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December 21st, 2004
08:11 pm
HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE!!!!!
O Come all ye pagans
Joyful and anarchic
O Come ye, O come ye
To bywater
On a much less joyful note, I've failed the Solzhenitsyn test.
Sad.
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October 22nd, 2004
02:45 pm
Yankee blood has been spilled.
They are now vanquished.
Let us rejoice.
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October 11th, 2004
07:13 pm
Dividends and dividends and dividends.
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October 10th, 2004
11:56 am
Just a little update on my last entry. Well I found me one a them saloon girls, one a them dames that knows what she wants and boy was this one a knockout. Problem was, by nights end SHE was knocked out... passed out on the bed. Being the gentleman that I am, I just covered her up, kissed her forehead, let her sleep. Hopefully that kindness will pay dividends tomorrow.
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October 9th, 2004
07:36 pm
Cold and dark and rainy...the perfect night for a murder. The perfect night also for me to troll the wet streets of downtown Chicago for a lady of the night. Old habits are hard to break and a saloon girl for the evening is a very old habit. The only kind of girl for me, the looser the better. Maybe I'll get lucky and run across a pair of sweeties.....maybe sisters or maybe they'll tell me they're sisters. That works just as good. I ain't picky. I just love the dames.
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October 3rd, 2004
10:02 pm
I am such a fuckin loser.
It even hurts to think about it.
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October 2nd, 2004
12:17 pm
O.K. we have the following things to look forward to.......let's see...we have the world series, we have halloween, we have daves winning of the powerball fortune, we have more octoberfests than should ever be permitted, we have tropical storm nicole, we have a presidential election that will (according to your boy dick cheney) define america for a generation to come, we have the house of shock, and yes we have the rebirth of wonder. A good time is guaranteed for all. Now that we've got all that other stuff behind us, it's full speed ahead. Damn the torpedos. Dance your ass off. Kick it in gear. Drink until you can't possibly drink any more and then have one more drink. Enlightenment is at hand. Are you like me - are you all fired up?
Darn right you are.
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September 30th, 2004
07:05 pm
I just can't get past the fact that George Bush looks like Alfred E. Newman. The debate tonight was absolutely frightening. He can't possibly retire to Crawford, Texas soon enough.
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September 25th, 2004
12:00 pm
Painting the bedroom ceiling, need I say more?
Actually, now that it's 10 o'clock at night I do need to say more. Went to see Silver City, the new John Sayles film. It was very good, therefore everybody should see it. The bedroom ceiling? It's getting there, you should see it also.
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September 24th, 2004
02:31 pm
A friday not unlike any friday. Days run into weeks run into months run into years. The cell block changes only with a new face arriving carrying a blanket to his new home, a cell measuring 6x8. Once you settle into the pecking order, the routine, it becomes somewhat mindless. Today is yesterday is tomorrow. Maybe I'll change my name, get a fresh credit rating, open a snowball stand. A snowball stand in the corner of cell block F. Stay posted.
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September 23rd, 2004
06:12 pm
Time once again to add my lame thoughts to the enormous haystack of cyber-banter. Every time I start to type, my mind freezes up and someone that lives here inside my head takes over. By and large I'm OK with most of what he writes. It's only at times like this (when I'm way totally drunk) that he lets me write. I started drinking at breakfast this morning and never looked back. Sure makes the day smooth, as the wife would say. Pretty soon we get to vote for the next president of this great experiment in self governance. I'm not sure who's going to be on the ballot, but I'm sure they're probably swell choices. Then after the election maybe we can invade a few more countries or we can borrow and spend a few trillion more dollars or maybe just maybe we can pollute a few previously unpolluted chunks of environment. Big fun I say. I see that Cat Stevens has been deported and Martha Stewart is on her way to jail and boy do I feel safer now. Hold on...I have to get another beer. Alright I'm back and I must say, I'm no longer lookin' for a hardheaded woman. Got me one. I think the problem with my life journal posts is that they don't have a theme, a plot line, a focus. Too much beer maybe.
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September 22nd, 2004
07:56 am
Now we settle into our post Ivan stress. Where, for the last three years, every discomfort every problem every tragedy every inconvenience every failure has been blamed on 9-11, now we can blame all of life's potholes on Ivan. Post Ivan stress.
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September 17th, 2004
06:15 pm
We toughed it out, stayed and stared down the hurricane. And yes, the escape route traffic was the deciding factor. Sitting in traffic with a panicy wife and a smelly dog for 10 hours doesn't sound much like living the life. So we were tough and we stayed. But this morning I look at pictures of Alabama and Florida and I don't feel tough. I just feel way fuckin' lucky.
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September 16th, 2004
10:07 am
Well, hurricane Ivan (Ivan the terrible) said hello in passing on his way to Alabama and Florida. Next stop...Chattanooga. New Orleans was boarded up and had the feel of a ghost town. A
2 p.m. curfew made it more eerie. The Mississippi River seemed to my eye to be flowing upriver. The stronger the wind got the more urgent the talk of shelters and homeless people and wind coming out of mexico and tracking due north and the front out of the northwest and won't something please nudge this amazingly strong amazingly beautiful hurricane east just a little bit. Well, at the eleventh hour something did nudge it east. Strong indications are that a spiritual undercurrent in our city nudged it. The southern baptist women holding hands, praying and singing up by the river, the voodoo chanting and drums and candles being lit and the sage being burnt and the inner city community that stayed and prayed and hoped and shared their food and banded together and ever so slightly gave Ivan a nudge. Would that we had that power. Hey, maybe we do. Don't doubt it. It's magic.
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September 14th, 2004
11:02 pm
My, such a beautiful day. Perfect weather and plenty of panic in the eyes of strangers. If you lived 200 years ago, you would never know that anything perilous was lurking or more correctly barreling down on you. It would just have been such a beautiful day. And maybe you wouldn't notice the panic. Maybe you would just take it for a heartburn epidemic. You know....."them people can't handle they's tabasco". Must be foreigners.
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September 13th, 2004
08:22 am
Wow!!! Who knew that being in the joint would get me women writing me. That's too cool. Now how can I get myself really thrown in jail? ...... I've got it. I'll drive around town taking pictures of all the bridges. When the cops roust me I'll tell them I'm scouting locations to put my "Welcome To Soviet Russia" stickers. That ought'a do it.
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September 10th, 2004
09:11 pm
I've been getting a lot of flak over the content of my posts. Too frivolous, they said. Time to deal with the real problems of real folks. Problem is I don't know any real folks. I only know the guards, the warden and the other cons. You see I'm in prison, the big house, San Quentin, doin' a nickle for securities fraud. No, that's a lie. Tryin to make myself sound important, a big man. I'm doin' time for grand theft. You think time slows down, gets distorted on the outside? Time in here just drags and hurts. It just hurts. My whole life's been a lie it seems. These posts are just my desparate last attempt at complete honesty, at goodness. Of course what do I know? Maybe the screws censor all these posts before they make it to cyber freedom. Life in the joint really isn't as bad as you might think. Three squares and a place to flop. Television. Machine shop (license plates). Exercise yard. Plenty of sex. And in those quiet times I can write letters to people or cyber letters to the world. To the world. The world. To be read by the entire world. Required reading. For everybody. Iceland. Senegal. Denmark. Uzbekistan. China. Tanzania. Poland. Slovakia. Texas.
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September 7th, 2004
08:09 pm
It's time once again to play dear diary! Even when you have nothing to say, it's good to say it loud and clear. After all, I'm not a politician....no spin here. A few basic truths. My wife is the beautifulest, funnest, lovinest, coolest, sexiest, smartest, rockinest girl ever. / Sean Connery is the real James Bond. / The Red Sox are destined and they deserve it. / Hurricanes ain't fun. / Cars that you can open the hood and get running again are cool. / This Kill Bill thing....I just don't get it. / Hurricanes used to be named only girl names; the first boy named hurricane was David. / He might have been fun. / Tapas....I just don't get it. / If you gave an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters and an infinite amount of time, they still couldn't log on to the internet. / House dogs shed out of meanness, no other reason. / Some web site says that I have 505,276,265 seconds left to live. And this is how I spend my time? / A low carb or no carb diet better include morphine or I couldn't hang. / Without music and art, you'd be doomed to a life of no music and art. And that means no James Bond. Pass the morphine.
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September 5th, 2004
06:46 pm
Well, the New Orleans southern decadence celebration weekend is now wearing to a close. People from all walks of life and from the vast reaches of this nation come to New Orleans to act frivolous and gay and risque all at the same time and they come here to celebrate who they are because we the celebrate who they are. They basically spend a lot of money to rent out the french quarter and then throw a nice party. Great bunch of folk. Great deal for everyone.
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August 31st, 2004
07:47 pm
Oh it's been such a long time since I've posted a comment. It's been hard labor here in the gulag since my last post. My last post which no longer exists. Eat your heart out, you'll never see it.
Excitement, excitement, excitement...the republican national convention all week long. No more the doldrum and gloom of watching the greatest gymnasts on the planet, no more the guts of the Morrocan runner holding off the late blazing charge of the young African runner in the men's 1500 meter race to win the gold. Nope, now hold on to your chair and don't touch that dial. Coming to you from dyhard democratic New York City it's the cream of the republican crop. And don't say they all look dead, that's how they trick you. I'm looking for Cheney to have a major health emergency in the next month leaving the ticket and making way for McCain. Doesn't matter. I see Kerry holding off the late blazing charge of the younger George Bush. Then we can move on.org
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