I have ridden a 500-pound Vincent through traffic on the Ventura Freeway with burning oil on my legs and run the Kawa 750 Triple through Beverly Hills at night with a head full of acid.
I have ridden with Sonny Barger and smoked weed in biker bars with Jack Nicholson, Grace Slick, Ron Zigler, and my infamous old friend Ken Kesey, a legendary Cafe Racer.
Some people will tell you that slow is good-and it may be, on some days-but I am here to tell you that fast is better. I’ve always believed this, in spite of the trouble its caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba.
Hunter S. Thompson
Song of the Sausage Creature
Cycle World; March, 1995
~ unidentified signalman, escort carrier Fanshaw Bay, after the battle of Samar
Codenamed “Center Force,” it was the most formidable surface fleet thus far assembled. Eleven destroyers, two light cruisers, six heavy cruisers, and four battleships. The flagship was the super battleship Yamato, which outweighed all thirteen ships of Taffy 3 combined. This massive Japanese flotilla had been created for a single purpose: to destroy the American forces currently landing on the Philippine island of Leyte. The only thing standing between the amphibious invasion force at Leyte and utter annihilation was tiny little Taffy 3.
This wasn’t David vs. Goliath, folks. This was David vs. Godzilla. Going up against Japanese capital ships with destroyers and destroyer escorts was suicide. But the men of Task Group 77.4 had no choice, and they knew it. So they threw themselves into a one-sided battle, hoping to overwhelm the superior Japanese force with sheer ferocity.
Fucking insulation morons showed up at 1500. Wat gave them instructions and split at 1710. At 1820, while pumping gas into the company truck, the phone rang to report a water leak. Thinking quickly, Wat remembered they were blowing the attic and that there are live sprinklers throughout the building. So it wasn't a leak, but more like Noelle's Fludde. Fire department. Four people put out for at least the night. Maintenance guy on first shift of fire watch - and Wat on second shift. Jesus H. Motherfucking Christ!!!
Yeah, it always is. Wat used to work for the company that seemed to avoid competent help. Anyway, the phone rang a little while ago. Seems the sprinkler emergency crew is very competent. They had the system repaired and after running a few tests an' sich, and a call to the fire department, they were going to call offf the fire watch.
Happy Wednesday!!! Didn't sleep all that well. It's been annoying since after work. And it's going to be very annoying getting my floor ready for the move-ins. This is quite the reverse. And it'll earn my presence there until it's done. There will be much scrambling of little feet running to do Wat's bidding, Wat will be fair, but firm.
It is nothing compared to the battle off Samar for which today is the anniversary.
Do or do not. No try there is . . . .
When you ride in a boat and watch the shore, you might assume that the shore is moving. But when you keep your eyes closely on the boat, you can see that the boat moves. Similarly, if you examine myriad things with a confused body and mind you might suppose that your mind and nature are permanent. When you practice intimately and return to where you are, it will be clear that nothing at all has unchanging self.
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~ "Actualizing the Fundamental Point" by Zen Master Dogen
We've had the first batch of fire department weasels out to pay us a visit. Two guys, black F-150 with Stealth Lights, and tactical vests that said "Poelease Fire Marshal." Really? WTF is that??? Never the fuck mind, I really don't want/need to know. Anyway, they were here to look at the repaired bus'-up pipe, the main valve, and the alarm box.
It seems that when the pressure drops in the system, the alarms all go off. It doesn't know the difference between being deployed for fire extinguishing or if it's just a leak from a bus'-up pipe.
Dropped the Sube off to get tires, oil, alignment. Walking to the office on a dark street this morning, I saw a person in ragged clothes on a bicycle towing a bike trailer. The bike wasn't noteworthy. The rider did have a headlamp. There were two 20 pound propane cylinders in the bike trailer loosely covered by a blanket. The trailer wasn't hitched but was tied to the bike with rope.
There could be a lot of things going on here and it would be a sin to make an assumption. A local guy could of been heading over to the gas station to get the cylinders filled because he's grilling a huge lunch. Or, needs more fuel for his coffee hut on the roadside. Or, he just likes pedaling around dragging some propane cylinders. Or.......
Wat tolerates the scrap metal guys as long as they don't toss shit outta the dumpster that was in the dumpster while they're looking for what they want that's in the dumpster and toss that outta the dumpster and then don't toss the other shit that they tossed outta the dumpster back into the dumpster. Because they start that shit and Wat shut's it donw fast and tosses them off the job.
I'll call them motherfucking fire poelease.
We figured out the dehumidifiers. We're still waiting on the other fire people.
too often the people complain that they have
done nothing with their
lives.
and then they wait for somebody to tell them
that this isn’t so.
look, you’ve done this and that and you’ve
done that and that’s
something.
you really think so?
of course.
but they had it right.
they’ve done nothing.
shown no courage.
no inventiveness.
they did what they were taught to
do.
they did what they were told to
do.
they had no resistance, no thoughts
of their own.
they were pushed and shoved
and went obediently.
they had no heart.
they were cowardly.
they stank in life.
they stank up life.
and now they want to be told that
they didn’t fail.
you’ve met them.
they’re everywhere.
the spiritless.
the dead-before-death gang.
be kind?
lie to them?
tell them what they want to hear?
tell them anything they want to hear?
people with courage made them what they
aren’t
and if they ask me, I’ll tell them what they
don’t want to hear.
it’s better you
keep them away from me, or
they’ll tell you I’m a cruel man.
Does anyone ever live the Complete Life? Is that something that's even possible? Not sure, and not sure if I have an opinion. But, based on my general lack of faith in the bulk of what is passed off for/loosely called Humanity, I'm seriously in doubt. I'm also reasonably sure that it's a personal thing and that it doesn't matter. 1000 years from now when they dig up your bones, they'll have no idea who you thought you are . . . .
Well, I think it was really just determination that really meant something. I can't believe that they didn't just go in and wipe us out. We confused the Japanese so much. I think it deterred them. It was a great experience.
I have had varying luck with them. A couple of them I have assured that I'll be a'callin' da poelease on them if'n I see they dumb asses back on my job, and they must have believed me.
Home. Grazing in. Eating feels uninspired tonight. Nevertheless, it's better than what's in the What's For Dinner thread.
The others had mac and cheese which I won't eat so I finished up the potato wedges and chilli in the fridge, with a healthy amount of cheese and sour cream of course. Another busy day, but no fires, fire inspectors, pohleese, or any other surprises. I'm loving this week but can't help the feeling that something is going happen.
I think that, too, maybe, but not to fear. Wat will attend to this one, too.
Happy Thursday!!! Slept okay, better than last night, but that's a very low bar. It's 55 headed for 80 today. It garbage and recycling day, and all that shit is out at the alley. The boys are quiet and the girls are playing kinda rough. We will have more bodies at work today, and maybe we'll get the promised city visit, too. We'll see.
Coffee, insh'Allah that you do your thing.
The doorstep to the temple of wisdom is a knowledge of our own ignorance.
~ Benjamin Franklin
"The only reason we don't open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don't feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else's eyes."