talking the talk
December 2, 2020
blah blah blah blah blah
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N30 + 21 = KN95
November 30, 2020
Sitting here in 2020 looking back to the WTO festivities of November 30, 1999 it was like a whiff of the future: a premonition. It’s easy to say in hindsight or maybe that was just a whiff of tear gas.
Happy Birthday Steve. It feels like your golden birthday was just the other day or maybe it was a lifetime ago. Sitting here in 2020 timelines are out the window.
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November 25, 2020
In the 1970's, an English mailman still delivers his parcels on a bicycle.
...The prime motive for using bicycles in every country except the United States, is always economics, because the bicycle is the only inexpensive way to transport people from home to work or school. Most bicycle owners in time learn to do their own running repairs, and it is not a drain on their earnings...
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THE BICYCLE that curious invention
Sybil and Stephen Leek
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if a canner can can cans
November 23, 2020
"the art of getting by" Mark W photo
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November 18, 2020
On vacation in this lockdown shutdown shitshow blackout wipeout rainstorm fuckfest that is 2020 I’ve had a chance to catch up on things I haven’t been able to get to like placing this book I've had for years on the table and then making a cup of coffee and flipping through it like a coffee table book. It's a keeper.
In addition I was able to make this list:
Tony the Tiger
Tony Toni Tone
It's the most wonderful time of this fucked up year so I like to get stuck on Toni Braxton in that red turtleneck. In addition I'd like to say I savored a bottle of Corona but it sucks in such a way that can only scratch the surface symbolically 2020 as I played Goatfish again and again with Junior and Junior Junior I sucked it down and hardened the fuck up.
Then in a rare moment of alone time I cut a fat line of diatomaceous earth and snorted it through a rolled up $2 bill ...
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vacation all I ever wanted and it stoned me
November 18, 2020
Outside the Center for Urban Horticulture I stood in the rain with a half inch of standing water contained in each shoe. Rain dripping off the brim of my Double Darn cap and onto the bundle of mail I was about to deliver. I briefly contemplated the difference in footprints created by shoes that are merely wet on the surface and shoes that are filled with water. Taking a moment to consider the squishy sounds soaked Sambas make on the clean dry flooring of empty locked down buildings. Just then an actual human exited the building and said “man, even though it’s raining, you have the greatest job around” and I smiled beneath my wet disposable mask and said “right on”
A couple hours later I took a picture because it'll last longer on the loading dock at MolES when the rain let up, the sun came up and we were getting dry. Almost let a pickup truck nearly pass us by.
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Every Good Boy Does Fine
November 16, 2020
Essentially essential until you’re not then you’re fading into the background another anthropomorphic grey zombie in the distance non-essentially mushy muzak cover of a Tears for Fears song vague memory lost with a jpeg attachment in a footer of a string of reply-all emails stacked too deep to dig through.
there's a room where the light won't find you
holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
when they do, I'll be right behind you
stepping back out into the rain humming and or mumbling the wrong lyrics because the mushy muzak version on the elevator was all instrumental it’s so far gone it’s almost subliminal but the smell of that girl in 9th grade comes back for a second and I have to ask how my brain jumped from here to there and back again
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November 12, 2020
Free Range Cycles
November 10, 2020
point of view
peek a boo
put ‘er there
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cozy beer coozie
November 9, 2020
a wee bit of
puke in my mouth
should we talk about the weather?
ask me about wardrobe decisions
overthinking the second guessing
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