The Sparrow in the Hall

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this is how they make clouds

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Neopan Man says:

This is probably the worst photograph I have ever seen; all you need is a thumb in the corner.

Last year the world generated 161 billion gigabytes of digital information - 3 million times the information in all the books ever written - thank you for contributing such a worthless couple of megabytes to this year's total.

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Paul's Who I'd like to meet:
I pulled a rat from the burning wreckage of a toppled dumpster. I held it in my arms and breathed life back into its twisted frame. The rehabilitation was long; it was months before the brave thing could look at me with the courage to smile. On a fresh April morning the sun shone in her eyes. They twinkled with sweet pain of finally walking, slowly at first, small steps but it was a start. You beat it, I said, you can do anything. Doctors don't believe in spirit, in heart, but that's all a little rat can run on. Sometimes that's all you need. Now we're getting married and I've never been happier. We found a little place behind the grocery on Glade Street. The buffet thrown onto our doorstep every evening is more than we could ever eat on our own. Let’s just say there may be a half a dozen buns in the oven. One night while nestled in my beard, she told me how lucky she was to be able to start over, given another chance. I said, sometimes that's all anyone needs. I've never asked her how she got in that alcohol drenched dumpster behind the liquor store, or how it burned and fell over. And I never will. I figure some things in the past are better off left there. Once when she didn't realize, I watched her gnawing on one of those pig ankles from the deli section. This little rodent's past brought her all the way to me, and I know that even though the past may be painful, we have to give thanks to both of ours for bringing us together. What you thinking about darling, she said, nestling into my grizzled beard fur. “Oh nothing.” ..

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i love you killjoy

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GOD: I own you like I own the caves.
THE OCEAN: Not a chance. No comparison.
GOD: I made you. I could tame you.
THE OCEAN: At one time, maybe. But not now.
GOD: I will come to you, freeze you, break you.
THE OCEAN: I will spread myself like wings. I am a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what's happened to me.

nick to mateo -

you know what to do

If I had to describe the way I am feeling I would include the words fully alert.

Often the first thing that comes to mind is, "maybe I can jump it". Somewhere deep inside me is the childhood belief that being able to jump over things is cool. Well it really is. About a year ago I saw some guy jump an entire palate of cereal. That is the only reason there is any trace of him in my memory.

After I am a journalist and you are whatever it is that you are and we take over everything we are going to be very happy until we die.

Who I'd like to meet:
the line starts over there.

From: Cowbear
Date: Dec 2, 2007 4:33 PM
Subject: A Death Race 2008 portland/vancouver area
Body: i'm making plans for a death race to be held in the portland/vancouver area

i need help gathering swords and scewers

I've been talking with the local safeways and fred meyers asking for thier permission to set up a sword drop box outside of their doors

its free to enter a death race and the prize is two million dollars

participants must furnish thier own car/motorcycle/bicycle with both a driver and a navigator

remember the winner of a death race is not determind by the first one to cross a finish line but more so by how many people he's killed

if you would like to be considered or have any questions you can comment or message my profile page

death race rules and points system are posted on my myspace blog


From: joeltastic
Date: Dec 2, 2007 3:58 PM
Subject: i gots some new pikchas
Body: new to you...
i have a flickr but since when can you
put up hundreds picaronis on this here myspace?

From: Cowbear
Date: Dec 2, 2007 3:58 PM
Subject: whatever you do dont look at joeltastics new pictures
Body: because they are just horrible ...all the way to the bank.

Dec 3 2007

Paublo: "Power"
Current mood: knighted
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

Two nights ago I had a dream that I walked by a guy parked on the side of the road with his hood up. "Do you know how to jump start a car," he asked.

"No," I lied as I hurried off. Then I woke up wondering why I didn't just help the guy. My dreams have been very bizarre lately, so boringness of this one stuck out.


I was going to spend the entire day writing but the power supply on my computer went out. I decided to go to circuit city to get a new one. When I turned the key to my car's ignition nothing happened. Silence. The charger on my phone is also dying, so for a moment, because of the computer, car and phone, I thought the invasion had started - kicked off with a weird anti-power sort of thing.

I realized that was probably not true, so I decided to check under the hood to see if the batter was secured properly. It was, and there was also no rodent infestations, the only other thing I could remedy with confidence.

Then I remembered something: A week ago I was parking and had to stop short in order to snag a spot I just passed. The guy behind me honked and zoomed by while trying to mad dog me. I briefly fantasying about beating him as I got out of the car.

I checked my lights and I had left them on. Imagining you are an invulnerable karate machine is really distracting.

I took the Metro to Circuit City but got lost (since I couldn't look up the directions) and ended up walking all over town for a few hours. It wasn't really bad or anything, just cold with bitter winds. I asked a guy for directions but he ended up blathering at me in neither English nor Spanish. It sounded like he was speaking backwards. He was crossed-eyed and had a mean unibrow. I thanked him anyway and left, but he kept yelling to me. It sounded very urgent too, like I was covered with leeches or our world was in great danger, a warning. Oh well. I asked a woman further up for directions, but right after I asked I realized she was crying. She said I was already headed the right direction.

I ended up having to go to Micro Center because my power supply was out of date and Circuit City no longer carried it.

When I got home I found that my mom had sent me cookies in the mail. The last time I had eaten cookies was exactly a year before when she had sent me cookies for Christmas 2006. It was very nice. It made me think of a simpler time when cave men sat around, enjoying cookies together, recounting epic tales of beasts and cave love. Also there was probably a lot of fart jokes and hooting. Their power supplies were primitive, nothing more than a steamed wheat bun with a carrot jammed into the side. They got by, though, they shined. But I suppose back then there were also a lot more wolf attacks, rabies, and hordes of enormous insects. I only have to dream about those things.

8:08 PM


Mo
Last week I dreamed that I was this 300 pound black man with a giant wheel of cheese. I kept slicing up my cheese wheel and tried to give the slices out, but no one would take them. I remember looking down at my black mitts and wondering why no one wanted my delicious cheese.

Paul CCC
Were you a cheese vendor or just some guy with a cheese wheel on the side of the road. Because there's a huge difference.

Posted by Paul CCC on Tuesday, December 04, 2007 at 9:40 PM

Date: Dec 15, 2007 6:22 PM
Subject: my heart is filled with love for each and ei hate all of you
Body: jesh is dictating this:
i went to the store and everything looked very tasty at plaid pantry they the howling monkey energy drink on sale 2 for 3$ and it's pretty good.
they're not quite what you'd get with a monster or a rockstar
but for the money they're the best thing in the world

p.s. i really didn't have to post a bullitin
i was just getting joel back for.. i don't know yet
oh... always calling me and asking for directions

p.s.s. joel will probly change my picture now.


Sun 121607

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.”

- Humphrey Bogart

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orange is the new grapefruit

everything is contextual blog

Some requirements, yes. rules, no:

The Sparrow in the Hall

"When we compare the present life of man on earth to that time of which we have no knowledge, it seems to me like the swift flight of a single sparrow through the banqueting hall where you are sitting at dinner on a winter's day with your thanes and counselors. In the midst there is a comforting fire to warm the hall; outside, the storms of winter rain or snow are raging. This sparrow flies swiftly in through one door of the hall, and out through another. While he is inside, he is safe from the winter storms; but after a few moments of comfort, he vanishes from sight into the wintry world from which he came. Even so, man appears on earth for a little while; but of what went before this life or of what follows, we know nothing."

Chain bone

"The low bottom of the China moon / The black swan and the way too soon / Ace pocket and the dog bone gone / The peacock and the mean black swan / The rain shower and high heeled shoe / Bombay money and I know I can do it / The sink hole and the victory dance / It's in the pocket in the real tight pants" (Tom Waits)

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Dumpster diving is the fine art of trespassing into someone's garbage storage and seeing what treasures await you.

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http://adventuresaturday.blogspot.com/

Sunday, December 9, 2007
My year abroad...

I'm on a brief stint as a truffle hunter in Northern Italy. White truffles to be exact, don't like them much myself, but people pay top dollar for a burlap sack of oozing fungus. Hired myself a truffle dog name "Snawzers." He works for Italian minimum wage as long as I look the other way when he follows some naive couple into an alley - tourists mostly.


We've been up and down this country side. Snawzers says I'm on a fool's quest, chasing a dream, dreaming I'm living. I tell him to do more sniffing and less talking.


Last winter we got stranded in some abandoned village near the foothills of the Alps. For three months we ate the fermented sausages we found in the basement of a dilapidated cottage. And every night the god-damned place was crawling with vampires so we'd draw a circle around us and whisper some incantation Snawzers learned from his supposed "Shaman" grandfather "Edward Barkington." They'd be leering at us from beyond the circle of candlelight; shadows wanting to swipe at us.

One night I just about got sick of it, so I decided to introduce myself. Turns out the buggers were just starving for some good conversation. Now I'm vice president of their book club. We read a lot of Ann Rice, which I guess is okay, but I still haven't read Moby Dick so I'm planning to suggest it be added to the roster. Snawzers says Mody Dick is a fool's quest, we'll never finish reading it, just give up while you can, he says. Maybe he's right.