in third grade stuff was tossed out the window

in third grade
mrs boyer was an alcholic lay teacher
she used to tell me to throw (the word) STUFF out the window
one day she came to school and her slip was like totally showing on her bony-ass legs
and i kindly told her
and she hated me ever after
but she gave me student of the year pin
what to make of such a melange

the kryptonite metaphor, though I'm much more kentish than a son of Jo-El e'er would 'fess unto

I sometimes describe the mutual alcoholism of my clients and myself insofar that any bit of it is harmful(for me, not for anyone whose relationship to alcohol is normal; I'm not a diabetic, but I also digress into that metaphor as well, that I myself CAN handle a brownie or even two, but I believe a diabetic couldn't...)

my latest reads : origins of comix and the originations of life

Latest book I've been reading was one on the origins of comic books, oddly enough. Recently been reading about the actual geophysothermal beginnings of life from a sort of organic chemistry perspective and I like how (in the complexity theory model) stuff just sort of(over eons beyond my imagining) builds up one layer at a timeit's as if life was SO ready to burst out, sort of Teilhardianly,y'know?

trust the inner elf and don't be fearflea feral fettered

and don't low the buggerwugges to heap fear pon you in the most feral way
cuz it ain't deserired

yep, she's one of us, so sit down, have a cup of strong coffee,sister, and listen up real good now,'kay?

when it comes to talking-on-the-phone to someone i've never met and just 'met' over the 'net, I am sorta fully stuck back in the last century, or perhaps its predecessor, since I like to get to be friends first over the keyboard and its 26 to the 26th powered empowerings.
Quirky, I 'fess, but we all have our ways, 'eh?


not long back(with a detour to purchase chow) from a cantankerous post-holiday let it all hang out session,and methinks that since that potent sauce no longer, day following another, bastes our goose, we recreate in miniature( an anthro teacher shared that in any subset of recoering people one could find the same views as in the fuller world, only more polarized,)to just let the world-in-micros found within the many-tabled rooms, replete with the world's mulchiest and possibly worst coffee, where even the decaf could make a sailor pray, become the therapy room and let-it-all-hang-out and just share ad nauseum, but oddly I fit in ever so well. And for me it beats my past of sitting on bar stools looking for that befriending which, since I didn't like myself, wasn't gonna hop in.

saw that vid on youtube about the chacmools of CC of dJ

Here is the 'rule-of-thumb' I seek to apply to my days off:
be with grand friends at the meets and
forgo thoughts of the office and my clientele
(they can find their own baba of wawa to drink in my abscence, I just know they can.)
there are times, one must 'fess I do worry about my clientsele, though it ought to be
'get-a-life' when I waderlessly wade into those mulch- and- muck mindstreams,
I'm not the kind to jot with a poisoned plume.
This one friend of mine, now a former friend, truly scarred my emotions today, superficially,tis true. I bespoke my large sadness over the vile evil upwhirling in the former Bombay and the response was
You're not god(nor God), stop troubling yourself, get off the cross, we need the wood, and such. Also, in a don juanian "I-never-think-about-stuff-I -don't-like' denialist way(i adore dJ but some of his utterances per CC are just so not even)" and I myself believe there is SOO much we can 'do about it'
Every words spoken by my now former friend were in Americanized English(Long Live The Nacirema, that backwards glancing clan, replete with their potlaches and latching onto barge-in bargains)
yet the sentiments were alien in the most fulsom mannerism.

we oughta be able to figure out a way not to need to have to work for a living and help society everso much moreso

that would the ideal be
to use this mind not for alcoholic fearful fetter fretting
but to figure a way to be both more utile to socialiety
and also to make a living more respectably than 'oaring and boaring,y'know?