Feeling great relief at the eternal hominess which is Sorabji.com. Hi Mark!!!

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upset, saw a cat get runover on the way to work. This is the 2nd animal i have seen get runover in 3 weeks. I am very disturbed, i have the cat's face, shrieking in pain imbedded in my mind. I think the cat will live, i FEEL the cat will live.....i am so very disturbed at the face of death......

what is going on?

thinking that i have no skills and that nobody wants to hire me. feeling sorry for myself in general.

De nada, Heather.I'm sure your schedule was as packed as mine, and anyone would be a little reluctant about meeeting someone they only know over the internet.

Next time, we'll be sure to bump into each other.


spent the day at home, in bed. Trying to recover from this illness, which i sincerly hope is NOT the flu. It's been so long since I've had it, I don't know what the symptoms are, or hwo to distinguish it from a common cold (which I rarely get either). I haven't felt as fatigued as I recall you are supposed to. I could've gotten out of bed earlier, but I said to myself, how many more times are you going to get to stay in bed all day?

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thinking kung pao chicken and peppers would be nice for dinner.

yeah

I think I will make kung pao chicken and peppers.

Also looking at the picture from the company xmas party. We all got zapped by the human resources gal. Despite my head being turned in an obvious "i don't wanna be photographed" manner, she took it anyway. Complete waste of film.

a little distraught at the fact a construction worker got crushed to death by a falling steel girder at the construction site across the street. Today has been about death or the face of the death or the sound of death (as recalled by the maintenence guy named Pablo).

STOP FOLLOWING ME DEATH!!!!!

STOP TAUNTING ME WITH VIOLENT DEATH.

Hollywood blvd. is getting weirder and weirder every day. The insane are coming out in droves. The bearded lady especially freaks me, but the ones i truly enjoy are the ones who talk to themselves. A co-worker and I were standing there having a smoke and one walks by. He says "Hey baby it's ok, it's gonna be alright" She turns with a sinister eye and continues walking all the while grumbling, snarling and carrying on. He says "baby don't be mad at me now". She continues only now she is pointing one nasty finger at him and is now showing her teeth, much a like a growling dog. Finally he gives up as she is almost out of earshot and says "Go ahead then".

In addition to the handful of impersonators, the insane make the blvd. truly colorful.

starting the new job on the 31st. This summer they're actually going to PAY ME to, among other interesting things, ride a bike through the park.

procreation is the difference between making miracles and having recreation.

feeling like spider

two papers and now two days to write them


luckily they're short

looking at the big fat flakes of snow. i have an interview tomorrow at an "internet company." in olympia, that probably means something really pathetic and lame, but i figure i'll check it out anyhow. what the hell do i have to lose?

try to stay positive agatha. i know what hell it is, but you do have skills and lots to offer.

me, i just began negotiations this morning for a job as a web development manager for a start-up. might not know anything for a month or two, but at least it's a start.

now i'm out to kinkos to fax s'more resumes around.

congrats simon :-)

thanks. you're next, kiddo.

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I,m still up,but not standing,I forget what I was going to say,maybe it was lie.

A fib.

dining on the stone patio, ocean side, at La Cocina, reflecting on lizard soup, and thinking that arriving is more feared than starting over, more feared than lizard legs adrift, more feared to fly a soul to those coordinates where light is superfluous to its seeing, and grief has no hold, as in remembering Shalimar in the moonlight; thinking things like that, and enjoying the sarahs and the maggies and the julies and the dereks I've met out here on the frontier. thx for listening,

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not listening to that middle part

sorry daniel

posting like a maniac until exhuastion sets in so as to avoid the quiet before sleep. i ran out of valium, that's why.

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wondering what middle part heather is not listening to...hoping this isn't a purely vegetarian site...sitting here pulling one sock on before my first encounter with clients...thinking about the next chapter...what is it: the Shalimar part, or the lizard that caught your attention? I spent a while on an island full of them (they became my friends) only to go to dinner one night and find them on the menu at La Cocina; Guerlain's errie scent, well, that's a different story. Same moonlit night, different story.

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phreakin!!!!!!!!!

procrastinating
if you couldn't tell

down with the flu.

Bluh. I think I am gettting better, but I hate how it screws up your sleeping. i'm normally a mild-tempered guy, but fuck with my sleeping, and you better watch out. Anyway, called the doctor today, and they said that I just needed to keep on doing what I have been,m that is resting and taking in lots of fluids. I think I may be getting my appetite back, too. I still feel all fuzzy-headed, tho, so my posts may be a little more on the incoherent side than they normally are.

Oh, and thanks, J, for the get-well card, it was much appreciated.

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still working. and listening. I thought a woman was talking over a speaker system, like when they announce that someone needs to dial 213 or something... but it wasn't. Her voice just carries like that. Creepy.

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hoping if that kitty cat lived, that someone got it to a vet. I hate seeing that. Lemme go and hug my cat now.

:-)

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Pssssst....hey Jimbabe....I gotta cat you can hug babe...

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i have hugged a pussy today




(yes Jim, a woman was rushing to it as we passed)

Danipoo... LOL

Patrick... I'm glad.

Everyone... I might get some this weekend.

woooHOOO

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finished hooking up his new zip drive, which involved taking apart part of my desk because I had set up the whole thing really stupid in the first place.

Had a night of actually sleep last night, although it was full of really odd dreams. Disturbingly, I woke up once half-convinced i was a woman. This was also (i think) when I had woken up drenched in sweat, so it must have been the result of a fever that occured while I was asleep.

Dreams aside, that sleep did me good. I have more energy today, and no fevers at all. cough is a little better. I have to go to the store later, but I may need to lie down for a little while first. The whole zip thing took a lot out of me, and I am still fuzzy headed.

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Wishing I could send Sem some chicken soup,wishing I could beat the hell of the other granny,so pissed I,m crying.I,m going to go pound some nails and break some plates.

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happy for anyone getting some. Good luck.

Also peeling the label off a spent AA battery. Exciting stuff.

Did you know that those rectangular 9-volt batteries are nothing but 6 teensy 1.5-volt batteries in a little package? They're adorable. Like AAAA-size batteries.

Workin - Call me Bug Barbeque.

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Everytime I take a crap it's a cosmic experience

Religion and chemicals are the keys to the future

Next time we have sex, just pretend that I'm Ed Meese


When people are asllep We must all become Alarm Clocks

That's the Power of lard

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SOMEONE MUST DIE. TODAY.

i hope it's not me. i just got my quick cam in the mail today and i wanted to set it up tomorrow and try it out before i pass away.

Reading the Recipes at Crack Aficionado & laughing my ass off!

http://www.thethirdrail.com/crack

Got a Thing.

in the mail.

From Swine.

$, count'em, 4 cd's fat-packed with live P-Funk, plus the Roots' live album.

Let me tell you, Swine may not be the most on-time fella, but when he delivers,

PLADOW!


muchas muchas gracias, senor swine. I am humbled before the honor of your gift.

I got a Thing
you got a thing
Everybody's got a thing..."

oh, yeah...

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i got the quick cam installed but i'm too stoopids to figure out how to make it go live on the web.

it's raining outside anyway...

waiting for. The yard's ever present crows; new birdseed; laundry; and last night, I avoided spilling fettucine with mushrooms down my sweater when I dined in a basement booth at Rossini's with my blue eyed psychic friend Jacqueline. I like her. She knows nothing about electronic creativity; knows less about herself; sometimes the outpost is empty of song, you know. Hope every one is enjoying Saturday night. Oh yes, and if Heather is listening, I won't be going back to Aruba until 12 June. One lovely place.

sitting, hungry in a small room with an old computer. Since school got out for christmas, my IRC channel got de-registered. it'd desolate and I'm lonely. As soon as school gets cranked up to speed again, I'm going to try and repair the damage. Sigh.

Something's wrong with my neck, too. Damn scoliosis.

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i want to be like mark.


(this is so goofy)

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you kind of have a Mark expression on your face there. So way to go.


I'm eating popcorn. It's called "Sting Me". do they have a popcorn place called Kernels in the states?

My family just went to Florida, and here I am, home alone... that is until Thursday, when I fly to Wisconsin... fun stuff.

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remember The Monkey's Paw? be careful what you wish for, sarah.

Just sitting here with Jay, and reading this.

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glad you got it.

and glad you Get It.

that shit is part of me like my liver. like my kidneys. like my heart. like my penis.

it is my Major Organ.

(what do you call your baby?)

you received 4 out of about 20 live cds that i own of the parliafunkadelicment thang.

i sent it to you not only to repay the debt that i owe for the laswell stuff, but also to flip your fucking wig.

they flip mine.

everytime.



you have my e-address. send mail if you'd like more.

sarah once said that george aint shit.

i'm sending her "live at beverly theatre" to prove her wrong.



my name is mistaswine.



i'm funk and i'm proud.

rummaging thru again. Sweet jesus, Sarah, you got some fine pics of the Island; my favorites: Fire Pond (title of a poem by friend Micheal Rosen in the New Yawker some years ago about my ancestral home burning, ya da ya) and In the Tube (great color, wish I cd hv been there w/ you). Syrup diggity dot is a fine place; the door was open; I walked in; feel a bit like ohana after an hour or two there. Do I recognize the chrome around the window to be VW-ish? Mine's an 88, antenna broken off for a straight shooter...(not for me). Thx for the tour, take care, you're not alone out there, and change is coming.

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getting Penny the Cowdog spayed tomorrow.

Say it loud!!!

Dying because my old lady is about to dump me and she was my only heroin contact in this stupid fucking town...

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holy shit. i am completely tired. what a long, stupid-ass worthless day. hey, asshole, stick it in your

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yay! i'm stoked.

but listen up podling. i never said that about george or p-funk. we had this argument years ago, way back when the dots were relevant, so i guess i can't expect you to remember. what i did say was that james brown is the founder of funk as well as the godfather of soul. and nobody can deny that. unless they're a fool or somethin'.

i can't type much, it hurts; i played guitar today until my fingers bled. i was windward side all day. after we had lunch at the beach, deeann, michael (yes, michael) and i played from about 2-4pm, and then after naps we all headed over to mahiai's in waimanlo for the regular sunday evening jam, from 6-11pm. i didn't stop the entier time, only to pee.

i'm learning slack key. it's bitchin.

now i'm about to collapse. goodnight.

just to end this all: the two of you can go back and forth about george and james, but the truth of the matter is you're both right.

almost.

it was bootsy.

thinking about taking up swine on his offer.

Man, we are the same page about this shit. I was converted about 1:30 into the first Beverly Theater disc. I think they cured my flu.

My wig is flipped.

I came into work today to realize, along with everyone else, that it's a federal holiday (MLK DAY) and I didn't have to be here. Having missed a week already, I said fuckit and went to work. I had a bunch of beaurocratic BS to deal with. Now I amslacking here for a while before hitting the site reports again.

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funk?

whaddayouknowabout the funk?

you're about as funky as john tesh.

the fact of the matter is that the funk was coming from all different directions from a variety of different musicians. The Godfather gets that title because he was the most successful. why? cuz he had some of the baddest motherfuckers in the world in his line-up and he shaped that classic sound through intense discipline.

make no mistake, james brown was a strict-daddy.

which is probably why some of his best musicians took off to join parliament-funkadelic and get down with the free-form funk from outer space.

james brown started the party.

george clinton came in and dosed the punch with acid.

and then there is always the fela kuti factor. fela was getting funky in nigeria at the same time james brown was creating his sound in america.

anyway, arguing about who founded what is schwagg for music critics. and as i've said before, music critics are some of the most worthless wankers on the globe.

jesus christ. you ever been to a john tesh concert, swine?

mr. tesh is quite funky. in fact, bryant gumbel once called him "the funkster". and who, do tell, knows funk better than bryant gumbel?

developing narcolepsy and poor spelling.

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Isn't John Tesh held up as sacred by the Canadians? I'm sure I saw a huge golden statue of him as I flew over Toronto some days ago. There seemed to be well worn paths leading to it from each of the cardinal directions. We were pretty high up, but i'm certain there were throngs of worshippers at the site.

Later, I heard tell of a secret Canadian Government program to breed Tesh with Celine Dion to create a race of supermen.

Which is why we need to get the George Clinton artificial insemination program into full gear. I volunteer your sister.

Remembering Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Hoping others around the world are doing the same.

Sending Mark a big kiss & a thank you putting up the speech again.

I'm gonna knock you out, Semillama.

Oww.
Oww.
The Canadian Government has apologized on several occasions for Brian Adams.
Oww.

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Mama said knock you out.

Scott Hamill in a robot suit.


Bomb Canada...they've done enough damage.

don't call it a comeback!

actually it was Meldrick who said "I'm goin' knock you out." at first I thought it might have been B.A., but no, it was Meldrick alright.

and you're all in Deep Do-Do.

Thinking about Clark.
Thanks, Gee.
I haven't thought about him in a while.
But I have the BIGGEST thing for him. Gee, what's happened to his career? Gee? Help me out here. And say hi, or yataheh, to yer maw.

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at work, again. Boss is in California for teh week, so I can come here on my lucn break w/out worrying about looking like I am slacking.

Gonna try to track down a tax preparer this afternoon. I need to get this tax crap off my back soon so I can go and get a new car.

The monument you saw in Toronto was the CN Tower and it is a structure in honour of John HOLMES .........and that is a whole different line of thought.

Mr. Nate, what the hell do you know about funk? Better yet, what the hell does Bryant Gumble know about the funk. He can eats ma shit which is blacker than him and he'll call it funk!!!!

That white washed muthafucker ain't nothin but a talking head, a Henson/Microsoft prodigy gone too far.

Funk this!


ps-Maury P better keep an eye on his "Chung-thang!"..........the Tesh-master is on the prowl

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hey mista flatline.

got your musak delivery.

that shit is bugged out.

what the hell is your e-address anyway?

get back at me.

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switching over form listening to melancholy folk to melancholy grindcore...

having a debate with a co-worker over whether or not fish can think about things.

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eager to see the rocket launch tonight.

Heads up Sheila, you should get a great view. Hope the cloud cover is gone.....

this is the same rocket and launch that we got a great view of in October.

Testing the new anti-missle missle......depending on weather, I may head up to the hills with my tele lense and snap some shots.

going to seattle to support my friend during labor. it's a baby, almost!

waiting for sarah to git down with that peanut butter.

Of course fish think. It probably goes something like, "Yep, there's my fake plant... " or "Rocks sure look good today."

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thinking "master database" sounds dirty.

TAG! YOU'RE IT!

nuhuh, i was on base.

DAMN THAT JAR IS HALF GONE SARAH!!!!!1

well, nate told me it was good i was dealing with the menace of idle peanut butter.


he recommends skippy though.

no no no you both got it worng.....Peter Pan is by far the creamiest.........and whoever eats that crunchy shit needs a headkick!

I am wondering kind of jelly you kids prefer. Up until recently, it has always been concord grape. Now I have a hankerin for apple jelly. I hate the little bits in strawberry jelly.

buggin'.

roasted honeynut crunchy jif is the only way to go.

ch�nka
ch�nka.

i aint no adobe hut.

That stuff, no way can I eat it if I want to lose fat. I have to content myself with reduced fat creamy Jif.

i got a letter from a classmate today. I looked at the return address and thought, "Who do I know in Las Vegas? I don't think anybody from sorabji is from there..." I opened it up and it was a high school classmate who got married (so that's why I didn't recognize the name) and wanting to start up a newsletter. She must be a housewife, i thought, else she would have no damn time for this shit. I half-heartedly filled out the questionaire, full of places to describe your marriages and kids and what-not. Mine is fairly blank, I don't fit a lot of those categories because I haven't done those things. i almost put in the three years I spent flipping pizzas under the career part. It wasn't until today that I realized that i truly couldn't give a rat's ass about my classmates. Oh, there's a couple i wouldn't mind hearing about, but I just have no desire to seek any of them out, you know? All the people who were important to me back in high school, i am still tight with. Shit, what a stupid thing to get in the mail.

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yep, she must be a housewife, alright.

choosy moms choose JIF.

llama, llama, llama.

jesus herbie christ.

you must be an archaeologist.

we are in the storm cloud here. cannot see anything tonight.

eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with STRAWBERRY JAM. Bama! the best, seedy as everything, but lacking the big cold lumps of preserves have. Looking forward to having my jelly glass when i finish the jar, too.

reading about peanut butter, geez...and writing about women and my father, age, remembering that only crunchy almond butter goes on Sandy's bagels, while smooth generic (fat)cream goes on Melissa's dry (no goddam butter!) whole wheat, seeds and crunchy crap preferred but must have smooth pb. G@d, and all I had today is remembered as chicken broth with onions and fresh garasomething mushrooms (no, not that kind) thinly sliced and simmered gently with basil and a little garlic. Now, that's real food; none of that brown slimey stick to the roof of your mouth paste for me...I can't believe I'm responding to peanut butter fetishees...and sarah's peanut butter cam...what would Skippy say?

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welcoming little jackson into the world. welcome, little baby! enjoy your stay!

Jackson. That's a nice name for a little boy. I hope it's a little boy. A big boy would have been painful. teehee!

Margret: http://www.eonline.com/News/Items/0,1,5485,00.html

Thanks, Gee. I am a little irritated that they're doing a TV movie for Homicide instead of releasing one to the theaters, but now I can have my Clark fix. Oh, lord, and Danvers. He's little, but I always found him cute.

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agreeing with Swine re:

roasted honeynut crunchy jif. That stuff rocks!

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yeah, man.

but it's actually made by skippy, not jif.

so suck ass and prosper.

i gotta get back on the one.

I,ve seen John Holmes,his thing was so big it was scarey,apple butter...my aunt made the best apple butter,that,s what I like on p-nut butter.I,m so bored it,s not even funny.Yesterday I ran back and forth across the house,from my bedroom where my webtv is hooked up to the other end of the house where the computer is hooked up.Finally realized I couldn,t get e-mail or the internet because I don,t have an ISP,because I do have some pride,I won,t say how long it took me to figure it out.

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Extra-super-crunchy is the only way to go. It's Peanut butter! Give me peanuts!

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eating lunch and growing a beard. It's actually snowing here.