Sunday, November 21, 2010

Gettin' my civic duties on... helpin' otha's ta pikk ups they lil pet poopies...


So I am in the kitchen, the place is only about 2 months inhabited by it's current batch of tenants, a bunch a hooligans, social activists, life's practical has beensz still darin' ta be somebody and in one of the cabinets is a plethora of plastic bags we all eventually accumulate in our consumptionist type of lives. I am a bit perturbed, there is of course a solution and I am yet to decide on the ones available to me as I mull over doing laundry in the rain...

I put this issue to rest and proceed outside to check out the break in the downpour and pass by the area popular for pet owners to walk their dogs. I almost step on a wet pile of...



I look around for the plastic bag dispenser and find that there are no bags...



...unbelievable and to imagine the other piles of steaming dog doo that must be laying around it's contents, bacteria and toxins making it's way in the downpour into the storm drains.



I am on the verge of hurling... of relinquishing the omelet and sausage I had so enjoyably ate this morning, the fine coffee coming up afterwards as if an afterthought and to think I may have had wet dog shit on the bottom of my shoes...

I sense an epiphany as I run back n2 the apartment, retrieve the bags from that darn cabinet that irritated me earlier and replenish the neglected dispensers...



Sometimes there really isn't any glamour in addressing the simple yet necessary things...

Thursday, November 11, 2010

So here I AM...

It has been quite awhile since I last wrote uugghh (typed). I think I studied typing numerous times, once even at a reformation school and basically I sukk @ it. Anyhow... I no longer reside in Escondido for 1 as far as the numerous events surrounding my life. I also have lost some pretty Kool Kats, Frank and Beans, of whom I shall wrype about in the near future. I must warn ya though, the story is pretty chessy...:(:) ina sad happy way...

I struggle ta survive off of a dairy guy's salary. DCShoes was good ta me. I regret not having followed up ona few connections there and at a few other scenarios that could have been advantageous for my, as they say, career path, is concerned but what can I say?... the dairy has been good to me as well and I can only hope that I can reciprocate such considerations in kind 1 day.

In the Struggle though I am learning that as a true Scriber of events and consequently, of Life itSelf, 1 can only evolve through experience. Emotions and how one suits them at any given time in their existence can not be learned through text. One can only be a professional life liver for so long before it becomes best to just give in and prey for the best.

So far, the locale has changed, more pleasant fer sho, the company in mo' wayz than one differnet yet the same. I believe though that there is finally a substance to the travails, that in some form er fashion, the resolution is forthcoming although the work shall never be the more for less.

I love the transition, to be simple and direct only complexed by everyone elses' confounded and self-complicated sense of EGO of which I Shall dutifully learn ta rectify myself from...

I wish I could talk about Major Potter in depth especially on a day like today but I just seem ta remember residing in San Miguel whereupon before a considered adoption, I was heralded by a cackle of native squaws as a "No Back" so that I suppose my last name never became Novak... I considered changing my name nevertheless, a thought having pre-occcupied my mind since Semptember 11th. The voices though on the side of here and there, well, no one ever spoke up for my real father and the sides unspoken, existing only half unreal and jus' 'bout nah that much ofa World away... Pray...