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like manna that falls daily, to be gathered daily, not stored, not hoarded. scoop and eat. eat it with your hands, mix it with cows milk for cereal, smash it into patties fried in oil, snort it smoke it devour it. it is a limited concept when you think about it. you can understand why the israelites got a little greedy, trying to plan ahead for your dinner guests. i mean and the kids, they need to be fed early and often. but no, if you store it it goes foul and maggoty. and grumpy. who wants to eats toasted honey oats everyday, three times a day for eternity? and then jesus taught his disciples to pray..." our father ...give us this day our daily bread..." i think of the monk's begging bowl filled, whether the tide comes or goes...and my friend gina who, also a freelancer, confessed to napping when she's under-employed, "some days longer than others." she naps because not only are the days long but the agony of 'defeat' is great and rather than fl...

well thinking, not smoking, i gave that up years ago although our new president has not...he'll be sneaking out to the rose garden to cop a drag, smearing out the butts with his long-toed shoes. everyone knows now so get over it. there's something almost endearing about it,..."shhhh, the messiah smokes." (tongue in cheeks folks tongue in cheek...) so as a part of my temp-job i've been making phone calls all week to various medical offices around the country. that's fun, or very near fun, particularly reaching the woman from the landscaping business who complained that the previous owner of her new number never bothered to inform their patients that they'd moved. i made a call to my insurance company recently and heard, " Harvard University " on the other end. "ah geez, i'm sorry." " Are you attempting to contact Acme Insurance?" " Indeed i am ma'am." "We're 5992, they're 5982, try it again, it...

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i have no idea what today is about except the cable man returned to update my modem as i was getting no signal sometimes for hours and how does that look for an aspiring blogger? i've been suspicious all along but i did read a Guardian article regarding Facebook, it's pros and cons. One con is feeling attached to people whilst sitting alone drinking all evening in a room before your computer screen "communicating' with your "friends". recently on " this i believe ' was a story of an american ex-pat, Jim Haynes , who has lived in Paris 30 odd years and made it his habit every sunday to host a dinner to which anyone is invited. isn't that a great way to meet people for real? i'm considering adopting the habit myself. What keeps us from imploding, in my mind anyway, is a sense of connection to a larger world so that even if our movements seem small we can enter into a big group hug. in moving to Austin i envisioned having a landscaped backyar...

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Me and the kitties are one. Luella is a kamikaze love ball who hurls her fluffy body and tail at my face…(thanks) and then behaves as if I’m the coat check lady during the day, just some anonymous robot responsible for her lovely mink. This is the same feline who just yesterday escaped from the house as I was moving for the fourteenth time this month. Spooked by the sound of rearranged furniture she bolted out the side door running into the orange-outdoor-and-jaded cat Jack who startled by her stampede tore around the corner and under the house where my grey princess followed. Great. Luella is a lady in dire circumstances and unaccustomed to dirt is behaving normally given the situation. She doesn’t yet respond to her name which I altered when I adopted her as (yuck) ‘Celeste”. She is a pair of glassy green eyes in the dark. On my stomach I inch as far under the house as I dare carefully watching, terrified she will climb into some nook and disappear. I have visions of “Rescue 911” and...