Sunday, March 25, 2018

greetings.
I hate how it takes the fear of losing my 9 to 5, to kick my writing in the arse. but there it is...


hmm?

this picture werks for me on so many levels. the freedom. the joy. the wild abandon, yet such exact control, the serenity on that mug... and dat krazy left eyeball.

ahhh.

Monday, December 19, 2016

today 2

Sunday morning comeing down. here at the library desktop. now with Linda having her own puter, this is more of a place i can write. doing research on our "Babs" ("she like that name the best" Joey tells me, that she told him. So, the paperwork Uncle David of Sacramento sent included an 1882  Deed for Sonoma County property. I've now found it..


Eureka comes in many disguises, .many. Just now, i've spent twenty fucking minutes trying to spell disguises.  Boom. It just arrived again, but only because of the work first, or at least an attempt. ya gotta try. Monday nite 12/19/2016, at the cubby facing north. Wow. North lives. The last time i could really write was at 125 Bryn Haven at the North Wall. that's where a lot of tales were started and now hopefully can be finished, ore at least explored further. It;s 7:43pm, just minutes away from the start of Monday Night Football. Not a contest with any implications, but still, it's football, NFL style. Just observing the NFL machinery is sumptin else.

Monday, October 10, 2016

today?

r u kiddin?

wtf?

boom... now begin...
so much has happened since last we read/spoke/typed. Found old journal from 1972 when I began my first major hitchhiking trip with Priscilla Pope, from Oakland to Minneapolis.  Checking my Social Security Wage Earning history and trying to tie dates together.... No work right this moment in the real world, but this word world is much more satisfying anyway...

Monday, September 07, 2015

Sunday, January 25, 2015

ain't life and time funny? "tain't funny McGee" mom would grumble at me when i pull one of my stupid funny capers. Guees that all depends on your definition of funny. Funny how after a saturday of tearing the house apart to find my 11 From Sanford story notes and of course not finding them, i fin this blog... and the times here bounce in and out krazy, i find my notes from the early 90's, all typewritten on one piece of old skook puter paper.

Friday, December 20, 2013

only a year has gone by.. hmm. where ya been...?

Saturday, January 19, 2013

ok. saturday. must be time for overtime. thank goodness. i am so slow at this work i need all the hours possible to make even minimum...letzgo...