In A Hand Basket

by Xochizlan

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"I had rather be a canker in his hedge than a rose in his grace, and it better fits my blood to be disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any: In this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied that I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and seek not to alter me."
- William Shakespeare, _Much Ado About Nothing_

"Make no friends with an angry man; and with a furious man thou shalt not go: Lest thou learn his ways, and get a snare to thy soul."
Proverbs 22:24-25 (KJV)

"The most dangerous man, to any government, is the man who is able to think things out for himself, without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane and intolerable, and so, if he is romantic, he tries to change it. And even if he is not romantic personally he is very apt to spread discontent among those who are."
- HL Mencken

"Too many people in this gutless world have come under the impression that writers are a race of finks, queers and candy asses to be bilked, cheated and mocked as a form of commercial sport. It should be noted, therefore, in the public interest, that some writers possess .44 Magnums and can puncture beer cans with 240-grain slugs from that weapon at a distance of 150 yards."
-Dr. Hunter S Thompson

"You are a sick, twisted, sadistic, monsterous fuck. But you know, these are your finer qualities."

"I was told when I grew up I could be anything I wanted: a fireman, a policeman, a doctor-- even President, it seemed. And for the first time in the history of mankind, something new, called an astronaut. But like so many kids brought up on a steady diet of Westerns, I always wanted to be the avenging cowboy hero-- that lone voice in the wilderness, fighting corruption and evil wherever I found it, and standing for freedom, truth and justice. And in my heart of hearts I still track the remnants of that dream wherever I go, in my endless ride into the setting sun."
-Bill Hicks, _Revelations_

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The toaster

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Thanks to the Elf, I have a Toastabag. So I needed a toaster, as I
didn't have one.

Now I do.
6th Jun 2006, 03:38   | tags:,comments (4)

I was followed by a pidgeon on the way to the store

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6th Jun 2006, 03:37   | tags:,,comments (1)


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2nd Jun 2006, 03:57   | tags:comments (9)

Hide and seek

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For bonus points, find the Elf's shoe.
2nd Jun 2006, 03:56   | tags:,,comments (10)

Sasquatch needs Chucks, too

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This summer

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Summer, where I'm from, is a time to slow down. Move less deliberately. It's
a matter of survival.

On a night like this, when the breeze is a warm kiss and the air drapes over
you like a shroud, escape often takes the form of a sweaty glass.

In the South, many summer nights were spent sitting outside, slowly sipping
cool mint juleps and whiskey sours.

I wonder what we'll drink on the summer nights in New York.
31st May 2006, 03:46   | tags:,,,comments (2)

My hovel away from hovel

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The classroom really isn't so bright; the illumination is from my flash.
Most days at lunch I just lock the door, turn off the lights, and enjoy the solitude.
30th May 2006, 17:27   | tags:,comments (4)

Land ho!

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I'm sure by now everyone knows I'm from New Orleans. And that bad patch of
weather at the end of last August is the reason I'm now in New York.

After a seven month absence I returned to the swamp a little over a month
ago. I took a few hundred pictures. This is one of my favorites.

Dotting New Orleans you'll find boats now, sitting in yards, on sidewalks.
This one was on the median in front of the University of New Orleans, where
I taught once upon a time. When the flood waters receded, they were
abandoned where they were grounded.

What you can't really see so clearly, because I took this on my old digital
camera, is that on the side of the boat a fraternity had spray painted
directions to a party they had a few weeks earlier. It is, in its own silent
way, the perfect testament to the blithe stupidity of the people of New
27th May 2006, 07:02   | tags:comments (6)