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Monday, May 5, 2003 09:32 a.m.
Winter Sounds
Neighbors, schmabors, who cares
about neighbors? I didn't
when I was seven. I used to stand
on our porch and pretend I was a wolf.
I'd howl like White Fang.
All our neighbors would cringe
behind their walls, peek through their blinds,
slam doors, growl at their beagles.
But I'd "woo woo" until Mom made
me come, face frosted, to bathe
away my muzzle's grit, my verminy odor
from chomping tiny bones, tiny hearts,
tiny neighbors.
Monday, May 5, 2003 09:29 a.m.
FROM DIDO TO VULCAN:
Just say it:
If you want to score, someone else must lose.
What, you have a problem with this?
Me, too.
Let's pretend you're a teacher and you have a class of very bright learners. Your success as a teacher hinges on your learners' success. However, they can't be described as successful unless they score. What if they all score highly? That means they've learned their lessons. That also means you lose because a class cannot achieve a uniform score. But if the score is distributed evenly from 1 to 10, then you win, but MOST of them lose.
Monday, May 5, 2003 09:20 a.m.
FROM AENEAS TO VULCAN:
I guess the two views of life are (A) that you are an idiot doomed to life or (B) that you are a character doomed to be played by an idiot.
If only we could recast our character, with, say, Gary Cooper instead of Bruce Willis, perhaps our lives would work better.
That means, of course, that our lives are being lived by someone else whom we watch from a precipice performing as well as he or she can on a set designed by what or whom we never know.
Lighting, forget about it . . .
For example:
"I was responsible for the public radio suicide challenge."
"Raised thousands, ongoing, until ..."
Monday, May 5, 2003 09:13 a.m.
FROM LOKI TO VULCAN:
Where the living is--
Some folks live to work
worship work
worship God
They live for god
Some live through their families
repeat their parents lives
honor their fathers and mothers
live for mother
Some live their selves
see the world as a self
think the world, an illusion
live for themselves
Some people live to help
sacrifice for others
carry the world on their backs
live for another
Some happy happy with things
driven by machines
load their programs every morning
live for task
After god, mother, themselves, another
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Sunday, May 4, 2003 04:13 p.m.
FROM MINERVA TO VULCAN:
Have you heard this bit from Lacan:
"I think where I am not, therefore I am where I think not . . . I am not, wherever I am the plaything of my thought; I think of what I am wherever I don't think I am thinking."
Sound like he's trying to out-think Lewis Carroll?
yrs,
Minnie
p.s. White Rabbit in 2003: I am lost and have gone to look for myself; if I return before I get back, please ask me to wait.
Sunday, May 4, 2003 04:06 p.m.
FROM VULCAN TO MINERVA:
Sorry I've been so slow...Got in the middle of a dog fight first thing this
morning. Lost my voice screaming. Zarley just stood there and let the dog
chew on him. Sam's been real sick and I finally found out what is causing
it. He is eating the huge chunks of dog food. Swallows it whole. I've
could not believe it. He is toothless. I checked his blood sugar tonight.
You would have had a good laugh watching me get blood out that cat. Was 107.
Sam peed in the middle of my bed-yesterday. He didn't get the mattress and
I bought a cover that looks like a fitted sheet outa shower curtain material.
My car had the brake freeze up on the right front tire--felt like a
flat--scary. Mercury took it and drove it all day and looked at it and it did
not do a thing wrong for him. Gota hit the floor tomorrow. Had a sad one
last X a widowed mother who had a heart attack after she found out her son
got killed. Tore me up. Hey Love Ya
Saturday, May 3, 2003 01:14 p.m.
FROM VULCAN TO MERCURY:
Need to hurry with this memorandumb. Let's see?? Zarley is fine and he is
really coming out of it. Playing. Just this week. Sam still looks great
his shoulder is getting stiffer. Started giving him glucosamine with
chondroitin for joints. Flowers look great. Told the head of one of are
largest CVG's I was a brain surgeon and he was not amused. Got written up.
Somebody would have gotten it so might as well been me!! He never comes
around-never wears ID Badge-Yesterday I painted the car with a Rust-Oleum.
Took a razor to the top layer and when it ran I used my finger to smooth it.
Looks wonderful as far as I am concerned. Venus thinks it is funny.
Friday, May 2, 2003 05:55 p.m.
Hands
when I hold your hands
it's love
when I hold my hands
it's prayer
I feel my fingers slip
through my fingers
when I let go
I want to hold my hands up
up to offer something
because my fingers slip
through each other and flesh
feels
so much like flesh that I want
to offer something up
up because flesh could slip
forever
so my hands hold each other
again
hard
because I'm afraid
and I love your hands
Friday, May 2, 2003 09:14 a.m.
FROM VULCAN TO JOVE:
Can say I am rested. Have been off since Sat. I burned my hand on coffee
grounds. Smart huh? Great now. I got my sound card installed today and it
hollars You've got mail. I hoped I'd be able to talk to ya on or with it--
anybody know how or what it does? I have the pictures of Zarley but I can't
get them anybody know how? I downloaded my friends dog's picture and saw
they were there. So frustrating these computers but atleast I can turned it
on!!!! Worked really hard in the front yard yesterday and spent over an hour
cleaning-scraping the roomy's shower. Still have the same ones and am glad to
have them. The pettticoat fern's are starting to get some shape and the
flowers my friends and Venus gave me look beautiful. Zarley is starting to
like living here. Took him to McDonald's drive-thru and the girl gave him a
burger. Venus had some flower's on the counter, for me when I got home from
work -on my birthday-and it was up there about one of the worst days I have
ever had. So many heart attacks and sooo little time and I had this cutie
that drank fingernail polish remover -acetone is not good for the system--
and kept asking for Vodka??? I walked in one of the rooms and the IV bag
and the O2(on 4 Liters fyi)Line was on the floor. Rather forget this
Birthday. I need to get a picture of Venus's latest project and e-mail it.
If somebody will tell me how??? Need to do soo much tomorrow. If you have
time to write back I really appreciate it. Yes I do!!! Need to go. Love ya
Friday, May 2, 2003 09:07 a.m.
Six figures for a first novel called THE BOTOX DIARIES,
a big US sale
for a French bestseller,
50 Cent finally makes his deal,
a book that
promises "the truth behind
Robert Kennedy's assassination,"
a retired
officer and television analyst
on how North Korea became so evil,
paperback rights
to a recent LA Times book award winner,
a big mystery
deal,
and yes, plenty more.
Thursday, May 1, 2003 09:32 p.m.
FROM VULCAN TO CUPID:
O.K. so what have I been doing? Building fence and keeping all the little
ducks in a row or trying to!!! I could not have finished the fence if it
wasn't for Mercury. It turned out better than I dreamed possible. I got Zarley
on Monday. His real name Tamarzi Premier Davidoff but you can call him
Zarley for short!!! Sam could care less he is not the slightest bit
intimidated. Merc could not believe how big he is. He put his paws on
Merc's chest and Merc had to look up at him. Will get a picture and zap one
to you soon. I know you can hardly wait. Hope this find all of you well and
write if you get a chance. Love ya
Thursday, May 1, 2003 09:28 p.m.
FROM VULCAN TO MINERVA:
Am lazy and just got off a long weekend. This is so sad this hoof and
mouth. Saw a sweet heifer looking into the eyes of a trusting soul about to
destroy her, yesterday. Today's paper sounded pretty bad about tire baths.
Did not read it yet. It has got to to horrible to witness this stuff. Nic
many pt and friends have said we may end up like you. Vegitarian. You
weren't in any of the earthquakes?? Were you?? Why can't somebody find a
way around killing all of them. Minnie, is there any more animals left in
Devon? Will write soon someday.??? With lots a love. Nitey nite
Thursday, May 1, 2003 09:27 p.m.
FROM VENUS TO VULCAN:
Republicans announced today that they are changing their emblem from an
elephant to a condom because it more clearly reflects their party's
political stance. A condom stands up to inflation, halts production,
discourages
cooperation, protects a bunch of pricks, and gives one a sense of security
while screwing others.
Thursday, May 1, 2003 09:24 p.m.
FROM VULCAN TO VENUS:
Am trying to make sure this beast is working. This seriously looks like I
may have found part of my problem. Isn't that wonderful??? You cannot have
a computer, tv, old phone, old double phone wires, space heater, hot pad and
loose wire all going at the same time on the same circuit. Of which I have
none!! Especially the old loose wires part!! Had a killer last two days
on the floor and am dead today. Hey love ya--respond if ya get this. Need
to read my new books here aol for dummies and windows 95 how to!! Also want
get wired in a week. Next is when!!
Wednesday, April 30, 2003 08:46 p.m.
Fr.
Hic, hoc, host, you're leaning on a ghost.
"Innocently," you say, but always
as a Mystery Play:--always inner circles,
worlds of stately purples, vestments
aligned just so, the altar guild in a row.
Think aloud too soon, your bishop will
halve your surplice like a macaroon
and splice his girdle to your pizzle.
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