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I'm baaack!

Whatever the hell happened to global warming, AL? Where is it when you need it? Three weeks into autumn and we've skipped the rest of the season and leap-frogged into winter.

I'm one of the lucky ones that survived Buffalo's October surprise. :eek:
Thursday night {Oct 12}, around 11:30, lost all power due to heavy wet snow bringing down all those beautiful {and colorful} hardwood trees (most firs survived with minimal damage). All the trees still hadn't changed colors yet; some still had plenty of green. By the time the snow ended Friday morning we had 2 feet of snow - very heavy wet snow. The fireworks at the power substation was a real sight - blues, greens, & red-orange flashes - quite a sight, even from 2 miles away. We got some of our power back yesterday {Oct 15} - it'll take an electrician to explain how only half the house can have power.

Couldn't go anywhere until last night. The entire drive was covered with tree branches - so was the car (only got a minor dent). And after about a third of the downed lines being restored, still today there are over 255,000 customers without electricity.

The apple trees out back took a major hit. Weight of the snow was so great that some trees didn't just break - they got uprooted! And after we get some professional tree people in to remove three of the most severely damaged trees (50 - 75 year old trees), we'll have several years worth of firewood.

Sure hope the forecast for a mild winter comes true - this fall is already a killer!

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I go for a walk nearly every day. Usually I do this very early in the morning, just after I get up. At this time of the year, it is still dark when I am out.

My normal route takes me past a small private school. There is a moderately sized yard in front of the school, and a large chestnut tree. A few days ago, I was walking very early—around 5:30 AM. When I came to the school, there was a loud rustling in the leaves, as if an animal was foraging for food. There are many raccoons and opossums in the neighborhood, and I always like to spot them if I can. It was very dark, but I thought I caught a flash of light from the eyes, the way a cat's eyes will suddenly flash brightly at just the right angle. Then I saw that it was actually a flashlight, moving along a fence. The person holding the light was looking intently for something on the ground. This bothered me, as I was thinking drug stash, not lost car keys. As I walked rapidly away, a small dog in a locked car barked and barked at me.

This morning I went walking after the sun had come up. When I came to the school, two people were walking about the yard, heads downward, looking intently at the ground. This time there was no barking dog in a locked car.

The morning paper ran a story about people foraging for chestnuts.
 
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Tzara said:
I go for a walk nearly every day. Usually I do this very early in the morning, just after I get up. At this time of the year, it is still dark when I am out.

My normal route takes me past a small private school. There is a moderately sized yard in front of the school, and a large chestnut tree. A few days ago, I was walking very early—around 5:30 AM. When I came to the school, there was a loud rustling in the leaves, as if an animal was foraging for food. There are many raccoons and opossums in the neighborhood, and I always like to spot them if I can. It was very dark, but I thought I caught a flash of light from the eyes, the way a cat's eyes will suddenly flash brightly at just the right angle. Then I saw that it was actually a flashlight, moving along a fence. The person holding the light was looking intently for something on the ground. This bothered me, as I was thinking drug stash, not lost car keys. As I walked rapidly away, a small dog in a locked car barked and barked at me.

This morning I went walking after the sun had come up. When I came to the school, two people were walking about the yard, heads downward, looking intently at the ground. This time there was no barking dog in a locked car.

The morning paper ran a story about people foraging for chestnuts.

I just knew this was going to be bad when you told the part about the dog barking. I could just see the criminal running you down and lord knows what from there. You have a suspenseful write here my friend. Or my mind is just running away with me as of late, lol.
Kinda ... the glass if half empty ... these days ~ :rolleyes:

:rose:
 
my summer 1994

O B S E S S I V E _ S U M M E R






summer 94​
(I)


i run
and i play chess
these Summer days
i mean i do
nothing else but
i run
and i play chess
i run
and i play chess
i run
and ...
...




summer 94 (II)


i listen to mozart
to all hundreds of him
i listen to music
alert and asleep
awake and adream
i be in the kingdom of music
lost in the mozart's universe




H. Texas
94-08-13
 
The bridge of my nose hurts. :rolleyes:

Last year sinus surgery, no biggie right ... not ~!!

Anywho, last night while sleeping I woke up. Have no clue why, but I got outta bed and was going to the bedroom door. I saw a red "light" flashing, waving( ?) I thought oh lord I left one of my candles lit. I started to run out the door to put it out .... I ran smack into the door, with my face. My nose took the brunt of the pain. I had forgotten I had closed the door :rolleyes:
The light you ask? Quiet simply, I had turn on the radio before bed. I am so used to it, I forgot about the lil red light that stays on. It was reflecting off the door :eek:

OK, So now ya'll have heard my horror story today,
unless you wanna hear how my teen daughter called from school, crying about split pants and needing to be picked up. Long story short, the hole was 3 inches below the back of her knee. She had called all over heck and half of Georgia trying to get me to pick her up :rolleyes:
Somethings ya just have to let go, or you blow a gasket eh ~

Hope your day was much better, lol ~

:rose:
 
Feathered Friendly Days

I wrote a poem about a sky feather,
read about feather paths
and in a week I have seen a duck
waddle past the office, a pukeko
wiggle its tail at me, a grey heron
fly across the sky
as if it were standing and flapping wings,
and this morning, I watched a sparrow
hiding in the long grass,
bobbing its head, sniffing daisies
and dandelions, bathing
in dust as if to tease me out
to play.
 
Famous people

I sat next to David Crosby on a plane once. After he had his liver transplant, if I remember correctly. Phyllis Diller, too, if you know who that is. She had really big diamonds on her hands. Big diamonds. Big.

Redd Foxx and I shared a bus to Hertz. We didn't talk. He's dead now.

I almost tripped Harvey Keitel in the Burbank airport.

I sat next to Peter Lynch on a flight to Boston. He has big feet.

Michael Kinsey looked nervous all the time. Read a lot of newspapers.

Steve Ballmer rode in coach.
 
I shook Harvey Keitel's hand once at a play in SoHo (he was an audience member coming backstage). I also irritated Wendy Wasserstein and twice startled Tim Robbins who is very tall. I spotted Susan Sarandon at the Farmer's Market on Union and she is smaller than she looks. That's it for my brushes with fame.

Tim Robbins is hawt, btw.
 
cherries_on_snow said:
I spotted Susan Sarandon at the Farmer's Market on Union and she is smaller than she looks.
She is not. . . oh. You mean short. ;)
 
famous people -- long live trivia!

I met many outstanding minds, and some famous people. Mostly casually, marginally. I never seeked any such contacts, I never went out of my way, just the opposite. Nevertheless, it has happened.

I like trivia but on the other hand I don't like to falsely show off (some of my friends had more of such contacts anyway). Perhaps this blog is a good place to share some of the reminiscences. Some of my experiences were more than superficial. I don't know.
 
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Famous?

They filmed the movie "Election" in my highschool.

Matthew Broderick is a fucking asshole.

M.B.: "Jesus, I can't work like this, what are all these kids doing here?"

Me, from a crowd, "Going to school, you fucker."

"Who said that?!"

....Reese Witherspoon has an enormous forehead.

~R
 
Hmmm...celebrities eh? When i lived in England I saw Spandau Ballet before they hit it big with the New Romantic look...still wearing chains and leather in their punl phase at heathrow Airport waitng for a ride. And David Bowie,,,,my wife spotted him first. He was sitting got in a limo,,,had a chauffer who looked like ex SAS.

When my cousin was married in a double ceremony in California, the officiator was REalph Waite...you know, pa Walton from Walton's Mountain fame. Who would have guessed he was also a reverend, and a very nice guy.

I shook hands with James Garner when he was in town filming the American President with Jack Lemmon and Dan Ackroyd a while back. He was a favorite of my father's and bore a striking resemblance to him. When I told him that, he told me I was making him feel old...heh heh. (Truth is he was looking pretty old at the time)
:D
 
DeepAsleep said:
They filmed the movie "Election" in my highschool.

Matthew Broderick is a fucking asshole.

M.B.: "Jesus, I can't work like this, what are all these kids doing here?"

Me, from a crowd, "Going to school, you fucker."

"Who said that?!"

....Reese Witherspoon has an enormous forehead.

~R
Ah, D.A.!

I love you like a son.

No tuition payments, though. You're on your own, there.

(You do have a job, don't you? My wife and I worry sometimes. Not much, though. Sorry. Limited empathy. Western thing.)
 
DeepAsleep said:
Matthew Broderick is a fucking asshole.


~R

I don't normally spread gossip... :rolleyes: ... but a friend of mine from Santa Fe says Val Kilmer has a similar reputation. In restaurants the waitresses choose straws when he comes in...loser waits his table...and he's a lousy tipper.

( this should be a lesson to bad tippers.... :D )
 
who i rub shoulders with...

... i very nearly joined the bandwagon here but in a completely different way. lol

have fun!

:rose:
 
Wwf

Bret "The Hitman" Hart was in my bookstore last weekend. My girlfriend said hi, I didn't recognize him. I wouldn't have said hi if I did, I'm not a wrestling fan.

I studied creative writing from one of Canada's best playwrights. Nobody's ever heard of him.

Now, a guy I went to school with from K-grade 12 is a MLA and he still hugs and compliments me every time I see him (our mothers wanted us to marry). He's semi-famous in Saskatchewan. Somehow I don't think this counts.

My dad went to school with Alice Cooper. He said Alice was a preppy guy who played a lot of tennis.
 
Tzara said:
Ah, D.A.!

I love you like a son.

No tuition payments, though. You're on your own, there.

(You do have a job, don't you? My wife and I worry sometimes. Not much, though. Sorry. Limited empathy. Western thing.)

I work for TD Ameritrade. No worries, on the job front. School I will get through on my own, or not fucking at all. and you don't have to worry at all....

the beauty of life often lies in our ability to muddle through. and I am an accomplished muddler.
 
Yesterday I was sat in Delfshaven, Rotterdam, having a beer adjacent to the Chapel from where the Speedwell sailed to Plymouth. There was a group of American tourists (which is not unusual). One asked me where she could get some drugs. I looked at her thinking she didn't look the type but then thought, well she's maybe a couple of years older than me which would put in the flower child period so I pointed her to a coffee shop where she could buy all she wanted. She complimented me on my English and went off. Ten minutes later she came back and said, fascinating but I really need to get rid of my headache first and then explained she was really looking for a cure for that. So I pointed her to an apotheek. She then said, you really do speak good English and you don't have much of an accent at all. I wish someone would say that about my Dutch.
 
bogusbrig said:
She then said, you really do speak good English and you don't have much of an accent at all. I wish someone would say that about my Dutch.
When I visit Scandinavia, mostly Goteborg, I often feel embarrassed in the streets because Scandinavians often speak much better English than I do after all my years in the USA. Of course they speak with the Brittish accent, approximately.
 
I shook Rosilyn Carter's hand in the rose garden.

Some famous professional football player was at a wedding I went to once.

Chris McQuarrie (wrote The Usual Suspects, Oscar) is my best friend's cousin, so I saw him on and off when we were kids--not so much recently-- but even when we were young, he was writing all the time. I remember him sending off scripts for The Twilight Zone when he was 11 or 12 and him getting personalized responses.

Saw a bunch of famous people at Yale's graduation, including Alice Walker whose niece was graduating. She looked so happy and together. Mick Jagger's daughter also graduated in that class, and he was there, but we always missed him :)
 
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