the true reality is never the most obvious; and that the nature of truth is already indicated by the care it takes to remain elusive. . . ~~ Claude Lévi-Strauss
OK, '07 ran into 2008 after ALL the collection worth checking out BELOW:

The balance needed to keep the slope from flacidizing precariously, thus guaranteeing tumultuous freefall, requires indisputable affirmations. You go down so fast it's like a freefall. Slopes are manageable until they displace you. The source of the affirmations ultimately connects with you but you must overlay them yourself to have meaning. Usually, this means good words of advice must be taken and actualized to benefit the dilemma. Most surely, just acknowledging these words is not enough. The danger is relying on affirmations so much that they become the substitute for assessing progress. Eliminating the fascination with strange is a primary indicator of entrenchment in our realm. Saying you've got things all together, believing you've got things all together and REALLY having it all together is the sequence that results in transformation. It encourages added assessment from her, validating her proportions. Only seeing what's in front of you is just a slice of the needed perception. Balancing that with what we cannot see is possible with enduring Cirque-like training of the mind and constant application to continually refine. There'll be a piquant moment of appeal tommorow night in the family pew. The quintessential holiday experience.

First of the new majestic realm

the road to nowhere

caroms off the cushion of uncertainty
landing in the bullion of it takes a village
a reminder that human nature sometimes takes your breath
away
tomorrow's challenge to the pursuit of destructive freedom
lies meaningless at the curb
baffled by illusions of getting it right
for all the right reasons
like the perfect child
deserving of so much better
take us through this numbing fog
free us from our conflicting aims
and sanitize the landscape as only you can do

December 25, 2006

Christmas 2006

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough....last Christmas you couldn't reach the highest bough it was so high up. This year the shine's a bit muddled by some trouble in River City, pre-empting joy and anchoring the celebratory impulses. The eternal gift that love prolongs includes the reminder that we can't take off on another magic carpet ride when someone we love dearly is under the care of their pit crew to get them back on the track. The love effect means feeling the pain without retrenching from the high ground that keeps us spared from the seasonal blusies soaking public in their quest for acquired happiness. Our hope is the strength of love's ability to bolster dampened outlooks within the circle to assist in the fix without owning it. For the rest of humanity who would trade places in a second, may this goodness reach all who seek it, adding to the gratitude flowing aggressively in this spot and time. Noël.

December 29, 2006

Sitting on top of the world. It's a beginning of more than a new year or even a new era. It's a realm that neither of us can predict, one that will make every day that preceded today fall into the catagory of how did we ever do it?. Think about it - they were the BEST days in my entire existence, and they'll be apparitional by comparison to what's ahead. Thank you God, thank you CC, thank you family for all the help along the way.

End of transmissions

Valentine's Day 2007

Hardly the way to start a gorgeous Valentines Day, it nonetheless put Dave in the truck, ready to nut up and take care of some nagging business. Connie kissed him as he headed off, hoping he keeps his cool and gets this matter that's nagging him off his chest. Dave found the area where the shop is located pretty much as anticipated, early run-down, low-end, industrial. The guy on the work bench nearest the opening where Dave entered, greeted him with a "S'up?" Dave wandered in the direction to where the guy pointed and summarized the situation to a Julia Childs clone who said it was a matter for the attention of the manager, the very bitch who orchestrated the whole debacle. She handed the phone to Dave, who did a 10 minute point-counter-point with the wiley rebuttalist. He told her the outcome obtained by getting a competent guy to replace the heat exchanger under warranty, the $150 charge for labor that took only 4 business days from the call, and the need to adjust this ho-bag's $200 invoice for installing a 12" piece of pipe and a fitting. He saved his best card for last, the "do this the easy way, and you'll get no complaints filed with the manufacturer or the contractor's board or the __________(fill in the blank with your favorite regulator). He wrote a check for $50 and exited playing the "what else do you want fixed?" tune in his head. The ride home took only minutes and the rest of the day was spent luxuriating in the 'cuzz with Connie and a bottle of Martini & Rossi Asti to lubricate our already buoyant spirits, surging with gratification from the love. Saint Valentine can find a needy couple to draw back his bow and aim for the heart. These two are love struck all the days of life eternal in Dreamland.

Today's ero-news doesn't grab because her grasp is infinitely more beckoning. My fresh memories in solitude aren't relevant any more since the solitude is over. Even now while I'm doing this, anticipation of her pulling in is what inspires me to gather this. Must make a note of ensuring a replacement for the short term memory exercise that the quote, narrative and photoshop provided previously. I took 3 days to get kim bassinger, stalling on michelle pfeifer, know she wasn't her. She's making the best rewards, which resemble a big throw-back, when cutting firewood or tidying up the property used to = quality toot. Showmen vacillate between toots and binness, hall-of-famers use the show to find love, where toots barely make the top 10. That's Okay

March 1, 2007

Feb. 28 was HUGH, as the Big Sis would say: new home for the Q, located on a cobblestone way, break-thru in returning mother to chillen, great feelings hearing the other Will sing Whole Wide World, and sleeping thru the pain.

Why not just make a thing of it that making the world with her is so much rapturous now that she's here to stay. it's the universal signal that keeping it one world needs expandable borders. Unless ALL love is unconditional. Guess the reason I know love when that's true is from conditions which that identify conditions that crop up contrast with their absence to confirm what unconditional means. Keeping every inch of the way references the extent we are every bit unconditional. So gathering all the inches leads to this: the gratitude always credits her first because she is. Monitoring the ambiance expands those limits. Thank you, CC, but eternal thanks to her for making the world worth so much.

4507

Getting dirt from the inside gets more respect than it should. By dirt I mean remember a label on the suits of big $$$ receivers - they'll crimp the tubes of fellow crooks if it gets them off. Don't look at me, look at him. When your angel, who makes the day give the really superb stuff, gives you something you didn't know or believe as true before, it doesn't come dirty. Keeping her in the right approach involves listening, interpreting, concurring and fresh for the following day and is basically what today's all about. Bracketing the day with macadamia nut encrusted halibut w/ papaya salsa from CJs elevated it to uneffenbelievable satiation, at least as much as possible when strife appears within la famiglia. Clot be N O T . There is NO distinction of adversity as a notion that a life in the balance - the life that happens to be felt within us - allows any feelings of being given a gift. But the call is for dealing with some deeply felt grief and still recognizing the cracks which let the light in. And that's where this come in: we need to get perspective from ALL directions, something that means dealing with the sorrow, but focusing on the glory that believers bask in. Seeing what an incredible sib and gumba she is adds the light from being good to the core. How many does life give you to be in the clutch of someone who gets messages from the same place? She can find the right combo then feast on the reward of getting it right. You want that someone in life to be right in core matters almost always (disclosure: it's actually ALWAYS) since wrong alot is high maintenance. No sign of declining pleasure from hasta lavista to her WTF? med. One of the Ps - the smile-making one, still reigns and the other is still being reconsidered. Her touch is what redorphs my outlook.

MAY TENTH OUGHT SEVEN

Crapping beneath your station is a consequence of a taste of regression (turf), the return of Montezuma and modem non-operandi. Even Dreamland has its non-Chamber days but it's like a dust speck on Mona Lisa...why elaborate? Today's station is leisure-on-the-Flamingo, a bit of post-doctoral compromise to tai-chi where the forehands used to reign. Encrusted roughy along with rice and veggies promises to break the spell of not-so-healthy selections irrigated by Chuckie and the ever satisfying zin. It's another Forestall the Decline moment brought to you by wisdom instead of trend. I came here to optimize the duration and getting rebalanced when the need appears is welcomed in our shroud of love. Sitting in the passenger's seat has so many advantages. So the Mars Rover says there was a watery past there. Mine was diluted by distilled stupors but the permanent effects are blanched by infused tactile consecrations frequently offered up there when the lights extinguish.

MAY 21, 2007, brother

McCain follows Sarkozy- more about what gets you elected than just being privy to any inappropriateness about getting there. Not a far promiximity from that is: where you end up is as important as going against things that you long ago promised. This is starting from former life to now - doing Step 9 on former grief carried to today. Happier that where we are now includes everything we brought with us, aware of the grief for breaking the promises made back then, but totally and eternally centered in this 24 hour period of privilege. Dealing with evacuation variances pleading for solidification. Can't help this - it's too much fun.

May Twenty Five-0

Where will the 100 million humans we'll be adding to the U.S.A. by 2029 live? We'll be 85 and 78 by then so do we care? The woman whose life I enhanced only a fraction of the life-giving gift she gave to me, left us at 85. The love she infused within me ended its hibernation when God spoke to us in Atlanta and we discovered we will live forever nurturing our soul, sustaining love every second we're permitted to make of this reality. The sharing element is steered towards our family and our loved homies as promotions of love the one you were meant to mate with, graced by limitless possibilites. There can be no reckless repetition of the ignorance which deceived too many on the journey when Mom lived, naivety barely permitted by impaired CSF, but overridden by divine intervention. Sure, most romantics attribute God when they mate with a loving counterpart, but a certainty affirms this notion when clarity cleans the screen and ends the insatiable quest to find her. Never does this reality escape the day which always begins with overwhelming gratitude for what happened and what lingers without pause. Se habla español, fellow searchers - it's all here in Dreamland.

June 7, MMVII

Everybody wants something, especially something in a certain way. And just because the way Dave wants it is whatever way it makes her happy, most of the time, is not the wrecker of the syllogism. The one that begins, She wants what she wants, Dave wants that, too, ergo, Dave wants what she wants. That, Dave contends, is nonetheless honorable just because putting her wants first is a rewarding thing. It's down to earth to do that even when it's not rewarding (easier to do when it IS rewarding all the time, Pancho). Still just an hour away at the most for the least ready-for-the-spontaneous call, and almost always ready in just minutes (no more impairment). Mutual enjoyment is still the benchmark of Love in the Ohs. Summer rapture of the hand-held variety. Tactility in that boudoir facility puts the fond in fondle.

FLAG DAY, wavers, '07

Maybe one of the more ineffective qualities to possess is not being a bad father, not being a bad mother but to be a bad mother in the form of a bad father. Say a Dad's prime job is to protect the daughter, then letting her be free to taste the bitter AND the sweet, is just being a bad father. But when you are the dominant parent in terms of being all comprehensive, meaning having the love, the spirituality, the smarts AND the look made the mate more expressive about where the differences lie, less comprehensive. It's only a curse to be lusting with strange when you see it just THAT way instead of the curse being preferring to talk to females about stuff I like than to say alpha male things like a homo trying to act straight. When you are uncursed you no longer have a gender preference but instead it's a place where smartness is the real preference when it comes to chosing your conversations. The butterfly analogy was coupled today with the statement " Overparenting can create a lifelong vulnerability to anxiety and depression.">. We agreed. But the butterfly's "let go of the past, trust the future and embrace change" says the vulnerabilty can be managed by living in today's realm. She has me for the duration meaning no imagined reason to worry - she will be cared for by me for even evolutionary eras ahead. No anxiety necessary about that, babe. That's why I'm focused now and have been focused on range of motion, reception to unfamiliar restrains and staying effen smart and looking the part. To know that is to love that.

Still in June but 18 now 07

Sweet embraceable you, why? Because you are endearing. What makes you endearing? Waking up not so happy, then collecting yourself to be endearing, sweet, lovable. Is this just a mirror representation back to myself, or is the you in this...Her? It works for both - she doesn't go for pissy and when she's showing signs that she's currently being bothered by pissy it is I who must rebound into endearing. The moments where endearing signs are what's done as much as what's said make endearing as coveted as, say, ....sweet. But when what said is the truth, what is done, complies. Sometimes the ideal conditions are impossible by definition. You get what you can from interludes with the clan but arrange them anyway. A little bask time today is a good sorbet for the main course coming this weekend. My mind goes here on purpose - it keeps me finely focused on us at ALL times. More bougs today right there by Joe & Jolene, evidence that music is not the only proof of God

we're at 20day into June Oh7

Today Marilyn died in '62 and our clock stopped today, but not the one with her face on it. A lesson, maybe, on the significance of omens. The hope in San Berdew excites with some promise of renewed health and morning attibutions here run high with flawless climate and the endorphins of Sunday as only one soul can experience it. The two 60" Brookdales make satisfying breezes while Jenny Craig's harbinger of heuristic hilarity is staged for Part 2. Can you tell there's a certain rocker vs. roxor ambience here, on purpose and intensely gratifying but lifeless in these words lacking inspiration? The Be careful what you wish... warning bears a secret - it's NOT because when your wish is granted you can't handle the truth, it's because the contentment is so overpowering, you want everybody to experience it. Change the World is being handled by driven, indefatigable devotees of whom I bid adieu a lifetime ago. Getting it right with your one and only never stops delivering the pleasure and challenge of living while actualized.

August 5th, still in '07

Making your point conversationally instead of condescending indignation emphasized by "Jesus Krysts !! .......... So coversationally might go as: So when you're Tugger, making those motions which characterize "Er-Uh-ER-Uh"s, why not go to the Monster kock dialogue and maximize the girth a bit. The words are just words but if they produce the best results, there you go. The words mean more than initiating and the worst possibility is never getting past the warmup. All levels of jump starting are honored, especially "Can I catcha next time?" In real life, how much time you spend is some expression of what you like/need to do. Triangulate your own conglomerates making up your A Zone main interests (headed 1st by the love zone) then do them and your time is best spent according to you.

2 IN A ROW - August 7, '07

Rhonda and Mohandas layered on a wall, coupled by another random musing from reasoning's extensions barely wrapped around my cortex of eternal charm. They never laughed after pleasuring their centers, leaving red hairs in the diaper and trading turn-ons like footage from Iconoclasts. My version dances into discovery mode, transposing them with us as we bounced again in resolute passion on the edge of hyperventilation. Preach once more on the sermon about the mount, scanning past the position details and expressing straight to the point about body shivers with the one who shares the soul with you. Rhonda was 25 when he died, virile and worthy, destined for immortalizing today's lesson where fate almost prevailed. Harken, if that's the right word for believe me, harken of the gift of inevitability. They just missed, we were chosen. Hurrah!

August still, the 13th of, MMVII

Can't we just let the minor disappointment stay just that and not make it into a hammer-to-window meltdown? Maybe the 'hate the sin, but lover the sinner rule' from the holy crowd or the 'love the soldiers, hate the war rule' from the Bring 'Em Home Now crowd could help here. It's the proximity to the "stop driving that way and drive as I tell you" phobia that whispers meltdown in my ear. Don't be playing that "not feeling well" card or the "go along with everything but neglect to get permission first for sending six pix and I'm transformed into thoughtless dick guy", either. When life is so grand that a cluster of mix 'n match events fills the book causing some effort to nut up, give extra thanks for her transformation to our lives. Maybe my Kim time will get some more mojo where it belongs. All thanks.

Found this one today - can't stop re-reading it....

I Knew a Woman

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one;
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).
How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did make).
Love like a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or none hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).
Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).

Theodore Roethke

August 23, 2007

I am imagining just put the crap out there - maybe that's all this is.
I get astonished at what I get when I go back and re-read
I think they trigger or suggest the dreams for that night
The sleep is needed to heal
Yesterday the way was clear, pedal covered pipeline with messianic moments
From where no man has gone
From where did the contours come ?
Tapping into a reserve for perfection
Where sideways glances tease hologram gremlins
Where heavy stuff happens
The more you're with them the happier you should be
My happiness is inside and continuous
No resistance here
Leavon made the band, did not defile it
And I made it past the summit
Where just saying it filters the haze
That settles the seismograph showing focus on the cracks
Instead of the light that's let in
Seamy touchme feelmie

August 26, post-Lucille's & Kings Fish 2007

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

~ee cummings

Effen pain, body which used to comply but now needs fixing. One of those continuing simultaneous feelings that we could fast forward through. The romance disconnect is gone, mercifully, thanks maybe to good talk but most likely because of the abundance of love saturating the Califortunate celebration. When she's experiencing sibling solidarity in some special place, I feel it, too. The most memorable laugh came out as 'roid rage......please....please...be seated.....please. Breakfast at the Edgewater Grill took the honors but the night back at our space of base clinched the cup. A lifetime of happiness read the greetings, sounds like an exact fit toast.

September 10, 2007

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be

~~Kurt Vonnegut

Legs don't fail me now - too long having my root canaled during this period of searching for root cause of fatigue that just won't disappear. But oh how shamanistic she remains, stoking the love fire to balance the shifted load. Even the crispness of java on the miranda can't pronounce any clearer that our love knows no seasons, just tinkling bells to gather attention to our captured interludes, one after another. Even the lingering aftertaste of anti-inflams deter no surges from the swift completion of their annointed rounds. Some guys have all the luck.

September 17, 2007 everything will be OK in the end - if it's not OK, it's not the end...

Inside the ecto called Me are passageways left by the Creator
To safeguard the covenant about what love can do
With tormented tissue ravaged by the disbelief of truth
That you take what you make

Love bristles at comparisons made by afflicted unachievers
Who may never know of the immortality bestowed by love
To us who fearlessly unravel the unique path
Colored with resolve and certainty
That the covenant is real

Gather the remnants which piece truth into the whole
Follow the path when the passage is found
Live forever
Mine eyes have seen the glory

O C T O B E R 4th MMVII

As a kid, I was afraid alot of the time. The list here would be interesting but the thing I was most afraid of was dying. If the soul passes, I think it may have come from someone who died prematurely. So it's not hard to figure that with 63 down and medicated by a Pfizer designed Lifestyle Restorer, my old fear might reappear. You almost have to consider what if this is the Big Kahuna? Actually what is prevailing so far is the more dominant Let's get this affliction over with and move on to la vida loco once again. All the tendrills of restoration are wrapped around me from her concerned nurturing and my transmitters are red lined at endlessly making over every particle of devoted love that I can deliver to her. Her back-bending gifts of load lightening are highways for my feelings to enter her, capturing the affirmations of endless love that has no end, the only place where immortality has its unique listing. There's no fear of death because love is immortal and we're overwhelmed by our love. The disturbing aspect of weakness where strength needs to be is accepting that it is temporary, like military discharge jitters or how can I make sure graduation happens? Almost a whole season it too long, that's all - just too long. The incapacitation is almost hidden in the pattern refined during the duration of the thing - interaction with the famiglia is in chunks just large enough to sustain the needed mobility to fit the tolerance window. Besides, the romance is not allowing the jeezus kryists in, visual heat is apparent as are the wraparounds during extended prone position hours. If it's not inflamed nerves, at least I can revert to the oasis made possible by ibus all the time.

Columbus Day (actual on the 12th not that second Monday crap) 2007

he massacred those Arawaks on Hispanolia

light from the burning bush
echos from the minaret
just plain signs from 247
om
amen
yesterday our tomorrows looked like
handicap parking in Green Valley Ranch
then the Irish healer wrote the word
prednisone
too early to trash the virtual walker
but right on time to blank out the memories
of trying to levitate the morning paper
or eating ibus like jellybellys
three effen months of looking for the light
are now filed away reminders
of days wearing the shoes
of the unforgotten and the bletcherous
all praise to the CC, Jesus and the Creator
but most of all to her
taking all the turns
so I can finish the words
behind these blue eyes
that take away everything
except for the love

October 20, 2007

Shit is too far away, right where shit belongs. The nearness is everything that makes the day what it is. Her refreshened awakenings, salute to the Simmons, her coffee on the meranda every day with me, her touch which connects me to her awakenings, the laughter that always insists on more, better than all the pregnant zone in getting the results featuring all the above. She was makin' me feel comfort when I felt shitty. Heaven in Oh Seven, not to be mistaken for dying and going to heaven, mostly used to describe heavenly living here on Earth. Oh Seven is heaven where the post graduate applies doctoral level insight into living to combine with the insight of another product of those times' take on things inside and outside the gate. The PZ imitates testosterone in that it wants to Nut Up the partaker, not in a "throw a football, swat at a ball" kinda way. My take is definitely phallic two-fisto.

October 26, 2007

Her: What kind of rapprochement is that?

Him: What kind of word is rapprochement?

Her: You know what I mean...

Him: Then know it's the kind where emerging legs, stark in their night-encased contours, propel from the open car door, gliding towards the carpet amidst strobes of admiration, cancelling all but microdots of Anton's threadbare viability, adroi|||||||

Her: Sorry I asked...

Dave looked up from his keyboard, this time instead of revisiting the 'could 've, would 've' labyrinth he usually follows about learing to touch-type, he grins about the possibilites of getting it - it being the gimmick of a novel within the novel. Like the blocked writers of all-time, he can't give up his devotion to the theme of Love Without Edges, his miracle of life with Connie. She's in the other room right now mixing it up with the coordination demands of getting her project organized. Dave can't help but grin about the frustrations those coordination details cause and the grin reveals he's sympathetic with her, having experienced paralyzing frustrations many times in his former life. It seems like Dave's encounter with the nuances of his new med is freeing up some buried feelings about life without your mojo that fuels untried dimensions in his heroine's demeanor that he previously shied away from, probably with reservations it could be interpreted as a foreign trait of Connie. No, for certain Dave likes the Gen Z trademarks that classify Anton as a real poseur, the type Dave ignores. Today will be the one where the realization of time's illusion becomes apparent, and Danica's treatment of that will be a triumph of passion over dabbling. Connie asks Dave when he'll be finished for the day, maybe a hint that the so called nap she's requesting is just a ruse for more meaningful contact of the organic variety as in four roses on the piano? Hell no, two lips on the organ. Dave is already putting Danica out of third eye range, replaced by Connie's delicious graces, if that's what their names are. No wonder thirteen years have passed with no end in sight for LWE. But who cares when the life surrounding the novel within the novel never disappoints. Maybe more later.......

November 14, 2007

Controlling is a word choice for dominance - an eww-w-w attribute, something you avoid being attached to you. But who wants to be out-of-control? Wayward yoots and developmentally challenged old fux. So you make it self-control and it becomes a virtue - great self-control, self. Much like self-images vs. images others have of you. The exception is those who love you and will ask you if you're aware of life choices that are unhealthy or dangerous. Sometimes they don't ask but will tell you, appreciate either. So on the actualization stage in life, you like decisions that both of you enjoy. They reflect both even when the decision is not the one you'd make - it gets results that you both enjoy. You accept that by reliquishing the decision, it's not relinquishing control it's exercising control. So the emphasis that the need to ask for permission is not appropriate, just make the decision youself. Still waiting for the funny stuff - maybe today. The funniest person I know is right next to another hysteria inducing counterpart, so shame on me if I can't get it out of them today before departure.

NOV 28, '70 closing ceremonies

Standing in the shadows of what's ahead, after invigorating our spirits with a vacationing inspiration. The harmony is now five part with no one taking the lead but the music is referential to the the gospel according to Eugenia. All the upgrades are on the way hinting caution on the heavy lifting. These fingers show where the real strength is, palming hidden cards of insight from mutiple established sources. Dependably, all that keeps appearing at the front of the line is her, steady as she goes, connected from all vestiges of her family remembrances by real time connections to all. Now I'm picturing the guy who calls home and tells his Mom that he's now a home owner and she thinks he said "I'm a homo" and she says" sapien or sexual?" and he thinks she's talking about his new couch and answers, "sexual, we wanted an occasional piece in the grand room", hoping for a laugh but instead got "I knew it when you were 3 and asked for a doll that wets her pants from Santa that year". And he cringed and started singing "nothing could be finah than to be in a vagi......" when she interrupted and remarked "you sing like Clarence Zellner", end of picture. I can't stop my leg.

NOVEMBER effen 30 already, 07

We've all watched footage from previous wars, giving us an understandng that for those who experience it, it really is hell. No matter the circumstances, you wish intensely for it not to happen. So what's different about Iraqmire that feeds the feeling of futility that hardly ever appears otherwise? Is it the details that make this era position each of us on the Make It STOP Happening train? It can't be too much information, I'm guessing - maybe too much opinion. We're just days away from the moment of silence for the memory of Pearl Harbor which had to crush the outlook of even the most sanguine soothsayers of the 40s, so maybe the constant cloud overhead from Baghdad bloviations isn't so unwarranted. Moving on, the sound of the circular saw is the sound of progress and hours from now, we're talking emerald granite around a 14 gauge sink and a smile on her face that says Life's still a Breeeze, my friend, take in all in while the blessing continues. More pregnant zone tomorrow from Dr. Red - all in the name of the game.

December 5th, '07

All with a sed rate of 4, stand up (Dave bumps his head on the Lilliputian ceiling resized because of grand exultation). Why the good fortune continues can only be assured by seeing her joy in Doc Red's pronouncements today. I was already had by the sparkle from the fosselized fish Tommy pointed out where cracked black tile used to be, a morning greeting that I hope never fades. The chaos and disruption from Connie's project almost caused a meltdown that lingers now as a reminder to engage in these upgrades when the stomach and nerves are fully ready to deal with the stress. Two more deliveries and a good cleaning should return the harmony to that soothing holiday bouyancy. The love ambiance continues despite the disruptions, begging for acceptance of our gratitude that really does get staggering in magnitude. Unto to them a child was born - Man, did that make a difference in this existence.

another 2 in a row 12/6 oh seven, wonderful 07.

These are a few of my favorite things.... love, health, family, well-being, love, cheesesteaks, spa jets, stretchy briefs, Nina Simone and Irish coffee. Too much fingering to list favorite things, beside the best things in life aren't things. Hunter Thompson's explanation of The Edge, as in going over it, left us with understanding it's too hard to explain because the only ones who know where it is have already crossed it. The same is true for favorite things list - too hard to explain because the only one that counts is from those so blessed their list is a mile long. Our list is long. The handles come tomorrow, the wrap-up should happen right before heading for San Berdew. 'Tis the season

December 11, MMVII

The innies use their reliance on repetition and routine to stick with things that take a long time, like Iraqmire. Like no new taxes. Like take care of our own kind - TWAT, The War Against Terror. Outies, on the other hand, have ADD from TiVoing thru commercials and browsing the Internets. Since they don't go to church, they want to idealize the world and end security waste. They watched June Cleaver run a smart house and they masturbated to pictures of bare breasts in National Gegraphic. All they want are days full of accord and an occasional banana split. Innies get to be like paparazzi-scoped celebs, constantly warding off judgmental criticisms that always plague inner-circle types. Outies dig soothing sounds, touch-filled affection, tenor sax overdubs, doable art and clean areas. All thanks to the CC for getting radiology over with, now some handles would be nice. There's a sib getting warm today from all the candles. Amen

12/14/07

Hold on tight. It's going to be a bumpy ride.
~Bette Davis

The lines of light on the ceiling were the first hunch I must be somewhere other than my own bed. But unlike in years past, my head wasn't fuzzy from the prior day's alcohol and the picture of yoots upstairs explained today's variation. Yes, those holiday mingles are recurring with predictable sequencing, one Kodak moment begats another. I'm a little disappointed that my annoyance filters get so non-functional when the connections come in overlapping episodes. No matter, it's been a little over an hour and I'm reset already. Nothing to be ashamed of, but keeping the reality check real ensures its appearance right here. It's intriguing to realize yoots under 24 are classified as "emerging adults" by the guys who deal with the ones seeking therapy. Too many skip the therapy and end up admiring Savage Nation, but maybe that, too. is good for the soul. So, today I heard consciousness referred to as a "C" word, based on new neuroscience that claims by the time we voice or show what we're conscious of, our motor skills have already picked that up, making them Plan A, relegating consciousness to Plan B. I guess that makes the illusion of time pretty insignificant, except for readying for the death part of life (no interest here since we want to live forever - so far so good). Found myself in Green Bay in last night's dream in which Jack Bernard was replaced with Last Boss and I was touting the benefits of identifying trucks with stored parts as the receiving warehouse, something from the early 90s, but at least it's not locked into the sophomore years. Now we have handles, Houston, Houston you are an anthropomorphic anomaly, so forgettable unlike Dreamland where all this truly happens as it is written. Help me find the moment at Cirque and I'll be a better man, frequently nutted up in '08, promise.

December 22, 2007