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When Occupy SF Occupied My Car
Thanks Nan and Roody, sorry something went haywire in the posting of this, or at least it looks like it did on my end. And I can't believe you MET Kerouac! I will be jealous until I am pushing up daisies! In Atlanta right now for a wedding. My favorite southern phrase? When you enter, say, a Wal-Mart, the greeter will asks if you want a shopping cart by saying the following: "Hey there, y'all wanna buggy?" I would love one, thank you.— October 12, 2011 6:50 p.m.
Life on the Rim: The Surf Along the Pacific Ring of Fire
Excellent. Great read. Especially now that I love, literally, right on the San Andreas Fault. Our house practically straddles the crack. Gulp.— October 11, 2011 8:52 p.m.
Class Warfare
Bravo. Went to the Occupy San Francisco march last Wednesday, and had an interesting half a day with them on Friday. I wrote about it at THE ABNORMAL WIDTH, but the damn system won't let me open it to read it, I can only edit it. If you can open it, lemme know. Peace, my fellow free American.— October 11, 2011 8:45 p.m.
Drifting Away Snippet
I think that cleared something outta my soul. Clutter. Too many pinecones collected when I was a kid, whom I'd since forgotten I'd even forgotten.— October 6, 2011 9:07 p.m.
Confection Sugar--A Poem
The poetic evocation of longing and desire. And there is a place within in. A genuine creation. Bravo.— October 6, 2011 8:18 p.m.
thursday
dunno who frank is, but i likes your chops.— October 2, 2011 10:31 a.m.
Government Salami (a short story)
Glad you dug it. Someone else on another site read it and said I was sexist, anti-Semitic and penis obsessed. I replied that I was actually, as far as I knew, racist, homophobic and had an affinity for breasts.— October 1, 2011 10:15 p.m.
Government Salami (a short story)
Thanks again, good to hear some cheers once in awhile. I'm enjoying your stuff, as well. Might be a bit before I toss something up here, but you never know. Probably cheating being up in the bay area now. Oh well. ;-)— October 1, 2011 9:56 p.m.
$0 to $10,000 Faster Than Jesus
Thanks, Nan. Somehow Ernie Grimm passed on this one for publication earlier in the year (send him a complaint ;-). And I'm soon to start polishing up the book. I'll keep you apprised. Occupy Wall Street!!— October 1, 2011 4:17 p.m.
The Hitcher Snippet
A very sweet dreamy breeze. Once, on Highway 1 between Cambria and the long snaking stretch to Big Sur, I passed a girl like her. Hitchhiking. Alone. She looked like she had fallen from a hole in 1967. I thought about stopping the moment I passed her. I considered turning around and returning to her for the next year and a half.— October 1, 2011 2:34 p.m.