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Recently I sent a note to Karl Scroggin. I told him about my pet sheep. I call her Elizabeth because she’s so Wooly (RIM shot!) Whenever I work in the back yard, I have WUIS on. And since I began doing this, Elizabeth has learned how to imitate human speech. [...]
Archive for August, 2007
What Makes Bood Bloil
Posted in writing on August 23, 2007 | No Comments »
New Language Laggards: PBS and . . .
Posted in writing on August 23, 2007 | No Comments »
All the promos for the PBS program about Emporer Penguins in Antarctica suggested a welcome break from the office action so I tuned in at 7p with plate full of tomato (from mein garden) sandwiches and a tall glass o’ iced tea. Less than a minute into the show, I turned the TV volume down [...]
Preferences (a poem)
Posted in writing on August 22, 2007 | No Comments »
Preferences
I prefer extolling the moral imperative
rather than abandoning it.
I prefer a sense of mis-direction
to no direction at all.
I prefer navy blue socks to brown
and white socks to argyle.
I prefer the reality of hope
to the fantasy of second-guessing.
I prefer the red wine of lips not kissed
to the vinegar of mutual antipathy over time.
I prefer chicken to [...]
Up Ticks In Process
Posted in writing on August 22, 2007 | No Comments »
Pictured above: the late great Maximum Labrador in my back yard, circa 2001.
Am running behind my intended posting a day, but I do intend to catch up in a matter of soon. Every now and then I flash on the notion that needlessly enduring excess heat makes me noble and that makes up for the [...]
Sunday Folding $alvation
Posted in writing on August 19, 2007 | No Comments »
The last time I ate a meal on North Dirksen Parkway, it was at the Fleetwood Restaurant, and I had “broasted chcken.” I was probably 25 years old. Today I joined my web client following his invitation to breakfast shortly before we were scheduled to meet anyhoo to talk about his web site. So today [...]
Friday Burgoo
Posted in writing on August 17, 2007 | No Comments »
Birthday salutations to Jennifer Bishop-Jenkins and Billl sharing a celebration in a Chi-collar community this evening. Jen is a former school teacher; now focused on efforts to eliminate the death penalty. Many years ago, someone murdered her sister, and her tireless dedication, via a formally organized entity focused on the task, helped convince our former [...]
30 Minutes Wednesday Afternoon
Posted in thoughts, writing on August 16, 2007 | No Comments »
“Dear Job,
“I got a message from Mary Ellen. The kids talk about you alot! We have nearly worn out your tape of songs and poems. The kids love the songs, and they bring back good memories of the good old days for me.
“If you ever decide to come East for a visit, we would all [...]
We support the wrong side in Iraq
Posted in thoughts, writing on August 15, 2007 | No Comments »
Saddam Hussein was undeniably a murderous tyrant who committed heinous crimes against humanity during his war with Iran and to the people of the nation he ruled. Lost in the fog following “#43’s Folly” is the fact that the Sunni party which dominated Iraqi government the way the Nazis dominated Germany for 10 years, was [...]
Resolution by the Cup
Posted in writing on August 14, 2007 | No Comments »
(Pictured above Lake View by Shirley Caldwell Smith)
A local CIVAG artist was kind to me at a Monday luncheon meeting to discuss her web site. Number one, she picked up the check at Incredibly Delicious. Number two, her kindness bought groceries for the next two weeks and coffee until October. Thank you Shirley [...]
An Assumed Name
Posted in thoughts, writing on August 13, 2007 | No Comments »
An Assumed Name
I am living
under
an assumed name:
the assumed name
Job Clifton Conger, IV.
But that is not
what Whitman called
“the me, myself.”
I am anonymous.
I am sonofaBITCH!
I am Technicolor jacket guy
I am anti-dark
I am hand well-shaken.
I am living
under an assumed
name
and so
are
you.
By Job Conger
. . . written Wednesday, November 6, 2000
. . . . published in Bear’ sKin by [...]
