AGENTS
I really can't see how a Literary Agent could be so busy as to take "six to eight weeks" to respond to a query letter.
That is what one agent is saying. I got a response the other day, saying "no," the other day, in about 30 seconds. That same agent sent me another "no," today and this one was a little bit politer; go figure!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
GOD QUOTES
Your worth consists in what you are and not in what you have."
--Thomas A. Edison
God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things done. ~Harry Emerson Fosdick
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. ~Victor Hugo
God understands our prayers even when we can't find the words to say them. ~Author Unknown
Every evening I turn my worries over to God. He's going to be up all night anyway.
--Mary C. Crowley
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
The World Don't Owe Me Nothing
by Mikel K
It is impossible to write poetry while listening to CNN.
"The World Don't Owe Me Nothing,"
--David Honeyboy Edwards
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles....The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who at his worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
--Teddy Roosevelt
Driving through Downtown Atlanta, early this morning, I saw men carrying their home on their backs, and men pulling their world behind them in luggage containers. For as bad as I think I have it sometimes, I know that my existence is charmed compared to theirs. I am counting my blessings, this morning; yes I am.
The State allows men to kill other men who have killed others. How can a man claim to be a man of God who kills in the name of The State?
I am listening to Nick Drake, while trying to find an agent for my memoir, "The Delivery Guy." My daughter, Scout, just showed up, and Pretty Penny, the dog, was so happy to see her that she pissed all over the floor.
Today I will listen to Vivaldi, and spread a gel about the abode that kills cockroaches dead. I will look for an agent; I will drink coffee; I will pet my dogs on the head. It will be a simple day. I have become, basically, a simple man. Didnt Ronnie Van Zandt write a song about that?
I had a lovely lunch with Love, we spent three thousand dollars on sushi; what about the peasants, yes what about them? One of them had ice, and sodas in a grocery bag, and was walking near the pigeons trying to sell "Cold Soda" for a buck. Very entrepreneurial, but he wasn't making any sales, and will probably find himself sleeping on the sidewalk, again, tonight. What to do; what to do?
Shawtie is visiting, but she is hiding, this morning; she can sometimes be shy! The coffee that I made is most excellent; what a pleasant way to start a day: sipping on such a heavenly concoction! I'm going to go see some friends play music, today. I am truly blessed to be leading the existence that I do, and, hopefully, so are you!
Do you have to have a job to celebrate Labor Day?
We(Atlanta)are going to get 3 to 5 inches of rain between now, and Tuesday. That really sucks for my dogs; because they are going to get screwed out of some dog walks. CNN just made me turn to FOX, because of their extended weather coverage. If I wanted weather coverage, I would turn on The Weather Channel. Let's see what makes me turn away from FOX. I bet it won't take long.
I turned my cable box in because I was a Cable New Junkie, and I have had no tv here at the abode for almost two years, but someone recently showed me how to watch CNN on the internet.(www.justin.tv) Arg!
I guess that for my dogs, and for Shawtie, who is visiting us, variety is the spice of life. Shawtie eats a different brand of dog food than my dogs do, but she keeps eating Dylan's food, which is alright with Dylan, obviously, because he keeps eating Shawtie's food. Morrison is content with his own food, and so are the cats, and turtles.
I am content, this morning. It is a pleasant feeling. I guess you have to age to find peace of mine, or at least I did.
by Mikel K
It is impossible to write poetry while listening to CNN.
"The World Don't Owe Me Nothing,"
--David Honeyboy Edwards
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles....The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who at his worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
--Teddy Roosevelt
Driving through Downtown Atlanta, early this morning, I saw men carrying their home on their backs, and men pulling their world behind them in luggage containers. For as bad as I think I have it sometimes, I know that my existence is charmed compared to theirs. I am counting my blessings, this morning; yes I am.
The State allows men to kill other men who have killed others. How can a man claim to be a man of God who kills in the name of The State?
I am listening to Nick Drake, while trying to find an agent for my memoir, "The Delivery Guy." My daughter, Scout, just showed up, and Pretty Penny, the dog, was so happy to see her that she pissed all over the floor.
Today I will listen to Vivaldi, and spread a gel about the abode that kills cockroaches dead. I will look for an agent; I will drink coffee; I will pet my dogs on the head. It will be a simple day. I have become, basically, a simple man. Didnt Ronnie Van Zandt write a song about that?
I had a lovely lunch with Love, we spent three thousand dollars on sushi; what about the peasants, yes what about them? One of them had ice, and sodas in a grocery bag, and was walking near the pigeons trying to sell "Cold Soda" for a buck. Very entrepreneurial, but he wasn't making any sales, and will probably find himself sleeping on the sidewalk, again, tonight. What to do; what to do?
Shawtie is visiting, but she is hiding, this morning; she can sometimes be shy! The coffee that I made is most excellent; what a pleasant way to start a day: sipping on such a heavenly concoction! I'm going to go see some friends play music, today. I am truly blessed to be leading the existence that I do, and, hopefully, so are you!
Do you have to have a job to celebrate Labor Day?
We(Atlanta)are going to get 3 to 5 inches of rain between now, and Tuesday. That really sucks for my dogs; because they are going to get screwed out of some dog walks. CNN just made me turn to FOX, because of their extended weather coverage. If I wanted weather coverage, I would turn on The Weather Channel. Let's see what makes me turn away from FOX. I bet it won't take long.
I turned my cable box in because I was a Cable New Junkie, and I have had no tv here at the abode for almost two years, but someone recently showed me how to watch CNN on the internet.(www.justin.tv) Arg!
I guess that for my dogs, and for Shawtie, who is visiting us, variety is the spice of life. Shawtie eats a different brand of dog food than my dogs do, but she keeps eating Dylan's food, which is alright with Dylan, obviously, because he keeps eating Shawtie's food. Morrison is content with his own food, and so are the cats, and turtles.
I am content, this morning. It is a pleasant feeling. I guess you have to age to find peace of mine, or at least I did.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
LIMITED BONERS
I am sentenced to be a man with very limited boners because I just switched my meds back to the level that was causing ED. I would rather, these days, be a happy man, than a horny man. There are some natural erection enhancing pills out there that I will try. Perhaps they will not interact with the doctor prescribed anti-depressants, and mood stabilizers that I am on. Is it ok to pray to God to stay hard?
I had a nice hard on, this morning, that my partner rode to an excellent orgasm. I was unable to come myself, but when I make her come, it makes me happy, whether I get mine, or not. I know that, in the long, run I will get what is coming to me. And coming.
The pill lasts for three days; it's the third day, and she calls as and says that she won't be coming over, that she has got to help some guy move. What a waste of a great possible boner. I try to think of someone else who would enjoy making use of what the pill is affording me today; but my mind draws a blank. I am not huge, and I am not in huge demand. I guess that I will cook some chilli, and some banana bread and seek pleasure in food.
I am sentenced to be a man with very limited boners because I just switched my meds back to the level that was causing ED. I would rather, these days, be a happy man, than a horny man. There are some natural erection enhancing pills out there that I will try. Perhaps they will not interact with the doctor prescribed anti-depressants, and mood stabilizers that I am on. Is it ok to pray to God to stay hard?
I had a nice hard on, this morning, that my partner rode to an excellent orgasm. I was unable to come myself, but when I make her come, it makes me happy, whether I get mine, or not. I know that, in the long, run I will get what is coming to me. And coming.
The pill lasts for three days; it's the third day, and she calls as and says that she won't be coming over, that she has got to help some guy move. What a waste of a great possible boner. I try to think of someone else who would enjoy making use of what the pill is affording me today; but my mind draws a blank. I am not huge, and I am not in huge demand. I guess that I will cook some chilli, and some banana bread and seek pleasure in food.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wouldn't it be funny to choke to death on Cheerios, after leaving the, for me, scary world of alcohol behind?
Early Alzheimer's: the dirty clothes were sitting next to the kitty litter bag, and I almost picked up the kitty litter, and washed it.
"The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind."
--Albert Einstein
"Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking."
--Albert Einstein
I have been going to a chiropractor for weeks now, and I woke up this morning, and I had myself a beer...I am SO just kidding...I woke up this morning, and my middle back is hurting me a bit, which goes to either show you that nothing is perfect, or that my chiropractor sucks, which I, seriously, don't think is the case. Life is full of little, and big, challenges, which you can either let get you down, or just realize that they are part of the path of life. Gee, I am so positively philosophical, this morning, but I find that it helps me get through the day, and night.
I am done with my hectic day of things that had to be done. My regular doctor is going to use the blood work that they drew to check my thyroid. My dermatologist cut two moles off of my existence, one on my chest, that I didn't know was a mole, and one below my belly that was dark, and I knew had to go. We, once again, redistributed food to those who need. I am ready to rest.
I think that a nap is in order, but first I will have to fold all the clothes that are on the bed, and before that, I will have to remove a sleeping cat from the clothes.
Morrison was just licking the empty cat bowl. I should have scolded him, but I didn't; it is 4:02 am, too early in the morning to play disciplinarian. Mo then walked down the hall to the bathroom, and the only thing that I could think of that he was going in there for was to chow down on some cat turds. It was not too early to scold him about this. With my animals, I pick my battles.
I have bitten my tongue, recently, through some things that I wanted to fly off the handle about, and looking back, I am proud of myself for having handled myself in the manner that I did; restraint of pen, and tongue, is a good thing.
Is it worth standing in line for 40 days, and 40 nights, to get a ticket to see your favorite band play your favorite song?
I'm not sure how good it is to be listening to The Sex Pistols as I drift off to sleep. Lydon's lyrics, though thoroughly enjoyable, will probably not PROGRAM ME FOR SUCCESS. I may wake in the morning screaming, NO FUN...NO FUTURE FOR ME. I hope that your sleep is wonderful, and I will see you in the morning.
There is this persistent ad that assaults me, to the left of my Facebook screen, that says, "No young guys wanted," and always features the picture of a young, lovely woman smiling at me. Who the hell told her that I was not young?!
I'm listening to The Stone Temple Pilots as I search for Literary Agents to query about my book, "The Delivery Guy." I need a job, so I am going to try and become a writer.
Kobain has just claimed the left side of the table on which the tv sits, by knocking over the
books that were sitting there; books that are on the must read next, if I ever go back to reading them, list--I have made a stab at reading each one of them--each one of them is a fine, fine book, but each has failed to grab my attention like it must to pull me away from my computer.
I have put the books out onto the porch, The Love Porch, as I call it; thinking that, maybe, as it gets cooler out there, I might migrate to the porch, and spend some time reading.
I am listening to The Beach Boys. I haven't listened to The Beach Boys since I used to overdose on them back in '75 cruising the beaches of Venice and Sarasota, Florida, tall boys on the passenger side floor, 8 track tapes singing out loud. I still remember most of the words to most of their songs.
Time passes fast. It was 1976 when I was cruising those Florida beaches. I must stay focused, and get done what it is that I have come here to do.
Early Alzheimer's: the dirty clothes were sitting next to the kitty litter bag, and I almost picked up the kitty litter, and washed it.
"The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind."
--Albert Einstein
"Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking."
--Albert Einstein
I have been going to a chiropractor for weeks now, and I woke up this morning, and I had myself a beer...I am SO just kidding...I woke up this morning, and my middle back is hurting me a bit, which goes to either show you that nothing is perfect, or that my chiropractor sucks, which I, seriously, don't think is the case. Life is full of little, and big, challenges, which you can either let get you down, or just realize that they are part of the path of life. Gee, I am so positively philosophical, this morning, but I find that it helps me get through the day, and night.
I am done with my hectic day of things that had to be done. My regular doctor is going to use the blood work that they drew to check my thyroid. My dermatologist cut two moles off of my existence, one on my chest, that I didn't know was a mole, and one below my belly that was dark, and I knew had to go. We, once again, redistributed food to those who need. I am ready to rest.
I think that a nap is in order, but first I will have to fold all the clothes that are on the bed, and before that, I will have to remove a sleeping cat from the clothes.
Morrison was just licking the empty cat bowl. I should have scolded him, but I didn't; it is 4:02 am, too early in the morning to play disciplinarian. Mo then walked down the hall to the bathroom, and the only thing that I could think of that he was going in there for was to chow down on some cat turds. It was not too early to scold him about this. With my animals, I pick my battles.
I have bitten my tongue, recently, through some things that I wanted to fly off the handle about, and looking back, I am proud of myself for having handled myself in the manner that I did; restraint of pen, and tongue, is a good thing.
Is it worth standing in line for 40 days, and 40 nights, to get a ticket to see your favorite band play your favorite song?
I'm not sure how good it is to be listening to The Sex Pistols as I drift off to sleep. Lydon's lyrics, though thoroughly enjoyable, will probably not PROGRAM ME FOR SUCCESS. I may wake in the morning screaming, NO FUN...NO FUTURE FOR ME. I hope that your sleep is wonderful, and I will see you in the morning.
There is this persistent ad that assaults me, to the left of my Facebook screen, that says, "No young guys wanted," and always features the picture of a young, lovely woman smiling at me. Who the hell told her that I was not young?!
I'm listening to The Stone Temple Pilots as I search for Literary Agents to query about my book, "The Delivery Guy." I need a job, so I am going to try and become a writer.
Kobain has just claimed the left side of the table on which the tv sits, by knocking over the
books that were sitting there; books that are on the must read next, if I ever go back to reading them, list--I have made a stab at reading each one of them--each one of them is a fine, fine book, but each has failed to grab my attention like it must to pull me away from my computer.
I have put the books out onto the porch, The Love Porch, as I call it; thinking that, maybe, as it gets cooler out there, I might migrate to the porch, and spend some time reading.
I am listening to The Beach Boys. I haven't listened to The Beach Boys since I used to overdose on them back in '75 cruising the beaches of Venice and Sarasota, Florida, tall boys on the passenger side floor, 8 track tapes singing out loud. I still remember most of the words to most of their songs.
Time passes fast. It was 1976 when I was cruising those Florida beaches. I must stay focused, and get done what it is that I have come here to do.
The woman who I am making love to wants to make love to me more often than I am currently capable of, so I guess I have ED. I consulted my therapist about it, and she said that two of the pills that I am on for bi-polar disorder, and the fact that I am diabetic contribute to this lack of multiple hardons, so she backed me off on the amounts of the two pills, added another pill, and gave me a script for Cialisis.
The pill that she added was Abilify, which gave me insomnia, and made me restless. Abilify is also supposed to drive my blood sugar up, so based primarily on that possible outcome, I stopped taking the pill.
It had taken quite awhile for my therapist, and I, to find the right balance of medication to check both the mania, and depression, of my bi-polarity. I don't, and she doesn't, like to mess with the balance that we have created, but fucking might be more important than being a little crazed. Also, these two pills, Cymbalta, and Risperidone, create carbohydrate craving, and thus weight gain, and I am tired of being a fat old man who can't get enough boners.
I am happy to have lived long enough in life to have these kind of problems. When I was younger, I was hard all the time, and skinny.
http://www.eveningpsychiatrist.com/side-effects/
Good article on Meds, and their effects.
The pill that she added was Abilify, which gave me insomnia, and made me restless. Abilify is also supposed to drive my blood sugar up, so based primarily on that possible outcome, I stopped taking the pill.
It had taken quite awhile for my therapist, and I, to find the right balance of medication to check both the mania, and depression, of my bi-polarity. I don't, and she doesn't, like to mess with the balance that we have created, but fucking might be more important than being a little crazed. Also, these two pills, Cymbalta, and Risperidone, create carbohydrate craving, and thus weight gain, and I am tired of being a fat old man who can't get enough boners.
I am happy to have lived long enough in life to have these kind of problems. When I was younger, I was hard all the time, and skinny.
http://www.eveningpsychiatrist.com/side-effects/
Good article on Meds, and their effects.
Friday, August 19, 2011
"You have to decide what your highest priorities are and have
the courage - pleasantly, smilingly, nonapologetically - to
say no to other things. And the way to do that is by having a
bigger yes burning inside."--Stephen Covey
"I'm multi-talented: I can talk and piss you off at the same time."
--Source Unknown
"It's not your job to do my job."--K
(Covey is saying what it is all about. I must be ruthlessly,
politely, and happily in pursuing that which I am after).--K
Sin is a concept developed by men to keep other men, (and women) in line.
I helped the Atlanta Chapter of, "Food Not Bombs," transport their food from its source to the kitchen where it will be cooked, so that it can be fed to The Homeless on Ponce outside the Home Depot Shopping Center. I helped The Morehouse re-distribute food that Kate had gathered from various local food outlest; and took home a nice box of food for myself. It is always nice to be able to help yourself, as you help others.
Machines are weird: my printer.copier for my computer seems to have fixed itself; for the longest time it was eating paper.
It takes two minutes and forty seven seconds to heat, and steep, two bags of English Breakfast Tea, in a large cup, in the microwave. I know this because I do it all the time. Tonight, I took out the trash right after putting the cup in the box, and pushing the buttons. As I got back the bell rang telling me that my tea was ready, and also that it takes me about two and a half minutes to take the trash out.
Next up, on this super exciting Saturday night, along with listening to Henry the great Great Dane, who is spending the night here, tonight, bark, bark, bark at EVERYTHING that walks by out front, is to count out my pills for the week. I take 19 pills a day; eight in the morning, and eleven at night, for everything from depression, to diabetes, to high blood pressure. I take a kid's dose of aspirin, I take a fish oil pill. I take glucosamine. Where would I, and my doctors, and the pill companies be without me?
Shutting the front door has shut Henry up, but I'm not ready to hit it for the night just yet.
My eye allergies are killing me, this morning. I have taken the little white pill, and have dropped the Astringent/Redness Reliever Eye Drops; relief is on its way. Where would I be without chemicals?
I have a correction to make. Earlier in the week I said that I was chowing down on some delightful Turnip Greens that a nice lady had cooked for me. I was incorrect; she was not nice! No, I'm just kidding; she was, and is, nice but she had cooked Collards for me, and not Turnip Greens. I try to bring you the facts, here, nothing but the facts.
There is an uptight Channel 11 Reporter on The Love Porch, with her camera man, right now. She did not come to interview The Poet. She came to interview Community Activist Matthew Cardinale, who lives downstairs. Matthew asked if he could borrow The Porch for The Interview, and I said sure. I even said that I would put Dylan in the bathroom, so that Dylan did not ruin the interview barking at folks on HIS porch!!
The Interview is over. Matthew said that it went very well. I asked him if The Reporter was uptight; he said, "No," that she was nice. Maybe her first impression of me was one of a large, long haired, long bearded male yelling at his dog to get away from the door. Whatever. It doesn't matter; she didn't come here to interview me!!
You can watch The Love Porch, and Matthew Cardinale siting on it with The Reporter, tonight at 6 on Channel Eleven. Tell me if you can see my sign that says, "Hippies Use The Other Door," in it!
Think of your favorite author, and then think about this: they may have a million words that you, and I, will never see, stuck on hard drives that they will take to heaven, or hell, with them.
I'm tired. Sunday is almost over, and thus another weekend of our lives. What will Monday, and this new week, bring us?
I just found a dark mole below my stomach that I know will need to be cut off. It is 92 out, which may screw the dogs out of their day time walk. I go back to work, today, it will be good to see all my old friends at the opera. I am hoping that my check from the demos will show in the mail today. I need to buy dog food; they are on half ration, right now.
I am listening to the band Boston on GrooveShark.com. I am amazed that FM has not killed all interest that I ever had in this band, who basically take me back to my senior year of high school, and my freshman year of college" it is more than a feeling!
The poems for the day have been written; the dogs have been walked; the shower has been taken; it is almost time to hop on the bike and head on down to where I will take what they be giving. I'm back to the opera today, so it will be all good things with Orlando, Neil, and Company. It is a blessing to have a job. (Love that paycheck!)
The first night back on The Opera was great. Most of The Old Crew were there, and a whole bunch of new folks: it should be a successful campaign for all of us, lead by our boss, Orlando Andrews. I got the dogs around the block for the second time today; they were very thankful for that.
I didn't get "on the board" tonight, at The Opera(meaning that I didn't make a sale).
It was the kind of night where nobody much answered the phone, and those that did hung up on me.
Very enthusiastically, I said, to one, seemingly friendly, lady, "How are you tonight?" after she had identified herself to me, and then she hung up.
But the hot and cold hung up on me woman was outdone by the guy, who I talked to a little bit later, who said, "I have diarrhea ," and hung up, when I asked to speak to Pedro!
Mikel K Poet Like Hunter Thompson spoke about San Fran and the hippies, the punk scene was a bold, and bright burst of light, that came and went almost in an instant.
Kimberly Monahan Wailes That is a beautiful statement.
I went to the hip doctor, yesterday, and his assistant took a picture of my new hip, the one that the good doctor had put in me last January. When The Doctor came into the room that I was waiting in, he said, "The hip looks great, but the other one doesn't."
I said, "Well, it doesn't hurt, so it is staying in; your are just trying to get another swimming pool." My doctor has a good sense of humor: he laughed!!!
It is 87 degrees out there in Midtown, Ga., a bit cooler than it has been the last few days, but the sun is still pounding down intensely, and a 12:30 pm walk around the block, with the dogs, brought to the three of us, basically, the same sweat that the weather has been bringing us all summer. No charge for thie K Weather Report.
I forgot that I had watermelon in the fridge, and when I pulled it out, it was only good enough to give to the dogs. Waaaaah! They were happy though, which was nice. I had Cheerios in almond milk, instead; yum.
the courage - pleasantly, smilingly, nonapologetically - to
say no to other things. And the way to do that is by having a
bigger yes burning inside."--Stephen Covey
"I'm multi-talented: I can talk and piss you off at the same time."
--Source Unknown
"It's not your job to do my job."--K
(Covey is saying what it is all about. I must be ruthlessly,
politely, and happily in pursuing that which I am after).--K
Sin is a concept developed by men to keep other men, (and women) in line.
I helped the Atlanta Chapter of, "Food Not Bombs," transport their food from its source to the kitchen where it will be cooked, so that it can be fed to The Homeless on Ponce outside the Home Depot Shopping Center. I helped The Morehouse re-distribute food that Kate had gathered from various local food outlest; and took home a nice box of food for myself. It is always nice to be able to help yourself, as you help others.
Machines are weird: my printer.copier for my computer seems to have fixed itself; for the longest time it was eating paper.
It takes two minutes and forty seven seconds to heat, and steep, two bags of English Breakfast Tea, in a large cup, in the microwave. I know this because I do it all the time. Tonight, I took out the trash right after putting the cup in the box, and pushing the buttons. As I got back the bell rang telling me that my tea was ready, and also that it takes me about two and a half minutes to take the trash out.
Next up, on this super exciting Saturday night, along with listening to Henry the great Great Dane, who is spending the night here, tonight, bark, bark, bark at EVERYTHING that walks by out front, is to count out my pills for the week. I take 19 pills a day; eight in the morning, and eleven at night, for everything from depression, to diabetes, to high blood pressure. I take a kid's dose of aspirin, I take a fish oil pill. I take glucosamine. Where would I, and my doctors, and the pill companies be without me?
Shutting the front door has shut Henry up, but I'm not ready to hit it for the night just yet.
My eye allergies are killing me, this morning. I have taken the little white pill, and have dropped the Astringent/Redness Reliever Eye Drops; relief is on its way. Where would I be without chemicals?
I have a correction to make. Earlier in the week I said that I was chowing down on some delightful Turnip Greens that a nice lady had cooked for me. I was incorrect; she was not nice! No, I'm just kidding; she was, and is, nice but she had cooked Collards for me, and not Turnip Greens. I try to bring you the facts, here, nothing but the facts.
There is an uptight Channel 11 Reporter on The Love Porch, with her camera man, right now. She did not come to interview The Poet. She came to interview Community Activist Matthew Cardinale, who lives downstairs. Matthew asked if he could borrow The Porch for The Interview, and I said sure. I even said that I would put Dylan in the bathroom, so that Dylan did not ruin the interview barking at folks on HIS porch!!
The Interview is over. Matthew said that it went very well. I asked him if The Reporter was uptight; he said, "No," that she was nice. Maybe her first impression of me was one of a large, long haired, long bearded male yelling at his dog to get away from the door. Whatever. It doesn't matter; she didn't come here to interview me!!
You can watch The Love Porch, and Matthew Cardinale siting on it with The Reporter, tonight at 6 on Channel Eleven. Tell me if you can see my sign that says, "Hippies Use The Other Door," in it!
Think of your favorite author, and then think about this: they may have a million words that you, and I, will never see, stuck on hard drives that they will take to heaven, or hell, with them.
I'm tired. Sunday is almost over, and thus another weekend of our lives. What will Monday, and this new week, bring us?
I just found a dark mole below my stomach that I know will need to be cut off. It is 92 out, which may screw the dogs out of their day time walk. I go back to work, today, it will be good to see all my old friends at the opera. I am hoping that my check from the demos will show in the mail today. I need to buy dog food; they are on half ration, right now.
I am listening to the band Boston on GrooveShark.com. I am amazed that FM has not killed all interest that I ever had in this band, who basically take me back to my senior year of high school, and my freshman year of college" it is more than a feeling!
The poems for the day have been written; the dogs have been walked; the shower has been taken; it is almost time to hop on the bike and head on down to where I will take what they be giving. I'm back to the opera today, so it will be all good things with Orlando, Neil, and Company. It is a blessing to have a job. (Love that paycheck!)
The first night back on The Opera was great. Most of The Old Crew were there, and a whole bunch of new folks: it should be a successful campaign for all of us, lead by our boss, Orlando Andrews. I got the dogs around the block for the second time today; they were very thankful for that.
I didn't get "on the board" tonight, at The Opera(meaning that I didn't make a sale).
It was the kind of night where nobody much answered the phone, and those that did hung up on me.
Very enthusiastically, I said, to one, seemingly friendly, lady, "How are you tonight?" after she had identified herself to me, and then she hung up.
But the hot and cold hung up on me woman was outdone by the guy, who I talked to a little bit later, who said, "I have diarrhea ," and hung up, when I asked to speak to Pedro!
Mikel K Poet Like Hunter Thompson spoke about San Fran and the hippies, the punk scene was a bold, and bright burst of light, that came and went almost in an instant.
Kimberly Monahan Wailes That is a beautiful statement.
I went to the hip doctor, yesterday, and his assistant took a picture of my new hip, the one that the good doctor had put in me last January. When The Doctor came into the room that I was waiting in, he said, "The hip looks great, but the other one doesn't."
I said, "Well, it doesn't hurt, so it is staying in; your are just trying to get another swimming pool." My doctor has a good sense of humor: he laughed!!!
It is 87 degrees out there in Midtown, Ga., a bit cooler than it has been the last few days, but the sun is still pounding down intensely, and a 12:30 pm walk around the block, with the dogs, brought to the three of us, basically, the same sweat that the weather has been bringing us all summer. No charge for thie K Weather Report.
I forgot that I had watermelon in the fridge, and when I pulled it out, it was only good enough to give to the dogs. Waaaaah! They were happy though, which was nice. I had Cheerios in almond milk, instead; yum.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
If you know what's good for you, you'll do what's good for me.
"If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are connected."
--Chief Seattle (Thanks Melissa Jo).
"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."
--F. Scott Fitzgerald
I couldn't sleep, so instead of lay in the bed restless, I decided to get up and find something to do: first on the agenda make a water with lemon, and some sleepy time tea. It was probably the green tea that I drank right before bedtime for my allergies that had woken me up, and kept me awak.Pretty Penny growled at me as I entered here kitchen; i had woken her up, and was still a bit of a stranger in her home. My partner was still asleep. I was hoping that my nightime restlessness was not disturbing her.
I
They are the type of company that is always sending you an email saying, "only X number of days left," as if they are not, again, soon, going to have some sort of percentage off sale. They are always offering an alleged percentage off, as if we don't know that their percentages off are built into their sales prices. They are going out of business. It's not a surprise really.
We are home! One of the cats puked next to my chair; was that his way of saying that he was pissed about our leaving him for a couple of days?!
Sometimes, if I get mad at a piece of paper, I will throw it out.
The turtles were glad to see us, upon our return to the abode. You wouldn't think a turtle would much care about such things, but mine did, and do.
I just went to the most incredible Yoga class, lead by Stephanie Foxman. At times it seemed that, "the restorative class," as Stephanie called it, was too slow, and easy; but when I left the class, I was completely calm. Praise Yoga.
I am out of my odorless molecularly distilled omega-3 fatty acid pills:1200 mg fish oil 600 mg total epa & dha. By the sound of it, you would think that I would have keeled over upon missing the first pill, but I am, somehow, still living.
Facebook is the only place where you can tell folks that you are going to walk your dogs, and a guy you don't know in California will "like" it.
I don't look so much like a bum in my black gym shorts, and black sleeveless t's as I got some new ones from the evil empire for three bucks a piece. Some of the old ones are headed to the trash, today; I am tired of seeing myself in them.
If you can't afford the gym, do push ups at home, and hit the sidewalk instead of the treadmill. If you can't be with the one you love, love yourself.
I think that "making love," and "fucking" are two different things.
ML=F(not).
If you have no mayo and relish to make tartar sauce, can you put a horseradish mustard on your fried fish? ("If I don't get some shelter, I'm going to fade away."---Song Now Playing.
I just had a lovely fried fish/corn on the cob breakfast("You just might find you get what you need..."is the song playing now, but don't you hate it when people tell you what they had for their meal!!!!???
Thing I don't mind doing: feeding a horse. Thing I have no interest in doing: riding a horse. Thing I don't mind doing: watching my kids ride a roller coaster. Thing I will never do again: ride a roller coaster.
I have given up on the idea of keeping Dylan off of my Yoga mat, when it is out. I will have to share my sacred mat with a dog; he won't have it any other way. With that I am off to Yoga Class; two nights in a row this makes: yahoo, see what a Yogi can do with days off, and cash for classes!! Namaste.
Dale W Miller: We just told, our daughter, Kennedy she needed to finish her OJ before the security checkpoint at the airport, letting her know they don't allow any liquids past that point. She responded saying, "Do they allow lollipops on the plane?"
I've, once again, got a house full of Great Danes; Henry and Anna are with me for four days: yeah!!
The turtles tank needs cleaning, again, and it has only been 11 days since I last cleaned it; those dirty little reptiles!
I am headed to the chiropractor for an adjustment in about an hour. The only part that I don't like about the process is when the good Doctor takes my head in his hands and quickly cranks it sideways, to one side, and then another. It is certainly an act of faith on my part to let another human being do such to me.
Something that a junkie, drunk, and Tom Petty agree upon: Coming down is the hardest thing!
After the cats were done eating their morning wet cat food treat, Henry got up off of the floor, and went to Jaggar's bowl, and starting licking it, as if there was something good, and plentiful, to lick in that bowl, which I know was not true, because both cats had already attended to that bowl, this morning. Usually, I don't let a dog anywhere near a cat bowl in this abode, but Henry seemed so happy licking the empty bowl that I let him go at it.
Henry did not have the best night. He kept barking at something(s) outside, untill he finally climbed up onto the bed with me, where he found comfort. I had The Love Porch locked, so Henry could not have been barking at an inturder to that space. There must have been people walking on the sidewalk, and or people walking their dogs on the sidewalk, who were irritating Henry, or maybe it was one of those invisible butterflies that Henry is prone to bark at from time to time.
I love Henry.
"If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are connected."
--Chief Seattle (Thanks Melissa Jo).
"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."
--F. Scott Fitzgerald
I couldn't sleep, so instead of lay in the bed restless, I decided to get up and find something to do: first on the agenda make a water with lemon, and some sleepy time tea. It was probably the green tea that I drank right before bedtime for my allergies that had woken me up, and kept me awak.Pretty Penny growled at me as I entered here kitchen; i had woken her up, and was still a bit of a stranger in her home. My partner was still asleep. I was hoping that my nightime restlessness was not disturbing her.
I
They are the type of company that is always sending you an email saying, "only X number of days left," as if they are not, again, soon, going to have some sort of percentage off sale. They are always offering an alleged percentage off, as if we don't know that their percentages off are built into their sales prices. They are going out of business. It's not a surprise really.
We are home! One of the cats puked next to my chair; was that his way of saying that he was pissed about our leaving him for a couple of days?!
Sometimes, if I get mad at a piece of paper, I will throw it out.
The turtles were glad to see us, upon our return to the abode. You wouldn't think a turtle would much care about such things, but mine did, and do.
I just went to the most incredible Yoga class, lead by Stephanie Foxman. At times it seemed that, "the restorative class," as Stephanie called it, was too slow, and easy; but when I left the class, I was completely calm. Praise Yoga.
I am out of my odorless molecularly distilled omega-3 fatty acid pills:1200 mg fish oil 600 mg total epa & dha. By the sound of it, you would think that I would have keeled over upon missing the first pill, but I am, somehow, still living.
Facebook is the only place where you can tell folks that you are going to walk your dogs, and a guy you don't know in California will "like" it.
I don't look so much like a bum in my black gym shorts, and black sleeveless t's as I got some new ones from the evil empire for three bucks a piece. Some of the old ones are headed to the trash, today; I am tired of seeing myself in them.
If you can't afford the gym, do push ups at home, and hit the sidewalk instead of the treadmill. If you can't be with the one you love, love yourself.
I think that "making love," and "fucking" are two different things.
ML=F(not).
If you have no mayo and relish to make tartar sauce, can you put a horseradish mustard on your fried fish? ("If I don't get some shelter, I'm going to fade away."---Song Now Playing.
I just had a lovely fried fish/corn on the cob breakfast("You just might find you get what you need..."is the song playing now, but don't you hate it when people tell you what they had for their meal!!!!???
Thing I don't mind doing: feeding a horse. Thing I have no interest in doing: riding a horse. Thing I don't mind doing: watching my kids ride a roller coaster. Thing I will never do again: ride a roller coaster.
I have given up on the idea of keeping Dylan off of my Yoga mat, when it is out. I will have to share my sacred mat with a dog; he won't have it any other way. With that I am off to Yoga Class; two nights in a row this makes: yahoo, see what a Yogi can do with days off, and cash for classes!! Namaste.
Dale W Miller: We just told, our daughter, Kennedy she needed to finish her OJ before the security checkpoint at the airport, letting her know they don't allow any liquids past that point. She responded saying, "Do they allow lollipops on the plane?"
I've, once again, got a house full of Great Danes; Henry and Anna are with me for four days: yeah!!
The turtles tank needs cleaning, again, and it has only been 11 days since I last cleaned it; those dirty little reptiles!
I am headed to the chiropractor for an adjustment in about an hour. The only part that I don't like about the process is when the good Doctor takes my head in his hands and quickly cranks it sideways, to one side, and then another. It is certainly an act of faith on my part to let another human being do such to me.
Something that a junkie, drunk, and Tom Petty agree upon: Coming down is the hardest thing!
After the cats were done eating their morning wet cat food treat, Henry got up off of the floor, and went to Jaggar's bowl, and starting licking it, as if there was something good, and plentiful, to lick in that bowl, which I know was not true, because both cats had already attended to that bowl, this morning. Usually, I don't let a dog anywhere near a cat bowl in this abode, but Henry seemed so happy licking the empty bowl that I let him go at it.
Henry did not have the best night. He kept barking at something(s) outside, untill he finally climbed up onto the bed with me, where he found comfort. I had The Love Porch locked, so Henry could not have been barking at an inturder to that space. There must have been people walking on the sidewalk, and or people walking their dogs on the sidewalk, who were irritating Henry, or maybe it was one of those invisible butterflies that Henry is prone to bark at from time to time.
I love Henry.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I don't have concrete answers: just lots of questions: the sometime K by Mikel K
Have things calmed down in London; will any changes occur because of all the rioting?
Are they rioters, or revolutionists; out for social change, or out for free burn baby burn tv?
"Many of us believe that wrongs aren't wrong if it's done by nice people like ourselves."
--Author Unknown
"Each enlightened side of every issue is blind."--K
You didn't bring me into your with positivity to become negative, did you?
Someone at The Democratic Party of Georgia decided that The Party was paying us too much, and in a seemingly Republican move knocked us down to near minimum wage, taking away the 20% commission that we had previously been paid, once we went above a certain level of contributions raised. I guess that this person, or persons, would rather see us arrive at work on the bus, instead of in cars.
When it comes to money in this great nation,things are savage. I wish that all the money pigs could live in one place, and leave us artists without a drive to amass wealth alone; ain't going to happen though; you have to co-exist with people who are trying to turn you into slaves.
There might be a lot wrong in the world, but there is a lot right, also, and I am thankful for that, and the blessings that are bestowed upon me every day. Good night. God Bless. Sweet Dreams.
I have always felt uncomfortable when I have been in, or around, places of wealth. Excess seems not stupid, but criminal to me, when there is even one person on this earth hurting because of something that money could fix. Why should one guy, or girl, have billions in the bank, and another have their food stamps taken away from them because The Tea Party Republicans say that these people are mooches?
I could be standing in front of a room full of strangers
microphone to my mouth, but instead I'm about to vacuum the carpet.
Well, I could be signing autographs, but instead I'm about to wash the dishes.
I could be selling millions of books, but I ain't,
But in spite of all this life is great.
I've transferred/transformed from Social Distortion into The Grateful Dead, hoping, now, that The Dead will give me The Motivation to vacuum this abode.
I'll dance with the dogs, as i do it!
I'll dance with the dogs, as I vacuum this abode.
The great job producing millionaires, and billioaires, of this great nation will take car of you: their wealth will trickle down to you!
Davis Ison I thought it was tinkle down on us.
So, in reality, it is piss on you, and piss on me.
"A friend of mine was given six months to live; they couldn't pay the hospital bill, so they were given another six months."--Bill Able
Bundy barked his way to Key West, tonight; Key West meaning that he got locked in the bathroom for incessantly barking at a man, and his dog, as they walked by our abode. Bundy being temporarily out of commission left us free to wander among all the film production trucks that have taken over the southwestern corner of Piedmont Park. My partner kept saying, "They're going to kick us out. They're going to kick us out," but they never did. We got to see everything but Cameron Diaz, and Jennifer Lopez, the stars of the flick. Oh well; their loss, right??!
"Are you as Spiritual in real life, as you appear to be on here?" she asked me. I strongly dislike people who brag about their God, who try to shove their spirituality up your butt. "Nothing I say on there is a lie," said I, and she rolled over and went to sleep, which I am going to do now. Good Night. God Bless. Get some good rest.
Have things calmed down in London; will any changes occur because of all the rioting?
Are they rioters, or revolutionists; out for social change, or out for free burn baby burn tv?
"Many of us believe that wrongs aren't wrong if it's done by nice people like ourselves."
--Author Unknown
"Each enlightened side of every issue is blind."--K
You didn't bring me into your with positivity to become negative, did you?
Someone at The Democratic Party of Georgia decided that The Party was paying us too much, and in a seemingly Republican move knocked us down to near minimum wage, taking away the 20% commission that we had previously been paid, once we went above a certain level of contributions raised. I guess that this person, or persons, would rather see us arrive at work on the bus, instead of in cars.
When it comes to money in this great nation,things are savage. I wish that all the money pigs could live in one place, and leave us artists without a drive to amass wealth alone; ain't going to happen though; you have to co-exist with people who are trying to turn you into slaves.
There might be a lot wrong in the world, but there is a lot right, also, and I am thankful for that, and the blessings that are bestowed upon me every day. Good night. God Bless. Sweet Dreams.
I have always felt uncomfortable when I have been in, or around, places of wealth. Excess seems not stupid, but criminal to me, when there is even one person on this earth hurting because of something that money could fix. Why should one guy, or girl, have billions in the bank, and another have their food stamps taken away from them because The Tea Party Republicans say that these people are mooches?
I could be standing in front of a room full of strangers
microphone to my mouth, but instead I'm about to vacuum the carpet.
Well, I could be signing autographs, but instead I'm about to wash the dishes.
I could be selling millions of books, but I ain't,
But in spite of all this life is great.
I've transferred/transformed from Social Distortion into The Grateful Dead, hoping, now, that The Dead will give me The Motivation to vacuum this abode.
I'll dance with the dogs, as i do it!
I'll dance with the dogs, as I vacuum this abode.
The great job producing millionaires, and billioaires, of this great nation will take car of you: their wealth will trickle down to you!
Davis Ison I thought it was tinkle down on us.
So, in reality, it is piss on you, and piss on me.
"A friend of mine was given six months to live; they couldn't pay the hospital bill, so they were given another six months."--Bill Able
Bundy barked his way to Key West, tonight; Key West meaning that he got locked in the bathroom for incessantly barking at a man, and his dog, as they walked by our abode. Bundy being temporarily out of commission left us free to wander among all the film production trucks that have taken over the southwestern corner of Piedmont Park. My partner kept saying, "They're going to kick us out. They're going to kick us out," but they never did. We got to see everything but Cameron Diaz, and Jennifer Lopez, the stars of the flick. Oh well; their loss, right??!
"Are you as Spiritual in real life, as you appear to be on here?" she asked me. I strongly dislike people who brag about their God, who try to shove their spirituality up your butt. "Nothing I say on there is a lie," said I, and she rolled over and went to sleep, which I am going to do now. Good Night. God Bless. Get some good rest.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Some cowboys show up with guns raised when the battle is long over.
"One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain’t nothin’ can beat teamwork.”--Edward Abbey.
"People are rarely remembered for the cars they drove."--Patrick Best
Is it all good?
I'm consuming a poisonous Coca a Cola diet beverage, at work. They are free.
I feel things so intensely. Mostly it is a beautiful gift, but sometimes it can be painful.
Your reflections have all been wonderful. I am fine again: the straight A, most winning smile kid.
As I traveled around it was clear that I was headed home to stay.
I found some fun things in the city like friendship, and love.
My dreams last night were about Greg Allman, and his liver. All night long, as I slept, I debated whether it was right for someone to spend their life drinking, and, then, because they have the money, be able to buy themselves a new liver. In my dream, I kept wondering if he would be allowed to have a third liver, if he decided to drink on the second one. I don't know where the hell this dream came from; I would much rather have dreamed about Lady Gaga.
Then I woke, this morning, craving the song, "Art Lover," by The Kinks, a very beautiful, and very weird song. It is another day, here at The K Hotel: Praise The Lord, and pass the coffee!
There is a lone cockroach wandering about my desk, this morning. I want to
smash him to smithereens, but there is too much crap on my desk to catch him,
so he is my pet cockroach, and, maybe, I need to clean my desk.
There is a lone cockroach wandering about my desk, this morning. I want to
smash him to smithereens, but there is too much crap on my desk to catch him,
so he is my pet cockroach, and, maybe, I need to clean my desk.
Friday is the day that I hook up with Kate at The More House in Little Five Points, and redistribute fruit, vegetable, and bread that she has saved from the trash can by getting various grocery stores, in the area, to give her the still good food.
We unload the food from the truck that Kate, and a companion, has loaded it onto, and redistribute this food into 20 boxes, which are to be given to families who can use it in Little Five Points, and to Homeless Shelters, and Rehab Facilities in the area.
For doing this, I get a good feeling about myself, and I also get a box of food that I get to hand pick myself, for I am one of the needy families in the area!!
Up at 6:46 am. We have Henry, and Anna with us for the weekend; what a treat. I have not seen my Great Dane friends in a bit. Breakfast, so far, this morning has been coffee, and an allergy pill. Can you believe that it is August, already. Soon, we will have that beautiful crisp fall weather, and we have certainly earned it.
I have a nice day ahead of me. First, I am going to the chiropractor. He will take my head into his hands, and twist it intensely on one side, and then the other. For me to allow him to do this represents a great trust on my part. My neck is very valuable to me; I don't allow just anyone to manipulate it.
Then, later in the day, I am going to a Colombian wedding, with my photographer friend, Just Joan. It has been many years since I have been to a wedding, and I have never been to a Colombian wedding. I am sure that I am in for a treat.
Each of us thinks that we know what is going on, but we don't. The truth could be standing right in front of us, and we would think it lies, while we believe that a lie is the truth. This guy, tonight, told me that The Vietnam Was was fought because The Vietnamese were going to take away America's access to their rubber. What do we need rubber for?
I'm singing, "Tuesday's Gone," along with Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the dogs have gathered about me, thinking that something important is happening. Thank God for dogs that love a man who can't sing.
I just threw my cat, Kobain, a slice of turkey, and Henry, the great Great Dane from next door stuck his nose on the floor near the cat, and the slice of meat. I bet that if I had not been watching him, and had not said, "No Henry, no," that Kobain's little snack would have wound up in the dog's mouth.
It was a pleasant work day, but they cut back our pay to a not so hefty hourly amount, taking away the percentages that we used to get on each "sale".
Cyndi Craven That doesn't sound fair!
Mikel K Poet Life's not fair. What can you do; you either accept it, or move on? I'm not ready to move on.
Cyndi Craven I can dig that.
2 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet This job is a step in the direction that I want to take in this line of work. I am going to be checking other things. The hours work well for me, on this gig. I'm not out to be a millionaire as a worker; I am out to be a millionaire as a writer!!
If it wasn't for all this progress, we'd really have it made.
I'm making up a language: Eee eew palandia means, "Please."
Danielle Strickland great idea...good morning :)
Mikel K Poet Waggy foo hah =good morning!!
The lady who put together the cheese and cracker table at The Fultion County Democrats meeting tonight snapped at one lady that, "It wasn't dinner." How are The Democrats going to kick Red State Republican Ass with miserly types like this in charge of the cheese. Not a skinny woman, she was probably hoping to bring as much of it as possible home for herself. Will some Democrats with balls please step forward?
Anyone who looks like George Bush Sr. must be suspect; of what I am not yet sure, but I will soon figure it out and report back to you on it.
They keep an office for Congressman John Lewis here at The Democratice Party State Headquarters. There are two desks in it, four chairs, a filing cabinet, a bulletin board, and a weird picture of some guy in one of those things that pours salt up and down to keep time. Lewis has never stepped foot in this office, and from the looks of things, I doubt that he ever will. I have come here to make phone calls looking for money for The Party, because it is too loud by the office that I usually work in: The Fulton County Democrats are having a meeting here tonight.
I hear a woman's voice outside the door say, "And this is Congressman Lewis's office. She opens the door just after I get Facebook off my computer screen If you had told me that I would be
"One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain’t nothin’ can beat teamwork.”--Edward Abbey.
"People are rarely remembered for the cars they drove."--Patrick Best
Is it all good?
I'm consuming a poisonous Coca a Cola diet beverage, at work. They are free.
I feel things so intensely. Mostly it is a beautiful gift, but sometimes it can be painful.
Your reflections have all been wonderful. I am fine again: the straight A, most winning smile kid.
As I traveled around it was clear that I was headed home to stay.
I found some fun things in the city like friendship, and love.
My dreams last night were about Greg Allman, and his liver. All night long, as I slept, I debated whether it was right for someone to spend their life drinking, and, then, because they have the money, be able to buy themselves a new liver. In my dream, I kept wondering if he would be allowed to have a third liver, if he decided to drink on the second one. I don't know where the hell this dream came from; I would much rather have dreamed about Lady Gaga.
Then I woke, this morning, craving the song, "Art Lover," by The Kinks, a very beautiful, and very weird song. It is another day, here at The K Hotel: Praise The Lord, and pass the coffee!
There is a lone cockroach wandering about my desk, this morning. I want to
smash him to smithereens, but there is too much crap on my desk to catch him,
so he is my pet cockroach, and, maybe, I need to clean my desk.
There is a lone cockroach wandering about my desk, this morning. I want to
smash him to smithereens, but there is too much crap on my desk to catch him,
so he is my pet cockroach, and, maybe, I need to clean my desk.
Friday is the day that I hook up with Kate at The More House in Little Five Points, and redistribute fruit, vegetable, and bread that she has saved from the trash can by getting various grocery stores, in the area, to give her the still good food.
We unload the food from the truck that Kate, and a companion, has loaded it onto, and redistribute this food into 20 boxes, which are to be given to families who can use it in Little Five Points, and to Homeless Shelters, and Rehab Facilities in the area.
For doing this, I get a good feeling about myself, and I also get a box of food that I get to hand pick myself, for I am one of the needy families in the area!!
Up at 6:46 am. We have Henry, and Anna with us for the weekend; what a treat. I have not seen my Great Dane friends in a bit. Breakfast, so far, this morning has been coffee, and an allergy pill. Can you believe that it is August, already. Soon, we will have that beautiful crisp fall weather, and we have certainly earned it.
I have a nice day ahead of me. First, I am going to the chiropractor. He will take my head into his hands, and twist it intensely on one side, and then the other. For me to allow him to do this represents a great trust on my part. My neck is very valuable to me; I don't allow just anyone to manipulate it.
Then, later in the day, I am going to a Colombian wedding, with my photographer friend, Just Joan. It has been many years since I have been to a wedding, and I have never been to a Colombian wedding. I am sure that I am in for a treat.
Each of us thinks that we know what is going on, but we don't. The truth could be standing right in front of us, and we would think it lies, while we believe that a lie is the truth. This guy, tonight, told me that The Vietnam Was was fought because The Vietnamese were going to take away America's access to their rubber. What do we need rubber for?
I'm singing, "Tuesday's Gone," along with Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the dogs have gathered about me, thinking that something important is happening. Thank God for dogs that love a man who can't sing.
I just threw my cat, Kobain, a slice of turkey, and Henry, the great Great Dane from next door stuck his nose on the floor near the cat, and the slice of meat. I bet that if I had not been watching him, and had not said, "No Henry, no," that Kobain's little snack would have wound up in the dog's mouth.
It was a pleasant work day, but they cut back our pay to a not so hefty hourly amount, taking away the percentages that we used to get on each "sale".
Cyndi Craven That doesn't sound fair!
Mikel K Poet Life's not fair. What can you do; you either accept it, or move on? I'm not ready to move on.
Cyndi Craven I can dig that.
2 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet This job is a step in the direction that I want to take in this line of work. I am going to be checking other things. The hours work well for me, on this gig. I'm not out to be a millionaire as a worker; I am out to be a millionaire as a writer!!
If it wasn't for all this progress, we'd really have it made.
I'm making up a language: Eee eew palandia means, "Please."
Danielle Strickland great idea...good morning :)
Mikel K Poet Waggy foo hah =good morning!!
The lady who put together the cheese and cracker table at The Fultion County Democrats meeting tonight snapped at one lady that, "It wasn't dinner." How are The Democrats going to kick Red State Republican Ass with miserly types like this in charge of the cheese. Not a skinny woman, she was probably hoping to bring as much of it as possible home for herself. Will some Democrats with balls please step forward?
Anyone who looks like George Bush Sr. must be suspect; of what I am not yet sure, but I will soon figure it out and report back to you on it.
They keep an office for Congressman John Lewis here at The Democratice Party State Headquarters. There are two desks in it, four chairs, a filing cabinet, a bulletin board, and a weird picture of some guy in one of those things that pours salt up and down to keep time. Lewis has never stepped foot in this office, and from the looks of things, I doubt that he ever will. I have come here to make phone calls looking for money for The Party, because it is too loud by the office that I usually work in: The Fulton County Democrats are having a meeting here tonight.
I hear a woman's voice outside the door say, "And this is Congressman Lewis's office. She opens the door just after I get Facebook off my computer screen If you had told me that I would be
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