it's wednesday now day before tanksgibbing..frank williams has died undergoing heart surgery which is sad but i feel, inevitable due to age and infirmity, rather like my father became before he passed on..I've been sorting clothes in my bedroom..need to go over and let out the cat next door..I open the door for Gracie the dog and here comes the neighbors from up above..pulling a suitcase on wheels, glum looks on their faces, headed somewhere for some reason..lives probably being wasted by their 'trivial pursuits'..not a friendly pair in anyway, more like dogsbodies..and there goes Frank and my dad into the unknown gloom, always productive, always a certainty..the hoarder, in this regard saves a piece of all he sees and knows and wants to 'get back to' to restudy..like Famous Shoes in Commanche Moon, McMurtry's book I just read..the Indian tracker who wants to go back and analyze a thing he finds in the desert..always studying, the hoarder intends to study..intends to learn from, create out of...and does have the available time...what to do? throw away the clocks??
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Monday, November 21, 2016
the hoarders' ethic
yep, we're living in a post nuclear age for sure and I'm just about on top of being one of those above referred to individuals because I've got nothing in the way of true love and family....on the surface..and possessions keep flowing into my space while all around me things are disintegrating...
literally..my son informed this summer such is the case with my house...it's going to topple over on its pins in another year or two...he said...welll..I've done what I can do about that..you throw money at a thing and hope that it'll get better but there you are...it doesn't because money isn't what it takes...relationships...love, passion...all my pension went into seeing that the house was shored up and liveable but when you're the main bait for and this is the funny part...gladhanded extraterrestrial boogies...hehe...what I have to call them...and perenially in love with mr wonderful rc cola...which you can't say because 'they' still hold the patent on the form itself (United Artists and such)...
so I sigh and wonder why it is there's twenty of everything in the house and you can see the confusion of the hoarder's mind...do I NEED twenty of everything??nope..but I have it...how many pair of shoes?? just bought another pair today and promptly got them all wet moving a ...dishwasher, which I already have one of , give to me free, like this one..ok...money is an issue, has been an issue..I think you could say hoarders in general have financial issues that have caused them to blow a gasket upstairs...in face...in my house the upstairs is an attic..and I've had a ladder posted on duty to get up there and empty it and I've been pretty good with that for several months but hit a brick wall when it came to the Halloween stuff..would you believe I have a blue fox fur short jacket in the Halloween stuff..if I could market that somewhere I could earn some bread to make some foundation repairs...and it sits disintegrating in the Halloween stuff along with platform shoes from Mexico that lace to the mid calf (very cool at any age and my size (sp??) because they were my daughter's) well I don't know that the blue Fox is disintegrating but somehow I think Mick Jagger gave that fur to me and hmmm...like that's gonna happen..but once upon a time there was a picture of him in a teen magazine and guess what he was sporting, gripping the mike...well, we called it the
"Mick Jagger special" ever after..because that was the first time we'd ever seen it..for reals...anywhere..and you'll have to figure out to which I refer...
so, the Hoarder's ethic...keep it because it's raining...
maybe it's dry, maybe it's cold, maybe it's the middle of a hot beautiful summer day and you're alone..that's what the keep the garbage thing is...not so much alone as recognizing there were times in your life when things were pretty good...even beautiful...and you aren't living that experience now...nope...you're posted via the ... to a place that you knew was going to be kind of rumcumslie
new word if you look at it in binary.cctt you'll see what I mean..kind an elaborate offworld sort of word to get past having your face seared off with a blowtorch when you walk into grandold macro cumdiddie's world...
hoarder's are fighting giving up..they accumulate...they do not process...process is a big thing...
they're working towards something and they're not sure exactly what that is...they'll find it someday...maybe they drink...and they forget...and they have a concept...and it's not a great one..you've seen them..a little pale from struggling with the attendant agoraphobia that seems to premeditate the anguish of stepping over yesterday's news, piled up ...dolls are a certainty.there's always a few, sometimes many and you know what those mean..once upon a time there was a demon named Chuckie who represented the myriads of dolls we had to face..he's gone and then there was the Insane Clown Posse to whose music I once painted my house and then had it repossessed in favor of the very name 'operation'..aka the first hoarder I ever knew, a gal named Opal Owens..very untrustworthy individual who wrote nice checks...(the doll factor)...so kind of grim this evening..they still can warp the news...these interlopers...if they are such..oh I think they are...and I think I'll have to get up in the attic and get out that blue fox and make myself some dinner tonight and watch the telly a bit and forget we elected donald the rump...and concentrate on a blue tomorrow where things like shingles are a means to covering a roof and not breaking out in a wreath of sore eye @ sis...
there you go, first notes on hoarding...(we hold the roof on while the soviet union tries to blow us all to kingdom come)...
the hoarder's manual page 1
literally..my son informed this summer such is the case with my house...it's going to topple over on its pins in another year or two...he said...welll..I've done what I can do about that..you throw money at a thing and hope that it'll get better but there you are...it doesn't because money isn't what it takes...relationships...love, passion...all my pension went into seeing that the house was shored up and liveable but when you're the main bait for and this is the funny part...gladhanded extraterrestrial boogies...hehe...what I have to call them...and perenially in love with mr wonderful rc cola...which you can't say because 'they' still hold the patent on the form itself (United Artists and such)...
so I sigh and wonder why it is there's twenty of everything in the house and you can see the confusion of the hoarder's mind...do I NEED twenty of everything??nope..but I have it...how many pair of shoes?? just bought another pair today and promptly got them all wet moving a ...dishwasher, which I already have one of , give to me free, like this one..ok...money is an issue, has been an issue..I think you could say hoarders in general have financial issues that have caused them to blow a gasket upstairs...in face...in my house the upstairs is an attic..and I've had a ladder posted on duty to get up there and empty it and I've been pretty good with that for several months but hit a brick wall when it came to the Halloween stuff..would you believe I have a blue fox fur short jacket in the Halloween stuff..if I could market that somewhere I could earn some bread to make some foundation repairs...and it sits disintegrating in the Halloween stuff along with platform shoes from Mexico that lace to the mid calf (very cool at any age and my size (sp??) because they were my daughter's) well I don't know that the blue Fox is disintegrating but somehow I think Mick Jagger gave that fur to me and hmmm...like that's gonna happen..but once upon a time there was a picture of him in a teen magazine and guess what he was sporting, gripping the mike...well, we called it the
"Mick Jagger special" ever after..because that was the first time we'd ever seen it..for reals...anywhere..and you'll have to figure out to which I refer...
so, the Hoarder's ethic...keep it because it's raining...
maybe it's dry, maybe it's cold, maybe it's the middle of a hot beautiful summer day and you're alone..that's what the keep the garbage thing is...not so much alone as recognizing there were times in your life when things were pretty good...even beautiful...and you aren't living that experience now...nope...you're posted via the ... to a place that you knew was going to be kind of rumcumslie
new word if you look at it in binary.cctt you'll see what I mean..kind an elaborate offworld sort of word to get past having your face seared off with a blowtorch when you walk into grandold macro cumdiddie's world...
hoarder's are fighting giving up..they accumulate...they do not process...process is a big thing...
they're working towards something and they're not sure exactly what that is...they'll find it someday...maybe they drink...and they forget...and they have a concept...and it's not a great one..you've seen them..a little pale from struggling with the attendant agoraphobia that seems to premeditate the anguish of stepping over yesterday's news, piled up ...dolls are a certainty.there's always a few, sometimes many and you know what those mean..once upon a time there was a demon named Chuckie who represented the myriads of dolls we had to face..he's gone and then there was the Insane Clown Posse to whose music I once painted my house and then had it repossessed in favor of the very name 'operation'..aka the first hoarder I ever knew, a gal named Opal Owens..very untrustworthy individual who wrote nice checks...(the doll factor)...so kind of grim this evening..they still can warp the news...these interlopers...if they are such..oh I think they are...and I think I'll have to get up in the attic and get out that blue fox and make myself some dinner tonight and watch the telly a bit and forget we elected donald the rump...and concentrate on a blue tomorrow where things like shingles are a means to covering a roof and not breaking out in a wreath of sore eye @ sis...
there you go, first notes on hoarding...(we hold the roof on while the soviet union tries to blow us all to kingdom come)...
the hoarder's manual page 1
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
soo feets in the sand
we're going to have to do something about this state of affairs...first thing is to get ready to fly to dc for the inauguration parada...wearing prada? I doubt it...we'll just do a rerun of the reagan inauguration in which I wore grandpa's army jacket from WWI, same lace to the knee boots..cap over ears...plenty of leaflets..and a sincere spiel about the leaflet being actually a ticket to the new planet discovered that our first nations have determined is a wonderful place for a new 'sub' erb..
that'll work...
that'll be the only time anyone gets to leave this world aware he is doing so and if he doesn't take the flyer and agree to the terms he gets to stay here and dissolve into dust with the rest of the sorry crew that thought it was a good idea to ignore the Minuteman caution broadcast the last week of the campaign...swear we're headed...
that'll work...
that'll be the only time anyone gets to leave this world aware he is doing so and if he doesn't take the flyer and agree to the terms he gets to stay here and dissolve into dust with the rest of the sorry crew that thought it was a good idea to ignore the Minuteman caution broadcast the last week of the campaign...swear we're headed...
Saturday, November 5, 2016
flight of the conchords skit 1
don't remember the dudes' names but there's the two musicians, their music is exquisite and the crappy manager who isn't funny a toll and then the sappy gf that follows them around and is longing to squiddle one or the other of them, apparently she likes one better than t'other but don't remember who's who in that department...anyways chick at BP had their foc shirt on so it reminded me that I could be not enjoying the bp and home writing this instead so that is what I'll do...actually the bp was fine, kids were having a vgt but when I saw that shirt I thought I should come home and write this instead of standing around looking stupid much longer...so here it goes
one guy is winfred one guy is tweet mgr is dumb...
dumb: ok boys, got you a gig
tweet: where is this gig?
dumb: why, it's in Okalana..pay is decent fgor a change
'fred: how so?
dumb: after my cut well, you'll get three lamb chops, a case a beer and twenty dollars
tweet: three lamb chops?
dumb: that's what they said, it's a party in the street
'fred: yeah?
dumb: yep..they called me this afternoon, said they heard your music was 'exquisite' and that you should come play for them, wanna?
fred: do we?
tweet: when is this?
dumb: oh in about three hours
tweet: ahh...tghe laundry shold be outa the drier by then yeah?
'fred: should think so...
dumb: forget the laundry, you got sheila for that
fred: we do, we have sheila for that, shall I give her a ring
dumb: please so...here use the phone
tweet: sheila, can you go to the corner and get our dudes outa the machine? forth and fifth..
fred: fourth and fifth, that's right, mind she takes out the febric softener sheets please and thank you
tweet: mind you take out the fabric softener sheets, put them in my jeans' pocket if you would
fred: right then, how we gonna get there?
dumb: that's all taken care of, they're pickin' you up here
tweet: correctomundo..and we got our guitars with us, so we're good to go..ahh, but combing of the hair
fred: yes yes, combing of the hair
tweet: reminds me of when I had the tiny closegt to myself doesn't it...playing a bp..
fred: yes, indeed...what shall we sing
tweet: imagine would work
fred: our imagine
tweet: yep
fred: how does that one go?
tweet: imagine you were here with me and life was everything it could be
if we
were here
together
ladadada...remember?
fred: oh that's right, plays the chors accorednig to the song...
they sing together acapella..dumb hands them their instruments...they're seen riding to the gig in the milk truck that dumb has wnagled rides for them still singing imagine
imagine you were here with me and everything was as it could be if we
were here together
together walking in the park
together sitting in the dark
watching the stars
all through the night
holding each other tight
imagine...
imagine
believe that this is how it could be if we were where we should be
instead of where we are are now which is nowhere because there
is no you and I it's a fantasy I have been playing in my head
like a record heard over and over I wish I had said can you join me
tonight for a spot of moonlight can you whisper I would and I certainly could
accomodate negotiate elaborate extrapolate anything for you
oh what I would do
imagine
imagine
imagine....
dump: that's a right nice one boys when did you do that?
tweet: oh we been kickin' it around a bit
fred: while we was doin' the laundry actually
tweet: that's right, hope sheila finds all the socks
fred: she will, are you kiddin' me...she'll probably bake cookies to with 'em
tweet: yeah, she'll bake cookies, I could do with a cookie
fred: when we gettin' the lambchops??
dumb: soon's the gig's through, they're bringing you back in the brother's butcher van, he's got a business down the street, the bp is serving dogs and brew and chops and slaw and what else now..oh yeah melons..and you're the entertainment
tween: kool..
music is simple tune in c (of course doodoo dadadadadada doodoo dadadadada doodoo dadadadada..played it at CCH634pmID)
one guy is winfred one guy is tweet mgr is dumb...
dumb: ok boys, got you a gig
tweet: where is this gig?
dumb: why, it's in Okalana..pay is decent fgor a change
'fred: how so?
dumb: after my cut well, you'll get three lamb chops, a case a beer and twenty dollars
tweet: three lamb chops?
dumb: that's what they said, it's a party in the street
'fred: yeah?
dumb: yep..they called me this afternoon, said they heard your music was 'exquisite' and that you should come play for them, wanna?
fred: do we?
tweet: when is this?
dumb: oh in about three hours
tweet: ahh...tghe laundry shold be outa the drier by then yeah?
'fred: should think so...
dumb: forget the laundry, you got sheila for that
fred: we do, we have sheila for that, shall I give her a ring
dumb: please so...here use the phone
tweet: sheila, can you go to the corner and get our dudes outa the machine? forth and fifth..
fred: fourth and fifth, that's right, mind she takes out the febric softener sheets please and thank you
tweet: mind you take out the fabric softener sheets, put them in my jeans' pocket if you would
fred: right then, how we gonna get there?
dumb: that's all taken care of, they're pickin' you up here
tweet: correctomundo..and we got our guitars with us, so we're good to go..ahh, but combing of the hair
fred: yes yes, combing of the hair
tweet: reminds me of when I had the tiny closegt to myself doesn't it...playing a bp..
fred: yes, indeed...what shall we sing
tweet: imagine would work
fred: our imagine
tweet: yep
fred: how does that one go?
tweet: imagine you were here with me and life was everything it could be
if we
were here
together
ladadada...remember?
fred: oh that's right, plays the chors accorednig to the song...
they sing together acapella..dumb hands them their instruments...they're seen riding to the gig in the milk truck that dumb has wnagled rides for them still singing imagine
imagine you were here with me and everything was as it could be if we
were here together
together walking in the park
together sitting in the dark
watching the stars
all through the night
holding each other tight
imagine...
imagine
believe that this is how it could be if we were where we should be
instead of where we are are now which is nowhere because there
is no you and I it's a fantasy I have been playing in my head
like a record heard over and over I wish I had said can you join me
tonight for a spot of moonlight can you whisper I would and I certainly could
accomodate negotiate elaborate extrapolate anything for you
oh what I would do
imagine
imagine
imagine....
dump: that's a right nice one boys when did you do that?
tweet: oh we been kickin' it around a bit
fred: while we was doin' the laundry actually
tweet: that's right, hope sheila finds all the socks
fred: she will, are you kiddin' me...she'll probably bake cookies to with 'em
tweet: yeah, she'll bake cookies, I could do with a cookie
fred: when we gettin' the lambchops??
dumb: soon's the gig's through, they're bringing you back in the brother's butcher van, he's got a business down the street, the bp is serving dogs and brew and chops and slaw and what else now..oh yeah melons..and you're the entertainment
tween: kool..
music is simple tune in c (of course doodoo dadadadadada doodoo dadadadada doodoo dadadadada..played it at CCH634pmID)
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
off and running in a glaringly bright november day
I am in arizona with my daughter and her family. there is a new baby this year, her name is Scarlette Rose and she has just turned oneyear of age. she is presently fussy on the floor because her mother has taken her older brother Harrison to his preschool class. The class meets just down the street but this morning Harrison went by himself without his sister. Scarlett is not happy about this but we have been able to cajole her somewhat about b eing left behind.
I am contemplating a dip in the pool,even though in November the weather is a bit cooler and the water in the pool respondingly so. I am reading Elin Hildenbrand 'the love season' while I lounge in the sun and eat too much. I should have some yhogurt this morning. talking about eating too much. outside the dogs are scratching their hides on the pool fence, erected to keep the toddler/babies out of the poolside area. I have been drawing with my pastels I bought yesterday in Mesa. I did need some pastels. I also got a new sketchbook.which I am drawing pictures of the kids in, their parents are the doting type, this is a pretty happy little home where every moment of the day is its own jewel and treasure. there is none of the unpleasantness of family bickering...it's very restful and inviting. I find my own moments of discomfort have nothing to do with the activity around me, only the adding up of previous times wherein I might have fared worse had I not faith in the times ahead...this kind of momentary anxiety quickly passes in this bright sun and good food, plenty of rest, liquids, exercise, holding babies...playing with grandson in the pool, helping daughter make supper...eating chocolate chip cookies and watching HDtV about how to upgrade my own living quarters...
the reading material isn't exactly classic but it is light and entertaining..I get frustrated with the characters lack of insight but, heck, I didn't write this, someone else did..that is a challenge to an author, how to make their character/protaganist...truly sing!!!!
I am contemplating a dip in the pool,even though in November the weather is a bit cooler and the water in the pool respondingly so. I am reading Elin Hildenbrand 'the love season' while I lounge in the sun and eat too much. I should have some yhogurt this morning. talking about eating too much. outside the dogs are scratching their hides on the pool fence, erected to keep the toddler/babies out of the poolside area. I have been drawing with my pastels I bought yesterday in Mesa. I did need some pastels. I also got a new sketchbook.which I am drawing pictures of the kids in, their parents are the doting type, this is a pretty happy little home where every moment of the day is its own jewel and treasure. there is none of the unpleasantness of family bickering...it's very restful and inviting. I find my own moments of discomfort have nothing to do with the activity around me, only the adding up of previous times wherein I might have fared worse had I not faith in the times ahead...this kind of momentary anxiety quickly passes in this bright sun and good food, plenty of rest, liquids, exercise, holding babies...playing with grandson in the pool, helping daughter make supper...eating chocolate chip cookies and watching HDtV about how to upgrade my own living quarters...
the reading material isn't exactly classic but it is light and entertaining..I get frustrated with the characters lack of insight but, heck, I didn't write this, someone else did..that is a challenge to an author, how to make their character/protaganist...truly sing!!!!
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