"...buried"

It's about 2am. 'Just drove my VW van onto my window ledge. It's already buried. Snow coming easily one to near two inches an hour now. Please do--not-drive. I know how we are, but don't do it. Not this time. Shop early before afternoon. After that City Hall sez it could be dangerous.

Be safe be well.

"... My life so far"

I’ve had stitches seen Niagara Falls had Chicken Pox. Lived through three Pandemics three wars attempted overthrows,...including one last week. Shot a gun failed tests yet graduated.

Never broke bones, but had surprise operations.

I’ve never been skiing, but had jury duty.

I punched a few guys,…with cause. I have been drunk, but not when I punched anybody. Was never divorced…or married. I swam in the ocean drove cars been on an ocean liner. Was stung by assorted bees. Though not in the ocean.

Had racist and or homophobic shit happen my whole life.

I like cake…ice cream too. I worry about if the ants are okay. I watch dust motes. I’ve been to other countries.

'Was slugged at a demo by a cop saw some UFO’s, and several ghosts. Though not at that demonstration. 'Had dogs cats, and a turtle. Though not at the same time.

There’s other stuff, but this is what I’m putting on my application to the Angelic Civil Service. If Sister Alice my 4th grade teacher who I guess would be 90+ now. If that neat gal is around, and gives me a nice recommendation. I might get in. …we’ll see.

I dunno.

Think I should leave out that stuff about wanting to be a Gangsta’ Samurai Geisha?

"...nap"

I took a nap with snow storm figures at about 6" to 8" inches for the Emerald City. I wake to 18" to 24" inches. More than enough for even me. The thing is supposed to last over two days. This hasn't happened since about 1979. Um,....I'd bring the dog in. That cat has already locked herself in the bathroom.

"...mist"

Morning Moon through my misty window.

 

 

 

"...warm"

I was out this evening. Fewer folks about so I shop late. I was one of four in a whole supermarket. Social distance in extreme. It's 16f/-8 by the bank's clock. With wind in the single digits. I think I'm getting acclimated as it wasn't so bad. Still I'm always amazed at the skies roaring. They still say snow,...we'll see. Be warm be safe.

"...toys"

Why toys scale models dioramas?

The world is as it is.

So I make my own.

Smaller saner kinder.

Also easier to clean up after.

 

'...times"

Such hard confused times. So I read listen to music try be to helpful to others. I know you do the same, and more. Always carry change to give. Even a very little makes a difference. Otherwise One just lives hopes wonders.

It's so cold now. Winter was so far warm. Once again the warmest here ever recorded. Earth unbalanced. She'll right herself. Now a random spike from the arctic. 18f/-5c with winds. It roars through the night. Shakes my windows. Heavy snow may come. This time it might happen. The Earth will heal, and we with it.

The Earth Abides.

"...histories"

My humble kitchen smaller than most,...it gets dinner done. This building is inching towards 130 years old. It's dragging my kitchen, and me with it.

All the meals all the love all the troubles in this little place. So many children fed so may elders cared for. Now my 21st century self with MRE's. From here I observe track, and record the Moon.

One of my Grandma's bowls she brought with her from China.

We all have a history we all have ancestors. Not just the rich royalty or gangsters.

"...verb"

We are all Angels when we have to be.

An Angel is a message.

A verb not a noun.

Sometimes each of us is a message.

 

 

"...abides"

My nation has gone mad.

It will heal or it won't. I have no idea how when or what to do. So I read listen to music try be to helpful to others. I know you do the same, and more. Always carry change to give out. Even a very little makes a difference. Otherwise One just lives hopes wonders.

It's so cold now. Winter was so far warm. Once again the warmest here ever recorded. Earth doesn't care. She'll right herself. Now a random spike from the arctic. 18f/-5c with winds. It roars through the night. Shudders my windows. Heavy snow coming. This time it may happen. The Earth does not notice us, and our games.

The Earth Abides.

 

"...pants"

So cold this morning 17f/-8c at my kitchen window. A full Moon shines over the Emerald City. Heavy snow coming. The snow more than welcome. Tho' perhaps a few degrees further north on the thermometer as well.

Speaking of the collected Uncle Sidney.

Here are some of my smarty pants one liners:

"We're all every one of us part of something vast, and wonderful."

"We sink into lies, and superstition, but rise on a wave of reason."

"G-d is a rumor with a million names, and faces."

"Venus de Milo tilted in the sands of Coney Island. David in front of the Flatiron Building. Tapestries hung from fire-escapes. The Pieta on a subway platform.

Animated Keith Haring's in the skies.

Jackson Pollock's hung from fences. Vermeer's in Synagogues.

An Annunciation fresco in my building's hallway."

A long one liner...but I like it.

"I sleep, and watch myself as I sleep."

"Summer 'will' come, and carousels 'will' be there."

"So here we are. It's after midnight. Like you I'm alone just here. All that anxious drama a fog that never lifts. Calm one searches. I had a diversion. Toothache, and cold. This occupied me for a few days, but both now gone. Is it possible to miss a toothache?"

"One can't have too many model plane."

"2020, and 2021 are evil twins,...so far."

"The world is full of too many words, and not enough cake."

"Music like religion is unique for each. Some will feel things others do not.

...Then again there's just crap."

"At home, and quiet."

All the above pretentious crap is just from this month. Imagine an editor forced to shovel through years of this noise. On the upside I might be able to do fortune cookies.

Maybe Hallmark cards as a summer fill-in.

"...go by"

"Days go by"

Like the title sez days go by.

These are such times as we've never lived.

Having been here for 1968 that's a history.

These will be remembered

as the late 1960's, and early 1860's.

The republic nearly fell could still fall.

However life, and the world will go on

as it always has.

Sometimes I think I'm too old for this.

We are never too old for history.

If we're alive we're part of it.

Bless you, and yours.

Be safe be well, and eat cake.

*

The above an excerpt from a letter.

This to a very dear friend.

The upside of these times is that 

we write family, and friends much more.

 

"...on the road"

I've been watching video live streams of truckers driving across the western states. They be talking about the roads snow their families, and listening to the radio.

When traveling I remember how local radio stations would fade in, and out as the country flashed by. Each with a different underpaid announcer. These giving reports on weather farms, and school activities. 

On that live stream there was radio mention of a lost calf being found by kids in the snow. It was like listening to a broadcast from another planet. One not at war with itself.

"...storm"

I wasn't going to post this one, but ya know. I had a Holocaust dream. Them Nazi bastards that ransacked the Capitol was in it. The were rounding up Colored folks. 

I was hiding running looking for my sister. 

Black people were pushed beaten through the streets. No one helped. You notice details in nightmares sometimes. People just watched. Like last time with the Jews. 

If I had a workable mantra I'd use it. That stuff helps with this sort of thing. Centering cleansing all that noise. I used to use the Rosery. That went when my faith in all that went. Bleep it I'm good.

I just need to shake this shit down, and off. It's like I've been in a cave since this. Just waiting out the storm. Yeah I'm good. Shit happens. 

Stay tuned.

"...solutions"

The country is viciously divided. Here's some solutions.

Ya don't like abortions don't have one. Don't like socialism shred your Social Security, and Medicare cards. Don't like race mixing don't marry me. Don't like Jews don't watch Seinfeld. Don't like Queers don't suck cock. Don't like Transgender don't watch RuPaul. You don't like Star Trek,...what's da matter with you?!! ...You getting the idea?

Fine have a nice day.

"...Queer Matters"

"In the Presence of Mine Enemies"

Having a Queer family on the block is not a 21st century custom. It's actually been going on all along. On my block when I was a kiddie there was a Queer couple that lived a few doors down.

Everyone knew them. They were just folks.

Mind you it wasn't an open howdy sort of thing. However no one bothered them. Neither were the kids on the block warned away from them.

They were just there.

Like the rest of the characters that made up any 1950's city 'hood.

I recall they fit the bill as to what regular folks thought Queers were. One butch one fem. In fact the fem guy...I forget their names. Anyway he had tits,...not biggies, but they made the point. ...so to speak.

Hormones I guess.

In them days some Queers were still into the 19th century "Third Sex" thing. That or buying into that whole male female template. Some still are. As they should if that works for them.

It was the attitude of the adults around me that may seem odd now.

No overt hostility.

At least not in the way you'd think. It was more like amusement. Akin to having circus actors in the 'hood. In the culture context of those times these folks were exotic to them. Back in the day Queers to some were a fascinating species.

Me I didn't think anything of it.

It was just more stuff from the world like all the other weird shit that was going on. I think one had to be in Nebraska for this to be a serious problem. That or Staten Island. Still to this day a reserve for white xenophobia.

When David Dinkins our first black mayor was elected a majority of Staten Island attempted to secede from the City. They have not changed since.

As for me being a Queer little kid. It helped that both of my parents had been in show business for a time. So they were used to all sorts of gleeful perverts Dykes Queers, and whatever's always around.

Especially my dad. Playing jazz piano, and all.

Also the annual Harlem "Faggots Ball".

This was a big deal. Everyone went. It was when Drag folks from all over the East came together to flaunt their stuff. Even the cops let it alone. It being protected by the mob. Eh the bars, and all that stuff.

So there was a round about acceptance within limits of Fag-World. So having a few on the block wasn't a big deal. Though I'm sure my Queer neighbors got hell everyday in every way. Still nobody was busting their windows where I was.

Like Quentin Crisp said, "You'll know you're free when no one cares." "When you become boring you're free."

Well for a time in some places this was true.

Now it's in fewer places. As happened in pre-WW2 Germany. A short era of freedom followed by extinction.

In our current times even missionary positon conservative straight-gays must remember that they're in the presence of their enemies.

Those enemies want them all dead.

Watch ya backs comrades.

Watch ya sisters, and brothers backs as well.

"...dust"

Stuff behind my computer.

The HMS Astute a '58 US Mail van.

The butt end of assorted equipment, and stuff'n things.

Besides dust which I've no idea where it comes from.

I mean I clean this joint every-fucking-day.

Yet always a new load.

Besides dust. 

There's a 1952 Lincoln back there too.

Sometimes I go alpha male, and set up my toy soldiers. 

However that's another story.

 

"...ordinary"

Image put online to scorn the Addicted, and Hoarders.

However I wonder at the dead Christmas tree. By the lamp on right. How long has it been there? Could it be a survival from when this was a normal room. I envision a "before' image from say a decade ago. When this was an ordinary living room. With an easy chair, and a Christmas tree by the window. Everybody, and everything has a history. We are not as we began, and will not remain as we are.

"...rumor"

G-d is a rumor with a million faces, and names.

 

"...chill"

 

It's 22f/-5c by my kitchen thermometer right now. ...about 3:am.

I think this is the coldest night/morning of the year. The wind-chill likely in the single digits or lower. 'And there are strong winds.

No Snow at all insight. There's Bob years back. Still,...bundle up.

"...as such"

Venus de Milo tilted in the sands of Coney Island.

David in front of the Flatiron Building.

Tapestries hung from fire-escapes.

The Pieta on a subway platform.

Animated Keith Haring's in the skies.

Jackson Pollock's hung from fences. Vermeer's in Synagogues.

An Annunciation fresco in my building's hallway.

"... Aftermath"

Some who ransacked the U.S. Capitol are trying to flee to other countries. Some are attempting suicide. This as the federal dragnet for them closes in. They had no idea there would be consequences for their acts. They thought they could attempt to violently overthrow an election. Then execute elected members of Congress, and the Senate with impunity. 25 to 30% of our republic felt this way. Now comes the attempts at reconciliation. One must have hope.

“…Majik”

I’ve often wondered how the magical manages to live in, and around today’s world. In da old days it was easy…stay the hell in the woods, and keep clear of them maniacs with swords.

Now a bit more complicated.

I mean our little Faerie, and Sprite pals are around. They keep modest. Locally they turn up working in Libraries…they’re good librarians. As for their traditional work. They still perform Majik. Healing spells, and such. This in parks subway tunnels abandoned buildings, and places of worship in off hours.

I mean they do what they can.

These are the folks that spread wildflower seeds in spring plant saplings on side streets cleanse the reservoirs, and stuff bio-degradable leaflets about using less plastic in your mail box.

Well one thing,…

They did stop that Nuclear War back in 1962.

The launch orders went out from Moscow then Washington. The Wee folk were ready. They put scrambler spells on the lot of them jets'n missiles,…not one lifted off. How ‘bout dat. They saved our butts never bragged or looked for credit neither.

Swell folks them Faeries.

 

“…Days go by”

The video below sent by a dear pal reminds me of when we buried a time capsule in our local park in 1959. Me, and two friends from school. I know exactly where it is.

At the foot of the only great pine in the park.

See above.

It’s 3 feet down in a large plastic jar. We put toys comic books a polaroid photo of us digging the hole, and some school stuff in.

I visit the site sometimes.

It’s become a memorial for my friends now passed. One in Vietnam the other later during the AIDS pandemic.

Seeing this video, and remembering my school friends.

I may bury another smaller capsule w/recent materials at the site. This so my friends can catch up on what’s happened since they left.

 

"...In Other News"

Air France Barbie folded space-time, and portaled ahead to August 2021. She sez it's real hot there. Stuff is expensive. Also the Space Aliens like our Ravioli.

Otherwise it's pretty much what you'd expect given how it's going.

"...bund"

I was watching the White House Press Briefing. It was just a normal boring affair, but I was fascinated. It's the first one in four years not delivered by a nutter. It was calm rational with facts projections. Questions with a few snarky exceptions were the same.

A WH briefing that was exactly that, and not a Bund Rally.

"...This Just In"

Besides everything else. The UK's Boss what's his name just said that new strain of COVID ain't kidding. He's freaked out. It's near 70% more contagious, and much more deadly. It's now everywhere. Them vaccines seems to deal with it,...mostly. Well it's better than nothing. Anyway just keep doing what ya doing, and help others to do the same. If they ever get organized get ya damned shots.

We'll get through this.

 

"...the mouse is pissed"

Mickey is one pissed rodent these days. Not only have those bastards at Disney extended their illegal copyright over all his work for the next 100 years. He was planning to give his stuff free to the world to screw with all they liked. As he said...

"...Art Belongs to Everyone!"

Not so with the greedy corporate sociopaths that run the country, and indeed the World! "Mickey" the People's Mouse said at the 2021 socially distanced masked, and somewhat drunken "Fictitious Characters Congress" at the Mexico City Lady Gaga Ballroom.

"The time has come for 'Toons, and all imaginary beings from literature, and peyote visions to act on behalf of the very Earth itself! Them damned hairless monkeys have pushed Nature too far, and it's time out of sheer survival that we take matters into our Technicolor hands!"

Though Mickey acknowledges that the bulk of humanity are in general agreement with 'Toons that the Earth is in grave danger. Witness the Millions of swell folks that voted all over the country for the primal rights of all, and to gave that Pussy Grabber the heave-ho!

Despite this sez Mickey, "...Re-joining the Paris Accords is good, but the time has passed for mere reform. We're dead ducks,..eh no offense Donald. We 'Toons have a unique position in society, and it's time we used it."

"We enter the human psyche in a zillion subtle ways 24/7 365, and now we're going to use that advantage to save what's left of our World!"

Just what Mickey, and the World of Toons have in mind they're holding close to the chest. However those cards will soon be played. There are rumors of something called the "Toon Bomb". Goofy in an unguarded moment during an interview on "Meet the 'Toons" last Sunday let slip the term.

When asked for an explanation he was hurriedly removed from the studio by his handlers.

"Ya moron ya trying blow the deal?!" ...was overheard from one as they quickly left the facility, and drove away in a convoy of armored black SUVs.

As for what this means. Plus an answer to if Pluto's a dog that the fuck is Goofy?!

We can only watch, and wait.

"...history"

So we've come out the other side. The Trump era has ended. What the founders feared had come to pass. There were any number of near calls in our history. However this one was the real deal. The republic nearly fell.

The safety measures those slaveholding founding gentlemen put in place stopped a madman installed by the mob. Even Franklyn went on at length about that specific danger. It speaks well for the system such as it is. That it took over 240 years for such a person to become our head of state.

We're Half a Millions fewer, but here we are. We mourn our dead. We'll repair the damage. We'll understand the ongoing dangers from the insurrectionists, and interests behind them. However we go on. 

Our story was not ended by a hateful mob. 

One that not only  invaded, and ransacked our sacred Capitol Building. 'But was intent on lynching the Vice President, and the Speaker of the House. By their own documents, and words they planned to murder as many Congress-persons, and members of the Senate as they could find. 

All at the direction of a rogue president.

They had intent to put on trial then execute every found elected official save those associated with them. All this recorded on their media. Texted or in their own spoken words. 

This all came within minutes of happening. 

I wish this was an alternate history plot, but it happened. A portion of their revered tome to genocide "The Tuner Diaries" nearly came to pass.

This is where we are.

This is what has to be addressed. What has to be healed.

The American Experiment continues.

 

"...Oath"

 

Joseph Biden, and Kamila Harris

have taken the Oaths for

President, and Vice President

of the United States of America.

"...on da other hand"

What is, and why prayer?

A friend raised totally secular asked.

Well I recall what Sister Alice told us in the 4th grade. “….your life your every act is a prayer.” By this I in time parsed an acknowledgement of Eternity, and yourself, and all life within it.

Perhaps as Whitman’s Leaves of Grass being a life long poem. Our lives are prayers. Spiritual creative works in progress. This is the best I understand it.

Transcendence.

Prayer meditation with or without a deity at it's center can be transcendent. Such moments also come unbidden. In my subjective experience transcendence is never specific to either.

It moves. Sometimes in a person a place an unsuspected moment. Then gone. Leaving only after glows like a dream. Others know more. All I have is mystery. ...which is what prayer is.

#45 devours just a few more folks.

This on the way out.