looks like my work here is done *straightens clothes, hair* 'night *wink*

I am forever your humble servant...

Nobody Home - Pink Floyd (appropriately enough!) It's a song from The Wall.

wow. I've been spammed. sorta. Far too many posts in the past two weeks for me to read... I wish I weren't so sure it was fascinating reading laced with all sorts of lude/crudeness!!!

actually, summa dis wuz bout you...

listening to the sounds of silence in my empty classroom. So soothing.

am listening to the stress flow out of one of my dearest friends... It eases my heart.

There are mountains hidden in treasures. There are mountains hidden in swamps. There are mountains hidden in the sky. There are mountains hidden in mountains. There are mountains hidden in hiddenness. This is complete understanding. An ancient buddha said, "Mountains are mountains, waters are waters." These words do not mean mountains are mountains; they mean mountains are mountains. Therefore investigate mountains thoroughly. When you investigate mountains thoroughly, this is the work of mountains. Such mountains and waters of themselves become wise persons and sages.

by Dogen

Al the stuff I skipped? Some of it was about moi? What were the good parts, I only want the good parts!

From my own personal research, alls you got is good parts...

my, my, my. You sure know how to brighten a girl's afternoon!

and you, and old man's evening...

last night... Iggy Pop Natalie (for peace of mind as she does not do the same things to me as she does to nick!) Lucinda Williams

(iggy rocks) natalie's therapeutic powers are profound, and diverse (serving all humankind)...

hey sweetie!

uh, hey yerself... (?)

well? are you there"

yes, am here. just didn't think that warranted a response *giggle*

hey, i was quoting great literature... (haven't you read "to kill a mockingbird?)

yes, but it was way long ago

when jem and scout first meant dill... he was staring at them, from inside a bush, or something... (jem was in the tree, refusing to come down because atticus wouldn't play football for the methodists... scout was in the tire-swing)... anyway, dill said, "hey!"... and jem answered back, "hey yerself"... (hey, i know my redneck literature... got my bonafides, and all)

you still remember that so vividly? geez, and I thought remember the names was pretty good. *wink*

heh heh heh, that would be "rememberING" *blush*

my god! did you know there's like a CRISIS IN THE WHITE HOUSE? (thank god for ted koppel... i may have never known...)

LOL! Yes, I knew this.

BTW, got a chat room now (on my page). let me know if you wanta use it, k?

all in all, i think ted koppel's a worse media whore than many (and probably the most insidious, because of that carefully cultivated, B.S., fair-minded image he trades on...)

yeah, but what's up with the hair?

aaaaarrrrggggghhhh! you should've heard that self-serving crap koppel was selling tonight... going on and on about how necessary it is for him to be reporting rumors and half-truths because if he didn't journalism would somehow disintegrate or some- thing and even though it's a little "untidy" (his sanctimonious choice of words), it's really okay, when you think about it, because he's such a swell guy, and we can trust him and all...

fake hair and all.

yeah, well whaddaya expect? (he has dinner with henry kissinger, for god's sake... his hair is among his most genuine aspects...0

lol!

(where have you gone, walter cronkite?)

our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you, woo woo woo...

(that may've been chet huntley) listening to dire straits...(Dire Straits)..."sultans of swing" ("the don't give a damn/ 'bout any trumpet playing band...")

Listening to 20/20 for the second half... the wife was friends with one of the victims...

which victims?

of the "I-45 killer" between Houston and Galveston

i haven't heard anything about that (shows how out of touch i am... hell, i'm from there- just up I-45 from galveston- texas city (4A state champs, thank you very much)... where's your wife from?) anyway, what's the deal with this thing?

incidentally, texas city IS the hub of the gulf coast (just thought i'd mention that)...

listening to Sarah McLachlan....very haunting, sensual

listening to natalie (of course)...

does she have anything else out (aside from TigerLily?)

(c'est tres suffisant)

she's from Dickinson, how old are you? (piqued her curiosity, this could get weird...) who didja use to hang out with? Anyway, 44 girls dead and found or still missing... same general description, lots of sets of similarities...

wow! i have lots of friends there...and ran the sonic there for awhile when i was 18 or 19 (that was back when roger really ran "rogers"... boy was that old bastard tough competition... i had a little employee war going with him)... i'm 37, so i imagine i'm quite a bit older than she is... did she know many TC people? cruise palmer on fri./sat. nights? go to the blue hole, or the green hole? (adrian daniels? brian daniels? jeanie smith? jimmy smith? these are dickinson people, incidentally, not TC...)

you're the right age for her boyfriends back then... She knew a Hispanic guy named Rick who managed the Sonic, and then Hyperspace...doesn't recognize the names, but hung out at all the holes...Tommy Schofield, Richard Fagin, Bubba Krause, Myron ?????, Holly Breward and family... well?????

i knew rick... wish i could remember his last name... haven't seen him for 15 years... his brother owned the sonic in friendswood... other names don't ring a bell (but if they're from dickinson, and my age, i probably wouldn't know them, except casually, from a party or a fight or both... the ones i mentioned were a few years younger, and they were former employees of mine... does she know anyone from texas city, or la marque, or santa fe? most of the people i remember from dickinson i remember by first name only... like this geeky kid named randall that worked for me, and then worked the front counter for roger for awhile... oh, yeah, what about mike bowen? he was a friend of mine, and he lived in dickinson till he was a junior... his dad was a fireman, and he had a younger sister, but i can't remember her name... he played football, too... by hanging out at the holes, i take it you mean the blue hole and/or the green hole... if she hung out there, we had to know some of the same people, though i stopped hanging there when i was 18... some of my retrograde friends, though, would still be lurking around out there (bothering teen-age girls) if the place wasn't chained off, so maybe she knows some of them... oh what about the snake lady? cathy cee? she lived out there, on the bayou (with her big fat bandito boyfriend bubba, who i never saw, but was certain would kill me one day)... she drove a puke-green polaris or something, and she worked at zackies, on texas avenue (in t.c.), across from carbide... hmmm. i'll try and remember more... but give me some t.c. names, and i'll probably know 'em... might also ask her if she remembers the big t.c./dickinson rumble, at robinson stadium parking lot, in '77... half the guys i knew got busted that night (though few of the dickinson guys did, 'cause most of 'em cheesed and ran before the cops arrived)...

The names I posted were from Texas City... Like you, the rest she only remembers first names of...Like Myron, but she does rember that his dad owned a dump truck company... I'll print her this list for perusal at some point today, she used to hang out at the TC dykes, also...

Hi wer!

Freaky stuff... small world. Listening to Lyle Lovett -- the I Love Everybody album. Last night (after a bout o drinking with friends) I calmed down to Clanned (pastpresent), Tanita Tikaram (lovers in the city) and Natalie. Just about time to pop in Jimmy Buffett and pretend there's not 4 fresh inches of snow on the ground!

the blue hole/green hole were adjuncts to the dike (skyline drive)... i knew a little skinny kid named myron that was a few years younger than me... don't know what his dad did, but he lived on 22nd or 23rd in mainland park, and his grandfather was mayor once... remember he had a brother that looked almost exactly like him (they even dressed the same, it was kind of creepy), and they had small, skinny eyes... oh, yeah, his brother's name was norman... okay, a few TC names... david connor, gary bage, mike titus, tommy perthius, phillip alexander, bucky castano, mike holdcraft, john whitener, danny dunbier, joe sandoval, ricky kelly, dory kelly, norris follett, jeff ryman, mark kimbrough, jim boswell, james ("fish") gilliam, steve harvey, robert atkinson, robert macneil, mickey gill, mike burke (the twerp, he still owes me money), p.j. graham, rueben guzman, dale henny, david rojas (he owes me money, too)... also, tammy waldrop, sandy tompkins, martha (mouse) miles, jackie carson, teri weaver, alberta sandoval, rhonda jackson, shelly hedgepeth, theresa smith, elizabeth lavalle, jennifer lavalle... and oh, yeah, my best friend, paul lavalle (she might at least know who he is, 'cause his dad was county judge for awhile...)... yeah, jimmy buffet is one of the best rapid-mood-enhancers i know of... think i might try that myself ("banana republic")... (but is 4 inches of snow really all that bad? must be 80 degrees here... you must really be feeling kinda homesick...:)

not homesick anymore! a day hiking through the mtns fixes me everytime. Back home being mellow to CSN&Y Brandon returns tonight, meaning I should get off my arse and clean some of this mess up! Actually, the house is always much cleaner when he's gone but I like to really get it into shape during an opportunity like this. *grin* Good housecleaning music... Harry Chapin John Denver Steppenwolf

(i miss harry chapin)

General area-- Bubba and Sissy the ugly twins (last name maybe Loller or Lolly?) Bubba Rocco, John Hudson, Wayne Widenhouse, Deena Sheffield and brothers (dad owned a butcher shop in La Marque), Gene Stewart (Toothless Wonder), Gordon Sollers, George Pappas, "Poochie" the dealer, the Coffman brothers (one of which had a headshop in a fleamarket in Houston)... Did you ever hang out at the Dickinson or San Leon sand pits? She did recognize some people in your list before last... hi, Wolf... hi, Stacey, sorry I missed you in philosophy, I was wasting time waiting to order produce at work, and didn't look to see who was on...

no problem... actually it's nice you weren't facing some internal catastrophe! *smile*

knew a george ballas (another greek name, right?)... and the only kaufman i knew was a big dumb redneck guy... never hung out at any sand pits (used to frequent a biker bar in san leon, though... on 519, east of hwy.146... think it was called "the hideaway"... also, the red barn, just up the road... and gilleys, of course, before the stupid movie ruined the place)...

alright... who's making the Who's Who from Dickenson conference? Listening to Cat Stevens after a bout with Trout Fishing In America.

(brandon must be sleeping) cat is an excellent idea... think i'll do the same... and break the seal on the bottle of jameson's i bought the other day...

internal catastrophes abound, Stacey, just trying to keep them there...

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik - written by Wolfgang A. Mozart. I have no idea which orchestra is playing.

hey sam, where in the 'ell have you been? missed hearing your voice around here!

careful wolf... he's on a rampage! umm... I guess so are you. grin*

yeah, thanks for the warning, stacey :)

how sweet, you left me my number!

c'mon, wer. no one left to piss off, i ran them off earlier. nick was the only brave soul to come back (or maybe he thrives on abuse). HEY! you and he on line at the same time, you're the same dudes eh?

(no, actually i'm db... didn't ya know?)

well, that figures, since neither one of you have been back. course, you could be all these people I talk to yeah, it's some kind of sick joke *giggle*

Oh my gosh, what was that across my lips? was it...nooooooo....it was, a smirk

listening to bruce... "thunder road"... (sigh)... (by the way, sam... i love mozart... esp. "eine kleine..." 'course, he can't sing worth a damn...)

*giggle* amusing thought, nick. Last night was, in no uncertain terms, a Mary Black night. This morning I would've liked to listen to something difficult and LOUD. But even amid all my frustration, I had the consideration for the sleeping other. (or maybe I just wanted to spare the kittens)

listening to the who...(Tommy)... "we're not gonna take it"... afternoon filled with boring mind-numbing business crap... bumming through europe is beginning to look very good...

(can i come too?)

(by the way, sam... i love mozart... esp. "eine kleine..." 'course, he can't sing worth a damn...) 'Course not! He's DEAD! Bing Crosby can't sing either, for the same reason! BTW, listening to 54-46 (That's My Number) by Toots & The Maytals

if you two are going, can I tag along also?

...but of course...mmm, would like to begin with barcelona, i think... the plaza de cataluna... and then? (listening to CS&N (and young)... (Greatest Hits)..."guinnevere" (i really love that name... have never known a guinnevere, either...)

well if you three are going, i'm coming along too *smile*

tiny beds, and we'll be on a budget...

yup, know how that works. can sleep on the floor, will bring own pillow

listening to the velvet underground...(self-titled)..."candy says"... (pillow? what, are ya some kinda sissy? sheesh...)

if i were a sissy, you'd have the floor, and i'd probably not have volunteered to travel with you *wink*

hey baby... not expecting to sleep in many beds, anyway... gonna do the "steps of a palace, green grass of a ditch" thing... the rimbaud tour...

alright, who's got the tents? maybe we can hook up with discovery, they've got a series on travelling.........

tents? discovery? (you're not getting into the spirit of this thing at all...)

*grin*

Maybe we could get MTV to do a "The Virtual World" show with the four of us living together for a year... (I'm assuming, of course, none of us would kill another...)

nick, you suggesting we just pass out in the bars until someone picks us up? Is it the 10 o'clock 'everywoman for herself' battle cry? hmmm... sounds fun. Last night and this morning, listened to Laurie Freelove, Red Hot &Blue and Harry Chapin --- Titanic

Man, I hope not, I'll be the only one left, awake and sober and lonely...

well, could always do the swinburne thing... rossetti used to pin his (swinburne's) hotel address to his (uh, swinburne's) lapel, so that when he passed out later on, someone would know what to do with him... (and wer... sober and lonely is definitely not the point...)

had a friend threaten to write his number on my forehead before a girls' night out in college. You see, I had missed picking him up at the airport (by several drinks!) the previous girls' night out. no WER, you've definitely missed the point! *smile*

Solitary Man - Neil Diamond. One of my mottos in life, actually, along with "Nothing in life is stable", "The less you have, the less you have to lose", "Suicide's not worth it unless you take at least one hundred thousand people with you"...

share enough of that neil diamond with the people you interact with, before you go... cumulatively, you'll achieve the same effect...

no I didn't...gotta be awake to do the carrying, you know...besides, someone has to defend the honor of this group... (and/or protect its virtue) (that, and do the filming)

film away... very little virtue left! Listening to Fleetwood Mac after a marathon bout with Steely Dan. BTW, name another group where all the songs sound the same. Already fingered Journey!

(actually, sting and steve perry could be brothers)... you mean sound the same, or be boring (like sting and journey) and sound the same? 'cause, for instance, i've always thought that old van halen (because of the limited range of david lee roth) sounded pretty similar, but that's okay, 'cause it still sounded so good... and then, of course, there were the beegees (everything sounds like "stayin' alive", i dunno, it's creepy)... oh, how 'bout meatloaf? everything he sings sounds like- uh, meatloaf... and that can't be good... (journey is the best example i know of... steve perry nearly single-handedly trivialized the ballad form beyond repair... well, let's hope so, anyway)...

ok, i'll handle the camera but the carrying will have to be done by somebody else yeah, journey does sound the same over and over (but that doesn't keep me from listening to 'em) How about Ace of Base? They've got the drum machine on the same tempo through and through....

Ace of Base: Swedish reggae music. Listening to Mary, Mary by Jacob "Killer" Miller & Inner Circle. Columbian Red, Go to my head, Miss Mary, You strike again. Smokin' smokin' smokin' Is good for the brain, I don't want no more of That thar cocaine, Smokin' smokin' smokin' Is good for the brain; Miss Mary, You strike again!

BTW, like half of all good reggae music, that came out in the Seventies.

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