Saturday, January 29, 2011
challenging the sleep
When I am in the 'givin er' stage of work, which is late January till June, I have to work a half-day Saturday. So I come home on Friday night about 10 pm. and the prudent thing would be to have summat to eat and go to bed by midnight so I can get up at 8 with a clear head. Prudent is a word that applies to me when I am heading out into a blizzard, I always make sure to dress appropriately, and even stick a choco bar or some jerky in the pocket, but NOT when it comes to sleep, especially on a Friday night. Might even be genetically encoded to stay up too late and drink those extra beers on Friday.
I generally take a cab to work on Saturday morning, the LRT n bus never hook up when I want them to in a way which enables me to get there on time. Especially after double-figures beers and little sleep. At least the young feller bought some shampoo, which we were out of for a day or two. I rely on his need to look good for these supplies.
Enjoying chatting with my friend from the old hood in the Peg (you know who you are). Funny to talk about Sportsmans' Billiards, Gunn's Bakery, Kelekis' hotdogs n fries, all that good stuff. And we both told Burton C. to fuck off, how bout that for coincidence.
Smart chicks rule, especially if we share politics and ideas of teleology, the perversion of the Rebel Jesus into the Gaia-hatin God Corp, that Danny Williams from Newfndland is pretty cool for a Tory, that street bums are people too, and freedom is better than property.
Property would be nice, but some beardo once told me its slavery too.
I generally take a cab to work on Saturday morning, the LRT n bus never hook up when I want them to in a way which enables me to get there on time. Especially after double-figures beers and little sleep. At least the young feller bought some shampoo, which we were out of for a day or two. I rely on his need to look good for these supplies.
Enjoying chatting with my friend from the old hood in the Peg (you know who you are). Funny to talk about Sportsmans' Billiards, Gunn's Bakery, Kelekis' hotdogs n fries, all that good stuff. And we both told Burton C. to fuck off, how bout that for coincidence.
Smart chicks rule, especially if we share politics and ideas of teleology, the perversion of the Rebel Jesus into the Gaia-hatin God Corp, that Danny Williams from Newfndland is pretty cool for a Tory, that street bums are people too, and freedom is better than property.
Property would be nice, but some beardo once told me its slavery too.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
updated situation
11:40 here, but I have had a shower, made coffee and picked up 2 discrete dog turds in the hallway. I offered to let Walter out about 4 a.m when I had my middle-aged guy's mid-night pee run, but he didnt need to go then. By discrete, I mean 'holding together', not messy and easily picked with a dust pan and hucked out the back door. I wasnt surprised to find them there, the young feller slept at his ma's last night, so while I was sleeping till 11., there was no one getting up at 7 to let the dog out.
Back in the work groove fulltime tomorrow, which means I leave at 11 a.m and get home at 9:45 pm. Today the honchos from head office are in town too, so needed a sober night with lots of rest last night. Hit the recliner, ate a roast beef sammitch, watched some Enterprise shows I had taped on video, dozed off, adjourned to bed about 1, where I had many wild dreams and got some good rest as well, in between awake times.
Very warm by seasonal standards today and tomorrow, approaching 50 F. or 10 C. ; hope it melts down some of the giant snowbanks which are still sitting at some sidewalks and bus stops on my way to work, making it necessary to dodge cars on busy streets as a pedestrian. I expect every loader operator in the city is working 18 hour days already, it's just a matter of time before they can get to all of it.
Probably wont be keeping my gal pals awake with marathon messenger sessions for a while, as I plan to sober up a bit and concentrate on food, rest n work, but I like to booze n chat on weekends. And the blog will likely not be updated as often, as I dont like to talk about work on the net. The net is for kibitzing with my rowdy friends and meeting smart wimmins.
Back in the work groove fulltime tomorrow, which means I leave at 11 a.m and get home at 9:45 pm. Today the honchos from head office are in town too, so needed a sober night with lots of rest last night. Hit the recliner, ate a roast beef sammitch, watched some Enterprise shows I had taped on video, dozed off, adjourned to bed about 1, where I had many wild dreams and got some good rest as well, in between awake times.
Very warm by seasonal standards today and tomorrow, approaching 50 F. or 10 C. ; hope it melts down some of the giant snowbanks which are still sitting at some sidewalks and bus stops on my way to work, making it necessary to dodge cars on busy streets as a pedestrian. I expect every loader operator in the city is working 18 hour days already, it's just a matter of time before they can get to all of it.
Probably wont be keeping my gal pals awake with marathon messenger sessions for a while, as I plan to sober up a bit and concentrate on food, rest n work, but I like to booze n chat on weekends. And the blog will likely not be updated as often, as I dont like to talk about work on the net. The net is for kibitzing with my rowdy friends and meeting smart wimmins.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Protect, but dont disrespect, the wimmins n kids
I was up really late last night (again) and engaging with a few women in different ways. Arguing with one -she had heard some shite that Bukowski was a pedophile, which I really objected to, especially as the man has been dead for 16 yrs and cant defend himself, and I had just watched Born Into This, his biography, which really moved me- flirting with another, who watched my argument online with the first gal, and found me Magnificent (her word) in my empassioned defense, and just yakking with another, a gal I know and care about who was in Thailand in a tropical downpour, in a hut. Our yakking covered a lot of ground- life, death, sex, love, kids, spirits- as she is a deep thinker and feeler, and also a warrior queen to be respected.
Women are great. That may seem to be a no-brainer, everybody has a mum, everybody came from a woman, but sometimes guys just get into that 'madonna/whore' thing, where one either sees a woman as a sex toy or a mother, but they are also full humans, deeper in many ways than guys, who are pretty simple. Guys have an On/Off switch, maybe a few different settings (fuck, fight, drink, jam, watch sports, feel sad about getting older) but women have 1000 different settings, which us guys maybe learn about 5 of in our whole lives. Many of us still feel the primal urge to protect the village, but dont have the subtlety that a woman learns by about age 10.
Kids are little humans. They have lots of settings too, beyond 'behaving, screwing up, being sick, being asleep'. My young feller is 4 months away from 18, he is on the cusp of being a kid and being a man. I think he will be a good man, provided he learns not to let his buddies take advantage of his kindness too often. And put down the damn game controller and learn real things in the real world. 'Too soon old, too late wise'. A guy I really liked and respected who died young in a grisly farm accident said that to me for the first time. He was a good man, and he never saw 40.
Before I start gettin all maudlin and singin Annie Laurie, I think I will check in on the poker table. Sunday is a good day for tourneys on Jokerstars, the Sunday Two Grand starts in an hour.
Peace out. my grandfathers are with me today, and some other spirits like Warren Zevon and Hank Bukowski. Hope you guys are getting all the drinks you want in the afterlife.
Women are great. That may seem to be a no-brainer, everybody has a mum, everybody came from a woman, but sometimes guys just get into that 'madonna/whore' thing, where one either sees a woman as a sex toy or a mother, but they are also full humans, deeper in many ways than guys, who are pretty simple. Guys have an On/Off switch, maybe a few different settings (fuck, fight, drink, jam, watch sports, feel sad about getting older) but women have 1000 different settings, which us guys maybe learn about 5 of in our whole lives. Many of us still feel the primal urge to protect the village, but dont have the subtlety that a woman learns by about age 10.
Kids are little humans. They have lots of settings too, beyond 'behaving, screwing up, being sick, being asleep'. My young feller is 4 months away from 18, he is on the cusp of being a kid and being a man. I think he will be a good man, provided he learns not to let his buddies take advantage of his kindness too often. And put down the damn game controller and learn real things in the real world. 'Too soon old, too late wise'. A guy I really liked and respected who died young in a grisly farm accident said that to me for the first time. He was a good man, and he never saw 40.
Before I start gettin all maudlin and singin Annie Laurie, I think I will check in on the poker table. Sunday is a good day for tourneys on Jokerstars, the Sunday Two Grand starts in an hour.
Peace out. my grandfathers are with me today, and some other spirits like Warren Zevon and Hank Bukowski. Hope you guys are getting all the drinks you want in the afterlife.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Bukowskianism, Bukowskology
started as a letter to my bros in DFW, Tejas.
No, I dont want a hug, but I could really use some 19 yr old blonde twins. Seriously.
Dudes, I might have had what in 'Bukowskology' we call a 'headfucker'. I find it really really hard to pretend to give a fuck. Especially about moronic, subpar bullshit cunts ideas about what is important. I dont mean girls. Girls arent cunts, anymore than respected male friends are cocks. Girls are the fuckin goal, here, me brothas. Nice smart girls, who turn you on without even trying. Just lookin over their shoulder while they are washing the dishes, and one goes 'YEAH', dats the fuckin shit, know wha mean?
Anyway, Bukowskology, I think we could get it called a religion then we get all kinds of tax breaks n shit.
The only accountant I know is Pakistani and he is very much a rule follower. Nice guy for your real taxes, but he wouldnt want to take this on.
Know any Italians?
regards, your Bukowskian bro
Gordonski
No, I dont want a hug, but I could really use some 19 yr old blonde twins. Seriously.
Dudes, I might have had what in 'Bukowskology' we call a 'headfucker'. I find it really really hard to pretend to give a fuck. Especially about moronic, subpar bullshit cunts ideas about what is important. I dont mean girls. Girls arent cunts, anymore than respected male friends are cocks. Girls are the fuckin goal, here, me brothas. Nice smart girls, who turn you on without even trying. Just lookin over their shoulder while they are washing the dishes, and one goes 'YEAH', dats the fuckin shit, know wha mean?
Anyway, Bukowskology, I think we could get it called a religion then we get all kinds of tax breaks n shit.
The only accountant I know is Pakistani and he is very much a rule follower. Nice guy for your real taxes, but he wouldnt want to take this on.
Know any Italians?
regards, your Bukowskian bro
Gordonski
weary of the moanin n groanin
Can we just get over the dolphins? or bring some gunboats into play? Seriously. I think Paul Watson would be OK with the latter, just shell the shit out of dolphin killers.
Or maybe accept that cows are almost as smart.. many people are between the smartness of cows and dolphins, but somebody has to work retail. I mean it.
Should we eat them or kill them? obviously we fuck them, especially after one of those nights at the bar. But are dolphins more precious than grad students from different countries?
or I think we can all agree they are more precious than annoying homeless people, or squeegee kids. I hate those fuckers, I just wish they would be edible. Maybe they are edible, by the more promising homeless... Yeah, thats the ticket. Rehab, or get eaten, yeah...
What is George W Bush doing these days, I bet he could move this fucker forward. 'We dont negotiate with homeless or the addicted. ' he would say..
Or maybe accept that cows are almost as smart.. many people are between the smartness of cows and dolphins, but somebody has to work retail. I mean it.
Should we eat them or kill them? obviously we fuck them, especially after one of those nights at the bar. But are dolphins more precious than grad students from different countries?
or I think we can all agree they are more precious than annoying homeless people, or squeegee kids. I hate those fuckers, I just wish they would be edible. Maybe they are edible, by the more promising homeless... Yeah, thats the ticket. Rehab, or get eaten, yeah...
What is George W Bush doing these days, I bet he could move this fucker forward. 'We dont negotiate with homeless or the addicted. ' he would say..
No One is Available to Chat
We have created and defined a new rejection with the 'social network'. If you have 62 people in different timezones, shouldnt you have someone, anyone, who is awake, alert at their post at the computer or fucking phone, and ready to respond to whatever minor whims you have? Even at 5 a.m.? No. Sorry, mang. Thats not how it is. I had a moment of 'Oh Nobody is there' then I grew up suddenly.
Hey, if I wanted somebody to always be there I had many chances for a completely co-dependent relationship. I also had a few chances at a worthy part-time relationship, distance related. But I kinda bailed on all o that, so far. I might be redeemable, but if a gal could get a guy with a 7 digit bank and no kids, I would say, go for that guy. My dog is my most important relationship. Its the unconditional love and few demands part that keeps me going.
And, he wont live for ever. Ideally 30? by which time I will be 68, pretty much ready to put in the home. I dont even want to think about my dog dying. What if there was a secret formula I could kill people and inject it into my dog, that would enable him to live till he was 100? and maybe I could tag along, even tho I drink a lot of beer and listen to punk rock n shit. (not always, but I hear Jesus isnt big on punk rock).. What if..
Hmm.. what if I gave this idea to Chris Walter, would he front me something off the publishing deal?
nah... fucker. he would just give it to the poor. Or feed his kid or some shit.
Hey, if I wanted somebody to always be there I had many chances for a completely co-dependent relationship. I also had a few chances at a worthy part-time relationship, distance related. But I kinda bailed on all o that, so far. I might be redeemable, but if a gal could get a guy with a 7 digit bank and no kids, I would say, go for that guy. My dog is my most important relationship. Its the unconditional love and few demands part that keeps me going.
And, he wont live for ever. Ideally 30? by which time I will be 68, pretty much ready to put in the home. I dont even want to think about my dog dying. What if there was a secret formula I could kill people and inject it into my dog, that would enable him to live till he was 100? and maybe I could tag along, even tho I drink a lot of beer and listen to punk rock n shit. (not always, but I hear Jesus isnt big on punk rock).. What if..
Hmm.. what if I gave this idea to Chris Walter, would he front me something off the publishing deal?
nah... fucker. he would just give it to the poor. Or feed his kid or some shit.
diggin in the snow, baby
Hello me girls in Oz, Los Angeleez, Asheville, Nowth Carolina, (maybe Thailand?) I was just out diggin in the snow. Thats what I do. But I banked up the fine dog's house with some igloo blocks for insulation, it will cut drafts when he chooses to lounge in there and not trot around in his winter fur and guard us, or to look for gaps in the fence he might squeeeze through and stress me out by seeking adventure. He is a very smart canine and he gets compacent being so comfy and loved. No adventure or busy streets to cross and tempt death. Just couches to snooze on. I can relate, safety gets boring.
Anyway, that was my aerobic workout for the past 45 , was diggin and chucking chunks of snow. I could seriously have built a small igloo of them, cuz they were compressed and dense enough to use as bricks. T in NC, my biggest regret was I didnt get you proper longjohns so we could do real winter stuff, no excuses now. Any girl from Cali or Oz comes to see me in winter, I will make sure you are fitted for winter fun. Cant roll back the hands of time, but can learn from mistakes.
Anyway, that was my aerobic workout for the past 45 , was diggin and chucking chunks of snow. I could seriously have built a small igloo of them, cuz they were compressed and dense enough to use as bricks. T in NC, my biggest regret was I didnt get you proper longjohns so we could do real winter stuff, no excuses now. Any girl from Cali or Oz comes to see me in winter, I will make sure you are fitted for winter fun. Cant roll back the hands of time, but can learn from mistakes.
Friday, January 21, 2011
more music related shit
The same dude that turned me on to James McMurtry lead me to Ron Sexsmith, who I used to see on the ferry sometimes in the BC islands. Super nice guy, you wouldnt think he had the moxie to get where he got, but aggression isnt always rewarded or respected. I.e., I wouldnt want to hang with Ted Nugent, but his music was great when I was young n dumb. Stranglehold is still a good one, but I would rather have Ron Sexsmith house-sit, or if I had little kids, he would rock as a babysitter. I am sure he has other things to do (like his own kids, and his music, etc.) but trustworthy is among the first words in my mind about him. strawberry blonde
I think he jams with Elvis n Diana, also really nice people. I am too outsidery and grouchy to hang with nice people, I think. I hang with outsidery people who drink.
But to return to the beginning, the guy who indicated the road to James McMurtry (an outsider who drinks) is in Taiwan. We had one really good day a few years back, when we crossed the spine of Vancouver Island from Nanaimo to Tofino, listening to Check yr Head and possibly smokin red-hair and drinkin copious beers. Ate some good fish n chips in Ucluelet, thats factual.
I know a few good mates who have fled to Asia. I am a western Canadian to the core. I like it here, and shovel snow to prove it.
If you dont know who James McMurtry is, here's a sample.
He can be kinder n gentler, but sometimes not. choctaw bingo
Would still do campfire beers with the cat.
I think he jams with Elvis n Diana, also really nice people. I am too outsidery and grouchy to hang with nice people, I think. I hang with outsidery people who drink.
But to return to the beginning, the guy who indicated the road to James McMurtry (an outsider who drinks) is in Taiwan. We had one really good day a few years back, when we crossed the spine of Vancouver Island from Nanaimo to Tofino, listening to Check yr Head and possibly smokin red-hair and drinkin copious beers. Ate some good fish n chips in Ucluelet, thats factual.
I know a few good mates who have fled to Asia. I am a western Canadian to the core. I like it here, and shovel snow to prove it.
If you dont know who James McMurtry is, here's a sample.
He can be kinder n gentler, but sometimes not. choctaw bingo
Would still do campfire beers with the cat.
OK, I guess JImmy too
the last post labeled Warren was supposed to be 'lawyers, guns n money', but was instead the totally wicked Jimmy Smith track 'Root Down Part 1'. Here is Warren, but I think he put that one in there just to show respect for Jimmy.
Warren or Jimmy?
Looks like its Warren
anyway, if you think I am crazy, you are entitled. If you think I am a medium, I prefer to wear xtra long.
thank you and good night.
Warren or Jimmy?
Looks like its Warren
anyway, if you think I am crazy, you are entitled. If you think I am a medium, I prefer to wear xtra long.
thank you and good night.
fucking with the living or permitting the dead to say Ello
To get right to the point, this is one of my dead friends. Warren
He doesnt pester me, but we know each other. I know some people who claim to be able to manipulate this or that about live people, but it hasnt worked on me. I wish them luck.
I dont want many dead people contacting me. i used to be a musician, in previous lives. Didnt really get too far in this one with that. Had a couple great fuckin jam years, out of many.
But the magic I work on the living is about love, music in my head, beer, or dogs.
It requires some space. I still have my dead buds. I dont know the other ones' names, they are mostly jazz or country guys.
Believe it or dont. I dont charge to be a medium, I am a xtra long, but I could use a beer.
My sis and many other wimmins I know do Tarot. I dont know what that shit is for, but it seems morbid. I would rather talk to my dead musician buddies. The future is unwritten.
He doesnt pester me, but we know each other. I know some people who claim to be able to manipulate this or that about live people, but it hasnt worked on me. I wish them luck.
I dont want many dead people contacting me. i used to be a musician, in previous lives. Didnt really get too far in this one with that. Had a couple great fuckin jam years, out of many.
But the magic I work on the living is about love, music in my head, beer, or dogs.
It requires some space. I still have my dead buds. I dont know the other ones' names, they are mostly jazz or country guys.
Believe it or dont. I dont charge to be a medium, I am a xtra long, but I could use a beer.
My sis and many other wimmins I know do Tarot. I dont know what that shit is for, but it seems morbid. I would rather talk to my dead musician buddies. The future is unwritten.
Friday feels like Saturday, but at least I know today
Consulted with the young feller on how his first-semester exams are going, some good, so not-so-hot, but he thinks his in-class marks are high enough to carry the crappy ones. He's not an over-achiever in school by any means, which I dont worry about. He is steady, he will always make rent and put food in the fridge. I think people who want their kids to win Nobel prizes or 2 doctorates by 25 are neurotic and overly concerned with others' opinions. Its not a race, its a journey, enjoy the scenery along the way. He doesnt have any exams today, so he is gaming in his room, got the laptop open for feckbook updates, and hot chocolate, noodles n burritos available. He knows he has to study sometime this weekend, he will figure it out.
I still have huge killer icicles coming down from the eaves of the house. I knocked off the 'dog-hazard' ones in the backyard, and requested an estimate from a reliable handyman on adding more insulation in the attic edges so we dont get the huge nasty ice dams and killer icicles, but he hasnt got back to me yet. The current basement tenants whine more than anyone I ever had down there before. They are kind of overgrown kids, weed n gaming, even though they are supposedly skilled trades, but laid off. And always, always late with rent. I had a 120 lb. girl down there for 2 1/2 yrs who whined less in all that time than these guys do in a week. Props to mountain-girl bar waitresses with girl-balls. She is a mom now, I am sure she will do a great job on that as well.
I am currently in 2 poker tourneys at once. Not on porpoise, I thought the first one would be wrapped before the second one started. Its cheap entertainment, but they are real money games. One was 1.15, the other 2.20. Over 7000 games in 4 yrs, it has cost me 14 cents per game after the win-loss calculation. And the house rake is 15%, so I am sitting at about 60% success. Its not really gambling, more like betting somebody a buck on a game. But my middle aged attention span means I cant do justice to 2 games and blather on my blog, so I bid you adieu. Until next time, Good Night and Good Wrestling.
I still have huge killer icicles coming down from the eaves of the house. I knocked off the 'dog-hazard' ones in the backyard, and requested an estimate from a reliable handyman on adding more insulation in the attic edges so we dont get the huge nasty ice dams and killer icicles, but he hasnt got back to me yet. The current basement tenants whine more than anyone I ever had down there before. They are kind of overgrown kids, weed n gaming, even though they are supposedly skilled trades, but laid off. And always, always late with rent. I had a 120 lb. girl down there for 2 1/2 yrs who whined less in all that time than these guys do in a week. Props to mountain-girl bar waitresses with girl-balls. She is a mom now, I am sure she will do a great job on that as well.
I am currently in 2 poker tourneys at once. Not on porpoise, I thought the first one would be wrapped before the second one started. Its cheap entertainment, but they are real money games. One was 1.15, the other 2.20. Over 7000 games in 4 yrs, it has cost me 14 cents per game after the win-loss calculation. And the house rake is 15%, so I am sitting at about 60% success. Its not really gambling, more like betting somebody a buck on a game. But my middle aged attention span means I cant do justice to 2 games and blather on my blog, so I bid you adieu. Until next time, Good Night and Good Wrestling.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
good sleep but strange dreams
I suffer from intermittent insomnia. I can cope with less sleep than most, and often go a week on about 3 hours a night. But I get the odd catch up night, like last night. My fine dog was also in a mood to sleep; he usually needs to be let out at least once every 6 hours or so, he has an old guy's bladder, but last night he slept for about 11 hours straight. The most memorable of my dreams was I lost the dog at some event in some northern town which had tons of German Shepherds roaming loose, which meant every time I thought I had found him, close up inspection revealed it was a different dog. I found him, eventually, but there was much roaming and looking, and I even jumped a train at one point, which had lots of natives drinking on it.
I got up this morning feeling rested for the first time in a while.
I almost wonder if my midwinter insomnia has something to do with lack of sun and short days. There was that news item the other day that this town on Greenland had seen the sun earlier by 48 hrs. than ever recorded. The days get short enough up here at 53 40 N. lat. let alone north of 60. I think we just hit 8 hours of daylight. We get our revenge in June when the days are about 18 hours long.
I have 2 gal pals in the tropics at the moment, one in Bahamas, one in Thailand. Soak up that sun, ladies. I have a male bud in Thailand as well, but he settled there and aint comin back.
I got up this morning feeling rested for the first time in a while.
I almost wonder if my midwinter insomnia has something to do with lack of sun and short days. There was that news item the other day that this town on Greenland had seen the sun earlier by 48 hrs. than ever recorded. The days get short enough up here at 53 40 N. lat. let alone north of 60. I think we just hit 8 hours of daylight. We get our revenge in June when the days are about 18 hours long.
I have 2 gal pals in the tropics at the moment, one in Bahamas, one in Thailand. Soak up that sun, ladies. I have a male bud in Thailand as well, but he settled there and aint comin back.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
this old House, She is Fallin apart
I hate moving. It is such a big fkn hassle. When I could put everything I own into the back of my 87 F-150, that wasnt so bad, and the old dog could even still jump up on the seat then.
The house I live in here, with son and dog, and basement tenant, is the longest address I have had other the house I grew up in with my parents n sibs. I have been here since Aug./04.
This one has some cracks in the walls, crappy insulation and huge life threatening ice dams in winter. Into these cracks water sometimes trickles, which is bad, and could make the cracks bigger. Freezing water can break mountain ranges down, let alone some cheap stucco house built for returning WW2 vets in 1947.
Eventually, I will move, but with having a son almost 18, I realize he wont be living with me forever. He is welcome to stay till he is 24-25, but I will need more rent than he currently pays. And the old dog is 13, I hope he lives forever, but I know he wont.
So to cinsider moving becausae the house is crappy kind of meets resistance in my mind, a stubborn Scot one even. The cost of a new place, the hassle of hauling everything out, etc.. is not something I want to think about for a few years.
Provided the whole shitpile doesnt break in two and crumble some night.
My current basement tenant is a skilled trade, but he has no money (somehow) and doesnt want to fix anything unless the landlord (who lives in Hong Kong and I havent seen in person in 2 years) pays for it. He has 2 dogs living with him, which is why he is here, as it is damned difficult to find a rental that will allow 2 real dogs (a Rottie n a Husky) , not to mention my fine German Shep.
Its a doggy, cracky old house. But I hope it hangs together for another year or two.
The house I live in here, with son and dog, and basement tenant, is the longest address I have had other the house I grew up in with my parents n sibs. I have been here since Aug./04.
This one has some cracks in the walls, crappy insulation and huge life threatening ice dams in winter. Into these cracks water sometimes trickles, which is bad, and could make the cracks bigger. Freezing water can break mountain ranges down, let alone some cheap stucco house built for returning WW2 vets in 1947.
Eventually, I will move, but with having a son almost 18, I realize he wont be living with me forever. He is welcome to stay till he is 24-25, but I will need more rent than he currently pays. And the old dog is 13, I hope he lives forever, but I know he wont.
So to cinsider moving becausae the house is crappy kind of meets resistance in my mind, a stubborn Scot one even. The cost of a new place, the hassle of hauling everything out, etc.. is not something I want to think about for a few years.
Provided the whole shitpile doesnt break in two and crumble some night.
My current basement tenant is a skilled trade, but he has no money (somehow) and doesnt want to fix anything unless the landlord (who lives in Hong Kong and I havent seen in person in 2 years) pays for it. He has 2 dogs living with him, which is why he is here, as it is damned difficult to find a rental that will allow 2 real dogs (a Rottie n a Husky) , not to mention my fine German Shep.
Its a doggy, cracky old house. But I hope it hangs together for another year or two.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sunday Sunday
There is a different energy to Sunday. Admittedly, I thought it was Friday yesterday (saturday) until my son notified me otherwise (thats why we pay him the big bucks!) but Sunday has a tone, a theme of quiet, slowmoving water. Like the Red River but without the stink and the huge ass catfish. Actually, the Red has some nasty eddies and undercurrents. Its a river to respect. Like the Mississippi, but less black folks. Allow me my analogy.
I've been talking to a gal from my old hood in Winterpeg, its funny to talk about Pollock Hardware or Sportsmans Billiards, especially when my vision of it is from about 1980. Or 1974-76, for that matter, which is when I spent most time at the ol pool hall. Red Lebanese hash for 10 bucks a overweight gram. Going to see the Who for 6 bucks, or the Doobie Bros with Skunk Baxter before they went disco. It was a great time to be a teenager, I dont envy kids nowadays.
The river, the Sunday. The old 'Peg, seen through a smeary glass of 30 years memory. Hotdogs n skinny fries at Kelekis'. Kubasa from City Meat, walking through the North Main Strip, giving a hurtin hungover native dude a buck to get a drink. The walls that existed between neighborhoods; Krauts in E.K., snotty Anglos in Tuxedo (and Jews who could afford to move there from Garden City). I think part of me will always see it in 1976, the reality of the place now is probably much changed, but I bet Nortend folks and southside folks still judge each other and could drop the gloves at short notice.
I've been talking to a gal from my old hood in Winterpeg, its funny to talk about Pollock Hardware or Sportsmans Billiards, especially when my vision of it is from about 1980. Or 1974-76, for that matter, which is when I spent most time at the ol pool hall. Red Lebanese hash for 10 bucks a overweight gram. Going to see the Who for 6 bucks, or the Doobie Bros with Skunk Baxter before they went disco. It was a great time to be a teenager, I dont envy kids nowadays.
The river, the Sunday. The old 'Peg, seen through a smeary glass of 30 years memory. Hotdogs n skinny fries at Kelekis'. Kubasa from City Meat, walking through the North Main Strip, giving a hurtin hungover native dude a buck to get a drink. The walls that existed between neighborhoods; Krauts in E.K., snotty Anglos in Tuxedo (and Jews who could afford to move there from Garden City). I think part of me will always see it in 1976, the reality of the place now is probably much changed, but I bet Nortend folks and southside folks still judge each other and could drop the gloves at short notice.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
still winter, dog is cool, son thinks I am a moron
Well, to be charitable, Ed doesnt exactly think I am a moron, but I didnt know it was Saturday today, and questioned why he was home from 'school' at 11:45. What he said was 'It's Saturday' but his facial expression added the word 'Moron'. He is not a mean guy, I think he digs that I am not a normal square prick, but 17 yr olds generally start to wonder how their dads made it this far, being morons. My dad could tell me about close scrapes he got into in WW2, which were many, and that was the huge ass-tightening adventure of his life, and I gave him big props for kickin Hitler's ass. My big adventures were largely partying n travelling. I met Keef Richards n Joni in Paris. But didnt do their drugs or get naked, just met them.
The dog (Walter) is fuckin awesome. I feel the love for him hours every day. He is a dog, but he isnt 'just' a dog. He is a sentient organism who loves me with every cell of his being. He loves Ed too, we are his pack. He has it pretty good here, wood-fenced yard, outdoor couch, insulated doghouse, couch which he has exclusive rights to in my bedroom, doggie pals downstairs..
Nevertheless, he is wicked awesome cool. And smarter than most people I meet.
Still winter up here at 53 50N. lat. Snow continues to fall. The weedy gay guy next door even gets out to shovel, but he 'hates having to do Man Stuff'. I shovel, but I wish the other 3 males who live here would notice snow is accumulating and surprise me by moving it. My awesome tenant Jen was the best snow shoveler of either gender I have ever been privileged to share a sidewalk with, but she is in BC now. Best neighbor ever, crazy dogs n all.
The dog (Walter) is fuckin awesome. I feel the love for him hours every day. He is a dog, but he isnt 'just' a dog. He is a sentient organism who loves me with every cell of his being. He loves Ed too, we are his pack. He has it pretty good here, wood-fenced yard, outdoor couch, insulated doghouse, couch which he has exclusive rights to in my bedroom, doggie pals downstairs..
Nevertheless, he is wicked awesome cool. And smarter than most people I meet.
Still winter up here at 53 50N. lat. Snow continues to fall. The weedy gay guy next door even gets out to shovel, but he 'hates having to do Man Stuff'. I shovel, but I wish the other 3 males who live here would notice snow is accumulating and surprise me by moving it. My awesome tenant Jen was the best snow shoveler of either gender I have ever been privileged to share a sidewalk with, but she is in BC now. Best neighbor ever, crazy dogs n all.
Jane wore a turtleneck
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25ThICK0Fbw
A brand new friend. Lloyd Cole and the Commotions is definitely a band for that. I might get one. I might not. Reminds me of my epic Redhead. I loved her so hard. I still do, almost 20 years later. Saw her downtown once last year,; she was with some yuppie twat. She made me feel like somebody had punched me in the fucking soul.
Twentay Yeahs laytah... in a Tim Roff voice, yew get may?
Fackeen Tossah, yew downt git it at all dewyah?
AND MY GIRL IN WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA, i wont even attempt the accent there, because it isnt an accent to people who have lived there for 200 years. I still love her. And another guy also loves her, and they go back farther. Does that question my love? NO it does not. It means I have something in common with some dude I have never met, we both love a unique wild chick with a giant brain from Ashevillle. WESTERN North Carolina. Not fkn Raleigh.
She knows the gems n stones, and is wise in many things. And is fighting for her life, and both the dude (with the Lotus) I have never met, and my own self are fighting and praying she lives some more, because she is worth it and cool and sexy and smart.. and we love her.
A brand new friend. Lloyd Cole and the Commotions is definitely a band for that. I might get one. I might not. Reminds me of my epic Redhead. I loved her so hard. I still do, almost 20 years later. Saw her downtown once last year,; she was with some yuppie twat. She made me feel like somebody had punched me in the fucking soul.
Twentay Yeahs laytah... in a Tim Roff voice, yew get may?
Fackeen Tossah, yew downt git it at all dewyah?
AND MY GIRL IN WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA, i wont even attempt the accent there, because it isnt an accent to people who have lived there for 200 years. I still love her. And another guy also loves her, and they go back farther. Does that question my love? NO it does not. It means I have something in common with some dude I have never met, we both love a unique wild chick with a giant brain from Ashevillle. WESTERN North Carolina. Not fkn Raleigh.
She knows the gems n stones, and is wise in many things. And is fighting for her life, and both the dude (with the Lotus) I have never met, and my own self are fighting and praying she lives some more, because she is worth it and cool and sexy and smart.. and we love her.
Friday, January 14, 2011
felix papallardi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFhM1XZsh6o&feature=grec_index
Wondering if I should cook up some canned stew, cheap-ass hotdogs or begin the meat sauce.
She's a hard go. Now that I have been rejected by the (maybe) most interesting woman in my life (wants to sleep 12 hours/day) I have only myself to blame.
My diet largely consists of meat. I think I invented the frackin Atkins diet.
Dude got dumped. began eating only meat n veg, lost 20 lbs. , put it together, marketed it.
The diet is fuckin irrelevant, the marketing is brill.
Its like Forrest Gump.
but I may have a fall back for tail. She also considers me a fall back, so its cool.
Sex after 40. Unless its love, its just Belly Slappin.
Wondering if I should cook up some canned stew, cheap-ass hotdogs or begin the meat sauce.
She's a hard go. Now that I have been rejected by the (maybe) most interesting woman in my life (wants to sleep 12 hours/day) I have only myself to blame.
My diet largely consists of meat. I think I invented the frackin Atkins diet.
Dude got dumped. began eating only meat n veg, lost 20 lbs. , put it together, marketed it.
The diet is fuckin irrelevant, the marketing is brill.
Its like Forrest Gump.
but I may have a fall back for tail. She also considers me a fall back, so its cool.
Sex after 40. Unless its love, its just Belly Slappin.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
girls, weather: a beginning
For me to embark on an analysis of girls (women; yes I acknowledge I am not talking about female children, but women should have a term equivalent to 'guys' in the anglish langvidge but they dont. Girls to me means 'women I find attractive or am equal to in history'. Or female children, but I draw the line. somewhere... Golda Meir is a woman, Indira Ghandi. I dont want to get them nekkid. Maggie Thatcher- I might like to flog with a cat o nine tails, but the impulses arent sexual or affectionate. ) would be like trying to talk about humans from 500 mill BC to the present.
Like weather, fa Crissakes. It always changes. You think you got a behavior pattern sorted, its all good, nothing is going to go freeaky, then BOOM! One's shirt is suddenly unacceptable. Or the detritus thereon. Suntine, I have dressed up. Rare, dont blink or you'll miss it. My dog sleeps on my bed. I dress for weather, not approval. I was a disappointing guest to a good friend. Zo gehts, move on.
The weather is cold here at the moment. In Edmonotone, Alberta, we usually get about 2 cold snaps per winter when it is -20-something, windchill minus 30-something, which last about 10 days each. There are exceptions. But most winters, thats how she rolls. I do accept that we are in period of climate change. Can we we do shit about it? Maybe. I grew up in Winterpeg, -40 on new year's eve was the norm. Get on the LJ's, scarf it up and try not to pass out in a snow bank.
But at the moment, we have crazy ass weather in east coast n NY, seriously crazy rain in Aus, QLD, these are linked somehow. Not by a human conspiracy, just too much carbon for 2 centuries sent the shit over the line.
What can we do? Conserve. Moderate. In developing countries, educate the girls and stop the boys waving their fkn guns around so much.
If you are planning for a crop, you dont shoot the people with plows. Or the critters pulling em.
I am not really a God guy, in the religious sense. Faith is good, religion is bad, that is my litany.
But to steal from that blues band that got huge after they added the hot chicks:
'Dont stop thinkin about tomorrow..'
'If only you'd believe in miracles, so would I..'
Like weather, fa Crissakes. It always changes. You think you got a behavior pattern sorted, its all good, nothing is going to go freeaky, then BOOM! One's shirt is suddenly unacceptable. Or the detritus thereon. Suntine, I have dressed up. Rare, dont blink or you'll miss it. My dog sleeps on my bed. I dress for weather, not approval. I was a disappointing guest to a good friend. Zo gehts, move on.
The weather is cold here at the moment. In Edmonotone, Alberta, we usually get about 2 cold snaps per winter when it is -20-something, windchill minus 30-something, which last about 10 days each. There are exceptions. But most winters, thats how she rolls. I do accept that we are in period of climate change. Can we we do shit about it? Maybe. I grew up in Winterpeg, -40 on new year's eve was the norm. Get on the LJ's, scarf it up and try not to pass out in a snow bank.
But at the moment, we have crazy ass weather in east coast n NY, seriously crazy rain in Aus, QLD, these are linked somehow. Not by a human conspiracy, just too much carbon for 2 centuries sent the shit over the line.
What can we do? Conserve. Moderate. In developing countries, educate the girls and stop the boys waving their fkn guns around so much.
If you are planning for a crop, you dont shoot the people with plows. Or the critters pulling em.
I am not really a God guy, in the religious sense. Faith is good, religion is bad, that is my litany.
But to steal from that blues band that got huge after they added the hot chicks:
'Dont stop thinkin about tomorrow..'
'If only you'd believe in miracles, so would I..'
the stench of weed
Back in my teenage years (1972-79) I smoked my share of the herb. It was cheaper and weaker then, and given the heat-score factor, we smoked it outside mostly. In somebody's garage, or huddled together outside in stands of trees, usually fat joints of cheap Mexican. Nowadays, its a lot more potent, and in Canadian cities, cops usually dont bust kids for smokin it; but if you had a teenage son, would you want him smokin behind a 7-11 where some cop with a bad mood might roll up in his cruiser, or let him smoke in the house? I would fall into the latter category. But as a guy who might herb up once a month, if that, the stink of over-fertilized hydro weed is like a cow just shit a fresh one to my delicate shnozz.
I know about the smell of cowshit, my favorite uncle was a Dutch dairy farmer married to my ma's lil sister, who was my favorite aunt, and I spent a good deal of time in the ol cowbarn. Hydro weed smells like fresh cowshit, especially indoors. Believe.
I hear them coughing their guts out also, but part of this is my newly quit-smoking GRRRR righteousness. My basement neighbor/tenants, also smokin de herb mon, laid off and whining about it, but smokin weed n gaming all the time.. HMMM, you are out of work so you smoke weed and cough, and sleep until noon or 1 pm..
More and more I sound like somebody's dad. Which I am, so might as well give in to that.
As I have said to the young feller: 'Party after work, not instead of work. '
'If you smoke dope twice a month, it might even be good for you. If you smoke twice a day, it will fuck you up, and sap your energy.'
Back to my poker n beer now. Legal, doesnt mess up my lungs, or stink up anyone's air.
I know about the smell of cowshit, my favorite uncle was a Dutch dairy farmer married to my ma's lil sister, who was my favorite aunt, and I spent a good deal of time in the ol cowbarn. Hydro weed smells like fresh cowshit, especially indoors. Believe.
I hear them coughing their guts out also, but part of this is my newly quit-smoking GRRRR righteousness. My basement neighbor/tenants, also smokin de herb mon, laid off and whining about it, but smokin weed n gaming all the time.. HMMM, you are out of work so you smoke weed and cough, and sleep until noon or 1 pm..
More and more I sound like somebody's dad. Which I am, so might as well give in to that.
As I have said to the young feller: 'Party after work, not instead of work. '
'If you smoke dope twice a month, it might even be good for you. If you smoke twice a day, it will fuck you up, and sap your energy.'
Back to my poker n beer now. Legal, doesnt mess up my lungs, or stink up anyone's air.
shrinking online universe
Back in the 2000's, before the '10's, I used to talk to lots of people online. Some were old friends or workmates I had reconnected with, some were strangers I had met online and become friends with, some were just passers-by who knew some of the previous bunch. Friends of new friends, or just curious lookers, or liked my turn of phrase, or we shared a passion, but there were always messages , kudos, chuckles, rants, etc. to read. .
That was before MySpace dwindled and began to increasingly suck. I quite liked it 05-09, preferred it to facebook because of the blog feature. I met musicians , writers, and GIRLS there, who liked to write. Feckbook, as I call it, always seemed superficial and ADD. It still does, but I'm on it. I post lots of youtube tunes when I have gone beyond the 10 drink stage. I think now especially, with so many people using phones to update their online stuff, its increasingly non-writerish. Its LOL, CU L8R telegraphic garble.
What I will write in this space will be a lot about my awesome dog, Walter, a gracefully aging German Shep (13 but fit) and my 17 1/2 yr old son Ed, who is a great guy for his age, responsible (mostly- he aint perfect, but he isnt a thug or a thief either), smart, and polite to his granny, and various grumbles, mumbles and exhortations that pass through my stubbly mind.
I call it Campfire Beers because that is among my favorite things ever, to sit by a fire outdoors with a few cool ones and a friend or three and just hang. Share some thoughts, light some farts (or not), just exist in a peaceful state by the crackling fire and the cold beers.
That was before MySpace dwindled and began to increasingly suck. I quite liked it 05-09, preferred it to facebook because of the blog feature. I met musicians , writers, and GIRLS there, who liked to write. Feckbook, as I call it, always seemed superficial and ADD. It still does, but I'm on it. I post lots of youtube tunes when I have gone beyond the 10 drink stage. I think now especially, with so many people using phones to update their online stuff, its increasingly non-writerish. Its LOL, CU L8R telegraphic garble.
What I will write in this space will be a lot about my awesome dog, Walter, a gracefully aging German Shep (13 but fit) and my 17 1/2 yr old son Ed, who is a great guy for his age, responsible (mostly- he aint perfect, but he isnt a thug or a thief either), smart, and polite to his granny, and various grumbles, mumbles and exhortations that pass through my stubbly mind.
I call it Campfire Beers because that is among my favorite things ever, to sit by a fire outdoors with a few cool ones and a friend or three and just hang. Share some thoughts, light some farts (or not), just exist in a peaceful state by the crackling fire and the cold beers.
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