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good day, sunshine…

Ahhh.. back at work, and the day is off to a decent start. 🙂 got my 5 mile walk in this morning, and it felt good to get home and showered before work. Current plans for the weekend involve surfing with Dave, Cathi and my Little Brother, if the swells are good Saturday AM. Didn’t get much sleep, but had a decent evening, tonight after work I’m planning on going with Suzy’s boyfriend Bernie to visit her, bring some magazines if she can have ’em, and try and keep her calm. I’ve not been to a prison visit in a long time (about a year) so I forget if certain things are contraband or not. Suzy’s in a real bind, but hopefully that now we’ve gotten her a real lawyer instead of a public defender, the wheels will speed up a bit. *fingers crossed*

off on a tangent. I’m currently on a Walt Whitman kick, as my earlier post may have shown. I think of that time period, and probably of the vast majority of american writers, he and Twain are very high up there on my list of faves, and I find them to be rather similar in mood and style. For a english lit guy, I have a huge love of american lit. From Ben Franklin to contempo stuff like Updike I think we’ve really got some great authors. in fact, I’m updating my interests right now. be back after that, and I get my morning java.

Hooray!

Crap day is over. Thursday ahead. good day, a Thursday.

So Swears I. Nothing will bug me today, and I’ll take everyone as they come. I double dog dare ’em to try. 🙂

Never underestimate the healing power of a kitten, leaves of grass, and a tall glass of iced tea.

Poem that got me going again –

AH POVERTIES, WINCINGS, AND SULKY RETREATS.
AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
(For what is my life or any man’s life but a conflict with foes, the
old, the incessant war?)
You degradations, you tussle with passions and appetites,
You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds the sharpest of
all!)
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses,
You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of
any;)
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother’d ennuis!
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come
forth,
It shall yet march forth o’ermastering, till all lies beneath me,
It shall yet stand up the soldier of ultimate victory.

You tell ’em, Walt!

Who says the US had no poets?

ok! found my song. :)

Here’s a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don’t worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry, be happy now

{Refrain}
Oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Don’t worry
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Be happy
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Don’t worry, be happy

{Refrain}

Ain’t got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don’t worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don’t worry, be happy
Look at me, I’m happy

{Refrain}
Give you my phone number
When you worry, call me, I make you happy

{Refrain}

Ain’t got no cash, ain’t got no style
Ain’t got no gal to make you smile
But don’t worry, be happy
‘Cause when you worry, your face will frown
And that will bring everyody down
So don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry, be happy now

{Refrain}

{Refrain}

Now there, is this song I wrote
I hope you learned it note for note
Like good little children
Don’t worry, be happy
Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy, be happy now

mp3 available at bottom of the page – http://www.freelines.ru/misc/dont_worry/

I’m stuck n post and reply mode. I think it’s due in part to the fact that I don’t want to sit still and think about my friends and myself even though I’m writing about them now.

to go by item.

1. I know 2 people in jail
2. I know 11 people who are potentially unemployed come end of month.
3. Does anyone get along with their parents? Not me, not many folks in lj-land, not many folks I work with. Is the generation gap getting wider?
4. I’m tired… and want to get my snooze-gear soon. You know the insomnia thing for Fight Club? That’s how dulled my senses are right now. Witty? I’m a dolt right now, and I know I can be more clever.

Must focus on something good. What good has happened today? I’m being too negative… can’t think of anything particularly positive that happened today.

Maybe if I get out of here at a decent hour, I can read a good book tonight, and lounge some. That’ll make stuff better. Will play with the cat. I’ll get some bubbles on the way home, and blow them for the kitty. I’ve got a weird vibe today… don’t like it. Need to find some good mood music, a nice color or something.

review.

The Low-Carb Cookbook: The Complete Guide to the Healthy Low-Carbohydrate Lifestyle with over 250 Delicious Recipes

My nominee for worst book of the year. This lame attempt at a high-octane crime thriller comes up far short of any sense of suspense or terror – or even mild interest.

I would describe the plot of “The Low-Carb Cookbook: The Complete Guide to the Healthy Low-Carbohydrate Lifestyle with over 250 Delicious Recipes,” but there is no plot. There seems to be no coherent story at all from one page to the next; just a list of edible ingredients and a short narrative on how to prepare them.

“The Low-Carb Cookbook: The Complete Guide to the Healthy Low-Carbohydrate Lifestyle with over 250 Delicious Recipes” starts out promisingly, with a short interlude on a nice steamed chicken with asparagus tips. However, that story line is never completed, nor is it ever referred to again. Instead, on the next page is a non-sequitor jump to another food-related storyline, this one involving a light pork steak roast with wild rice and corn.

I became so frustrated with “The Low-Carb Cookbook: The Complete Guide to the Healthy Low-Carbohydrate Lifestyle with over 250 Delicious Recipes,” I gave up on it just 130 pages in. There was no main character, no secondary characters, no love interest, no antagonist, no beginning, no middle, no end, no flashbacks, no climax, no humor, and no plot. Why anyone would ever buy and read “The Low-Carb Cookbook: The Complete Guide to the Healthy Low-Carbohydrate Lifestyle with over 250 Delicious Recipes” is a mystery to me.

The only possible use I can imagine for ” The Low-Carb Cookbook: The Complete Guide to the Healthy Low-Carbohydrate Lifestyle with over 250 Delicious Recipes” is if someone out there actually wanted to try to prepare the food dishes described within “The Low-Carb Cookbook: The Complete Guide to the Healthy Low-Carbohydrate Lifestyle with over 250 Delicious Recipes.” But as a taut crime thriller, “The Low-Carb Cookbook: The Complete Guide to the Healthy Low-Carbohydrate Lifestyle with over 250 Delicious Recipes” is a miserable failure.

Well, obviously, my post rate isn’t slowing down.

if anything it’s speeding up, due to the light workload today… I’m wating for stuff to show up, so I can finish my day. I imagine it’ll show up at 5 and give me a rush end of the day… I prefer a steady flow, but I guess the pokey time now is ok. Just polished off a lovely bowl of soup (veggie noodle! yum!) and a yummy lemon salad… yery tasty, and not terribly bad for me. 🙂 well, except for the salt in the soup, I guess… Looks like I spoke too soon about being slow today, some bfiller work just jumped on my desk. bah.

Yikes.

Pay your tickets, folks.

My pal Suzy, who is a cab driver (was a cab driver, I’m guessing now.) went to her cab today, on her way to drive me to work. Two policemen were waiting for her, and took her to jail for unpaid parking tickets. She was warned numerous times, but apparently one squeaked by, and she got nailed for it. She’s guaranteed a minimum of 10-14 days of jail time while she waits until the judge has time to see her plead her case, and then (due to her past record) she might end up spending between 90 days to 15 years in jail.

I have mixed feelings about this. I’m concerned for her even though I know she’s safe in holding right now, so I’m not overly concerned about her physical well-being. When I talked to her on the phone (I had the honor of being her call, since Her other pal only has a cell phone. Can’t call those from Florida jails. I hope that this will teach her a lesson, albeit a harsh one. I hope she gets tested for drug use while she’s there, ideally so she can clean up her act, if it isn’t already. (I suspect that she’s using, but don’t know)… also it’ll be good to maybe scare some sense into her.

While she’s in lockup, someone has to start and stop her car a few times a week to keep the engine form seizing, and we have to make sure her rent gets paid so she’ll have an apartment to come home to. (she lives in an efficiency, and pays week to week) Not only that, but I get to call her mom, dad and sibs to raise $$$ for a lawyer and commissary. (commissary is like a px, or store when you’re in jail… trust me, you need it) Jail isn’t free for prisoners, they have to pay for uniforms, meals, and etc, either immediately or at the end. (usually a combination of the two)

I was totally not expecting these extra responsibilities. I’m sorry, Brad, but it’ll be another month before I can have a paid membership here. It also looks like I’m going to be tossing some bucks to the judicial system in the next some weeks. ow. September birthdays are going to be leaner this year too. (By the way, it’s the day after Suzy’s birthday today! Nice Present! )

Know something people. Save your money, because if you live paycheck to paycheck, you can get knocked totally off-course. Seriously, have something to fall back on. Try your best to save 5% of your paycheck, at least. Worst case, you’ll have money in the bank when you need it, best case, you can retire comfortably.

Next few installments, how to get a bail bondsman, how to visit people in prison, how jail is *not* like the TV show Oz, How it *is* like Oz, and why Scotto associates with known felons.

I’m not sure how busy I’ll be the next few weeks, and how often I’ll be updating, but I’ll certainly be doing it all from work, so I can keep the phone free. (I can take incoming phone calls… but the net doesn’t deal with call waiting.. just ignores it, so I’ll be offline evenings.)

gnite! feeling good. :)

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

I’ve lived a life that’s full.
I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I’ve had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say – not in a shy way,
“No, oh no not me,
I did it my way”.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows –
And did it my way!