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| Life is A strangerWe humans, are the most marvelous life form that the universe has yet created. (universe = God, if you insist, or if She/He insists that you so comply). Go us! I do so miss you all. ...to better days. | | |
| I am free but not released. 21st century world lament. Is there anyone out there enjoying an adventure who is not a spy? I've been drinking pornographic beer lately. Molson XXX. Two more X's than sex. But still no match to crack for a crack whore. I'm not sure whether our culture is now more self-specious or more self-vacuous. Not that it is not necessarily really not much of neither. Culture actually presents to me as linearly-marketed subsets of seductive absorption into self-concealing obfuscations. We are products of our products. We are programs watching programs. I helped an elderly lady catch her little runaway ankle-level dog this morning. I don't care if the dog hates me for life. At least it won't be free to run around and bite me. Than you all for your heartfelt comments on my last post. | | |
| Goodbye, my brother.My childhood hero, my brother Art, died today.
Special Forces sergeant during the Vietnam War, walk-on to the Ohio State Football team- met Woody Hayes who thought having an ex-Green Beret on the team was a very good thing! Left college to become a police officer and helped establish the first SWAT Team in Cleveland - back when SWAT was like super-cool. Studied law and completed law school just to prove to himself that he could, then retired from the police and taught criminal and private investigation in a college to mostly poor but aspiring underprivileged students. Had a lifelong dream to build a log cabin and did so on atop a wooded hill in mid-Ohio with his own hands. He was a formidable warrior, a master craftsman, a great brother, and I will miss him.
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| Goodbye, ObL .A tsunami of activity is underway.
Can't be seen. Not discussed.
Funding is hidden in something called a "Stimulus."
Intelligence has been reworked, missions rabidly deployed.
Right now nobody is missing George Bush more than some guy named Osama.
Will it be weeks? Or months? Moving is such a pain in the ass.
Squeeze the women and kiss the kids...
It's time to make one's peace with Allah.
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| Wheels to the SkyNow, it seems, I only visit Xanga on the holidays: Groundhog's Day last time and Valentine's Day now. So what's the next holiday?...President's Day on Monday. Damn, I'm practically on a roll...
I actually was on a roll last Saturday. My SUV rolled over and over and down into an Ohio country ditch and proclaimed 4 wheels to the sky while inside gas started to drip on me and blood dripped from me. Coming to a stop upside-down, I took one moment to celebrate my core-life, still intact, and then righted myself and climbed up out of the broken passenger window and into open air. Out and looking back in through the broken window, I realized the vehicle was still running with my keys in the ignition. So I climbed back in to terminate the internal (and possible source of external) combustion, retrieved my keys, and climbed out again. Out for a second time, I realized that yet another set of keys (to the country log cabin) - that I had deposited in a cup tray - had been thrown somewhere inside about. So I climbed in again, searched, and found them. And again climbed back out. At that point, nearly completely battered, exhausted, and confused, I walked away....
One week later, no, I'm NOT okay -- I'm still dripping blood onto the keyboard. Just kidding. I'm not that sloppy. I'm dripping neatly into collector basins for resale to vampires.
I've already settled with the insurance company. Now it's time to find a new ride. And heal.
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