‎"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.