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the end! every time i look in sky i see why purple says glow down. you ink loins where time destroys and comic pollution questions apparitions. fire? ranger, tell me where diary sits.
is forestry for you? what would it bring? do voice boxes ring? let's take it down and back. let's walk slower down the same trail we were on. let's hold hands and see what happens when we sit our eyes on and through the blade. it's there. welcome. i said welcome.
i was too caught up most of the time in the drinky state of tennessee's nights to stand next to you on your road. i just wanted you to be on my team. battin' h's. i just wanted to see you next to me in my rear view. always in the rear view. thanks for not giving in old brother. old lover. my sister.
From New West:
Montana House members grew dreamy and placid as cowboy poet and singer Ken Overcast serenaded the chamber with the proposed Montana lullaby. Rep. Wayne Stahl, R-Saco is introducing a bill to designate the song as the official state lullaby. If passed, Montana would be the first state to have an official lullaby.
Found a nice old map of the Missouri headwaters.
This remarkable document illustrates the confidence Native people possessed in their knowledge of their environment. It also demonstrates the relationships that had been forged between Indians and Europeans prior to the Lewis and Clark expedition.
Drawn first in the snow by Ac ko mok ki, a Blackfeet leader, in February 1801, this map was copied onto paper by Hudson’s Bay Company trader, Peter Fidler.
Ac ko mok ki’s map describes a region of some 200,000 square miles. It is drawn with west at the top of the page (wink!); the double line crossing from left to right represents the Rocky Mountains. It shows two rivers running west from the Rockies, and seventeen rivers flowing east. The Missouri River is represented by the line down the center of the map. Fidler added details regarding the Native American tribal populations in the region.
This Afternoon...Freezing rain...Snow...Rain with a chance of sleet. Precipitation May be heavy at Times. Snow and sleet accumulation around an inch. Blustery with highs in the lower 30s. Northeast winds 15 to 25 mph with gusts up to 40 mph. Chance of precipitation near 100 percent.
Tonight...Freezing rain...A chance of sleet and rain in the evening...Then a chance of snow after midnight. Total accumulation of 3 to 5 inches. Lows around 18. Northwest winds 10 to 20 mph with gusts up to 45 mph. Chance of precipitation near 100 percent.
Got a new 1993 Bridgestone road bike Saturday. Never ridden, just out of the box with fresh grease, new tires, cables, housing, bar tape. It's truly a stunning time capsule. Coming up with a name is gonna be tricky for this little gal. Gonna be a keeper. Hopefully tomorrow night I'll get some numbers from the local bike shop and start fitting her to me. Need new stem and headset, new pedals. Celebrated with a couple Sierra Nevada 2007 Bigfoot Expedition Ales. Very fine, very fine... 9.6% love by volume.
On movies, Catherine Hardwicke is set to direct The Monkey Wrench Gang, a bit of info here. Filming is slated to start in May. Keepin an eye out for these coming up: Seraphim Falls, No Country For Old Men, Into the Wild, 3:10 to Yuma.
more free talk from an older andy earles post, i'm assuming these tips are from gregg turkington...?
**You can use a Uruguayan 10 centismo piece as a U.S. quarter in many candy and cigarette machines. These coins can be obtained cheaply (or if you’re lucky, FREE!) in Uruguay and can really cut your expenses down drastically for candy and cigarettes. Similarly, the Icelandic 5 auran piece (pre-1972) has been known to work in parking meters and some bathroom condom/novelty vending machines. Stock up next time you are in Iceland!
**FREE gasoline. Park in a service station directly over their filler hole. Lift off the lid (you may need special tools for this steal them!) and run down 35 feet of rubber tubing through a large hole you’ll need to cut in the floor of your car ahead of time, then turn on the electric pump which you have installed to feed into your gas tank. All the bastards will ever notice is a parked car full of smiling freaks.
The Welfare Scam: Pretend to be crazy and poor. The red-tape loving bastards don’t make it easy to get this FREE money, but since most of those who really need it are too uneducated and drunk to be able to make sense of Uncle Sam’s bureaucracy, us freaks can use our patience for their endless game playing and form-filling-out to make ourselves wards of the state and let that beautiful silver shine in our pockets on a regular basis.
while panning for gold is still my favorite free money scheme, i'd have to say that seasonal jobs in locales west are by far the most lucrative and productive: job terminates, collect unemployment for 6 months, eat on food stamps, get a new seasonal job at end of 6 months. work half the year at a ski mt or in the middle of nowhere on fed land and spend the other half in the desert (in the middle of nowhere) or whatever else you can think of. but its true, the game-playing and endless forms can wear on you- you gotta use someone's address who is geographically stable and have access to a phone to call in bi-weekly and answer questions about your financial situation and report on how you "go job-hunting all the time but with no luck." all in all though, definitely worth the cash.
excerpt from an article by charlie leduff, posted on north bank fred's site
While the federal welfare overhaul five years ago put single mothers to work, many California counties continue to make payments to capable indigent men. For instance, San Francisco gives $395 a month plus food stamp vouchers. Similarly, Los Angeles gives more than $220 and $135 in food stamps.
The counties' welfare programs are not linked by computer and there is little to stop a person from collecting his benefits in San Francisco, jumping the freight train and making his way to Los Angeles to collect again.
With fake identification, a person can collect welfare perhaps four times a month. The tramp will more likely spend it on crack and booze, since mission food is free.
"These riders are billing the system for tens of millions," said Detective Mike Quakenbush of the Portland, Ore., police, who five years ago hunted down a tramp known as Sidetrack who was convicted of killing four tramps and using their identities to cheat welfare.
"He had upwards of 20 accounts and kept a book to keep it straight," the detective said. "He was whacking guys, then opening welfare accounts across the country in their names. The welfare authorities don't like to check."
ny times review on leduff's new book, US GUYS - The True and Twisted Mind of the American Mani gotta take myself outta this place. spiralling inward too quick. this city does that to you, all of this part of the country does- you shoot inward, you put too much emphasis on your thoughts, of the processes you come up with in your mind to progress your thinking or to enable the progression of your thought processes... see where this is going? a loathsome inward spiral of self-awareness.... etc so lets take it out. take me out of it.
here. i'll try and get a new focus by seeing through another's eyes...
i'll stay here for a while.
just before moving to montana i sold most of my valuables. i regret having sold my touring bike sometimes, but i can replace it. i hate the word regret. and i don't like people who refrain from using the word hate. i'm not sure i even regret it, i just wish i had a touring bike now. and 2 of the guitars i sold! epiphone les paul. mmmmm the crunchy love. not that i could play worth a shit but it was nice to be able to play when i wanted to. adios hagstrom viking... aint she a doll?
really wanting to write but i can't seem to get a focus or direction. i am full with material and about to explode but i have no blueprint in my head. i'm too scattered. i need a week away, alone. out of the city. i need woods. badly. and drugs and alcohol. i do need woods though. i need no voices. i could use a good friend here, thats for sure. got a nice surprise from mom showing up the night before my birthday! total surprise. very sweet.
had to take mom to the airport at 4am this morning, drove around boston till 5:30 trying to figure out how to get back into cambridge. tunnel partially closed. asked 2 guys in a taxi, they ended up following me and asking me at the next light if i needed anything else, "noticed you had out-of-state tags." people are so kind here.
i'm starting a list of books/movies/music (or other fun) created or originating in 1975, my birthyear. i think it was a good year.
(happy birthday, me.)
horses, patti smith
monkey wrench gang, ed abbey
tonight's the night, neil young & crazy horse
one flew over the cuckoo's nest
pine ridge indian reservation shootout
nuthin fancy, lynard skynard
red-headed stranger, willie nelson
zuma, neil young & crazy horse
watergate
"I’ve seen just how much I can stand
One night in Kansas City, we thought about killing a man
Seen my number fly by on Interstate Ten
Seen the mountains of Montana at Seven AM.
And I keep it all together for the sake of the kids
Got your fine-ass self on the back of my lids
Hell No, I Ain’t Happy.
But I ain’t too crappy, too crappy at all."
- drive-by truckers
just saw pan's labyrinth in harvard square. okay visually but i can do without the repeated bludgeoning. and the girl being the only one privy to the gore-enriched fantasy underworld- was it her imagination's creation? whose souped-up 12-year old imagination are we talking about here? honestly not too impressed with it. some of the sets were so dark i just started to feel like they were afraid of detail in the production. even a dreary, lonely, new england night has more feeling, depth and color than pan's world. i'd like to invite guillermo on a tour of the enchanted forest in the basement of goldsmith's in 1982 downtown memphis. sorry. pretty uninterested in everything though. no revelations here.
cambridge, you are dead to me.
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dead moon retired.
Running away, i knew i was wrong
I tried to fit in where i didn't belong
Wearing their clothes, playing their games
Being a part of that urban decay
Don't burn the fires, i'm never coming home
When the morning sky was cold and grey
I could hear the whispers of my own mistakes
Those warning eyes, that final touch
No one seemed to care that much
So don't burn the fires, i'm never coming home
And when i'd reached my destination
I thought someday i might return
Cause deep inside was the need
To feel the home fires burn
But a faltering voice merely whispered
My name as if we'd never expected to
Hear it again, and my heart grew
Cold to that indifferent sound
As i slowly laid the receiver down
-dm
hey massachusetts, lets be so miserable and wretchedly uncomfortable in our own skin that we only feel okay when we deconstruct everything to the point that there is no longer any soul or essence left in anything we touch, ok?
6 months left to go here. got a nice surprise from bailey showing up in town. of course, its supposed to rain the couple free days i have that we could ride.
really wish i had a copy of andy earle's patio tapes. 1-800-for the love of god, can we all not do coke? its been years since i've heard it. been too long. seems shelby was involved.
lately i feel the urge to do anything physical just to feel alive- snapping my wrists all night with rubber bands, tightening my stomach muscles while i pace the floor (its tricky like the pat-your-head/rub-your-belly thing), wearing as little as possible so i can be cold.
looking forward to ass-long trips through the high desert, red rock and mountains on bike with chico. weminuche camping trips... my new sleeping bag is bored here. chris m used to do pulls on the van window while transporting crap between stores. anything to keep moving. speaking of, i think i've acquired restless-leg syndrome. its been a couple weeks since it bothered me while trying to sleep but my legs were getting so jerky that i couldn't lay still long enough to fall asleep. it would go on for 2-4 hours most nights. maybe i'm just so tired now from being up late at a night job that it doesn't effect me....
went by the old house in nutbush/berclair on christmas eve. a tradition i usually carry out with melissa but she has a family now and was with in-laws for more holiday celebration. stopped at a gas station to buy a couple sweets for mom's stocking and splurged $6 on powerball and scratch tickets. its christmas. this gas station sits directly atop the land i used to run through till i turned 13 and mom's new husband moved us to a nicer area of town. (begin nonconnah creek/ softshell turtle years).
it wasnt hard to figure things out back then, when i still knew the exact line between my world and the insanity of others. right where that gas station now sits, i could feel the presence of a box turtle a couple seconds before i walked up on it. daddy taught me this way. he grew up in these woods too. the wolf river bottoms. he took me fishing down here. during the years he was driving 18-wheelers he kept a couple bamboo poles inside the bushes in the backyard. nylon line wrapped tight around the length of hollow yellow.
our old house had the best lights on the block this christmas eve. the parked ski boat at the middle turnout/cove was gone.
