Morning Musings
Aside from spending countless hours pondering politics, I’ve been doing other things. My relationship with The Dulcinea continues. She seems to have come to terms with the fact that I’m not interesting in a serious relationship and mostly interested in sex. It seems that the mechanism her brain has used is “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em”. Yesterday afternoon she called me and said that it was a booty call. Despite an urge to be alone and continue reading, I invited her over. Sex. I will yield to it every time. With her admission that is was merely a booty call, I expected her to leave shortly afterwards but noooo. I was keen on reading and doing chores but she lingered. She wouldn’t leave. I didn’t really mind too much if she hung around. But if I left her to her own devices, she’d probably get pissed that I was ignoring her. I felt like I was obligated to entertain her even though this meant not being able to do what I felt like doing. I’m happy to lie around holding her for 10 or 15 minutes after we have sex but there are times when I just want her gone. Leave me be. I am thankful for our flings – she indulges my every whim – but I’m on the lookout for someone younger, a nullipara. A nullipara with long hair.
I hate to sound like a total pig but I can’t help it. I spent a few seconds at a stop sign today watching a woman walking the other way. I have no feelings for The Dulcinea. I enjoy her company as well as the sex but I want more and something different.
This morning was pretty amusing. I stopped in at CZ ostensibly to get coffee but, in reality, it was to see Jolene and her long hair. We chatted for a while which meant I got a late start and didn’t make it to work on-time. No matter, though. The boss doesn’t get here until about 45 minutes after I do and I’m a lowly contractor who’s contract expires in a month. Besides, the employees here are always late. Obviously no one checks or cares.
During the drive, I listened to NPR. As I was sipping coffee, the announcer proclaimed that the CEO of the company I work at had resigned. Here’s a the story:
The CEO of the CUNA Mutual Group quit after allegedly offering cash to employees if they would break away from their union.
Mike Kitchen retired after the board of directors found out he had offered $1,000 to the group that wants to change the current union structure, News 3 reported.
CUNA and the union, representing 1,400 workers, have not reached agreement on a new contract, and the two sides recently agreed to a 30- day cooling-off period that temporarily halted union picketing.
Kitchen reportedly offered his own money to a group that wanted to set up their own representation. CUNA Mutual says the group declined the money.
The board of directors learned of the offer and after looking into it, asked Kitchen for his resignation.
Union officials said they are glad Kitchen resigned.
“Hopefully this removes a major impediment to the ongoing and lengthy, difficult negotiations Local 39 has been engaged in for the last many months,” Jim Cavanaugh of the South Central Federation of Labor told News 3.
Kitchen had been CUNA's CEO since 1995.
The company said Jeff Holley, its chief financial officer, will take over until a search is made to find Kitchen's replacement.
After hearing more news, I get to work and park my car. Walking to the entrance, I noticed a band of 3 gentlemen clad in green polo shirts approaching me. So, they had brought back the 21st century Pinkertons. These guys worked for a security firm who specialized in doing whatever it is they do during labor disputes. They hadn’t been around for nearly a month and now they once again patrol the parking lots. CEO resigns -- Pinkertons. Hmmm…any connection between the 2, ya spose?
I’ve been here an hour and am ready to go home. I’m proofreading Naomi Klein’s No Logo, a polemic against branding and its effect on popular culture. At least I think it is. I haven’t really read much of it. I’ve been removing the word “LIE” which an angry Usenet poster seems to have used to replace every instance of the words “the,” “of,” and “on”. Apparently the person is a right-winger who can’t stand anything in opposition to Faux News but also feels the need to post on Usenet. So he or she reached a compromise. Post but make sure you put the word “LIE” everywhere so everyone knows your feelings on the matter. Ah well, keeps me occupied.
I took a step towards publishing my first zine – I installed InDesign on my laptop. Now I just need some articles and pictures. What to put in there? I’ve got some stuff to contribute but I’d also like to write some new things. And I’d like to have other folks put in their $0.02 as well. Anyone interested in contributing?
03 August, 2004
02 August, 2004
Reading Too Much
I am currently watching an interview with Paul Krugman being streamed over the Internet while I sup coffee. The past several days have been a bit on the odd side. This is probably because I've been reading too much. And I've been reading lefty books, mostly. Most of my reading has been done at work. Things are usually fairly slow and, being a contractor, I'm not on any projects, have no meetings to go to, and whatnot. So, if the phone ain't ringin', I've got nuthin' to do. So I read. Today I finished reading Ron Suskind's The Price of Loyalty. It's about former Treasury Secretary Paul O'Neill who was fired by George Bush about 2 years ago. Bush comes across as being a rather ineffectual leader - a puppet - surrounded by hard-nosed puppeteers who were keen on pushing through their ideological agendas without any discussion. People like Karl Rove and Dick Cheney who have seemingly made it their life's missions to undo FDR's web of social nets, annex Iraq, and privatize & deregulate everything to line the pockets of their fatcat friends as well as their own.
O'Neill is the former CEO of Alcoa and a very wealthy man. Nevertheless, the book portrays him as a man who went to Washington to do good. His method was to gather data - hard facts - and get together with people from all sides to hash it out and come up with the best, if not the right, answer. But Bush and his most powerful cronies would have none of this. O'Neill sought to assemble communities of inquiry to find the right answer while his opponents in the administration came into power with an agenda and wouldn't let such minor things as fiscal responsibility get in the way of lining the pockets of Enron and Haliburton.
Interestingly, the book puts Alan Greenspan in a whole new light. He and O'Neill have been friends for decades and the two conspired to push sound economic policy through the Bush administration and into practice. Unfortunately, their plan went awry. Before I read the book, I knew Greenspan as the guy who goes before Senate committees and give exceedingly opaque treatises on the state of the economy. That and he was friends with Ayn Rand. But The Price of Loyalty portrays him as someone at odds with the Bush administration and a man with sound values and firm grasp on common sense. Although perhaps it shouldn't have, that seemed revelatory.
Reading all of these lefty tomes has made me feel like I've fallen into Orwell's 1984. From what I recall from 20 years ago, any analogy of the US to Oceania seemed to relate to technological advances, how stealthily and easily we the people could be spied upon. But now I've come to terms with the fact that James Bond-like spying devices are a reality. What really concerns me is that doublespeak has become the MO of the Bush regime and no one seems to care. Honestly people, there was a legitimate reason your high school English teacher made you read 1984 - it wasn't just to piss you off or keep you busy. Bush runs up a deficit of several hundred billion dollars just like Reagan yet there are still folks who view the Republicans as fiscal conservatives and Democrats as the tax & spenders. These people take their tax cut to the bank, watch the deficit balloon, and call Bush fiscally responsible. "Those damn Democrats will raise taxes and spend it all!" Just like that nasty Democrat Bill Clinton who actually balanced the budget unlike his 2 Republican predecessors and his Republican successor. Wasn't it Jerry Browne who, during the Democratic primaries in 1984, said that we're gonna have to bite the bullet and raise taxes?
We need some new rules to move this country towards a sense of Rawlsian fairness. To wit:
1) progressive taxation - Adam Smith was in favor of them. The more wealth you have, the more you use government services and protections. YO! Rich people ! YOU pay for them.
2) Pick one of the following:
a) the United States makes a serious effort to wean itself off of fossil fuels OR
b) the owners of or children of owners of SUVs that never take their gas-guzzlers offroad are the first to go off to war.
3) The Fairness Doctrine is to be reinstated. A lefty figure gets to have equal time on Fox News and the like to give an opposing view to shatknockers like Bill O'Reilly and his ilk.
4) Corporate CEOs will be held legally responsible for the crimes their company's commit.
5) Corporate CEOs cannot complain about government interference & regulation, watch the company go under, and then ask for a bailout by the Feds. If you're going to tout the virtues of the free market free of government intervention and then downsize, move jobs abroad, bust unions, get outrageous compensation packages, etc., then you have no right to crawl to Uncle Sam and the taxpayers and ask them to get you out of your mess.
Shit, there's probably many more rules but I'll stop here. November 2nd will be a nail-biter for me.
I am currently watching an interview with Paul Krugman being streamed over the Internet while I sup coffee. The past several days have been a bit on the odd side. This is probably because I've been reading too much. And I've been reading lefty books, mostly. Most of my reading has been done at work. Things are usually fairly slow and, being a contractor, I'm not on any projects, have no meetings to go to, and whatnot. So, if the phone ain't ringin', I've got nuthin' to do. So I read. Today I finished reading Ron Suskind's The Price of Loyalty. It's about former Treasury Secretary Paul O'Neill who was fired by George Bush about 2 years ago. Bush comes across as being a rather ineffectual leader - a puppet - surrounded by hard-nosed puppeteers who were keen on pushing through their ideological agendas without any discussion. People like Karl Rove and Dick Cheney who have seemingly made it their life's missions to undo FDR's web of social nets, annex Iraq, and privatize & deregulate everything to line the pockets of their fatcat friends as well as their own.
O'Neill is the former CEO of Alcoa and a very wealthy man. Nevertheless, the book portrays him as a man who went to Washington to do good. His method was to gather data - hard facts - and get together with people from all sides to hash it out and come up with the best, if not the right, answer. But Bush and his most powerful cronies would have none of this. O'Neill sought to assemble communities of inquiry to find the right answer while his opponents in the administration came into power with an agenda and wouldn't let such minor things as fiscal responsibility get in the way of lining the pockets of Enron and Haliburton.
Interestingly, the book puts Alan Greenspan in a whole new light. He and O'Neill have been friends for decades and the two conspired to push sound economic policy through the Bush administration and into practice. Unfortunately, their plan went awry. Before I read the book, I knew Greenspan as the guy who goes before Senate committees and give exceedingly opaque treatises on the state of the economy. That and he was friends with Ayn Rand. But The Price of Loyalty portrays him as someone at odds with the Bush administration and a man with sound values and firm grasp on common sense. Although perhaps it shouldn't have, that seemed revelatory.
Reading all of these lefty tomes has made me feel like I've fallen into Orwell's 1984. From what I recall from 20 years ago, any analogy of the US to Oceania seemed to relate to technological advances, how stealthily and easily we the people could be spied upon. But now I've come to terms with the fact that James Bond-like spying devices are a reality. What really concerns me is that doublespeak has become the MO of the Bush regime and no one seems to care. Honestly people, there was a legitimate reason your high school English teacher made you read 1984 - it wasn't just to piss you off or keep you busy. Bush runs up a deficit of several hundred billion dollars just like Reagan yet there are still folks who view the Republicans as fiscal conservatives and Democrats as the tax & spenders. These people take their tax cut to the bank, watch the deficit balloon, and call Bush fiscally responsible. "Those damn Democrats will raise taxes and spend it all!" Just like that nasty Democrat Bill Clinton who actually balanced the budget unlike his 2 Republican predecessors and his Republican successor. Wasn't it Jerry Browne who, during the Democratic primaries in 1984, said that we're gonna have to bite the bullet and raise taxes?
We need some new rules to move this country towards a sense of Rawlsian fairness. To wit:
1) progressive taxation - Adam Smith was in favor of them. The more wealth you have, the more you use government services and protections. YO! Rich people ! YOU pay for them.
2) Pick one of the following:
a) the United States makes a serious effort to wean itself off of fossil fuels OR
b) the owners of or children of owners of SUVs that never take their gas-guzzlers offroad are the first to go off to war.
3) The Fairness Doctrine is to be reinstated. A lefty figure gets to have equal time on Fox News and the like to give an opposing view to shatknockers like Bill O'Reilly and his ilk.
4) Corporate CEOs will be held legally responsible for the crimes their company's commit.
5) Corporate CEOs cannot complain about government interference & regulation, watch the company go under, and then ask for a bailout by the Feds. If you're going to tout the virtues of the free market free of government intervention and then downsize, move jobs abroad, bust unions, get outrageous compensation packages, etc., then you have no right to crawl to Uncle Sam and the taxpayers and ask them to get you out of your mess.
Shit, there's probably many more rules but I'll stop here. November 2nd will be a nail-biter for me.
29 July, 2004
Contrasting
Distraction. Pure and simple. I really do have a lot that I'd like to write about but I never seem to get into the writing mood for some reason.
Work is boring. I'm sitting here and that is first & foremost on my mind. The job is easy and not particularly busy. But I'll be reading and getting really into it when the phone rings. On top of it all, this is the worst hell desk I've ever worked on. I mean, they give you just a smitten of training and a pittance of resources with which to do your job. I have to put people on hold constantly so I can get up and wander around trying to find someone who's been here longer than I who isn't already on a call.
On the bright side, my contract here is only for another month so the insanity may not last much longer. Also of good tidings, Gina forwarded my resume upwards and onwards at her second place of employment. I think the job title is Systems Support Specialist. With a title like that, you know it's nothing spectacular but it could be a gig where I am not tied to the phone. Plus I have no future here - I am just here in case of a strike or lock-out. I am a measley contractor. It would be nice to actually be hired by someone so I'd have benefits again and whatnot. I was going to bring in Sunday's classifieds but completely spaced on it. But there's always plenty of online job boards to peruse.
Since it's been so slow here, I've been emailing myself e-books to read. And to proofread. OCR technology ain't perfect, ya know. The past week or so I've read Dude, Where's My Country? & Downsize This! by Michael Moore and Bill Maher's When You Ride Alone. Now I'm in the middle of Greg Palast's The Best Democracy Money Can Buy. Palast is a reporter best known for his expose on the Florida election scandal in 2000 and that's what this book is about. He's the main source for Moore's rants in print and on celluoid about Bush being an illegitimate president. Reading such stuff is simultaneously depressing and angering. Corruption, lying, greed, and lots of little people getting fucked over royally. On top of this, I've been listening to the audio book of Ron Suskind's The Price of Loyalty when I got to bed. Such things don't really put me in a mood to deal with corporate bullshit.
I turned 32 on Tuesday. Not particularly different than 31, truth be told. After I got home, I started troubleshooting the home computer of some manager here who enlisted my services. Then The Dulcinea came over after dusk. And she came bearing gifts. Got some chocolate, a bunch of condoms, a condom in chocolate, and a toy. To top things off, I got blowjob while the toy was used on me. So, all in all, an extremely nice set of gifts. As I laid there relaxing, I began to fall asleep. But The Dulcinea would have none of it. She began fiddling with my naughty bits and got only minimal response. Then she pulled out the lube and got the reaction she sought. One second she is lying next to me with a hand between my legs and the next she is on top of me putting my member inside her. My brain came to its senses and I got into the swing of things.
This was 2 days ago and I'm jonesing for more sex. Then I read a favorite's diary earlier this morning and read that she hasn't been laid in months. I felt badly for her but also extremely lucky to be getting regular nookie. But it's not enough. Oh! I should also mention that I feel exceedingly lucky that, after The Dulcinea and I had our conversation, that she is still wanting me around. Most of you gals said that you couldn't be in a relationship consisting purely of casual sex without emotionally connection. I didn't think she could either but I guess she has found a bit of peace with it. But I know this is all on borrowed time so I must get my arse in gear and seek out a new dulcinea. I think I'll call her my Inamorata. Long hair - I've been getting fired up to be able to run my fingers through a nice, long mane. Seeing these womyn on the street with their hair blowing in the wind - it drives me crazy.
This is how my brain has been lately - wavering between deep, heady thoughts of politics & morals and pure, unadulterated musings of fornication. Quite a contrast.
Oh! Prof. Martin replied that he'd be keen on doing that radio interview so I've gotta apply for a time slot with WORT and do some creative scheduling.
Distraction. Pure and simple. I really do have a lot that I'd like to write about but I never seem to get into the writing mood for some reason.
Work is boring. I'm sitting here and that is first & foremost on my mind. The job is easy and not particularly busy. But I'll be reading and getting really into it when the phone rings. On top of it all, this is the worst hell desk I've ever worked on. I mean, they give you just a smitten of training and a pittance of resources with which to do your job. I have to put people on hold constantly so I can get up and wander around trying to find someone who's been here longer than I who isn't already on a call.
On the bright side, my contract here is only for another month so the insanity may not last much longer. Also of good tidings, Gina forwarded my resume upwards and onwards at her second place of employment. I think the job title is Systems Support Specialist. With a title like that, you know it's nothing spectacular but it could be a gig where I am not tied to the phone. Plus I have no future here - I am just here in case of a strike or lock-out. I am a measley contractor. It would be nice to actually be hired by someone so I'd have benefits again and whatnot. I was going to bring in Sunday's classifieds but completely spaced on it. But there's always plenty of online job boards to peruse.
Since it's been so slow here, I've been emailing myself e-books to read. And to proofread. OCR technology ain't perfect, ya know. The past week or so I've read Dude, Where's My Country? & Downsize This! by Michael Moore and Bill Maher's When You Ride Alone. Now I'm in the middle of Greg Palast's The Best Democracy Money Can Buy. Palast is a reporter best known for his expose on the Florida election scandal in 2000 and that's what this book is about. He's the main source for Moore's rants in print and on celluoid about Bush being an illegitimate president. Reading such stuff is simultaneously depressing and angering. Corruption, lying, greed, and lots of little people getting fucked over royally. On top of this, I've been listening to the audio book of Ron Suskind's The Price of Loyalty when I got to bed. Such things don't really put me in a mood to deal with corporate bullshit.
I turned 32 on Tuesday. Not particularly different than 31, truth be told. After I got home, I started troubleshooting the home computer of some manager here who enlisted my services. Then The Dulcinea came over after dusk. And she came bearing gifts. Got some chocolate, a bunch of condoms, a condom in chocolate, and a toy. To top things off, I got blowjob while the toy was used on me. So, all in all, an extremely nice set of gifts. As I laid there relaxing, I began to fall asleep. But The Dulcinea would have none of it. She began fiddling with my naughty bits and got only minimal response. Then she pulled out the lube and got the reaction she sought. One second she is lying next to me with a hand between my legs and the next she is on top of me putting my member inside her. My brain came to its senses and I got into the swing of things.
This was 2 days ago and I'm jonesing for more sex. Then I read a favorite's diary earlier this morning and read that she hasn't been laid in months. I felt badly for her but also extremely lucky to be getting regular nookie. But it's not enough. Oh! I should also mention that I feel exceedingly lucky that, after The Dulcinea and I had our conversation, that she is still wanting me around. Most of you gals said that you couldn't be in a relationship consisting purely of casual sex without emotionally connection. I didn't think she could either but I guess she has found a bit of peace with it. But I know this is all on borrowed time so I must get my arse in gear and seek out a new dulcinea. I think I'll call her my Inamorata. Long hair - I've been getting fired up to be able to run my fingers through a nice, long mane. Seeing these womyn on the street with their hair blowing in the wind - it drives me crazy.
This is how my brain has been lately - wavering between deep, heady thoughts of politics & morals and pure, unadulterated musings of fornication. Quite a contrast.
Oh! Prof. Martin replied that he'd be keen on doing that radio interview so I've gotta apply for a time slot with WORT and do some creative scheduling.
21 July, 2004
Nigh Is the End
Dinner was tasty last night. I cooked up those jalapeno/bacon brats and picked up some potato salad from the coop. The Dulcinea stopped by in the late evening and we had dinner. She was frisky while I was tired but we headed upstairs to the friendly confines of my room anyway. Post-prandial lethargy abetted by the heat and humidity set in quickly but we managed to get the ball rolling. Once she had given me a stiffy, I asked if she had brought Petunia. She said that it had been under my bed since the weekend. I was blissfully ignorant of this fact. So I asked if she would use it on me and she agreed. (Petunia is a small anal dildo and I must say that it was fun to have a woman use it on me while she also manually pleasured my stiffness.)
After all the naughtiness, she wanted to get serious and find out where she stood and how I felt about our relationship. For her part, she explained how she was totally confused about us and her life generally. For my part, I was honest and said that I like her and care for her but have no intentions of getting into a serious or long-term relationship with her or anyone. What I liked about our relationship as it stood was that it was fun, involved lots of sex, was open & loose, and non-committal. This was exactly what how she thought I felt. To boot, she felt (or at least wanted) our relationship wasn’t as non-committal as I thought it was. In fact, she thought that she was falling in love with me a couple weeks ago but did her best to stop the decent.
The upshot here is that it seems like my summer soiree is close to, if not at, its end. Well, it has been a fun month and a half.
Dinner was tasty last night. I cooked up those jalapeno/bacon brats and picked up some potato salad from the coop. The Dulcinea stopped by in the late evening and we had dinner. She was frisky while I was tired but we headed upstairs to the friendly confines of my room anyway. Post-prandial lethargy abetted by the heat and humidity set in quickly but we managed to get the ball rolling. Once she had given me a stiffy, I asked if she had brought Petunia. She said that it had been under my bed since the weekend. I was blissfully ignorant of this fact. So I asked if she would use it on me and she agreed. (Petunia is a small anal dildo and I must say that it was fun to have a woman use it on me while she also manually pleasured my stiffness.)
After all the naughtiness, she wanted to get serious and find out where she stood and how I felt about our relationship. For her part, she explained how she was totally confused about us and her life generally. For my part, I was honest and said that I like her and care for her but have no intentions of getting into a serious or long-term relationship with her or anyone. What I liked about our relationship as it stood was that it was fun, involved lots of sex, was open & loose, and non-committal. This was exactly what how she thought I felt. To boot, she felt (or at least wanted) our relationship wasn’t as non-committal as I thought it was. In fact, she thought that she was falling in love with me a couple weeks ago but did her best to stop the decent.
The upshot here is that it seems like my summer soiree is close to, if not at, its end. Well, it has been a fun month and a half.
20 July, 2004
I Need Friday Off
God daily! Jay Farrar is gonna be on Air America and I'm gonna miss it!
Jay will appear on Air America’s “Unfiltered” (www.airamericaradio.com) this Friday, July 23rd from 11:15 am – 11:45 am. He will play “Doesn’t Have to Be This Way” as well as take part in a short interview with Lizz Winstead.
Keep an eye out for an article regarding music and politics in USA Today. It is scheduled to print on the cover of the Life section on Monday, July 26. Jay was interviewed for the story. In addition, Jay was also interviewed for Relix’s Sept/October cover story about music & activism.
God daily! Jay Farrar is gonna be on Air America and I'm gonna miss it!
Jay will appear on Air America’s “Unfiltered” (www.airamericaradio.com) this Friday, July 23rd from 11:15 am – 11:45 am. He will play “Doesn’t Have to Be This Way” as well as take part in a short interview with Lizz Winstead.
Keep an eye out for an article regarding music and politics in USA Today. It is scheduled to print on the cover of the Life section on Monday, July 26. Jay was interviewed for the story. In addition, Jay was also interviewed for Relix’s Sept/October cover story about music & activism.
Office Droning
This morning has been very slow. Hellaciously so. I’ve been here 45 minutes and taken only one call. Of course, now that I write this, we’ll be inundated but so it goes.
Last night was slothy. I ate dinner and watched Rob Roy. What a fucking great flick! Liam Neeson was good’n’all, but it was Tim Roth and John Hurt who stole the show. Roth as Archibald was classic! He was so weasely and evil and…he does a great Gary Oldman impression. And Hurt as Montrose – the best insults. It was funny how the film seemed to portray Scots as a bunch of honorable and extremely horny people. Rob and Mary were very naughtyAfter that, I set Agent to download some stuff which I cannot remember right now. I know I snagged a slew of e-books and audio books but I can’t recall which ones. Oh! There were a buncha Mark Twain stories involved – I remember that much. We’ll see when I get home. Then Tyrone came over. He borrowed some money from me and wrote some company checks. With monetary matters done, we sat around for a while and chewed the fat.
He first told me that Jim, a business partner of ours, had made some stupid comments after he was told that we’re gonna join MAGNET, an LGBT business networking organization. (Tyrone is gay, you see.) Apparently Jim said crap like, “As long as they know we only fix computers” and “…unless they’re 2 lesbians…”. Um…yeah. The next thing Tyrone tells me is that he’s gonna be an uncle again. Just not via his sister-in-law. His brother has been having an affair with a friend’s wife and now she’s pregnant. The cuckolded hubby is a man of little character as he beats his kids and his wife as well, presumably. Anyway, Tyrone wants to adopt his nephew as his brother is being divorced and the kid will have a complete fuck-up for a father and likely be beaten. Tyrone is as married as gay folks can be in this state to a nice guy named Andy. I was at their “wedding”. Andy works as a teacher/day care person (I dunno these job titles.) Tyrone has a good job. And their hound, Max, is a fun-loving black Lab. So, in many ways, they’re a good fit for adoption. The only problem is the fact that they’re gay and they worry that this will count against them in the application process. I’ve emailed Ronaldo as he kinda sorta works in this area to find out if he knows of any resources or anyone who can offer advice.
After Tryone left, I caught most of a documentary on the Sundance Channel called Detained. The film profiles the lives of 4 Palestinian women living in Hebron on the West Bank. There were some interesting bits such as the extreme ambivalence of these women towards the Jews. In one interview, they’ll say that they don’t hate the Jews and just want everyone to lead good lives. Then, when Israeli soldiers station themselves on the roof of the women’s apartment building and urinate on the roof, leave messes, etc., the interviews turn sour and the womyn curse, not only the soldiers, but Jews generally. Asking God to kill them all and the like. But other parts of the film bog down. The womyn bitch about being widows and then bitch about their husbands. That got old really quickly. Overall, though, it was a good film and I got a glimpse into a world about which I know virtually nothing.
In other news, The Dulcinea wants to do some cooking this week. We’ll see when. I have this weird feeling that I’ve committed myself to doing something with someone tonight but have no idea who or what. Tomorrow we’re gonna see Life of Brian and then I go to The Pollack’s on Thursday to get his new laptop up and running.
I’m getting fairly serious about putting up my own web page. I keep telling myself to do so but I never seem to actually contact a hosting service. And I also keep telling myself to take pictures of stuff to post on this website but I never do. This weekend I hope to find motivation. Get some snaps of the farmer’s market and some from the boat while I’m out on the lakes. Perhaps some of the coffeeshops and various places of interest around town. Anything you regular readers can think of?
This morning has been very slow. Hellaciously so. I’ve been here 45 minutes and taken only one call. Of course, now that I write this, we’ll be inundated but so it goes.
Last night was slothy. I ate dinner and watched Rob Roy. What a fucking great flick! Liam Neeson was good’n’all, but it was Tim Roth and John Hurt who stole the show. Roth as Archibald was classic! He was so weasely and evil and…he does a great Gary Oldman impression. And Hurt as Montrose – the best insults. It was funny how the film seemed to portray Scots as a bunch of honorable and extremely horny people. Rob and Mary were very naughtyAfter that, I set Agent to download some stuff which I cannot remember right now. I know I snagged a slew of e-books and audio books but I can’t recall which ones. Oh! There were a buncha Mark Twain stories involved – I remember that much. We’ll see when I get home. Then Tyrone came over. He borrowed some money from me and wrote some company checks. With monetary matters done, we sat around for a while and chewed the fat.
He first told me that Jim, a business partner of ours, had made some stupid comments after he was told that we’re gonna join MAGNET, an LGBT business networking organization. (Tyrone is gay, you see.) Apparently Jim said crap like, “As long as they know we only fix computers” and “…unless they’re 2 lesbians…”. Um…yeah. The next thing Tyrone tells me is that he’s gonna be an uncle again. Just not via his sister-in-law. His brother has been having an affair with a friend’s wife and now she’s pregnant. The cuckolded hubby is a man of little character as he beats his kids and his wife as well, presumably. Anyway, Tyrone wants to adopt his nephew as his brother is being divorced and the kid will have a complete fuck-up for a father and likely be beaten. Tyrone is as married as gay folks can be in this state to a nice guy named Andy. I was at their “wedding”. Andy works as a teacher/day care person (I dunno these job titles.) Tyrone has a good job. And their hound, Max, is a fun-loving black Lab. So, in many ways, they’re a good fit for adoption. The only problem is the fact that they’re gay and they worry that this will count against them in the application process. I’ve emailed Ronaldo as he kinda sorta works in this area to find out if he knows of any resources or anyone who can offer advice.
After Tryone left, I caught most of a documentary on the Sundance Channel called Detained. The film profiles the lives of 4 Palestinian women living in Hebron on the West Bank. There were some interesting bits such as the extreme ambivalence of these women towards the Jews. In one interview, they’ll say that they don’t hate the Jews and just want everyone to lead good lives. Then, when Israeli soldiers station themselves on the roof of the women’s apartment building and urinate on the roof, leave messes, etc., the interviews turn sour and the womyn curse, not only the soldiers, but Jews generally. Asking God to kill them all and the like. But other parts of the film bog down. The womyn bitch about being widows and then bitch about their husbands. That got old really quickly. Overall, though, it was a good film and I got a glimpse into a world about which I know virtually nothing.
In other news, The Dulcinea wants to do some cooking this week. We’ll see when. I have this weird feeling that I’ve committed myself to doing something with someone tonight but have no idea who or what. Tomorrow we’re gonna see Life of Brian and then I go to The Pollack’s on Thursday to get his new laptop up and running.
I’m getting fairly serious about putting up my own web page. I keep telling myself to do so but I never seem to actually contact a hosting service. And I also keep telling myself to take pictures of stuff to post on this website but I never do. This weekend I hope to find motivation. Get some snaps of the farmer’s market and some from the boat while I’m out on the lakes. Perhaps some of the coffeeshops and various places of interest around town. Anything you regular readers can think of?
19 July, 2004
Soreness
My arms and thighs are sore. Andy decided to buy a couple jet skis last week and I got to ride one around on Saturday. Life is rough, lemme tell ya. *sarcasm* I never thought it would be such good exercise but you've gotta hang on and use your legs as shock absorbers so you don't plop around. As I was cruising by the student union, the Miami Vice theme song popped into my head.
So I got to spend some time on the lakes this weekend. The Dulcinea came out too and plied her naughtiness. When I was driving, she came to the back of the boat while everyone else was up front or on the jet ski. She'd spread her legs and pull aside her bikini bottom to flash me her naughty bits. Afterwards, we all went to the Naughti-Gal and had dinner. Sunday morning was basically a carnal interlude until Ronaldo called to ask if I had any DVD burning software. I got up and made breakfast for myself while The Dulcinea slept. I'm surprised her muscles didn't atrophy as she laid in bed until after noon. I burned some software for Ronaldo and got my butt in gear.
Breakfast was a sandwich consisting of thick-sliced bacon from a local farm and 10-year aged cheddar on a couple slices of spicy cheese bread from a local bakery. I went to the Farmer's Market on Saturday, you see. I was hoping to meet up with Miss Rosie but never found her. Getting there at 6:30, I got coffee and listened to Catfish Stephenson who was playing on the sidewalk. I bought one of his CDs and chatted with him for a bit. We were joined by a middle-aged woman who loved music as well. She was from out-of-town so we did our best to make her feel welcome. I bought the aforementioned cheese, bread, and bacon as well as a loaf of Tuscan flatbread, lots of jam, and some jalapeno-bacon brats. I am really looking forward to having one of those. Oh, I got some zucchini and yellow squash as well. The jam stand was a hoot. The girl there was all of 18 years old and she fed me samples. I'd never had garlic jam before but, after tasting it, came to the conclusion that it will taste mighty fine on a pork roast or something similar. I made the Yemiser Selatta (Ethiopian lentil salad) and it turned out well. Nothing fancy. The key is to let it sit overnight so that the marriage of the flavors can be consummated. And oh were they ever! The chilies and garlic mixed with the vinegar making it quite delicious.
Marv had to cancel gaming yesterday as it was his sister Bethany's birthday. In lieu of this, I went and bought a couple magazine files and some software. I picked up the Encyclopedia Brittanica on DVD and Baldur's Gate II. BG II is a Dungeons & Dragons game that I've threatened to play but never have. And I just thought it would be cool to have an encyclopedia on my PC. In addition, I seriously perused the Sunday ads as I'm now in the market for a laptop. Of course the one I really want is priced at more than I'm willing to pay. I wanna have one to take around to coffeeshops so I can write but I'd also like to keep it around the house so arguments about stuff can be settled by looking up stuff on the Net. Basically it'll be a handy reference tool. I'll be able to do email, look up recipes while still in the kitchen, etc. And I'll throw some ebooks onto it so it will also be a library, of sorts. Christ am I a dork.
OK. 3.5 hours left of work. Maybe I'll make that cheesecake tonight...
My arms and thighs are sore. Andy decided to buy a couple jet skis last week and I got to ride one around on Saturday. Life is rough, lemme tell ya. *sarcasm* I never thought it would be such good exercise but you've gotta hang on and use your legs as shock absorbers so you don't plop around. As I was cruising by the student union, the Miami Vice theme song popped into my head.
So I got to spend some time on the lakes this weekend. The Dulcinea came out too and plied her naughtiness. When I was driving, she came to the back of the boat while everyone else was up front or on the jet ski. She'd spread her legs and pull aside her bikini bottom to flash me her naughty bits. Afterwards, we all went to the Naughti-Gal and had dinner. Sunday morning was basically a carnal interlude until Ronaldo called to ask if I had any DVD burning software. I got up and made breakfast for myself while The Dulcinea slept. I'm surprised her muscles didn't atrophy as she laid in bed until after noon. I burned some software for Ronaldo and got my butt in gear.
Breakfast was a sandwich consisting of thick-sliced bacon from a local farm and 10-year aged cheddar on a couple slices of spicy cheese bread from a local bakery. I went to the Farmer's Market on Saturday, you see. I was hoping to meet up with Miss Rosie but never found her. Getting there at 6:30, I got coffee and listened to Catfish Stephenson who was playing on the sidewalk. I bought one of his CDs and chatted with him for a bit. We were joined by a middle-aged woman who loved music as well. She was from out-of-town so we did our best to make her feel welcome. I bought the aforementioned cheese, bread, and bacon as well as a loaf of Tuscan flatbread, lots of jam, and some jalapeno-bacon brats. I am really looking forward to having one of those. Oh, I got some zucchini and yellow squash as well. The jam stand was a hoot. The girl there was all of 18 years old and she fed me samples. I'd never had garlic jam before but, after tasting it, came to the conclusion that it will taste mighty fine on a pork roast or something similar. I made the Yemiser Selatta (Ethiopian lentil salad) and it turned out well. Nothing fancy. The key is to let it sit overnight so that the marriage of the flavors can be consummated. And oh were they ever! The chilies and garlic mixed with the vinegar making it quite delicious.
Marv had to cancel gaming yesterday as it was his sister Bethany's birthday. In lieu of this, I went and bought a couple magazine files and some software. I picked up the Encyclopedia Brittanica on DVD and Baldur's Gate II. BG II is a Dungeons & Dragons game that I've threatened to play but never have. And I just thought it would be cool to have an encyclopedia on my PC. In addition, I seriously perused the Sunday ads as I'm now in the market for a laptop. Of course the one I really want is priced at more than I'm willing to pay. I wanna have one to take around to coffeeshops so I can write but I'd also like to keep it around the house so arguments about stuff can be settled by looking up stuff on the Net. Basically it'll be a handy reference tool. I'll be able to do email, look up recipes while still in the kitchen, etc. And I'll throw some ebooks onto it so it will also be a library, of sorts. Christ am I a dork.
OK. 3.5 hours left of work. Maybe I'll make that cheesecake tonight...
16 July, 2004
Shutterbug?
Only about an hour and a half left til the weekend! Because I’m feeling frisky, I’ll take you back to Wednesday.
Work was work but The Dulcinea came over Wendesday evening. Since our relationship was built on a strong sexual foundation, we had sex almost immediately. She ended up on top. It went well until my body miscommunicated with itself. Half of my reproductive system thought it had an orgasm while the other half didn’t. And so I got all flaccid without have ejaculated or orgasmed (is that a verb?). We laid there for a short while hugging, kissing, afterglowing – when the conversation took a turn to the naughty and I told her that I wanted to come on her. She agreed as long as none got in her eyes. So I jumped up and kneeled over her. At the end of it all, her eyes were spared.
In return she made me buy dinner for her which ended up being Jamaican. Apparently she’d had a hankering for jerk pork all week. During dinner we watched part of a really horrible movie with Queen Latifah, whom The Dulcinea has a crush on. Then the “Bambi” episode of The Young Ones. Then it was back upstairs where we used my last condom. I was on top this time with The Dulcinea’s legs pointing straight up into the air. She was jealous of my view and whispered that she wants me to photograph my member going inside of her so she can see it too.
Naughty she is.
I only hope that this lasts until September. Just another month and a half is all I ask of the Fates. Then she can drop me like a rock as women always do.
More later including the memorial service – I really need to write about it.
Only about an hour and a half left til the weekend! Because I’m feeling frisky, I’ll take you back to Wednesday.
Work was work but The Dulcinea came over Wendesday evening. Since our relationship was built on a strong sexual foundation, we had sex almost immediately. She ended up on top. It went well until my body miscommunicated with itself. Half of my reproductive system thought it had an orgasm while the other half didn’t. And so I got all flaccid without have ejaculated or orgasmed (is that a verb?). We laid there for a short while hugging, kissing, afterglowing – when the conversation took a turn to the naughty and I told her that I wanted to come on her. She agreed as long as none got in her eyes. So I jumped up and kneeled over her. At the end of it all, her eyes were spared.
In return she made me buy dinner for her which ended up being Jamaican. Apparently she’d had a hankering for jerk pork all week. During dinner we watched part of a really horrible movie with Queen Latifah, whom The Dulcinea has a crush on. Then the “Bambi” episode of The Young Ones. Then it was back upstairs where we used my last condom. I was on top this time with The Dulcinea’s legs pointing straight up into the air. She was jealous of my view and whispered that she wants me to photograph my member going inside of her so she can see it too.
Naughty she is.
I only hope that this lasts until September. Just another month and a half is all I ask of the Fates. Then she can drop me like a rock as women always do.
More later including the memorial service – I really need to write about it.
14 July, 2004
I'm In the Age of the Buggles
OK - I did it. I emailed a philosophy professor down at DePaul University in Chicago by the name of Bill Martin. He's written a book about the music of Yes and another about the history or progressive rock. What I did was to ask him if he'd be keen on doing a radio show with me here. Our local community radio station, WORT, has a program called The Access Hour where anyone in the community can come in and do a show. I'd do one even if Mr. Martin passes on the offer but I think that it would be a hoot!
OK - I did it. I emailed a philosophy professor down at DePaul University in Chicago by the name of Bill Martin. He's written a book about the music of Yes and another about the history or progressive rock. What I did was to ask him if he'd be keen on doing a radio show with me here. Our local community radio station, WORT, has a program called The Access Hour where anyone in the community can come in and do a show. I'd do one even if Mr. Martin passes on the offer but I think that it would be a hoot!
Pies
It is difficult for me to describe just how thrilled I was to leave work yesterday. Ever have one of those days when it's slow enough to be boring yet busy enough to be distracting? At least I got an invite from the on-site manager of my contracting company to go have cocktails. Apparently they go to a brew pub just a short drive from here every Thursday. Then I later ran into another guy from the group who told me that they go on Mondays as well. Now THAT'S the kind of things I expect from IT work. Most of the people in my department are middle-aged with kids so there's no time for them to go c-tailing after work.
I got home yesterday and installed MapPoint 2004 while I awaited a call from The Caffeinatrix. She eventually did so and we had dinner together at The Harmony. It had been a while since I'd seen her long enough to have a chat of any substance. We shared stories and she gave me lots of shite about dating The Dulcinea. The Caffeinatrix refers to her as "The Wife" and her kids as mine. I tried telling The Caffeinatrix that my relationship with The Dulcinea wasn't a precursor for anything serious. No marriage or kids for me. It was about sex. I also told her that I'm looking for another fraulein - someone to have on the bench, so to speak. But she would have none of it. I was accused of looking for a long-term partner, a serious relationship, etc. Honestly, I'm not. Maybe I'll feel that way in the near future but, for now, I just want the fornication. In fact, I want more.
When I'm driving around, I of course gawk at all the pretty frauleins. I find that I get really turned-on by long hair. It's been that way for a long time but, since The Dulcinea has short hair, I am going even more ga-ga over lengthy manes. Going through campus after work - I'm like a kid in a candy store. All these co-eds in 2-piece bikinis laying out on the lawn of the Kohl Center or hotties out jogging. In my mind, they run in slow motion as I stare at their breasts bouncing up and down. I need to find another divorcee. Preferably a nullipara in her late 20s. And for some reason I've taken on a prediliction for blondes recently. Very odd...
After dinner, it was off to Ronaldo's place to take a peek at his ailing computer. Windoze XP Home has taken a serious digger and he needs to get a file off of the 'puter for work. So I grabbed that in addition to a few books which he gave me. To top things off, he bestowed a 6-pack of various locally-brewed beers and green bud. We stood in the street shooting the shit for a while once everything was in my car. Some honey on a bicycle rode by and he and I both turned our heads staring at her ass. Then a college kid came over to us. He was canvasing the neighborhood trying to solicit donations for the DNC. Ronaldo gave him fitty bucks.
I just got word from Miss Rosie about the results of her biopsy. Thanks the gods! It's not cancer but "scriosis inflamed by stress". I have no clue what scriosis is. Soemthing to do with vaginal dryness and menopause. She bitched about having to lube up for doing the nasty but, hey, better than chemotherapy.
I have a rebate check to cash after work. It's kinda nice - it seems like everyday I have a check to cash. Either for me or for my dad's estate. And Kristina is that strawberry blonde's name. Maybe I'll be able to talk to her again today. Oh! And there's this gorgeous brunette working at Mother Fool's as well. OK. Anyway, the plan is to stop at Toad Hill to pick some cherries after work and after drooling on the hottie teller. Then I'll work on that PC. I have a couple pies to bake as well but would rather do that later this week when it's cooler. Hell, we'll see. Since I don't have to work tomorrow, tonight might be a good night to bake. And now I've told Dogger that I'd burn him a DVD of this Yes concert from 1975 that I downloaded. I went from having a good amount of free time to trying to fit everything in.
It could be worse, I suppose.
It is difficult for me to describe just how thrilled I was to leave work yesterday. Ever have one of those days when it's slow enough to be boring yet busy enough to be distracting? At least I got an invite from the on-site manager of my contracting company to go have cocktails. Apparently they go to a brew pub just a short drive from here every Thursday. Then I later ran into another guy from the group who told me that they go on Mondays as well. Now THAT'S the kind of things I expect from IT work. Most of the people in my department are middle-aged with kids so there's no time for them to go c-tailing after work.
I got home yesterday and installed MapPoint 2004 while I awaited a call from The Caffeinatrix. She eventually did so and we had dinner together at The Harmony. It had been a while since I'd seen her long enough to have a chat of any substance. We shared stories and she gave me lots of shite about dating The Dulcinea. The Caffeinatrix refers to her as "The Wife" and her kids as mine. I tried telling The Caffeinatrix that my relationship with The Dulcinea wasn't a precursor for anything serious. No marriage or kids for me. It was about sex. I also told her that I'm looking for another fraulein - someone to have on the bench, so to speak. But she would have none of it. I was accused of looking for a long-term partner, a serious relationship, etc. Honestly, I'm not. Maybe I'll feel that way in the near future but, for now, I just want the fornication. In fact, I want more.
When I'm driving around, I of course gawk at all the pretty frauleins. I find that I get really turned-on by long hair. It's been that way for a long time but, since The Dulcinea has short hair, I am going even more ga-ga over lengthy manes. Going through campus after work - I'm like a kid in a candy store. All these co-eds in 2-piece bikinis laying out on the lawn of the Kohl Center or hotties out jogging. In my mind, they run in slow motion as I stare at their breasts bouncing up and down. I need to find another divorcee. Preferably a nullipara in her late 20s. And for some reason I've taken on a prediliction for blondes recently. Very odd...
After dinner, it was off to Ronaldo's place to take a peek at his ailing computer. Windoze XP Home has taken a serious digger and he needs to get a file off of the 'puter for work. So I grabbed that in addition to a few books which he gave me. To top things off, he bestowed a 6-pack of various locally-brewed beers and green bud. We stood in the street shooting the shit for a while once everything was in my car. Some honey on a bicycle rode by and he and I both turned our heads staring at her ass. Then a college kid came over to us. He was canvasing the neighborhood trying to solicit donations for the DNC. Ronaldo gave him fitty bucks.
I just got word from Miss Rosie about the results of her biopsy. Thanks the gods! It's not cancer but "scriosis inflamed by stress". I have no clue what scriosis is. Soemthing to do with vaginal dryness and menopause. She bitched about having to lube up for doing the nasty but, hey, better than chemotherapy.
I have a rebate check to cash after work. It's kinda nice - it seems like everyday I have a check to cash. Either for me or for my dad's estate. And Kristina is that strawberry blonde's name. Maybe I'll be able to talk to her again today. Oh! And there's this gorgeous brunette working at Mother Fool's as well. OK. Anyway, the plan is to stop at Toad Hill to pick some cherries after work and after drooling on the hottie teller. Then I'll work on that PC. I have a couple pies to bake as well but would rather do that later this week when it's cooler. Hell, we'll see. Since I don't have to work tomorrow, tonight might be a good night to bake. And now I've told Dogger that I'd burn him a DVD of this Yes concert from 1975 that I downloaded. I went from having a good amount of free time to trying to fit everything in.
It could be worse, I suppose.
13 July, 2004
Cubicle Land Heats Up
I surfed the Net for a while last night as I was burning CDs and found The Dulcinea online. We traded some emails, most of which were about the fun toys over at A Woman’s Touch. Then she calls and informs me that she is lying on her bed with a dildo inside of her and a vibrator on her panic button. It wasn’t much of a conversation, I can tell you.
I got an email from The Caffeinatrix last night and I responded this morning. She seems to be down in the dumps. I miss spending my mornings with her doing the crossword puzzles, drinking fine coffee, and just chewing the fat. In my response, I told her this and told her that we ought to have dinner together again. If nothing else, we can talk and I can give her a hug. On the bright side, the cherry tree over at Toad Hill has many fruit and I have to go over there to pick some. I have much pie backing to do!
I spent part of last night installing software on my computer. Much to my dismay, Encarta 2K4 Reference Library doesn’t work. At least the Oxford Dictionary does. Ya know, I almost can’t wait for Pete to move out so I can have the basement as my office/study. I can put my OED out on a table, have paperwork spread everywhere and junk lying around. And it’ll be much cooler down there than in my room upstairs. But what will I do with my bedroom? The desk will be gone and so will some of the books. I guess I’ll just have to find something to fill the space. I suppose I can pull the dresser out of the closet. Shit, I’m horrible at interior decorating. I need me a Feng Shui expert here to tell me to point my bed north and my dresser east.
Got another email from The Dulcinea:
”I loved hearing you say "you sound so beautiful" last night. I keep thinking of that...I just want you like crazy. Don't tell me you are the tempted here. YOU are the one that sat next to me and pretended to do the crossword puzzle... Playing hard to get was never a strong suit of mine: when can I see you again? Phone phun is phine, but I need the tactile/olfactory thing too.”
It totally flummoxes me how she could be so enthralled with your humble narrator. I’m just this guy, you know? I’ll just ride the curve and have as much sex and fun as I possibly can. Speaking of which, I get to go to the credit union this afternoon. Hopefully I’ll see Kristy or Kristine or whatever that blonde’s name is. There are absolutely no hotties here in the general area where I sit.
Christ, her emails have made me all frisky. She wrote that she’ll be working late tonight in preparation for an office move but that she’ll be there all alone. So, in theory, I could hoist her sweet ass onto this conference table she keeps telling me about and have sex. Or I could do productive things at home (vs. reproductive). Ronaldo has a PC he needs to have fixed. And I still have oodles of writing to do. She works over here on the west side of town but I live on the far eastern side. Maybe I can convince her to come over tonight for a quickie. She sent me an email last night containing links to pages of A Woman’s Touch’s online catalog – they were for nipples clamps and suction cups. I really would love to try those out on her. Fuck! I’ve gotta find something else to write about because I’m just whipping myself into a frenzy here. I don’t wanna be wandering around the aisles of Cubicle Land with a stiffy…
I surfed the Net for a while last night as I was burning CDs and found The Dulcinea online. We traded some emails, most of which were about the fun toys over at A Woman’s Touch. Then she calls and informs me that she is lying on her bed with a dildo inside of her and a vibrator on her panic button. It wasn’t much of a conversation, I can tell you.
I got an email from The Caffeinatrix last night and I responded this morning. She seems to be down in the dumps. I miss spending my mornings with her doing the crossword puzzles, drinking fine coffee, and just chewing the fat. In my response, I told her this and told her that we ought to have dinner together again. If nothing else, we can talk and I can give her a hug. On the bright side, the cherry tree over at Toad Hill has many fruit and I have to go over there to pick some. I have much pie backing to do!
I spent part of last night installing software on my computer. Much to my dismay, Encarta 2K4 Reference Library doesn’t work. At least the Oxford Dictionary does. Ya know, I almost can’t wait for Pete to move out so I can have the basement as my office/study. I can put my OED out on a table, have paperwork spread everywhere and junk lying around. And it’ll be much cooler down there than in my room upstairs. But what will I do with my bedroom? The desk will be gone and so will some of the books. I guess I’ll just have to find something to fill the space. I suppose I can pull the dresser out of the closet. Shit, I’m horrible at interior decorating. I need me a Feng Shui expert here to tell me to point my bed north and my dresser east.
Got another email from The Dulcinea:
”I loved hearing you say "you sound so beautiful" last night. I keep thinking of that...I just want you like crazy. Don't tell me you are the tempted here. YOU are the one that sat next to me and pretended to do the crossword puzzle... Playing hard to get was never a strong suit of mine: when can I see you again? Phone phun is phine, but I need the tactile/olfactory thing too.”
It totally flummoxes me how she could be so enthralled with your humble narrator. I’m just this guy, you know? I’ll just ride the curve and have as much sex and fun as I possibly can. Speaking of which, I get to go to the credit union this afternoon. Hopefully I’ll see Kristy or Kristine or whatever that blonde’s name is. There are absolutely no hotties here in the general area where I sit.
Christ, her emails have made me all frisky. She wrote that she’ll be working late tonight in preparation for an office move but that she’ll be there all alone. So, in theory, I could hoist her sweet ass onto this conference table she keeps telling me about and have sex. Or I could do productive things at home (vs. reproductive). Ronaldo has a PC he needs to have fixed. And I still have oodles of writing to do. She works over here on the west side of town but I live on the far eastern side. Maybe I can convince her to come over tonight for a quickie. She sent me an email last night containing links to pages of A Woman’s Touch’s online catalog – they were for nipples clamps and suction cups. I really would love to try those out on her. Fuck! I’ve gotta find something else to write about because I’m just whipping myself into a frenzy here. I don’t wanna be wandering around the aisles of Cubicle Land with a stiffy…
12 July, 2004
Curioser and Kinkier
Things just keep getting more interesting. I received a couple interesting emails from The Dulcinea this evening:
"Pron? Were u typing with one hand while manhandling yourself with the other? I've never had phone sex, but I'd like to try it with you. Just typing that turned me on. u and u're demon magik!"
"Do you think you could get an entire hand inside me?"
I was just hoping to have a nice, quiet evening at home and now I'm all frisky.
I got another check today. Well, my father did. Another excuse to go hit on that blonde at the credit union...
Things just keep getting more interesting. I received a couple interesting emails from The Dulcinea this evening:
"Pron? Were u typing with one hand while manhandling yourself with the other? I've never had phone sex, but I'd like to try it with you. Just typing that turned me on. u and u're demon magik!"
"Do you think you could get an entire hand inside me?"
I was just hoping to have a nice, quiet evening at home and now I'm all frisky.
I got another check today. Well, my father did. Another excuse to go hit on that blonde at the credit union...
Back Hurting
The weekend went pretty well. Except for my back. Somehow I managed to twist it on Friday so I had this pain which persists in my lower back. Since I have 2 computers here at work and I hardly ever sit like a normal person, I think that I was sitting cross-legged and moved so as to be able to type on the other PC when it happened.
Didn't do much Friday night - just relaxed and tried to avoid pain. So I went to bed early and listened to the Doctor Who radio drama "Shada". Got up very early on Saturday morning and drank coffee. Stevie went out on the boat but I wanted to rest my back so I ran errands instead. These included a run to Walgreens to get some naproxen sodium which helped tremendously when I crashed my bicycle several years ago. Also ran and got Marv's brithday gift as well as a trek to the Gateway Mall. There I stopped in at Mad City Music and got Wilco's new album and The Xenon Codex by Hawkwind, an album which I haven't had in my collection for a couple years now. From there, I went to A Woman's Touch and bought some more condoms and a super-sized bottle of lube. As far as the jimmy hats go, I bought a variety pack thinking that a) I’d like to find a brand which allows for more sensitivity and b) there were some funky ones with ribs, swirls, twists, etc. Perhaps The Dulcinea would dig ‘em. I see a lubrication war on the horizon. I’m rather partial to Liquid Silk while Milday has a penchant for Maximus. I find the stuff to be overly viscuous but, hey – different strokes for different folks.
I spent Saturday afternoon cleaning and paying bills. I renewed my subscription to a computer magazine and then paid off what I hope are the last of my dad’s bills to the tune of nearly $1100. I also burned a buncha CDs.
Marv had a friend who was in Thailand and he acquired some pukka apps on the cheap. The discs are making the rounds and it’ my turn now. I got a load of Adobe stuff, including In-Design which will be cool if I ever get off my lazy ass and try to print a zine as I want to do. In addition, there’s the Oxford Dictionary and the new Encarta reference suite. Plus more geeky stuff like .Net Visual Studio. More burning tonight.
The Dulcinea came over Saturday evening. She and I went to the Willy Street Co-op, where I am now a member, and did some grocery shopping. While the bill was about $75, nearly $20 of it was for chocolate, including some highly expensive baking chocolate.
The co-op is a food cooperative in which anyone can shop but members get a discount. It was formed in the mid-70s by a bunch of hippies and features mostly organic foods and “natural” products such as soap, etc. Grains and legumes are sold in bulk for those who worship the nutritive value of the lentil or just need a small amount for that special batch of organic fair-trade whole wheat scones. The food is generally of better quality than typically found at a grocery store and much of it is locally produced.
When we got home, we made a batch of nachos which we shared with Pete and festered. A bit after 9, we headed up to my room and proceeded to have as much sex as we could over the ensuing 15 hours. Unfortunately, The Dulcinea was having trouble reaching orgasm and I felt bad about this. I hated seeing her so frustrated as I had had 2 or 3 of them and, in the spirit of fair play, thought that she deserved one, at the very least. Besides, watching and hearing her in the throes of climax is a tremendous turn-on. Finally, after much sex, cunnilingus, and rubbing my fingers between her legs in a St. Vitus Dance-like fury, she came.
On Sunday, The Dulcinea was preparing to leave but she couldn’t find her keys. So she went up to my bedroom to look for them and I went up to help her. They were just under a pair of my underwear or some such place. We made our farewell embraces and kisses when I found that I couldn’t help myself and pulled down her shorts. This got me hard and I accused her of doing it to me. She firmly denied it so I pulled out the evidence. Next thing I know, both of us are naked from the waist down and she is bent over my bed. I slip on a rubber and enter her from behind. I like this position as I can see a womyn’s ratio, as The Dulicina and I playfully refer to the gentle curves of her hips and ass. After a while, we needed a change of position and she straightened up and turned around. While The Dulcinea repositioned herself, she stepped on something which makes a funny farting sound and then lets a pussy fart fly. (Yeah, I know there’s gotta be a nicer term than “pussy fart” but I’ve been reading Savage Love for too long.) We’re laughing together but I maintain a modicum of composure and lube her naughty bits as well as my trusty Beyond 7 condom. With her legs straight up in the air, I roger her roundly. Her moans and sigh are punctuated with smiles as I was sweating profusely and the droplets would hit her in the face. So she’d try and dodge them by turning her head. Some time later, she needs more lube. I grab the bottle and freshen her up and put on the cock ring she had bought last week. So, we’re all lubed and ready to go when she lets fly another pussy fart. We’re laughing and then the nachos catch up with me and a fart escapes my ass. This sends us both into fits of laughter. So she’s sitting there with her legs spread open while I’m kneeling in front of her with an ever-softening johnson. It was just hilarious. So I collapsed on her and kissed her all over. A fun way to end our weekend together.
The Dulcinea is probably the best partner I’ve ever had. Once we got over the initial bouts of being self-conscious, we both jumped in headlong. Nothing seems taboo – we’re always willing to try new things. A new position is introduced every weekend. And we are very comfortable and very open with one another. We have no problem telling the other where or how we like to be touched, for instance. And she likes me to talk dirty to her in bed, which is a hoot, and to boss her around.
By way of example for all of this, late Sunday morning, after she had her orgasm, I told her to lube me up. She obliged and I began to masturbate. I’ve never felt comfortable masturbating in front of a woman (or a man, for that matter) until The Dulcinea. After I got hard, I ordered her to rub my balls. The look on her face was marvelous. She’ll look at my face and then watch my hand touching myself. She has this look of anxious surprise that is a tremendous turn-on. And she loves to watch me ejaculate. Considering that I’d had 3 or 4 orgasms in a short period of time before this, I had a surprisingly large amount of semen. Then again, I hadn’t masturbated all week. And, having a lot of sex, those muscles down there are getting strong so I am able to shoot what The Dulcinea fondly refers to as my “man juices” with some flare and some distance. I haven’t felt this virile in a while! She even called me her “Sex God”. While no procreative deity am I, it was a nice ego boost. I just put my member in her whenever I get a hardon, that’s all.
After The Dulcinea left, I tried to take a brief nap before heading over to Dogger’s to game. But her scent must have still been on me because I got all frisky and masturbated. I was surprised that I had any semen left in me. Well, enough of the naughty stuff.
Pete and I went over to Dog’s and we gamed. Miss Regan was chillin’ in the basement when we got there. Man, she’s getting big! Anyway, it was an amusing little adventure but I don’t think it went exactly as Marv had planned as we quit early. Seems we did some things that he hadn’t planned on – like actually being able to kill the Drow elf and his umber hulk. OK, we didn’t exactly kill them – it more was more a suicidal kind of thing – but we had them on the ropes. But, upon returning to Everlund, we find out that Drow elves usually have illithids with them so we’ve gotta go back to find it. Severus, my cleric, did some research on them and found out that they such minds out of creatures. I shat bricks. Great, just great. So I’m memorizing every Protection of Evil spell I can find. Anything to keep the illithid from being able to mentally attack me.
What else? My great uncle’s funeral service is Thursday. Gotta call my mom to get a time. And I have to mow the lawn over at Toad Hill. Maybe this evening. Tonight I wanna copy those CDs and return them to Marv. And I wanna read. No self-abuse, though.
The weekend went pretty well. Except for my back. Somehow I managed to twist it on Friday so I had this pain which persists in my lower back. Since I have 2 computers here at work and I hardly ever sit like a normal person, I think that I was sitting cross-legged and moved so as to be able to type on the other PC when it happened.
Didn't do much Friday night - just relaxed and tried to avoid pain. So I went to bed early and listened to the Doctor Who radio drama "Shada". Got up very early on Saturday morning and drank coffee. Stevie went out on the boat but I wanted to rest my back so I ran errands instead. These included a run to Walgreens to get some naproxen sodium which helped tremendously when I crashed my bicycle several years ago. Also ran and got Marv's brithday gift as well as a trek to the Gateway Mall. There I stopped in at Mad City Music and got Wilco's new album and The Xenon Codex by Hawkwind, an album which I haven't had in my collection for a couple years now. From there, I went to A Woman's Touch and bought some more condoms and a super-sized bottle of lube. As far as the jimmy hats go, I bought a variety pack thinking that a) I’d like to find a brand which allows for more sensitivity and b) there were some funky ones with ribs, swirls, twists, etc. Perhaps The Dulcinea would dig ‘em. I see a lubrication war on the horizon. I’m rather partial to Liquid Silk while Milday has a penchant for Maximus. I find the stuff to be overly viscuous but, hey – different strokes for different folks.
I spent Saturday afternoon cleaning and paying bills. I renewed my subscription to a computer magazine and then paid off what I hope are the last of my dad’s bills to the tune of nearly $1100. I also burned a buncha CDs.
Marv had a friend who was in Thailand and he acquired some pukka apps on the cheap. The discs are making the rounds and it’ my turn now. I got a load of Adobe stuff, including In-Design which will be cool if I ever get off my lazy ass and try to print a zine as I want to do. In addition, there’s the Oxford Dictionary and the new Encarta reference suite. Plus more geeky stuff like .Net Visual Studio. More burning tonight.
The Dulcinea came over Saturday evening. She and I went to the Willy Street Co-op, where I am now a member, and did some grocery shopping. While the bill was about $75, nearly $20 of it was for chocolate, including some highly expensive baking chocolate.
The co-op is a food cooperative in which anyone can shop but members get a discount. It was formed in the mid-70s by a bunch of hippies and features mostly organic foods and “natural” products such as soap, etc. Grains and legumes are sold in bulk for those who worship the nutritive value of the lentil or just need a small amount for that special batch of organic fair-trade whole wheat scones. The food is generally of better quality than typically found at a grocery store and much of it is locally produced.
When we got home, we made a batch of nachos which we shared with Pete and festered. A bit after 9, we headed up to my room and proceeded to have as much sex as we could over the ensuing 15 hours. Unfortunately, The Dulcinea was having trouble reaching orgasm and I felt bad about this. I hated seeing her so frustrated as I had had 2 or 3 of them and, in the spirit of fair play, thought that she deserved one, at the very least. Besides, watching and hearing her in the throes of climax is a tremendous turn-on. Finally, after much sex, cunnilingus, and rubbing my fingers between her legs in a St. Vitus Dance-like fury, she came.
On Sunday, The Dulcinea was preparing to leave but she couldn’t find her keys. So she went up to my bedroom to look for them and I went up to help her. They were just under a pair of my underwear or some such place. We made our farewell embraces and kisses when I found that I couldn’t help myself and pulled down her shorts. This got me hard and I accused her of doing it to me. She firmly denied it so I pulled out the evidence. Next thing I know, both of us are naked from the waist down and she is bent over my bed. I slip on a rubber and enter her from behind. I like this position as I can see a womyn’s ratio, as The Dulicina and I playfully refer to the gentle curves of her hips and ass. After a while, we needed a change of position and she straightened up and turned around. While The Dulcinea repositioned herself, she stepped on something which makes a funny farting sound and then lets a pussy fart fly. (Yeah, I know there’s gotta be a nicer term than “pussy fart” but I’ve been reading Savage Love for too long.) We’re laughing together but I maintain a modicum of composure and lube her naughty bits as well as my trusty Beyond 7 condom. With her legs straight up in the air, I roger her roundly. Her moans and sigh are punctuated with smiles as I was sweating profusely and the droplets would hit her in the face. So she’d try and dodge them by turning her head. Some time later, she needs more lube. I grab the bottle and freshen her up and put on the cock ring she had bought last week. So, we’re all lubed and ready to go when she lets fly another pussy fart. We’re laughing and then the nachos catch up with me and a fart escapes my ass. This sends us both into fits of laughter. So she’s sitting there with her legs spread open while I’m kneeling in front of her with an ever-softening johnson. It was just hilarious. So I collapsed on her and kissed her all over. A fun way to end our weekend together.
The Dulcinea is probably the best partner I’ve ever had. Once we got over the initial bouts of being self-conscious, we both jumped in headlong. Nothing seems taboo – we’re always willing to try new things. A new position is introduced every weekend. And we are very comfortable and very open with one another. We have no problem telling the other where or how we like to be touched, for instance. And she likes me to talk dirty to her in bed, which is a hoot, and to boss her around.
By way of example for all of this, late Sunday morning, after she had her orgasm, I told her to lube me up. She obliged and I began to masturbate. I’ve never felt comfortable masturbating in front of a woman (or a man, for that matter) until The Dulcinea. After I got hard, I ordered her to rub my balls. The look on her face was marvelous. She’ll look at my face and then watch my hand touching myself. She has this look of anxious surprise that is a tremendous turn-on. And she loves to watch me ejaculate. Considering that I’d had 3 or 4 orgasms in a short period of time before this, I had a surprisingly large amount of semen. Then again, I hadn’t masturbated all week. And, having a lot of sex, those muscles down there are getting strong so I am able to shoot what The Dulcinea fondly refers to as my “man juices” with some flare and some distance. I haven’t felt this virile in a while! She even called me her “Sex God”. While no procreative deity am I, it was a nice ego boost. I just put my member in her whenever I get a hardon, that’s all.
After The Dulcinea left, I tried to take a brief nap before heading over to Dogger’s to game. But her scent must have still been on me because I got all frisky and masturbated. I was surprised that I had any semen left in me. Well, enough of the naughty stuff.
Pete and I went over to Dog’s and we gamed. Miss Regan was chillin’ in the basement when we got there. Man, she’s getting big! Anyway, it was an amusing little adventure but I don’t think it went exactly as Marv had planned as we quit early. Seems we did some things that he hadn’t planned on – like actually being able to kill the Drow elf and his umber hulk. OK, we didn’t exactly kill them – it more was more a suicidal kind of thing – but we had them on the ropes. But, upon returning to Everlund, we find out that Drow elves usually have illithids with them so we’ve gotta go back to find it. Severus, my cleric, did some research on them and found out that they such minds out of creatures. I shat bricks. Great, just great. So I’m memorizing every Protection of Evil spell I can find. Anything to keep the illithid from being able to mentally attack me.
What else? My great uncle’s funeral service is Thursday. Gotta call my mom to get a time. And I have to mow the lawn over at Toad Hill. Maybe this evening. Tonight I wanna copy those CDs and return them to Marv. And I wanna read. No self-abuse, though.
10 July, 2004
Celebration
Well, my cultural activities were curtailed yesterday as I did something to my back. Dunno what - I must have twisted somehow and threw a vertebra out of whack. Walking is a whole lotta no fun right now. When I awoke, I noticed that the answering machine had some new messages so I listened to them. The last one was from my mother and, from her tone of voice, I could tell that things were not well in Chicago.
"I have some sad news for you..."
My great uncle Harry passed away yesterday afternoon. I called my mom back and found that there was still no word on when a memorial service might be held so I await word on that. Just not the way I wanted my weekend to begin. It's such a gorgeous morning - sunny yet temperate. I love mornings like this because the day seems so pregnant with possibility. As if anything could be accomplished and happiness was at my doorstep.
For now, I am going to go to the credit union and deposit my paycheck. Hopefully that strawberry blonde will be working again. I saw her yesterday when was at another branch but wasn't lucky enough to have her as my teller. But, as I walked out the door, I ran into Dogger and Marv who were at the ATM. We ended up going to a gaming shop that opened recently down on Willy Street. I bought a Player's Handbook and, since Marv's birthday was earlier this week, I got him the Monster Manual II, albeit against my better judgement. This means that our party will surely run into even more foul and heinous creatures. The store had a selection of daggers and swords behind glass but there was also a nice little halberd sitting in the corner. It was only $40! I may just have to buy it so I can mount it in my den someday. Or at least in the basement when I move my books and computer down there.
After that, I dunno what to do. Probably do some writing. I am sooo far behind. Maybe I can get Marv over here so he can ply his VBA programming trade. I want to have a database for my bootleg collection. Probably laundry too. My sheets smell like sweat and other bodily fluids.
My father's birthday is in about a month. Still haven't taken any time out alone to look at pictures and such.
I also have some CDs to burn. Some of my musical taste is rubbing off on The Dulcinea, much to my surprise, and she has requested some tunes by various bands. I've burned some Yes and Jethro Tull for her already and Son Volt, Genesis, and Fish are next.
I just feel so sullen. The prospect of having to attend a funeral and deal with grieving family is not fun. This means I'll have to make love with The Dulcinea. And I don't mean this in a sarcastic or silly way. What is more positive, more life-affirming than sex? It's a celebration of life. My father and great uncle are gone but I'm still alive. I ought to celebrate.
Well, my cultural activities were curtailed yesterday as I did something to my back. Dunno what - I must have twisted somehow and threw a vertebra out of whack. Walking is a whole lotta no fun right now. When I awoke, I noticed that the answering machine had some new messages so I listened to them. The last one was from my mother and, from her tone of voice, I could tell that things were not well in Chicago.
"I have some sad news for you..."
My great uncle Harry passed away yesterday afternoon. I called my mom back and found that there was still no word on when a memorial service might be held so I await word on that. Just not the way I wanted my weekend to begin. It's such a gorgeous morning - sunny yet temperate. I love mornings like this because the day seems so pregnant with possibility. As if anything could be accomplished and happiness was at my doorstep.
For now, I am going to go to the credit union and deposit my paycheck. Hopefully that strawberry blonde will be working again. I saw her yesterday when was at another branch but wasn't lucky enough to have her as my teller. But, as I walked out the door, I ran into Dogger and Marv who were at the ATM. We ended up going to a gaming shop that opened recently down on Willy Street. I bought a Player's Handbook and, since Marv's birthday was earlier this week, I got him the Monster Manual II, albeit against my better judgement. This means that our party will surely run into even more foul and heinous creatures. The store had a selection of daggers and swords behind glass but there was also a nice little halberd sitting in the corner. It was only $40! I may just have to buy it so I can mount it in my den someday. Or at least in the basement when I move my books and computer down there.
After that, I dunno what to do. Probably do some writing. I am sooo far behind. Maybe I can get Marv over here so he can ply his VBA programming trade. I want to have a database for my bootleg collection. Probably laundry too. My sheets smell like sweat and other bodily fluids.
My father's birthday is in about a month. Still haven't taken any time out alone to look at pictures and such.
I also have some CDs to burn. Some of my musical taste is rubbing off on The Dulcinea, much to my surprise, and she has requested some tunes by various bands. I've burned some Yes and Jethro Tull for her already and Son Volt, Genesis, and Fish are next.
I just feel so sullen. The prospect of having to attend a funeral and deal with grieving family is not fun. This means I'll have to make love with The Dulcinea. And I don't mean this in a sarcastic or silly way. What is more positive, more life-affirming than sex? It's a celebration of life. My father and great uncle are gone but I'm still alive. I ought to celebrate.
09 July, 2004
Tikka Masala!
It's nice to be able to take a half hour lunch and leave a half hour early. The plan is to head downtown and go to the Socrates Cafe, a philosophy dialogue group, and discuss the topic du jour which is Fahrenheit 9/11. After that, I am planning on going to the little experimental theater and see a play. Then I can come home and stay up late fucking around or reading.
Tomorrow I''m going to get together with Old Man Standiford and shoot some test footage for our video. Then I'm going to meet up with The Dulcinea and make the beast with two backs. Sunday we game.
I'd really like to get into the habit of going to the cinema show weekly. I'm 5 minutes away from one of the art houses and a cheapie theater and about 15 from another art house so catching a matinee after work is easy. (Ooh! I saw Super Size Me yesterday evening!) Unfotunately, the only thing playing at any of the cinemas is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or whatever it's called. Might make a nice after-work jaunt on Monday.
Since The Dulcinea is into toys, I was hoping that A Woman's Touch would be putting on their Sex Toys 101 demo so I could attend as I'm a complete neophyte in the matter. Alas and alack, not this week.
The Dulcinea has been a bit surprised with me. Earlier this week, she said that I was the first guy who's ever used the phrase "make love with you" with her. It was apparently a pleasant surprise to hear those words instead of "fuck", "screw", etc. I was happy last weekend when we had sex in a position I've never been in before: me entering from behind while she lays on her belly. On Tuesday night, she told me that she had been having naughty thoughts all week. While she turned coy immediately, I was able to inveigle some fantastical tidbits from her. She had been fantasizing about using a strap-on -- on me. I found the idea to be a tremendous turn-on and told her that, as long as we used a gallon of lube, I'm willing to give it a go. We also agreed to work our way towards some anal play on her end as well. (Pun intended.) To top things off, I agreed to go on a trek in search of her g-spot and T-zone. Methinks I need to stop buying the 4oz bottles of lube and get larger ones.
Tim walks into A Woman's Touch.
Clerk: "How can I help you today?"
Tim: "I need some lubrication."
Clerk: "Would you like that super-sized?"
Tim: "You betcha!"
I think I also surprised her during our talk about birth control. Firstly, I told her that I'd pay half. Secondly, I told her that I wanted to go with her to Planned Parenthood if she were to go there for something other than condoms - she mentioned a cervical someting-or-other. I dunno. I just know where to put my tongue and penis, otherwise womyn's anatomy is a mystery.
Aside from her pulchritude, I love how open and honest The Dulcinea is. We can talk about anything. And she is extremely sensual. She (and me too) really loves all the sights, scents, and sounds, tastes, and touches of one another. (The first or second time I went down on her, she wanted me to kiss her immediately afterwards so she could "taste herself".) She and I both agree that we love how we smell together. That tantalizing mix of various bodily fluids is just so potent.
And there's these little things she's done that really thrust me into musth. For instance, I got out of bed one morning to take a shower. So I'm walking towards the door and she just opens her legs flashing me her naughty bits. One night, before she had to leave, I had her sit on my lap for a short while to hug and caress her one last time before her sweet ass was out the door. So she pulls her breast out of her bra and pushes it towards my mouth.
She's just so naughty.
Jinkies! The weather has really take a turn for the worse. It's very dark outside and raining, I would imagine. I'm hungry. At least I've got less than 3 hours of work left. I think I'll just head downtown. The discussion doesn't start til 6 but I wanna grab a bite to eat and perhaps some ice cream. I'm really keen on Indian food, right now. Mmmm...vindaloo...chocolate ice cream...But there's no Indian joint downtown. It's all yuppie crap-fuck joints where people go to look good regardless of the quality of the food.
*tummy growls*
It's nice to be able to take a half hour lunch and leave a half hour early. The plan is to head downtown and go to the Socrates Cafe, a philosophy dialogue group, and discuss the topic du jour which is Fahrenheit 9/11. After that, I am planning on going to the little experimental theater and see a play. Then I can come home and stay up late fucking around or reading.
Tomorrow I''m going to get together with Old Man Standiford and shoot some test footage for our video. Then I'm going to meet up with The Dulcinea and make the beast with two backs. Sunday we game.
I'd really like to get into the habit of going to the cinema show weekly. I'm 5 minutes away from one of the art houses and a cheapie theater and about 15 from another art house so catching a matinee after work is easy. (Ooh! I saw Super Size Me yesterday evening!) Unfotunately, the only thing playing at any of the cinemas is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or whatever it's called. Might make a nice after-work jaunt on Monday.
Since The Dulcinea is into toys, I was hoping that A Woman's Touch would be putting on their Sex Toys 101 demo so I could attend as I'm a complete neophyte in the matter. Alas and alack, not this week.
The Dulcinea has been a bit surprised with me. Earlier this week, she said that I was the first guy who's ever used the phrase "make love with you" with her. It was apparently a pleasant surprise to hear those words instead of "fuck", "screw", etc. I was happy last weekend when we had sex in a position I've never been in before: me entering from behind while she lays on her belly. On Tuesday night, she told me that she had been having naughty thoughts all week. While she turned coy immediately, I was able to inveigle some fantastical tidbits from her. She had been fantasizing about using a strap-on -- on me. I found the idea to be a tremendous turn-on and told her that, as long as we used a gallon of lube, I'm willing to give it a go. We also agreed to work our way towards some anal play on her end as well. (Pun intended.) To top things off, I agreed to go on a trek in search of her g-spot and T-zone. Methinks I need to stop buying the 4oz bottles of lube and get larger ones.
Tim walks into A Woman's Touch.
Clerk: "How can I help you today?"
Tim: "I need some lubrication."
Clerk: "Would you like that super-sized?"
Tim: "You betcha!"
I think I also surprised her during our talk about birth control. Firstly, I told her that I'd pay half. Secondly, I told her that I wanted to go with her to Planned Parenthood if she were to go there for something other than condoms - she mentioned a cervical someting-or-other. I dunno. I just know where to put my tongue and penis, otherwise womyn's anatomy is a mystery.
Aside from her pulchritude, I love how open and honest The Dulcinea is. We can talk about anything. And she is extremely sensual. She (and me too) really loves all the sights, scents, and sounds, tastes, and touches of one another. (The first or second time I went down on her, she wanted me to kiss her immediately afterwards so she could "taste herself".) She and I both agree that we love how we smell together. That tantalizing mix of various bodily fluids is just so potent.
And there's these little things she's done that really thrust me into musth. For instance, I got out of bed one morning to take a shower. So I'm walking towards the door and she just opens her legs flashing me her naughty bits. One night, before she had to leave, I had her sit on my lap for a short while to hug and caress her one last time before her sweet ass was out the door. So she pulls her breast out of her bra and pushes it towards my mouth.
She's just so naughty.
Jinkies! The weather has really take a turn for the worse. It's very dark outside and raining, I would imagine. I'm hungry. At least I've got less than 3 hours of work left. I think I'll just head downtown. The discussion doesn't start til 6 but I wanna grab a bite to eat and perhaps some ice cream. I'm really keen on Indian food, right now. Mmmm...vindaloo...chocolate ice cream...But there's no Indian joint downtown. It's all yuppie crap-fuck joints where people go to look good regardless of the quality of the food.
*tummy growls*
Unease Sets In
From The Dulcinea:
"I was so wet after I talked to you. I don't know what it is. You are making me crazy.
I do, actually. Limerence. The only definition I've found so far is "enjoying the experience of being in love", but that is incomplete. I think it is the experience of being in the throes of passion, with all of the attendenant mood swings and intensity of feeling.
I definitely think that is what I am feeling lately. I just can't believe how much (and how intensely) I am feeling my attraction to you."
Must keep on track here. Summer fun. Sex - that's all I want. No relationship. But when the passions are aflame, weird shit is gonna go down...
From The Dulcinea:
"I was so wet after I talked to you. I don't know what it is. You are making me crazy.
I do, actually. Limerence. The only definition I've found so far is "enjoying the experience of being in love", but that is incomplete. I think it is the experience of being in the throes of passion, with all of the attendenant mood swings and intensity of feeling.
I definitely think that is what I am feeling lately. I just can't believe how much (and how intensely) I am feeling my attraction to you."
Must keep on track here. Summer fun. Sex - that's all I want. No relationship. But when the passions are aflame, weird shit is gonna go down...
Going Through Stamps Like Water
I've gotten a few things ready to mail this morning. I would have done more but I ran out of checks. I am going to subscribe to The Progressive and Progression magazines. The former is a lefty rag while the later is about progressive rock. {That "progress" bit is everywhere this morning.} Next I am signing up for a bookmaking class. I had originally intended to take a one-day session on the topic but found a class that meets once a week for 5 weeks and will be taking that instead. There is a possibility that I'll be making my own journals this fall! And finally, I am joining the Freedom From Religion Foundation. The Xtian right irks me too much. Their conference this fall will feature Steven Pinker as the keynote speaker (or whatever)! I've read 2 of his books, have another unread on my shelf, and can honestly say that his The Blank Slate changed me greatly. This leaves subscriptions to Maximum PC and In These Times plus a load of bills of my father's. I also wanna get a ticket to see the Madison Symphony Orchestra next fall as they'll be doing Beethoven's 9th.
I've gotten a few things ready to mail this morning. I would have done more but I ran out of checks. I am going to subscribe to The Progressive and Progression magazines. The former is a lefty rag while the later is about progressive rock. {That "progress" bit is everywhere this morning.} Next I am signing up for a bookmaking class. I had originally intended to take a one-day session on the topic but found a class that meets once a week for 5 weeks and will be taking that instead. There is a possibility that I'll be making my own journals this fall! And finally, I am joining the Freedom From Religion Foundation. The Xtian right irks me too much. Their conference this fall will feature Steven Pinker as the keynote speaker (or whatever)! I've read 2 of his books, have another unread on my shelf, and can honestly say that his The Blank Slate changed me greatly. This leaves subscriptions to Maximum PC and In These Times plus a load of bills of my father's. I also wanna get a ticket to see the Madison Symphony Orchestra next fall as they'll be doing Beethoven's 9th.
08 July, 2004
Skyrockets In Flight?
I have 45 more minutes until I get to leave work. And I cannot wait. I told The Dulcinea that I'd stop by her office to say hello and she replied with:
"I'll see you soon. You can help me get the mail (in the quiet and often deserted basement!).
Reading this has made me frisky. I shall have to buy some condoms on my way there...
I have 45 more minutes until I get to leave work. And I cannot wait. I told The Dulcinea that I'd stop by her office to say hello and she replied with:
"I'll see you soon. You can help me get the mail (in the quiet and often deserted basement!).
Reading this has made me frisky. I shall have to buy some condoms on my way there...
Joseph K, Here I Come
Mel has gotten a hold of tickets for Spamalot! so I'll be seeing it in early January. Jethro Tull will supposedly be here in Madison come November. Closer to now, the Music Box Theater in Chicago is having a big Orson Welles celebration so I'll have to go down there to catch something. The Trial would be really cool to see on the big screen.
Mel has gotten a hold of tickets for Spamalot! so I'll be seeing it in early January. Jethro Tull will supposedly be here in Madison come November. Closer to now, the Music Box Theater in Chicago is having a big Orson Welles celebration so I'll have to go down there to catch something. The Trial would be really cool to see on the big screen.
Chicagobound
NEW YORK (Reuters) - David Hyde Pierce, Tim Curry (news) and Hank Azaria (news) were named on Wednesday as the leading trio for next year's Broadway-bound production of Monty Python's "Spamalot."
"Spamalot," to be directed by Oscar and Tony Award winner Mike Nichols, is billed as "the musical lovingly ripped off from the motion picture, 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail,"' the 1975 comedy directed by Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones.
It tells the tale of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table and their quest for the Holy Grail. A chorus line of dancing divas and knights, flatulent Frenchmen, killer rabbits and one legless knight are featured.
Pierce, who was Dr. Niles Crane in the long-running U.S. sitcom "Frasier," will play Sir Robin. Curry, known for his star turn in the cult film, "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," will play King Arthur. Azaria, best known as the voice of Moe the bartender on the animated series "The Simpsons," will portray Sir Lancelot.
The corresponding film roles were performed by Eric Idle, Graham Chapman and John Cleese (news) of the British comedy troupe.
Idle wrote the book for the new musical and collaborated on the music and lyrics with John Du Prez, whose film scores include the "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" series and the hit, "A Fish Called Wanda."
The show is scheduled to have a world premiere engagement in Chicago from Dec. 21, 2004, to Jan. 16, 2005, before beginning Broadway previews on Feb. 7.
NEW YORK (Reuters) - David Hyde Pierce, Tim Curry (news) and Hank Azaria (news) were named on Wednesday as the leading trio for next year's Broadway-bound production of Monty Python's "Spamalot."
"Spamalot," to be directed by Oscar and Tony Award winner Mike Nichols, is billed as "the musical lovingly ripped off from the motion picture, 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail,"' the 1975 comedy directed by Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones.
It tells the tale of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table and their quest for the Holy Grail. A chorus line of dancing divas and knights, flatulent Frenchmen, killer rabbits and one legless knight are featured.
Pierce, who was Dr. Niles Crane in the long-running U.S. sitcom "Frasier," will play Sir Robin. Curry, known for his star turn in the cult film, "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," will play King Arthur. Azaria, best known as the voice of Moe the bartender on the animated series "The Simpsons," will portray Sir Lancelot.
The corresponding film roles were performed by Eric Idle, Graham Chapman and John Cleese (news) of the British comedy troupe.
Idle wrote the book for the new musical and collaborated on the music and lyrics with John Du Prez, whose film scores include the "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" series and the hit, "A Fish Called Wanda."
The show is scheduled to have a world premiere engagement in Chicago from Dec. 21, 2004, to Jan. 16, 2005, before beginning Broadway previews on Feb. 7.
07 July, 2004
Mid-Work
It's only 10 o'clock but it's been a long day. I suppose this is because there's so much stuff I'd rather be doing than sitting here at work but so it goes.
Since it's fairly slow, I've been poking around Michael Moore's website as well as mediamatters.org. Nothing like a little lefty news to pump me full of piss and vinegar. Since I haven't written much of substance lately, I will mention that I saw Fahrenheit 9/11. It was OK. I mean, I enjoyed the mockery of Dubya, I was disappointed in the film stylistically. There wasn't enough of Moore going around asking questions. And there was too much crying! Not to belittle the woman in the film or to make light of the death of her child, but I come from the school that people crying onscreen is cheap sensationalism. Sure, I can see showing someone as the tears start falling, but Moore let that shit run on for 15 minutes! Stop showing us the tears and get back to the argument. No one needs to watch her cry for that long to know that she feels an incredibly deep loss. I wanted more Moore doing his schtick. (The ice cream truck scene was great!)
I went with a gang of 8 people or so, including Pete. He and I agreed that The Fog of War was much better, although the two films have some great differences.
There's a saying about being careful what you wish for. I wished for sex and now I find that my penis is sore from use. And semen production can barely keep up with demand. I have a lot to write about concerning my sex life but I shan't right now. And I don't mean just the gory details. Getting laid regularly has made me happier, kicked my libido into overdrive, et al. The wonderful sense of exploration - not only of her body, but of my mind and my desires. Sexuality is such an integral part of the human animal - how could people deny it?
Earlier this morning, I finished reading Adam, Eve, and the Serpent. Interesting stuff. It's a book about the differences in various attitudes between the early Christians and the Jews as well as how these attitudes changed as Christianity became the religion of the empire instead of a persecuted minority. Attitudes about sex, marriage, divorce, womyn's rights, human nature, et al.
The section about the debate between Augustine and Julian was absolutely fascinating. Briefly, Julian was old school in that he purported that God's gift to mankind was freewill. But Augustine argued that Adam's transgression in the Garden stained humanity forever and thus was the concept of Original Sin born and the world has been suffering ever since. Along with this, Augustine includes sexual desire. Rather than a natural bit of Creation, he saw it as a curse bestowed upon us all by Adam's heinous actions. Now, if that isn't fucking ridiculous, I don't know what is.
Not sure what my next read is going to be. Perhaps A History of God. I know I have a few more books that I haven't read yet on my shelves. We'll see when I get home.
It's only 10 o'clock but it's been a long day. I suppose this is because there's so much stuff I'd rather be doing than sitting here at work but so it goes.
Since it's fairly slow, I've been poking around Michael Moore's website as well as mediamatters.org. Nothing like a little lefty news to pump me full of piss and vinegar. Since I haven't written much of substance lately, I will mention that I saw Fahrenheit 9/11. It was OK. I mean, I enjoyed the mockery of Dubya, I was disappointed in the film stylistically. There wasn't enough of Moore going around asking questions. And there was too much crying! Not to belittle the woman in the film or to make light of the death of her child, but I come from the school that people crying onscreen is cheap sensationalism. Sure, I can see showing someone as the tears start falling, but Moore let that shit run on for 15 minutes! Stop showing us the tears and get back to the argument. No one needs to watch her cry for that long to know that she feels an incredibly deep loss. I wanted more Moore doing his schtick. (The ice cream truck scene was great!)
I went with a gang of 8 people or so, including Pete. He and I agreed that The Fog of War was much better, although the two films have some great differences.
There's a saying about being careful what you wish for. I wished for sex and now I find that my penis is sore from use. And semen production can barely keep up with demand. I have a lot to write about concerning my sex life but I shan't right now. And I don't mean just the gory details. Getting laid regularly has made me happier, kicked my libido into overdrive, et al. The wonderful sense of exploration - not only of her body, but of my mind and my desires. Sexuality is such an integral part of the human animal - how could people deny it?
Earlier this morning, I finished reading Adam, Eve, and the Serpent. Interesting stuff. It's a book about the differences in various attitudes between the early Christians and the Jews as well as how these attitudes changed as Christianity became the religion of the empire instead of a persecuted minority. Attitudes about sex, marriage, divorce, womyn's rights, human nature, et al.
The section about the debate between Augustine and Julian was absolutely fascinating. Briefly, Julian was old school in that he purported that God's gift to mankind was freewill. But Augustine argued that Adam's transgression in the Garden stained humanity forever and thus was the concept of Original Sin born and the world has been suffering ever since. Along with this, Augustine includes sexual desire. Rather than a natural bit of Creation, he saw it as a curse bestowed upon us all by Adam's heinous actions. Now, if that isn't fucking ridiculous, I don't know what is.
Not sure what my next read is going to be. Perhaps A History of God. I know I have a few more books that I haven't read yet on my shelves. We'll see when I get home.
06 July, 2004
Busy Day Off
I shall try to write something more substantive later today but I do wanna check-in.
Weekend: excellent! The Dulcinea was here Sunday and Monday morning. We showered together, slept together, and had lots of sex. She has really awakened my dormant libido. I woke up incredibly horny this morning and have been ogling womyn all day - trying to look down shirts and blouses around every corner. When she came over on Saturday, she brought with her a bottle of lube, 2 sampler tubes of flavored lube, condoms, and a cock ring...
I didn't go to work today as my car was giving me overheating fits last night. So I checked it out for leaks and such and had the oil changed (which was way overdue) as well as the radiator flushed. It seems to be doing OK now.
Spent yesterday afternoon and night out on the lakes. The whoopie Rhythm'n'Booms fireworks display was last night so we pulled up just off the shore of the park where it was held to watch. Pretty friggin' cool! Four F-16s flew over as well after the nation anthem - as did a few Blackhawk helicopters - bloody loud! It really made me think about what it must be like to be in combat. All of the noise, the confusion, and the people shooting at you. Hats off to our soldiers indeed.
I shall try to write something more substantive later today but I do wanna check-in.
Weekend: excellent! The Dulcinea was here Sunday and Monday morning. We showered together, slept together, and had lots of sex. She has really awakened my dormant libido. I woke up incredibly horny this morning and have been ogling womyn all day - trying to look down shirts and blouses around every corner. When she came over on Saturday, she brought with her a bottle of lube, 2 sampler tubes of flavored lube, condoms, and a cock ring...
I didn't go to work today as my car was giving me overheating fits last night. So I checked it out for leaks and such and had the oil changed (which was way overdue) as well as the radiator flushed. It seems to be doing OK now.
Spent yesterday afternoon and night out on the lakes. The whoopie Rhythm'n'Booms fireworks display was last night so we pulled up just off the shore of the park where it was held to watch. Pretty friggin' cool! Four F-16s flew over as well after the nation anthem - as did a few Blackhawk helicopters - bloody loud! It really made me think about what it must be like to be in combat. All of the noise, the confusion, and the people shooting at you. Hats off to our soldiers indeed.
03 July, 2004
Viscosity
I bought a new 80GB hard drive as I wanted to keep more of my audio/video files on my PC. But the f*cking thing isn't playing nice with the IDE channel. Infernal contraption! So I've gotta play with more jumper settings.
My inamorata is going with some family to see Fahrenheit 9/11 while the rain pours down. I just spoke with her on the phone and she said that she had with her a bottle of lube and that she was going to come over after the film so we can play with it. This is, in part, because I sent her a copy of one of my erotic stories which involves sex with a pregnant woman. The Dulcinea told me that, when she was preganant, she was very frisky and that she loved sex while heavy with child. Tonight is shaping up to be fun...
I bought a new 80GB hard drive as I wanted to keep more of my audio/video files on my PC. But the f*cking thing isn't playing nice with the IDE channel. Infernal contraption! So I've gotta play with more jumper settings.
My inamorata is going with some family to see Fahrenheit 9/11 while the rain pours down. I just spoke with her on the phone and she said that she had with her a bottle of lube and that she was going to come over after the film so we can play with it. This is, in part, because I sent her a copy of one of my erotic stories which involves sex with a pregnant woman. The Dulcinea told me that, when she was preganant, she was very frisky and that she loved sex while heavy with child. Tonight is shaping up to be fun...
02 July, 2004
It's All Music, Man
LONDON (Reuters) - The sound of Richard Wagner's monumental music thundered over Britain's Glastonbury Festival Sunday, an event best known for its rock bands and techno dance acts.
The German composer's "Ride of the Valkyries," performed by the English National Opera, was the first opera to be staged at Europe's biggest open-air event.
The ENO performed act three of the Valkyries on the main stage, complete with a 90-piece orchestra and 11 soloists, in a bid to bring opera to a wider audience.
"It was quite moving to hear opera in such a vast outdoor space," one enthusiastic reveller among more than 100,000 festival-goers told BBC Television.
The music is the most famous portion of the composer's 15-hour long Ring cycle and has been featured in countless commercials and films, most famously in Francis Ford Coppola's "Apocalypse Now."
LONDON (Reuters) - The sound of Richard Wagner's monumental music thundered over Britain's Glastonbury Festival Sunday, an event best known for its rock bands and techno dance acts.
The German composer's "Ride of the Valkyries," performed by the English National Opera, was the first opera to be staged at Europe's biggest open-air event.
The ENO performed act three of the Valkyries on the main stage, complete with a 90-piece orchestra and 11 soloists, in a bid to bring opera to a wider audience.
"It was quite moving to hear opera in such a vast outdoor space," one enthusiastic reveller among more than 100,000 festival-goers told BBC Television.
The music is the most famous portion of the composer's 15-hour long Ring cycle and has been featured in countless commercials and films, most famously in Francis Ford Coppola's "Apocalypse Now."
I Told Ya Womyn Are Evil
So, here I am at my new job trying to be good'n'productive and I get emails like these:
"Yes! A Woman's Touch{Our local sex-positive toy store} and Mad City - I almost bought three CDs but it wasn't the right time. I looked at a lot of toys at AWT and made myself promise I'd come back for another look in a bit. There was a fascinating nubby glass dildo I couldn't keep my hands off of. But a bit much ($). I wish one could try them out before buying...Better get back to work. But one last thing: I'm not wearing any underwear."
And:
"I'd love a field trip to AWT. I was thinking about playing together when I was looking at stuff last night. I burned you the CD I was considering burning. I've been listening to it this morning. It is moody, but not in a bad way... Okay, now back to work."
How am I supposed to keep my mind on work?
So, here I am at my new job trying to be good'n'productive and I get emails like these:
"Yes! A Woman's Touch{Our local sex-positive toy store} and Mad City - I almost bought three CDs but it wasn't the right time. I looked at a lot of toys at AWT and made myself promise I'd come back for another look in a bit. There was a fascinating nubby glass dildo I couldn't keep my hands off of. But a bit much ($). I wish one could try them out before buying...Better get back to work. But one last thing: I'm not wearing any underwear."
And:
"I'd love a field trip to AWT. I was thinking about playing together when I was looking at stuff last night. I burned you the CD I was considering burning. I've been listening to it this morning. It is moody, but not in a bad way... Okay, now back to work."
How am I supposed to keep my mind on work?
01 July, 2004
Just After Dawn
Tired...so tired. Eyelids...gravity...
Worked on the boat a bit more after work. Then the inamorata came over. She was a bit sick and her naughty bits were irritated. The upshot was that I ended up masturbating while she watched. Hell, she liked it so much that she started masturbated. Never done that before so I had to note it down.
Work is gonna be boring again, I think. Got a rejection letter from another company yesterday which is despressing. I must peruse the classifieds today.
Tired...so tired. Eyelids...gravity...
Worked on the boat a bit more after work. Then the inamorata came over. She was a bit sick and her naughty bits were irritated. The upshot was that I ended up masturbating while she watched. Hell, she liked it so much that she started masturbated. Never done that before so I had to note it down.
Work is gonna be boring again, I think. Got a rejection letter from another company yesterday which is despressing. I must peruse the classifieds today.
30 June, 2004
I Don't Wanna Be Here
I shall write an entry of substance in the near future. Dunno when, exactly, but I shall.
I've been working full-time and spent much of my free time last week preparing for the party on Saturday which went quite well, I might add. This week I've gotten home and worked on the boat every evening and even went over to The Pollack's last night to fix his computer. Tonight should be mellow. The dulcinea may come over tonight - we'll see how it goes. I just need to get my life sorted out a bit. Mail some bills, call a few people, and the like. My to-do list just keeps growing and growing.
For anyone wondering how things are going between me and J: they go pretty well. My libido is in overdrive. A simple hug triggers a stiff response, if you get my meaning. We had sex twice on Sunday morning and it was wonderful! But I haven't been laid in 3 days. In other news, work is retarded, the boat still isn't back in the water, and a friend of mine in Chicago is trying to set me up with a recently-divorced friend of hers. Hopefully she and I get along well and she is horny. One in every port...
Well, I hope everyone is well. I do read your diaries, albeit infrequently, but I read them nonetheless. I haven't forgotten about anyone. Take care all.
I shall write an entry of substance in the near future. Dunno when, exactly, but I shall.
I've been working full-time and spent much of my free time last week preparing for the party on Saturday which went quite well, I might add. This week I've gotten home and worked on the boat every evening and even went over to The Pollack's last night to fix his computer. Tonight should be mellow. The dulcinea may come over tonight - we'll see how it goes. I just need to get my life sorted out a bit. Mail some bills, call a few people, and the like. My to-do list just keeps growing and growing.
For anyone wondering how things are going between me and J: they go pretty well. My libido is in overdrive. A simple hug triggers a stiff response, if you get my meaning. We had sex twice on Sunday morning and it was wonderful! But I haven't been laid in 3 days. In other news, work is retarded, the boat still isn't back in the water, and a friend of mine in Chicago is trying to set me up with a recently-divorced friend of hers. Hopefully she and I get along well and she is horny. One in every port...
Well, I hope everyone is well. I do read your diaries, albeit infrequently, but I read them nonetheless. I haven't forgotten about anyone. Take care all.
17 June, 2004
Sore Pedals
My feet ache. I hope to be able to write more tomorrow as I've gotta get going soon.
I landed a contract gig with a company here. Boring work but the pay is OK. But it's murder on my feet and I sweat profusely. Still, the exercise is good. Stevie and I finished painting the sides of the boat and await the arrival of the furniture. We hope to be out on the lakes again next week.
Thingy with Jennifer is going OK. To those who left notes: of course I took advantage of her lack of underwear and her offer of a salubrious kiss on the pecker. In fact, she healed it twice the same day. And I got to be a cunning linguist twice as well. I have lots more to write about this topic beyond mere prurient details. It was definitely weird, but in a good way. I think I ravished her or something as tears of joy welled in her eyes a couple times. Not to brag, but she was very lonely and yearning for intimacy. So I gave her a mini-massage, took off her clothes, kiss her all over, stuck my face between her legs for a while, and then held her and kissed her some more. I guess she dug it.
Well, I must go get ready for dinner with her. Jamaican. Me need food and to just relax. More later...
My feet ache. I hope to be able to write more tomorrow as I've gotta get going soon.
I landed a contract gig with a company here. Boring work but the pay is OK. But it's murder on my feet and I sweat profusely. Still, the exercise is good. Stevie and I finished painting the sides of the boat and await the arrival of the furniture. We hope to be out on the lakes again next week.
Thingy with Jennifer is going OK. To those who left notes: of course I took advantage of her lack of underwear and her offer of a salubrious kiss on the pecker. In fact, she healed it twice the same day. And I got to be a cunning linguist twice as well. I have lots more to write about this topic beyond mere prurient details. It was definitely weird, but in a good way. I think I ravished her or something as tears of joy welled in her eyes a couple times. Not to brag, but she was very lonely and yearning for intimacy. So I gave her a mini-massage, took off her clothes, kiss her all over, stuck my face between her legs for a while, and then held her and kissed her some more. I guess she dug it.
Well, I must go get ready for dinner with her. Jamaican. Me need food and to just relax. More later...
12 June, 2004
Reasons Why Women Are Evil
#1 - They have the ability to mesmerize. They get this look in their eyes which erases any freewill a man may have and implants the single thought in their brains of kissing her.
While I have much to write, time is lacking. I found out that Jennifer is sending me chocolate. While on the surface it appears to be an act of breaking down gender roles, there are, I suspect, ulterior motives - namely, she is also a chocoholic and she knows that I share so she'll be getting some too.
She and I had our second date on Thursday. It is plain to me now that she is 100% pure evil concentrate as she has this look which serves only to make me want to kiss her. Well, it worked, I can tell you. She allowed me to kiss her despite my having showed up at the wrong restaurant and calling her asking, "Where in the name of Jehovah are you?" She, in turn, asked where I was so I picked up a take-out menu and discovered that I had gone to the wrong Thai joint. My only excuse is that I was informed earlier that day that The Caffeinatrix is going to be selling Toad Hill as thusly was not in a particularly good frame of mind. I wish dearly that hugs could raise capital but, alas, they don't. The Caffeinatrix seems to be on the verge of crying nearly everyday now. This too shall pass, however.
#2 - Women do things like refrain from wearing underwear and casually mention this fact in conversation to men.
If you had happened to be with us on Thursday, here are some things you would have overheard:
"I'm not wearing any underwear."
"I wish I could fall in love with you right now."
"Kiss me here..."
"You don't need these pants!"
"I love the way you feel, the way you smell."
"I haven't been held in a long, long time."
"I am attracted to you like a magnetic field." (in-joke)
lots of sighs
"I don't wanna go."
"I have got to go."
"You're not going to let me go, are you?"
#3 - They leave their scent on you so you can smell them the next morning.
#1 - They have the ability to mesmerize. They get this look in their eyes which erases any freewill a man may have and implants the single thought in their brains of kissing her.
While I have much to write, time is lacking. I found out that Jennifer is sending me chocolate. While on the surface it appears to be an act of breaking down gender roles, there are, I suspect, ulterior motives - namely, she is also a chocoholic and she knows that I share so she'll be getting some too.
She and I had our second date on Thursday. It is plain to me now that she is 100% pure evil concentrate as she has this look which serves only to make me want to kiss her. Well, it worked, I can tell you. She allowed me to kiss her despite my having showed up at the wrong restaurant and calling her asking, "Where in the name of Jehovah are you?" She, in turn, asked where I was so I picked up a take-out menu and discovered that I had gone to the wrong Thai joint. My only excuse is that I was informed earlier that day that The Caffeinatrix is going to be selling Toad Hill as thusly was not in a particularly good frame of mind. I wish dearly that hugs could raise capital but, alas, they don't. The Caffeinatrix seems to be on the verge of crying nearly everyday now. This too shall pass, however.
#2 - Women do things like refrain from wearing underwear and casually mention this fact in conversation to men.
If you had happened to be with us on Thursday, here are some things you would have overheard:
"I wish I could fall in love with you right now."
"Kiss me here..."
"You don't need these pants!"
"I love the way you feel, the way you smell."
"I haven't been held in a long, long time."
"I am attracted to you like a magnetic field." (in-joke)
lots of sighs
"I don't wanna go."
"I have got to go."
"You're not going to let me go, are you?"
#3 - They leave their scent on you so you can smell them the next morning.
10 June, 2004
The Things I Do For Rhubarb
Jennifer,
I want you to know that I braved swarms of deadly mosquitoes to pick some rhubarb for a pie. While my mission was successful, I did not come out unscathed...
Be still my beating heart. Not only has the lad promised me a rhubarb pie but risks life and limb to fetch the essential ingredient from the wretched battleground that is the mosquito-filled garden. As reward, I pledge a salve for his wounds, made of my own tender kiss. That he survive to receive it, this is my prayer...
You are too kind, Mistress. One of the pesky critters flew up my shorts, into my boxers, and did render a bite unto my member.
On my honor, I have pledged to smother your flesh hith hot, wet kisses to counteract the wicked venom of the mosquito. And where would I be without my honor?
Thou would have thine honor but each kiss would abscond with thine virtue.
Alas. To keep this purest virture, mine - the answer then, is calamine.
Jennifer,
I want you to know that I braved swarms of deadly mosquitoes to pick some rhubarb for a pie. While my mission was successful, I did not come out unscathed...
Be still my beating heart. Not only has the lad promised me a rhubarb pie but risks life and limb to fetch the essential ingredient from the wretched battleground that is the mosquito-filled garden. As reward, I pledge a salve for his wounds, made of my own tender kiss. That he survive to receive it, this is my prayer...
You are too kind, Mistress. One of the pesky critters flew up my shorts, into my boxers, and did render a bite unto my member.
On my honor, I have pledged to smother your flesh hith hot, wet kisses to counteract the wicked venom of the mosquito. And where would I be without my honor?
Thou would have thine honor but each kiss would abscond with thine virtue.
Alas. To keep this purest virture, mine - the answer then, is calamine.
09 June, 2004
On the Dole?
The oddest thing just happened to me: I was invited to take a 5-day cruise from Hawaii to San Diego aboard an aircraft carrier. How often does that happen? A cousin of mine is in the Navy and apparently you can have family members take a cruise on the final leg back to port. That would be so fucking cool! I could stand on the deck of the USS John C. Stennis and peer out over the Pacific Ocean. I could get to Hawaii a day or 2 early and check it out: see Pearl Harbor, watch pineapples grow, and get lei'd.
The oddest thing just happened to me: I was invited to take a 5-day cruise from Hawaii to San Diego aboard an aircraft carrier. How often does that happen? A cousin of mine is in the Navy and apparently you can have family members take a cruise on the final leg back to port. That would be so fucking cool! I could stand on the deck of the USS John C. Stennis and peer out over the Pacific Ocean. I could get to Hawaii a day or 2 early and check it out: see Pearl Harbor, watch pineapples grow, and get lei'd.
Last Date
The sky is having a rough time trying to figure out if it wants to rain or not. I've been catching up on email and noting people at Suicide Girls. I think Miss Pamela is pissed at me because I completely spaced on letting her know that I wouldn't be able to make it up north last weekend. I'm just too capable when it comes to getting on people's shitlists.
On the plus side of life, my dad's house and truck were sold on Monday so I have a couple less things to worry about. Also, my date went well yesterday. Well enough to get a second one, at any rate. I have this feeling that I'm going to get more than I bargained for. I knew that her divorce was in media res and that she had kids, but I discovered yesterday that we are very much alike - eerily so.
The first tip off that something was odd was that she presented me with a mix CD upon meeting her at the cafe. That is exactly the dorky kinda thing I'd do. When I found out that it was her birthday, I felt bad for not having presented her with a gift so I bought lunch. It got worse when we quoted Monty Python synchronously in front of the waitress who had a good sense of humor - the Mr. Creosote bit from Meaning of Life. Early on, she demanded to see my driver's license as I had told her that I was alternately 17, 18, and 22. Joking aside, I am one who believes in truth in advertising, so I got two hoolies of hot sauce with my lunch. The hot sauce, when combined with the tahini made a complete mess. I had this pink goop all over my hands throughout most of the meal but she found it amusing. The geek in me was amazed when she casually dropped the word "transmogrify" in the conversation. To top things off, she revealed that she keeps a Live Journal and a diary at DiaryX.
It was just strange. In many ways, it felt like I was talking to myself. But a self that was much better-looking. She loved music, we had similar tastes in TV & film, uses big words casually, has tattoos - oh, the tats. She wore a sleeveless top so I could see the tats on her arms. One was of the sun which looked exactly like the Vantage Books logo. I know this because she pointed it out to me as I had a book they published with me. The second tattoo is of a bat hanging upside down with a dog's head - looks a lot like Anubis. She said that she loves bats. A cool quirk. And she has a rather prurient imagination. We were talking about how we both love to have gardens and to cook. I mentioned that a friend wants me to make tamales but that this would mean getting lard and masa flour everywhere. She remarked that she had suddenly gotten a weird image of me and lard in her head. I laughed very hard.
After lunch, we went over to the botanical gardens and wandered around. The first time she bent over to smell a flower, I got a good close-up look at her ass.
Baby when you walk, you shake just like a willow tree
We wandered up to a bush which was littered with small white flowers. She and I bent over to smell them together and she remarked that the scent reminded her of cookie dough and we referred to it as the "cookie bush". As we wandered around, she was laugh to herself. I'd ask what was so funny and she would only say that a funny thought popped into her head. She's goofy and that's a good thing. After sweating for a while, we wandered inside and took a bench where we sat and talked.
I tried my best to tell her about myself and she found my boast that I had once eaten so many crawfish that I got hives to be particularly revealing. What it reveals, I'm not sure...As I said before, I am into truth in advertising so at one point I admonished her that I am a bit on the nerdy side. I revealed my love for the never-popular Genesis, that I play Dungeons & Dragons - that kinda stuff. Yet she was unphased. She jokingly called me "moderately intelligent". Her phone rang at one point - it was her father - but she didn't answer. I dunno if it's because I was more interesting or she just wasn't in the mood to talk to him. A bit after 4, she had to go as she was to get her sons and meet up with her mother for birthday dinner. We traipsed out to the parking lot and talked for several minutes before she actually went on her way. There were many times throughout the afternoon when she would begin to say something and then stop. I tried to inveigle her to spill the beans but she wouldn't. All in good time, I guess. As we stood in the parking lot, she something akin to, "There's just something about you that makes me feel good inside. I don't know what to say when I'm around you."
Considering that I went into this only wanting sex, my mind was remarkably unoccupied with it when we were together. Instead I was just taken with how goofy and spontaneous she was. Sure, I eyed her up but I concentrated on getting to know this fair creature in a non-carnal way. I felt almost smitten.
While she was off with family, Stevie and I finished laying the shag on the boat. Once again, I got adhesive all over my hands and arms. But it's done! We ate dinner and I fell asleep on the couch while watching an episode of that series on the Blues. Again, I felt rather bad this morning. I checked my email to find that she had sent me a message yesterday night. I suppose that I should have called her. Ah well, I replied and she replied to my reply:
Dinner was nice, I didn't mention it was my birthday though, so I don't know what the free goody would have been. The boys had arranged for a Dairy Queen ice cream cake (with Harry Potter on it, cool), so we had that later at home.
Falling asleep on the couch sounds so nice. I slept in my stifling hot bedroom, and woke up at 4:15 this morning. That wasn't good. I'm a tad bit sleepy right now. And the whole "working for the man" thing isn't appealing to me. And I feel badly because I'm drinking a cup of Starbucks iced coffee. In bed with the devil!
Let's get together - Are you interested in seeing "Super Size Me"? I'd like to CD shop too. You know what else we should do together? Go to the Candinas Chocolate place (I think it is in Verona) a mini pilgrimage.
I just remembered buying my first LP. It was Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, I got $10 for my 10th birthday and I went down to State Street to buy it at Discount Records (which is now a Pizza Hut, I think). I really loved that album. And the really huge headphones I'd wear to listen to it. Remember those?
Okay, that is enough of that (I'm a prolific emailer when I get started). Please call me, or write me, or send me psychic messages, and we can arrange to get together sometime.
Soon. Maybe.
Cookie Bush
She likes Harry Potter, wants to see a flick I wanna see, is a lefty, a chocoholic, loves music, uses adverbs correctly, and is in bed with the devil - what more could I want?
The sky is having a rough time trying to figure out if it wants to rain or not. I've been catching up on email and noting people at Suicide Girls. I think Miss Pamela is pissed at me because I completely spaced on letting her know that I wouldn't be able to make it up north last weekend. I'm just too capable when it comes to getting on people's shitlists.
On the plus side of life, my dad's house and truck were sold on Monday so I have a couple less things to worry about. Also, my date went well yesterday. Well enough to get a second one, at any rate. I have this feeling that I'm going to get more than I bargained for. I knew that her divorce was in media res and that she had kids, but I discovered yesterday that we are very much alike - eerily so.
The first tip off that something was odd was that she presented me with a mix CD upon meeting her at the cafe. That is exactly the dorky kinda thing I'd do. When I found out that it was her birthday, I felt bad for not having presented her with a gift so I bought lunch. It got worse when we quoted Monty Python synchronously in front of the waitress who had a good sense of humor - the Mr. Creosote bit from Meaning of Life. Early on, she demanded to see my driver's license as I had told her that I was alternately 17, 18, and 22. Joking aside, I am one who believes in truth in advertising, so I got two hoolies of hot sauce with my lunch. The hot sauce, when combined with the tahini made a complete mess. I had this pink goop all over my hands throughout most of the meal but she found it amusing. The geek in me was amazed when she casually dropped the word "transmogrify" in the conversation. To top things off, she revealed that she keeps a Live Journal and a diary at DiaryX.
It was just strange. In many ways, it felt like I was talking to myself. But a self that was much better-looking. She loved music, we had similar tastes in TV & film, uses big words casually, has tattoos - oh, the tats. She wore a sleeveless top so I could see the tats on her arms. One was of the sun which looked exactly like the Vantage Books logo. I know this because she pointed it out to me as I had a book they published with me. The second tattoo is of a bat hanging upside down with a dog's head - looks a lot like Anubis. She said that she loves bats. A cool quirk. And she has a rather prurient imagination. We were talking about how we both love to have gardens and to cook. I mentioned that a friend wants me to make tamales but that this would mean getting lard and masa flour everywhere. She remarked that she had suddenly gotten a weird image of me and lard in her head. I laughed very hard.
After lunch, we went over to the botanical gardens and wandered around. The first time she bent over to smell a flower, I got a good close-up look at her ass.
I tried my best to tell her about myself and she found my boast that I had once eaten so many crawfish that I got hives to be particularly revealing. What it reveals, I'm not sure...As I said before, I am into truth in advertising so at one point I admonished her that I am a bit on the nerdy side. I revealed my love for the never-popular Genesis, that I play Dungeons & Dragons - that kinda stuff. Yet she was unphased. She jokingly called me "moderately intelligent". Her phone rang at one point - it was her father - but she didn't answer. I dunno if it's because I was more interesting or she just wasn't in the mood to talk to him. A bit after 4, she had to go as she was to get her sons and meet up with her mother for birthday dinner. We traipsed out to the parking lot and talked for several minutes before she actually went on her way. There were many times throughout the afternoon when she would begin to say something and then stop. I tried to inveigle her to spill the beans but she wouldn't. All in good time, I guess. As we stood in the parking lot, she something akin to, "There's just something about you that makes me feel good inside. I don't know what to say when I'm around you."
Considering that I went into this only wanting sex, my mind was remarkably unoccupied with it when we were together. Instead I was just taken with how goofy and spontaneous she was. Sure, I eyed her up but I concentrated on getting to know this fair creature in a non-carnal way. I felt almost smitten.
While she was off with family, Stevie and I finished laying the shag on the boat. Once again, I got adhesive all over my hands and arms. But it's done! We ate dinner and I fell asleep on the couch while watching an episode of that series on the Blues. Again, I felt rather bad this morning. I checked my email to find that she had sent me a message yesterday night. I suppose that I should have called her. Ah well, I replied and she replied to my reply:
Falling asleep on the couch sounds so nice. I slept in my stifling hot bedroom, and woke up at 4:15 this morning. That wasn't good. I'm a tad bit sleepy right now. And the whole "working for the man" thing isn't appealing to me. And I feel badly because I'm drinking a cup of Starbucks iced coffee. In bed with the devil!
Let's get together - Are you interested in seeing "Super Size Me"? I'd like to CD shop too. You know what else we should do together? Go to the Candinas Chocolate place (I think it is in Verona) a mini pilgrimage.
I just remembered buying my first LP. It was Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, I got $10 for my 10th birthday and I went down to State Street to buy it at Discount Records (which is now a Pizza Hut, I think). I really loved that album. And the really huge headphones I'd wear to listen to it. Remember those?
Okay, that is enough of that (I'm a prolific emailer when I get started). Please call me, or write me, or send me psychic messages, and we can arrange to get together sometime.
Soon. Maybe.
Cookie Bush
07 June, 2004
Today Was An 8
Got copies of pictures taken up at Pine River last fall. Amusing. Why does every set of photos from there include at least one of The Pollack or myself or both of us passed out? Next month we return.
Miss Rosie told me on Saturday that Gina has taken quite a liking to me after having read some of my writing. "I would drop 100 pounds instantly if he took a liking to me." Let my affections not become the new fad diet.
I've got more music to send out. Empty Picture Frame - weren't you bitching about needing some?
Got copies of pictures taken up at Pine River last fall. Amusing. Why does every set of photos from there include at least one of The Pollack or myself or both of us passed out? Next month we return.
Miss Rosie told me on Saturday that Gina has taken quite a liking to me after having read some of my writing. "I would drop 100 pounds instantly if he took a liking to me." Let my affections not become the new fad diet.
I've got more music to send out. Empty Picture Frame - weren't you bitching about needing some?
Edison Lighthouse?
I need to take a shower. Badly.
*sniffs armpit*
Very badly.
I spent the early part of this morning down at Toad Hill supping coffee and doing crossword puzzles. I am going to miss being like Norm when the time comes. After that, I ran errands. By this I mean I drove from one part of town to the other and back as I either couldn't find a belt for a belt sander or forgot something or other. Stopped in at CZ to get a refill of go-juice and say hi to Jolene. At the end of it all, I had a new bookshelf and new bedsheets.
The shelf is nothing fancy - just this pre-hoolied thing that stacks atop others like it, of which I have 3. Unfortunately, the one in need of a partner, though quite similar, did not come predrilled and ready to accept the mounting brackets. So I had to chisel out a couple bits and some holes. Lemme tell ya, I really did a fucking number on it. Thank Christ my hatchet job will face the wall. Ah well, it worked.
I went to some outlet store that The Caffeinatrix recommended to get my bedsheets. I've spent the last couple summers sleeping on flannel sheets and I was ready for non-winter gear. I walked in and found the section for bed sheets. Upon finding a flat sheet of a suitably gaudy pattern, it dawned on me that I would need one of those hoolies with the elastic bits that goes over the matress. But I couldn't remember what they were called so I was forced to be the stupid single guy and ask the clerk. Fitted sheet! While I had her attention, I asked her for help with the pillow cases, as in what color to get. She thought the turqoise would do me right but I ixnayed that idea - light blues just ain't me. She pointed out a nice tope or tan or whatever you call it and I snatched them up and headed to the check out counter.
I stopped at Toad Hill on my way home to show The Caffeinatrix my booty as she had asked me to. It was she that described them as being tope-colored. You didn't think I knew "tope" to be a color, did ya? She gave her approval and home I went. Once I was finished vacuuming up all the wood particulate matter from the carpeting, I reorganized my shelves and put on my new sheets. My room doesn't really look any better but I think I've managed to disperse all the books and music a bit more evenly. Here's a snap of it:
After my bedroom regained some semblance of order, Stevie and I started putting the new carpeting on the deck of the pontoon boat. Here's a shot of it in dry dock before we put on the shag:
Today is Stevie's birthday so dinner was on me. Neither of us had much energy for going out so I ordered a pizza. Although not very special and it runs counter to the Atkins diet which he is on, Stevie was nonetheless appreciative as he worked hard today. And I suppose the fact that he was completely baked added to his hunger quotient.
Methinks summer has finally arrived as it was hotter than a French whore on dollar day today. My nutsack was hanging down to my knees and sticking to my thighs. I'm tired. Tired and sore. I went down to the garage to get my camera battery a short while ago and took a digger. Concrete is hard. There's something slick by the door. Tired, sore, and smelly. Must shower. Do some reading.
Tomorrow fairly busy. CD reviews to appease editor. Figure out how to start bank account in the name of my father's estate. Ponder what to do on Father's Day. Call Jennifer in AM to figure out lunch date...
Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon delight
I need to take a shower. Badly.
*sniffs armpit*
Very badly.
I spent the early part of this morning down at Toad Hill supping coffee and doing crossword puzzles. I am going to miss being like Norm when the time comes. After that, I ran errands. By this I mean I drove from one part of town to the other and back as I either couldn't find a belt for a belt sander or forgot something or other. Stopped in at CZ to get a refill of go-juice and say hi to Jolene. At the end of it all, I had a new bookshelf and new bedsheets.
The shelf is nothing fancy - just this pre-hoolied thing that stacks atop others like it, of which I have 3. Unfortunately, the one in need of a partner, though quite similar, did not come predrilled and ready to accept the mounting brackets. So I had to chisel out a couple bits and some holes. Lemme tell ya, I really did a fucking number on it. Thank Christ my hatchet job will face the wall. Ah well, it worked.
I went to some outlet store that The Caffeinatrix recommended to get my bedsheets. I've spent the last couple summers sleeping on flannel sheets and I was ready for non-winter gear. I walked in and found the section for bed sheets. Upon finding a flat sheet of a suitably gaudy pattern, it dawned on me that I would need one of those hoolies with the elastic bits that goes over the matress. But I couldn't remember what they were called so I was forced to be the stupid single guy and ask the clerk. Fitted sheet! While I had her attention, I asked her for help with the pillow cases, as in what color to get. She thought the turqoise would do me right but I ixnayed that idea - light blues just ain't me. She pointed out a nice tope or tan or whatever you call it and I snatched them up and headed to the check out counter.
I stopped at Toad Hill on my way home to show The Caffeinatrix my booty as she had asked me to. It was she that described them as being tope-colored. You didn't think I knew "tope" to be a color, did ya? She gave her approval and home I went. Once I was finished vacuuming up all the wood particulate matter from the carpeting, I reorganized my shelves and put on my new sheets. My room doesn't really look any better but I think I've managed to disperse all the books and music a bit more evenly. Here's a snap of it:
After my bedroom regained some semblance of order, Stevie and I started putting the new carpeting on the deck of the pontoon boat. Here's a shot of it in dry dock before we put on the shag:
Today is Stevie's birthday so dinner was on me. Neither of us had much energy for going out so I ordered a pizza. Although not very special and it runs counter to the Atkins diet which he is on, Stevie was nonetheless appreciative as he worked hard today. And I suppose the fact that he was completely baked added to his hunger quotient.
Methinks summer has finally arrived as it was hotter than a French whore on dollar day today. My nutsack was hanging down to my knees and sticking to my thighs. I'm tired. Tired and sore. I went down to the garage to get my camera battery a short while ago and took a digger. Concrete is hard. There's something slick by the door. Tired, sore, and smelly. Must shower. Do some reading.
Tomorrow fairly busy. CD reviews to appease editor. Figure out how to start bank account in the name of my father's estate. Ponder what to do on Father's Day. Call Jennifer in AM to figure out lunch date...
Afternoon delight
06 June, 2004
01 June, 2004
To Make Truth Together (Letter To A Friend)
Hey Miss Pamela,
I can be reached at:
608-###-####.
Bad news. I probably won't be able to make it up to Elvira this weekend - gotta fix a couple laptops. I am, however, trying to reschedule with the guy to get it done during the week - stay tuned.
Things here are OK. Business is pretty brisk which is really nice. I just got back from a job a little while ago and have another tomorrow morning. With the crappy weather I haven't been doing a whole fuck of a lot outside, unfortunately.
I got a couple checks from my dad's estate recently and have paid off most of his bills. I keep getting statements from the hospital down there for the services they performed the day he died but they read "THIS IS NOT A BILL" so I dunno when they'll want their $500. I think I need to set aside some time and just look at some pictures and whatnot of the old man. Since I got back to Madison, I've been caught up in my own hoo-ha and matters of his estate but not really much thinking about him. Methinks I need to do so. There have been times lately in which I feel bad for not feeling bad that he's gone. That and I've just been in a rather odd mood lately. Not bad, just weird.
I went to the bookstore yesterday and bought an assload of classical music and several books. Got one about astrophysics which probes the nature of the universe and time. Got one about the early history of Christianity too, and others. I can't tell if I'm searching for something new or am just trying to clarify the thoughts in my head. I spent 10 minutes the other day folding laundry and, while doing that, I contemplated whether there was a meaning to life or not.
Yesterday I read the first couple chapters of that book on the first few hundred years of Christianity. The author discussed how the old Jewish attitudes towards marriage, divorce, sex, abortion, etc. changed with the coming of Christ. Things took a turn for the worse for womyn and there were groups that eschewed sex even within the confines of marriage - being chaste was how you got close to God. So I read this and then go poking around SG. That Morgan chickie is beautiful! I sat there for a while just ogling her breasts and kept wondering how anyone could repress their sexuality in the manner I had read about. I mean nature was so nice!
ape + walking erect - fur + more gray matter = Morgan, Miss Pamela, Voltaire, etc.
Come on! I kept thinking about various Christian attitudes that make absolutely no sense to me and it made me sad. Sadder than it should have. What a travesty to make sexuality into such a dirty, tainted thing when it's one of the most beautiful and potent bits of our humanity. It was weird to be gawking at a woman's breasts only to find that I was thinking mostly in metaphysical terms and not lustful ones.
Either I just think too much or there's something afoot in the old brain box.
So that's what's shaking in my part of the world. Wie gehts es dir? How's Bill doing? I hope all is well out east.
XOXOXOXO
Palmer
Hey Miss Pamela,
I can be reached at:
608-###-####.
Bad news. I probably won't be able to make it up to Elvira this weekend - gotta fix a couple laptops. I am, however, trying to reschedule with the guy to get it done during the week - stay tuned.
Things here are OK. Business is pretty brisk which is really nice. I just got back from a job a little while ago and have another tomorrow morning. With the crappy weather I haven't been doing a whole fuck of a lot outside, unfortunately.
I got a couple checks from my dad's estate recently and have paid off most of his bills. I keep getting statements from the hospital down there for the services they performed the day he died but they read "THIS IS NOT A BILL" so I dunno when they'll want their $500. I think I need to set aside some time and just look at some pictures and whatnot of the old man. Since I got back to Madison, I've been caught up in my own hoo-ha and matters of his estate but not really much thinking about him. Methinks I need to do so. There have been times lately in which I feel bad for not feeling bad that he's gone. That and I've just been in a rather odd mood lately. Not bad, just weird.
I went to the bookstore yesterday and bought an assload of classical music and several books. Got one about astrophysics which probes the nature of the universe and time. Got one about the early history of Christianity too, and others. I can't tell if I'm searching for something new or am just trying to clarify the thoughts in my head. I spent 10 minutes the other day folding laundry and, while doing that, I contemplated whether there was a meaning to life or not.
Yesterday I read the first couple chapters of that book on the first few hundred years of Christianity. The author discussed how the old Jewish attitudes towards marriage, divorce, sex, abortion, etc. changed with the coming of Christ. Things took a turn for the worse for womyn and there were groups that eschewed sex even within the confines of marriage - being chaste was how you got close to God. So I read this and then go poking around SG. That Morgan chickie is beautiful! I sat there for a while just ogling her breasts and kept wondering how anyone could repress their sexuality in the manner I had read about. I mean nature was so nice!
ape + walking erect - fur + more gray matter = Morgan, Miss Pamela, Voltaire, etc.
Come on! I kept thinking about various Christian attitudes that make absolutely no sense to me and it made me sad. Sadder than it should have. What a travesty to make sexuality into such a dirty, tainted thing when it's one of the most beautiful and potent bits of our humanity. It was weird to be gawking at a woman's breasts only to find that I was thinking mostly in metaphysical terms and not lustful ones.
Either I just think too much or there's something afoot in the old brain box.
So that's what's shaking in my part of the world. Wie gehts es dir? How's Bill doing? I hope all is well out east.
XOXOXOXO
Palmer
Playing the Fool
Tonight I went over to a woman's house to fix a 'puter. I love spyware! I've made so much coin from removing it, I've lost count. However, I did run into a dandy that I've never seen before. It took some hunting and pecking through the the mass of dynamic link libraries in the \Winders\System folder but I found was I was looking for. The woman called me her savior. hehe Tomorrow morning I have another job and another one on Saturday. Business is getting brisk and, as Martha Stewart would say, that's a good thing.
I got a copy of the Genesis show I attended back in '86 - the first concert I ever went to. 17 years, 7 months, 25 days ago. Yikes! Not a particularly noteworthy gig in the grand scheme of things, but, since I was there, it is special to me. For the introduction to "Home By the Sea", Phil had the audience doing that goofy "ooh ooh oooh" chant hoolie that Bears fans did back then. And then when they did "...In That Quiet Earth" into "Apocalypse in 9/8"...magic...
Right now, I have this huge caffeine buzz. The woman whose PC I fixed furnished me with 40oz of strong coffee. I sang and bounced around to the music the whole drive home.
Tomorrow I have a PC fix-it job @ 8:30AM then a business meeting at 11:30. Plus I still need to find an auto parts store. Somewhere in there I'll make lasagne. I've got the cheesy filling done. I should fry up the sausage tonight so I only have to make the sauce and pasta tomorrow.
OK, I need to eat something having had all this coffee. I don't wanna have me a Henry Fool episode.
Tonight I went over to a woman's house to fix a 'puter. I love spyware! I've made so much coin from removing it, I've lost count. However, I did run into a dandy that I've never seen before. It took some hunting and pecking through the the mass of dynamic link libraries in the \Winders\System folder but I found was I was looking for. The woman called me her savior. hehe Tomorrow morning I have another job and another one on Saturday. Business is getting brisk and, as Martha Stewart would say, that's a good thing.
I got a copy of the Genesis show I attended back in '86 - the first concert I ever went to. 17 years, 7 months, 25 days ago. Yikes! Not a particularly noteworthy gig in the grand scheme of things, but, since I was there, it is special to me. For the introduction to "Home By the Sea", Phil had the audience doing that goofy "ooh ooh oooh" chant hoolie that Bears fans did back then. And then when they did "...In That Quiet Earth" into "Apocalypse in 9/8"...magic...
Right now, I have this huge caffeine buzz. The woman whose PC I fixed furnished me with 40oz of strong coffee. I sang and bounced around to the music the whole drive home.
Tomorrow I have a PC fix-it job @ 8:30AM then a business meeting at 11:30. Plus I still need to find an auto parts store. Somewhere in there I'll make lasagne. I've got the cheesy filling done. I should fry up the sausage tonight so I only have to make the sauce and pasta tomorrow.
OK, I need to eat something having had all this coffee. I don't wanna have me a Henry Fool episode.
Mind Asking Questions
Today I paid off my car. And my credit card. Plus I paid most of my dad's remaining bills. Finally, I sent my insurance company the remaining balance for this period. It sucks having to cut nearly $4000 worth of checks but most of my debt has been relieved and I will save on interest. I was so happy that I went down to Toad Hill to buy lunch for The Caffeinatrix and Jimmy Downtown. Because of a schedule change, Downtown had the day off so it was just me and The Caffeinatrix. A nice treat for one especially stressed-out lady.
Books - I bought books yesterday. Having read a couple of Julie's entries, our discussion out on the boat Friday about various strains of Protestantism, and my general sense of paranoia about he Xtian Right led me over to the religion aisle. I need to know more about this leviathan that is Xtianity. And at Miss Regan's baptism a couple weeks ago, I gained more questions. Since mass was ongoing, we sat in an anteroom where I found a Catholic dictionary. Flip, flip. Baptism. It rids the baptisee of Original Sin and some other lesser ones. However, it does not remove mortality and concupiscence. Oh, that's rich. It removes from a person all the crap the Church made up but leaves the all the real bits of our nature intact. I found the idea that sweet little Miss Regan was this heinous individual despite only being a few months old to be ridiculous and insulting. These feelings were compounded when I read that, for Catholics, people are endowed with this Original Sin hoolie at conception. She was screwed from the get-go. What kind of nonsense was this?
Anyway, I trolled around the aisle until a saleswoman approached me. She turned out to be exceedingly helpful - almost to the point of pushy. She recommended God's Secretaries, an account of the creation of the Knig James Bible. It, being about books, immediately appealed to me and I tucked it under my arm. Next was Elaine Pagel's Adam, Eve, and the Serpent. It's about the early years of Xtianity and how it's doctrines, which changed Western civilization, came about. One thing that really amazed me was the number of books about The Da Vinci Code. It's a fucking cottage industry! I wonder if Dan Brown is getting a piece of the action on this. I don't understand what the big deal is. It's a mediocre novel, at best. The idea behind the story is intruguing enough, but the story itself became hackneyed once those goons started chasing the protagonists. For me, however, the worst sin of all is Brown's writing. It's at the level of comic books. (No offense intended towards those like Alan Moore, et al.) Hey, I can read and understand concepts beyond those of the 4th grade! Ah, lots of people liked it and I can't begrudge them. I guess I just went into it with expectations too high. I was hoping for something akin to Eco but got the literary equivlent of McDonalds.
I went down the next aisle and snagged Ibn Warraq's Why I Am Not a Muslim. Beneath a shelf there was a section on language so I picked up a volume on the history of English as well as Steven Pinker's The Language Instinct. From there it was off to the science section where I snagged Paul Davies' About Time and Matt Ridley's book on the human genome. Before leaving, I ordered Pragmatic Liberalism by Charles W. Anderson, an old professor of mine. I'd lent the book to a friend of mine several years ago and never got it back after I switched jobs so I figured I'd get a new copy. Prof. Anderson's class had a tremendous impact on my life so I figured I'd pay him back by buying the hardcover edition of the book.
And so I've got some reading to do. I haven't been doing much lately and I'm hoping this will kickstart the habit. I have so many questions in my mind that require more knowledge for careful consideration. So much to know, so much to clarify. Ya know, I folded laundry a couple days ago and spent the entire time pondering the meaning of life. I fecal matter thee not. I wrote an essay which broached the topic some time ago and I asked myself whether I still agreed with what I had written. While I would write it differently now, I found that I still felt much the same.
I gave some tunes to Jolene yesterday and discovered that she's a big Pavement fan. I found this rather odd as I would never have guessed that she'd be into their music but I knew she liked Primus as well and she doesn't seem the bastardo type either. Go figure. I hope she's in the mood for gospel because one of the CDs had a fair amount of it.
Auto parts store...must find one...
Today I paid off my car. And my credit card. Plus I paid most of my dad's remaining bills. Finally, I sent my insurance company the remaining balance for this period. It sucks having to cut nearly $4000 worth of checks but most of my debt has been relieved and I will save on interest. I was so happy that I went down to Toad Hill to buy lunch for The Caffeinatrix and Jimmy Downtown. Because of a schedule change, Downtown had the day off so it was just me and The Caffeinatrix. A nice treat for one especially stressed-out lady.
Books - I bought books yesterday. Having read a couple of Julie's entries, our discussion out on the boat Friday about various strains of Protestantism, and my general sense of paranoia about he Xtian Right led me over to the religion aisle. I need to know more about this leviathan that is Xtianity. And at Miss Regan's baptism a couple weeks ago, I gained more questions. Since mass was ongoing, we sat in an anteroom where I found a Catholic dictionary. Flip, flip. Baptism. It rids the baptisee of Original Sin and some other lesser ones. However, it does not remove mortality and concupiscence. Oh, that's rich. It removes from a person all the crap the Church made up but leaves the all the real bits of our nature intact. I found the idea that sweet little Miss Regan was this heinous individual despite only being a few months old to be ridiculous and insulting. These feelings were compounded when I read that, for Catholics, people are endowed with this Original Sin hoolie at conception. She was screwed from the get-go. What kind of nonsense was this?
Anyway, I trolled around the aisle until a saleswoman approached me. She turned out to be exceedingly helpful - almost to the point of pushy. She recommended God's Secretaries, an account of the creation of the Knig James Bible. It, being about books, immediately appealed to me and I tucked it under my arm. Next was Elaine Pagel's Adam, Eve, and the Serpent. It's about the early years of Xtianity and how it's doctrines, which changed Western civilization, came about. One thing that really amazed me was the number of books about The Da Vinci Code. It's a fucking cottage industry! I wonder if Dan Brown is getting a piece of the action on this. I don't understand what the big deal is. It's a mediocre novel, at best. The idea behind the story is intruguing enough, but the story itself became hackneyed once those goons started chasing the protagonists. For me, however, the worst sin of all is Brown's writing. It's at the level of comic books. (No offense intended towards those like Alan Moore, et al.) Hey, I can read and understand concepts beyond those of the 4th grade! Ah, lots of people liked it and I can't begrudge them. I guess I just went into it with expectations too high. I was hoping for something akin to Eco but got the literary equivlent of McDonalds.
I went down the next aisle and snagged Ibn Warraq's Why I Am Not a Muslim. Beneath a shelf there was a section on language so I picked up a volume on the history of English as well as Steven Pinker's The Language Instinct. From there it was off to the science section where I snagged Paul Davies' About Time and Matt Ridley's book on the human genome. Before leaving, I ordered Pragmatic Liberalism by Charles W. Anderson, an old professor of mine. I'd lent the book to a friend of mine several years ago and never got it back after I switched jobs so I figured I'd get a new copy. Prof. Anderson's class had a tremendous impact on my life so I figured I'd pay him back by buying the hardcover edition of the book.
And so I've got some reading to do. I haven't been doing much lately and I'm hoping this will kickstart the habit. I have so many questions in my mind that require more knowledge for careful consideration. So much to know, so much to clarify. Ya know, I folded laundry a couple days ago and spent the entire time pondering the meaning of life. I fecal matter thee not. I wrote an essay which broached the topic some time ago and I asked myself whether I still agreed with what I had written. While I would write it differently now, I found that I still felt much the same.
I gave some tunes to Jolene yesterday and discovered that she's a big Pavement fan. I found this rather odd as I would never have guessed that she'd be into their music but I knew she liked Primus as well and she doesn't seem the bastardo type either. Go figure. I hope she's in the mood for gospel because one of the CDs had a fair amount of it.
Auto parts store...must find one...
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