my severance pay and play the ponys. win big and buy a ten dollar cigar and a five dollar beer, it'll be good to get to the top again. and the lady's'll love the stench of success around me so much, they won't even notice my hand slip into their handbag, fumble with compacts, makeup, tampons, condoms, a knife, packs of cigarets before finding her cash. i will take the money and her blade as she twirls her finger in the tip of my beard telling me, bullshitting me, that i am the most handsome such-and-such she has ever seen, and that i remind her of, oh-what's-his name?, that bigtime actor. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
1:23 pm	creaky crosswords holiday afternoon walled up in the grotto. got the tell-uh-vision on, on as well 720am, the weakerthans on the stereo, this contraption. the cubs on tv, muted. the radio on to the game. sandwiches and chips and a fuller ESB hit the spot. this morn took Blackie to the vet. stopped at letitzia;s and got in line behind K's Printer. had an oatmeal chocolat muffin and large soyaulait. i am planning an americano run later this afternoon. i wonder what happened. and a whole mess of tea since then, a meager attempt at fitness, cleanliness, authorship, and i even tried to watch *the virgin spring*. the cubs just surrenderred their two run lead. the game is now tied at3. i ought to go do some yardwork. Current Music: One Great City! (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 18th, 2006
9:24 pm	thats not cool oh no i feel lik ebattery acid regurgitat. sick like i found my first ever girlfriend in the bedding department, or two aisles, of Kmart. it was almost romantic. better well. i suppse i say so. real irony when i hit up an AAmeeting the other evening and, ......that evening...there was an amazing display of nature...i'm watching the simpsons from fivePM. circa 519 of the PM a warning interrupted the simpsons telecast and Rick DeMayo, is his name the local fox news weatherfeller, and warns within muntes that a storm is gonna sock us. and it did. the hail display which i witnessed was unlike anything i had seen in years. like ten or so. sidewalks were covered with a surprisingly evenly spaced hail. and then, in about six, the rain fell and melted all the ice. so yea. i have went for a second time in two weeks to AA. i want a cig right now and havent got one. i could masserbait or play with live journal. no, not true, i could go out and dance. i took the number nine bis up ashladand alighted at cortland. crossed the streete against traffic, only b/c traffic moved none due to the rush houjr, some suicidal embryo, straggling cattle, or political beer run. walked over to cortland/hermitage. the church, which is pretty magnificent, is called St. mary's of. the. something angel. i thnk. anyway. walking towards an open door. i see an old-timer, i take a last drag of my camel light-menthol and flick it towardsa puddle. i look at the geezer again. oh shit. thee guy is Mike, this greycat from way back, owns the bar across from where ei'm stayin, great little place, InnerTownPub, we play kickballfor 'em too, and anyway........ i have made ITP my bar over the last4years. see the owner as i am wlking tawards door. i really want a cigaret. he sees me, looking clear-eyed, and asks, *what arae you doing here* i heard there was a meeting* turns out he was there for mass, locked his keys in his lexusSUV , and was thus locked out from his vehicle. he told me that he "knew all about that shit" when it came to Alcoholics Anonymous, and confided in me that he snuck downstairs, into the basement of the chirch and hustled himself a cup of coffee. go mike. sometimes i call him *senatore* (Comment on this)