November 27th, 2001

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soi-disant & pendulous

soi-disant (swah-dee-ZAHN), adjective:

Self-styled; so-called.

From the French, from soi, "oneself" + disant, "saying," present participle of dire, "to say."

pendulous (PEN-juh-luhs, PEN-dyuh-, -duh-) adjective

1. Hanging

2. Undecided.

From Latin pendulus, from pendere, to hang.
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three degrees of evil news, then off for walkies.

Getting Evicted For Snoring
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Bruce Menia's wife calls the noise her sleeping husband makes snoring, and she usually doesn't notice it.

Menia's landlord calls it a violation of his lease, and has asked him to leave Carpenter Village Apartments -- or face eviction.


Hey! You Got A Your Tooth In My Meatloaf, I Have My Meatloaf In Your Tooth?
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Ed Halayko struck gold when he served his ailing wife meat loaf. But he's not very happy about it.

His wife, Marjorie, spit out a small golden object when she was eating the meat loaf Monday. It turned out to be a dental crown.

Halayko said that since his wife has no crowns -- which are permanent artificial replacements for a decayed tooth -- the crown must have been inside the ground beef and pork he purchased earlier that day.


Fishermen Can't Help But Open Stinky Bag
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Human body parts have been found stuffed in industrial bags in a river on the north coast of New South Wales.

Police say two fishermen made the grisly find late yesterday afternoon on the Hastings River at Wauchope, near Port Macquarie.
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X-MAS... from the holiday archives...

57 ELM STREET
BETHLEHEM, PA.
11:51 P.M., DECEMBER 24TH

Mulder: We're too late! It's already been here.

Scully: Mulder, I hope you know what you're doing.

Mulder: Look, Scully, just like the other homes: Douglas fir, truncated, mounted, transformed into a shrine; halls decked with boughs of holly; stockings hung by the chimney, with care.
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travels - where the road leads

This morning's spreads

Six of swords.eight of pentaclesfor my sweetheart - SIX OF SWORDS: SCIENCE -- Intelligence that has realized its goal. Labor. Work. Success after anxiety. Passage from difficulty. Journey by water. Progress towards solving a problem. May show that there is an open passageway that leads away from troublesome situations, but the destination is unknown.

souds pretty good...I hope that the passage runs well. :)

for myself - EIGHT OF PENTACLES: PRUDENCE -- Intelligence applied to material affairs. Agriculture. Building. Skill. Cunning. Industriousness. Successful use of creative skills and craftsmanship in the job. The completion of tasks is indicated as well as the reward of completion.

I hope that mine means the system I'm working on will be done today...I'd like this project to be finished.

Walkies this morning were truncated. I was out for perhaps 20 minutes before heading back in... strong sun and heavy gravity drove me back into my cave. I preferred to just shower and shave, and I'll to some walkies later tonight, to knock me out before bedtime. I just didn't have the interest in doing the hour walk after waking up... the morning was too heavy.
  • Current Music
    soft birds and ceiling fan whir.
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What *is* that?

It's either a spreadable meat by-product or... nesting hamsters!

It is fur-bearing, and that's what throws you.
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    Coffee Achiever
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stream of thought

work and mix, make things run just right. smooth and swift or stagger and lurch, as long as the job gets done... time enough for details later.

functional but ugly, elegant in execution, patchwork monster shambles through the unknown... a forest of uncertainty, some branches bite with small serrated teeth, one day to become logs of this day and those since.

belts and gears push a white noise lullaby into you, drowsing despite the engine fuel. an eternity of tests can wear even a diamond smooth, over time. cold wind in a reverse chimney pumps prickly skin over the body, drawing each hair to attention even those protected at the nape by their elongated brethren.

unnatural tension on a steel post, the blood breathes time through the gills of the rainbow, holding fast in the now, but allowing the illusion of motion everwhere else.

from cogs and gears, thoughts of organic forms shine out. a place of comfort and smiles, elegance, beuaty sublime, all touch becomes right, all senses enhanced.

crave the comfort of spoons in bed, a spoonful of sugar, a strong arm around a soft but enduring form next to my own. leopard spots in the twilight, breathy sighs and natural laughter raise spirits, mood, and pulse. a mulitifaceted gem, full of soft light and grace, friend, lover, child, queen, guide and follower. touchstone of peace and light, helps me to see myself. the one I love. makes me strive to be a knight, father, lover, help and generally a true man. come with me... together we are more than we are apart. from two made into one, the world can be made a better place... chemical fusion, emotional bonds, spiritual light all shift to show us together, sharing sensation.
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    icq or business hiding her replies?
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I still miss him.

I also did this last year.

Yesterday would've been my father's 56th birthday, were he still alive. He's still in my thoughts. He passed away a little over 13 years ago.

Things about my dad at 32, to the best of my memory. The year was 1977. I think it was the first time we saw Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas, and dad liked close encounters of the 3rd kind more than star wars. (we thought he was crazy...) He had two boys, age 8 and 4, recently celebrating 10th wedding anniversary, his wife a hairdresser, studying to be a RN, he an engineer. Two cars, the green chevy duster and the canary corvette stingray... the tinker car was gone, replaced by a motorcycle, a harley of some sort. I remember riding on the gas tank. We still went fishing or had some other 'boys time'. once a month, and every Sunday was family day. No hairy pets because of the littlest boy's asthma... any pets had to be reptiles or of an outdoor variety. His TV interests, aside from Fernwood Tonight (which bored me to tears) was War or Nature Documentaries... but Grizzly Adams and Hardy Boys were shows we kids were watching. There was a great mall near where we lived... two levels, and it had a really neat bookstore and a good five and dime to buy toys. He had medium/short hair and a mustache, at this point. Smoked cigarettes (only outside)... was transitioning to a pipe. we had moved from the four-bedroom to a three-bedroom apartment, rear Sally and Bill Brunot's place... nice folks, both artists, I have no idea what they did for money. I think Bill was some sort of architect, and worked with my Dad on a few projects. He went with us on guy's days out, more often than not. I can't remember where we vacationed that year...I seem to remember it as a lean time, even though we were doing ok...maybe we didn't go anywhere, aside from a fun little trip to King's Dominion. Oh, wait! we went up north for Thanksgiving in MA, with family. Christmas was spent at home, mostly. He had 10 years left to live. I wonder what he'd have done differently if he knew.

Things about me at 32, to the best of my memory. The year is 2001. Justice League and Samauri Jack are the premier cartoons...Have seen far fewer movies this year than in the last 5 or so... reality tv is popular, as is millionaire... both styles I'm not really interested in...who knows what'll be memorable in another few years. I've been in a serious relationship for well over a year now, no children, but am raising a healthy little fur-son pretty well, I think. He's 2, raised happily from three weeks. Living in a one bedroom apartment, a nicer place than this time last year. I've been trying to spend some time on sunday's with my brother, but his work schedule makes it less than doable every weekend. We do talk on the phone very frequently, though. He's still allergic to animals. Best movie I've seen this year is probably Memento... Jay and Silent Bob Strike back was cute, as a silly film. The average TV I'm watching is Nature / Forensic Documentaries or cartoons playing in the background. There's a dead mall near where I live, with little of value in it, but there are a few bookstore/coffee shops is just up the street that's just fantastic, for both old and new books. I've currently got my goatee, and hair reaches well down my back. I don't think I remember dad having more than 3 or 4 days growth of beard, and that was when he was off for the week, and in super slack-mode. before my goatee, I had a full beard. My big guy-pals are Dave and Dan, both of whom I don't get to see very often, as Dave's a soon to be father (remodelling his place) and Dan's a teacher (pretty hectic until Holiday Break). I've worked with Dave on a project or two, as he's a web-head, also, more into graphics than programming. This year, I really haven't gone anyplace for an extended vacation. I'm overdue for a camping trip or *something*. I really hope I have more than a decade left. Different styles, plus my health is good. barring accidents, I don't see why I can't go for another 3 or 4, at least. What would I do differently, if I knew I only had a decade left? I don't know... I'm glad I don't know one way or the other.

Similar lives but different. Maybe more similar than I thought.

I'll clean this up later, but it's good to get all the basics out.
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    Dave Matthews Band - Christmas Song (live 12-19-98)
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happy birthday mayah denise bohl! (may---ahh)

born 4:55 sunday nov 25,2001!

hippie baby! 7lbs 3oz :) 5 hours labor!! fast!

Congrats to Cathi & Dave!
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    Police - Don't Stand So Close to Me '86 (Hotrod's Radio)
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Some of JRR Tolkien's finest



I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.