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Sat, 16 Dec 1995 15:59:21 -0500
Couldn't find Global Network Navigator and you know why? Grover
it's cause there is no GNN software for Macs, you see how smart you are,
tell me there's not shit for Macs and I find out you're right, even AOL which
caters to Mac doesn't have it yet. Geez. Well, Grover said they'd have it
in a few weeks, about time too, but you know you have to take care of PC
people first because that's where the action is.
Solid ice on the roads, glass ice. The plows come thru and make
all this noise with their blades but it's all show, nothing happens except
the ice gets slicker. Come out the door to walk to the office and fall down
six times before I'm halfway there, boy that's more bracing than coffee,
first thing in the morning, barefoot, mindless.
There was something I wanted to take up with you, do you remember
what it was? I have these little glasses from a barbie doll perched on the
end of my nose and see a lot better but it doesn't help my memory. Wrote
to JW Rawles re: his The Gray Nineties, he was helpful, said cyberspace readers
are not inclined to pay for reading WWW novels, if he had to do it all over
again he'd make 10 chapters free and the second wave a paid thing but I don't
know how he'd handle that, I mean it has to be voluntary, right, so the reader
downloads the second ten and he's still the same deadbeat as before, maybe
even moreso since he's got a second helping for nothing.
Called Cody at Countryside Hair Salon and got Zachary an appt. for
tomorrow at 3:30, can you help me remember that? Cody it turns out is the
sister of Suzie who runs the store here and leads the choir. We have practice
5:30, another hour from now. There are five brothers in the family, three
Steve McGill is putting in a new furnace for us, we rassled it
downstairs into the cellar yesterday with Richard, husband of Tracy who runs
Steve's store when he's away, McGill was spose to be in this morning to start
the installation, but Tracy's nephew was killed by his own hand and the funeral
was today, so he couldn't get away. The old furnace is around 60 years old
and makes a lot of noise like people hammering on the pipes and then the
vent pipe spews steam and belches water which is great for humidifying but
the stuff runs off onto the basement floor and we had some ducks circling
the house the other morning.
Mary Ellen Lafferty writes us a letter telling us about 11 11, a
number that has come into her life the last year and apparently signifies
something to do with ascension. Mary Ellen used to be the healer that was
in the pages of LT, tight fit, but she seemed to like it. She is a terrific
woman, bright, good hearted, joyous, pretty. She's about 80, lives in Ashland,
okay, that's the setup. Now Marilyn and I are watching Carlitos on TV,
there is the Grand Central Station scene where Carlitos is being pursued
bigtime by these gangsters who figure he was on the boat when Sean Penn killed
his brother and father, and the camera which is up on a crane moves past
the big clock in the middle of the big room there and I glance at it, then
at our clock and notice that they are the same time, mention the coincidence
to Marilyn, she says it's 11:11, did you notice, I look at her dumbly, get
what she's saying, and we have a good laugh. Same day, right? I somehow
catch Louis Prima on a ten minute short in 1934 playing his trumpet, singing
in between riffs and doing this little jig. Notice this because I picked
up on him 30 years later when he was with Keeley Smith, but this is the only
time I've seen him as a youngsta and I marvel at his endurance, I mean he
was around between 1930, say, and 1980? Fifty years blowing horn, doing his
little jig and singing in that raspy alto voice? This is what is going on
while watching him that morning. Now, that evening I am watching Slacker
by Richard Linklator and
in one of the segments this hooker is leaving a room where her mark is asleep
and she passes a friend of his watching TV and the camera sort of holds on
him as she exits frame and you know who was on the tube, right? Same scene,
same film, 1934 seen from 1995 by way of someone watching 1934 from 1989.
It's like Zachary in Augusta in 1995 watching some home video of
him at Marilyn's house on Hill St. in San Diego in 1991 watching a video
of him celebrating Halloween in Medford, Oregon in 1989. Ben picked up on
that. Thinking of getting that same tape on and videoing Zachary watching
Zachary watching Zachary being Zachary. We could do this every year for
the next forty years if we don't come up with something better to pass the
The calico rabbit had three babies yesterday but they were either
stillbirths or froze soon after delivery, very naked lil things. We had a
talk with the kids about this and they understand. I am making them tiny
coffins our of ebony and we've hired a veterinary priest for the services
at the Catholic church.
Zachary made it on time to Cody's and she gave him a beautiful haircut.
She told me an Indian told his son who was a friend of her's not to sweat
the small stuff and when the lad asked him what the small stuff was the old
man said, All of it.
The lil pup spends most of his time over here and the white German
shepherd too who is from the same home, I don't think they're getting enough
to eat yet. This is good for Pebbles but the yard is gaining badges of dog
poop and's started to look like one of those boneyards like in the Killing
Fields. Sort of pretty in a desultory way.
Did you ever remember what it was I wanted to tell you?
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