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Due space ... cyber space, sillies @ a thing they call BLOG BOARD, am considering re-booting FICTION FANDANGO. Also, did find former arena for viewing latest blog creations from community members. Who blog along @ the train we may dub http://www.writing.com. At that spot one may still find latest blogs by date & hour. This random thing that swept the site like a cow catcher, never cut it with moi. Writing seriously comes @ a price. Not costly in the least, instead a crux quite easy on the eye and mentally relaxing fer sure. That's the craft for you --- when folks dedicate their works to a degree of ultimate impression for their audience. 'Random' applied like salvage for lackluster pieces clocks in as unfunny, uncanny sameness, tech gear only, buy-this-buy-that, keep up with the Jonses, be a married couple only, paint the white picket fence of online persona clone-ship is history. It always was for a talented ken of authorship. So, if boredom turns you on, personally can't even grasp the concept. Okay? Previously FANDANGO underwent a major wash & dry, hung out to air since ... summer 2013, when blogs crumbled along with golden rod, last Autumn. A year before --- 2012 @ Teffom Estates came with discoveries which eventually tuned into major news events due revelations from Edward "Scissors hands" Snowden. International press hounded the guy all the way to Moscow. What he revealed to the American Public, due a closed and corporate owned media in the States ... went entirely unrelated to domestic spying. A blight on these shores, to be sure. Suffice, IF TEFF rants, don't think she dislikes EVERYONE. I don't. I do run the EVERYONE contests and oh my --- have nerve to dub myself Prez @
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| So much for honest critique in a place far removed from LIT. How can peeps actually rely on ADOL LIT IF they be adulthood worthy? Guesses as a novice writer once run to oddball like temptations to play hardball RE: ON WRITING, ON WRITING STYLE, TRANSITIONS OF WRITING LEVELS BEEN THERE, PASSED TESTS JOURNALISM ENG COMP LIBRARIANSHIP MASS COMMUNICATION BY THE CORPORATION SPELLS DEATH TO DEMOCRACY Things brew in England over cups of Earl Gray where a tabloid scandal involving Rupert Murdoch & Prime Minister "Dodgy Dave" Cameron, who met with News Internationl mogul & son execs, admittedly 2x per month for fifteen months --- score low at Scotland Yard where investigations reveal not a damn thing. Left dead in a north London Apt is the whistle blower Reporter Sean Hoares, former NEWS OF THE WORLD, NOW CLOSED by Murdoch alarmed by wiretapping charges, revealed to the NYT in the fall of 2010. ALSO KNOW BY MANY INSIDE LONDON!! Follow this one on Fandango. Be charmed by Scotland Yard's top resignations as public outcry tops the charts. Allegedly, editors lunched with management, ownership, a prime minster, so & so astonishing elbow rubbing with The Metropolitan Poe-leece. Headline: from"Invalid Item"  MURDOCH EMPIRE ENSNARED ... Canary dies @ age 40! Another real journalist down who helped inform the British Isles their phones tap ensued. The new term ran for the pleasant who adore foxnews cons (conservative, conversationalists, conartistry, convincingly spun to the tune of **** 100 Million ***** household views per day is 'phone-hacking.' Wiretapping, illegal espionage from reporters condescendingly willing, apt, able, implicated, arrested to use informationes in NEWS OF THE WORLD, part of The New World newspaper. Some of which biased, led, spun, ruled a prime minister from the Conservative Party ... that maybe he'd be impeached. Charges versed forth from opposition Labor candidate, last fall --- since Cameron is but ten months into first term... Now the hand in the cookie jar, criminal tresspases --- let's see complicit? Complicity City. Public Outrage in London, which the likes of duped customers, paying exuberant fees for cable cartel pals, wheeling & dealing billions around the world shall not allow tabloid upheaval without justice prevailing is FANDANGO's premise. OF INTEREST to readers like moi. SNARE THAT FOX! OPINIONATED BASTARD! foxnewslies// foxnewslies// foxnewslies /// Chanted in front of FOX BLDG NY by over four million protesters during the 2004 REPUG convention foxnewslies --- warmongers IT AINT NEWS IT IS SPIN Spin is a lie, only half a story. Half a story is a godemn lie! A chance to end propagandizing steering voters in a conservative path only, applauding war, seldom interviews troops on the ground, sicken the hearts of Americans who do not watch. 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Fiction Fandango is thrilled to present the upcoming serial. Not nec aiming for low-blow intolerance of stupido viewrs who walk the line of acceptance. Denial is shameful & apathetic. But is it cozy? Onto the British Isles, then forewith yonder accusations @ or a jounralistic look see, quais opinions intact from this desk? Be careful. <<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>> Gorgeous wheather, sunless, pruning for propogation, rooting plant stems in glass jars. Wlaking porches, patios, gardens, potted plant aisles, under pure white fallout clouds. Et tu? Rainy day, sixties, mopping up boys. FANGANDO IS BREATHLESS, what a story, a journalist's dream. Au revoir ... going KINDLE ... Now, me? FANDANGO DANCING this one out slow, easy, accurate. It aint all new (background) July recent ... Aug updates, NYTimes, Independent, London Times ... oh in heaven .. reading a fine story of grandiose importance here in the states. READERS, we surf an international I-net Culture. Fox news apt to be on the line akin to Cell Block D. Oh, I love it. Aint gonna see this tabloid bluff on foxs/s/n/e/w. Watch pencil head pull a dumb face. Time to shut these shams OFF!!! Babe, FANDANGO never watches fox anything. Murdoch owns newspapers which he says he likes better, now he aint saying much over ta London. Proof of leading a winning election of a conservative member of Parliement aint chickenpen shit. That FOX be cornered. And, yeah they've been a sounding board for the GOP in the USA prior to Nov/ Dec/ 2000 when Al Gore won the White House keys. Oh, tis deep. Actions of the key players on Murdoch's wide payroll == heads which may roll. Now with pencil head and fat face blonde ... that I wouldn't mind seeing, myself. Yeah, the hardy type. Can TEFFOM stay the course? Maybe yes, maybe no. 30/all ***** Tim Dickerson's THE FOX NEWS FEAR FACTORY p. 55// ROLLING STONE, June 9, 2011 ... Issue: 1132 to be continued ... ED NOTE Needs name of corps === News Corp? 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Date: Sun, Jul 31, 2011, 9:11am Reading two articles, Sun morning, July 31, RE: Congressional Debate concerning raising debt ceilings amounts to little or no information from The New York Times base. Of course, these hit national airways via news.mobile courtesy of msn.com. Microsoft Network (msn) purchased webtv a few years ago. Thass accurate information from a webber. Me. Now, first NYT article (since defunct within an hour later) came with this title: NYT: It's a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad DC. Good Lord, note six adjectives for angry. They only come up with m-a-d? Allrighty then --- no byline showing. Now out here in don't be a plagiarist land, freelance journalists know how to quote properly. All one sees here, when msn.com ran the news feed is the date -- July 30. Well, I never. Here's the gist of the enchilada, dearhearts. In a nutshell gurj bu (Miss TEFF's 2003 derivative for Dubya) supplies the country with nearly no tax revenue from wealthy individuals (subtracting greedy corporations who rule this land with an iron fist) amongst a vast citizenry of the grand USA. Seven year's worth of Zilch --- spelling LE$$ tax revenue for all. Naturally that ploy morphs into elitism. Yes, without a doubt, Holmes. So, along comes President O --- back in 2008, telling those who cast their votes in his die-rection not only will he stop MTR in the Appalachian (which he stated aloud in WV, 2008.) --- He'd "... bring a responsible end to the Wars in Iraq and Afghanistan." And this lying polecat also promises early on to tax the One Percentile supposedly controlling most of the entire nation's finances. Since, 2003 .. the highfalutin debt ceiling must have raised because folks became even wealthier than wealthier-than-thou stats turning a happy go-lucky tax-evading cartel into a possible 2-3%. Yeah, if they paid up, whenever that fateful day arrives logic defines their precious bucks might stab a hole into this thing adroit, out-of-control, overload of feeble news. Rather than bankrupt the country aware gurj bu withdrew major federal funds to over 100 major US cities as early as 2004. We can't elect ourselves a man with a spine who says --- NO MORE TAX CUTS to the ultra rich???? Yeah, some of them, let's call them selfish, not winners of the American Dream --- which today morphs simply into a term like American Survival. Shucks on Sunday --- That THEY, them guys & gals --- rode war profiteering backlash, invested in Haliburton, or the like. ETC!! Retired Generals not only vied for air time as war consultants for the major mass media on cable news channels, they also opened IT companies. In the Middle East war theatre while IT might not even work on the ground --- it is an industry which is sure to increase profits because it deals with gov'mint contracts soaring annually between (2002 -- 2011) into multi million dollar payouts. Then as history has it --- then watch Numero Uno gather in another two percent of pals, fam, bank affiliationes. Hell, name it. Despite facts pertaining forward with any soulful, honest solution sure this is out there. Thus summing with: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD & COUNTRY, teens next door, working class fams, small businesses --- coast to coast & our nation's aging babyboomers --- You go on now, Prez O --- Tax the lily white bastards, oh please tax them!  Why are they not being taxed? What? They can't or won't pay their fair share? Honey chiles, while we-uns is broke, paying nearly double for food over 2008 prices --- what are they doing? Laughing enroute to Cayman Banko or buying foreclosed homes is one guess from Fandango. To be continued --- Hyperventilating in progress ... In the meantime, went to Mass, return, read Rolling Stone back issues 2010/ 2011, ate breakfast, ate lunch, closed tall windows against assaulting heat, pulled tight white curtains (sheets & lace.) Then came to terms with emails sent during July. AHAH, now a time line emerges for this writer. Well, the second swipe of the same look see @ the two articles in question, written by moi. Okay? Thank you. From: PaulaLaRue/ Date: Sun, Jul 31, 2011, 10:15am PART TWO: $$$$ MAD MEN $$$ DEBT $$$ Sorry, digression aka a set up for the Six-times Mad-Mad article above. This, my friends, might surprise you. Okay, inside the article one thing startles this writer.. Namely: 13 year old, Luke Stancil whose quizzed, quoted while visiting the capitol from Johnston, NC. Young Stancil "chairman of the Teenage Republicans" states "he liked conservatives affiliated with the Tea Party coming out for raising the debt ceiling." Oh, my out of the mouth of babes. NYT! Is this all you got? Can there be a typo at 13 --- do you mean 16 or 18? The article: IT'S A MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD DC -- draws on tourist remarks such as an aged twenty-seven, accountant who wallops the globe by "worrying about his hedge fund clients." Then waltz across the street from the Treasury Dept, twice inside the article enter The Old Ebbit Grill, where interviews are in progress, Sat. July 30. Cool your jets while German tourists make the scene as a father tells his son on the steps of White House grounds --- naturally not touchily disclosed -- and then we see a figure --- So, "$14 Trillion" is what they owe (son) while Germany Loans are less. Yeah, and a smaller country, Herr Know it all.   John McCain weighs in with a blurb, he's lifting from a WALL STREET JOURNAL article by mimicking "Tea Party Hobbits." By this time who gives a damn about the palsy hook paragraphs concerning how terribly busy are those on hand @ Speaker Sen. John Boehner's call center. Oh, poor things only privy to "four hours sleep" per day on a sunny afternoon. Are they also aware of heatwaves when US cities faced as high as 115 degrees less than two weeks ago? Basically, we eventually discover an overall agreement statement, in conclusion. Wait, this is good. "Much of what is occurring in Congress may be incomprehensible." Shucks, hoss. Certainly, if you can't report it. The grandiose NYT moves on by about 9am. Now msn.com treats the world wide web with: RIGHTWARD TILT LEAVES OBAMA WITH PARTY RIFT ... no byline, July 31. Now hell thass a damn shame. A bit longer, still a D-minus. Prez O's quoted for "failure to end Bush-era tax cuts." Yup, logical Fandango focus. Furthermore, Mr Joe Public & Mrs Joan Public -- are warned of --- "a slow rise in Medicare eligibility to 67 from 65." The Dickens, you say! We read along --- We may look forward to "10 year cuts for: military & domestic spending." Yippee, right? This article hurts the teeth as it continues with "disappointment by his (Obama's) escalation of the war in Afghanistan." By who? Oh thass right a sold out, bailout unworthy, population. Aka, us poor idiots, that NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT of all voters and their offspring too young to reach red or blue buttons on digitally misconstrued Diabold voting fiasco type machinery. Ahem, evident in every state, in small towns and in crowded cities .... Bring back the paper ballot, ixnae on comedic chicanery via mass voting machine sales. Alas, another flimflam must purchase dictated to 50 states. (Hum with me know sisters, pick up the chorus, my brothers --- America, America, my Country Tis of Thee) --- The NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT ...indeed do deserve domestic spending forever --- Sing loud, y'all! From sea to shining sea. Ahah! TO-DAY, ladies and gentlemen, this brief critique sum equates to an unknown journalist calling in conclusion for "more revenue from the wealthy." Jesus Christ! I can't wait. 30/all For more info on Sen John Boehner -- See: THE CRYING SHAME OF JOHN BOEHNER By Matt Taibbi Rolling Stone Issue 1122/ Jan 20, 2011 Hat's off to Taibbi whose articles Fandango simply adores. Anyone who is reading this and is a tad bit, least unsure what writing style means, do look @ Taibbi for a clue to such a dilemma. msn.com carrying: http://news,mobile.msn.com/en-us/articles.aspx?afid=1&aid= Ed note/ NEXT: Need topic timeline for July What follows is the contradictions seen in Congressional voting, negotiations, etc. As reported on the wire, in the Public Domain ... from The NEW YORK TIMES! OOops Source check for reporters above ... above the $14 billion debt -- was misquoted by the late Sen Boner's son, T Boner. Kid? TO! DAY! this journalist secrets calculate methods of mannerisms like: ways they tell the news. So this record of a one month (JULY /2K11) time on The Timeline is what leads A/P, Reuters ... However, the dreaded TEFF however, I wantaknow what's inside the Denver Post? Aug 2/ & THE RALIEGH NEWS & OBSERVER. WED looking at Mr Murdoch/ on the outs with SCOTLAND YARD. Sounds like FICTION. Bye bye ... comments on TUESDAY!!! Maybe yes, maybe no. llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll End sidebar lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll "Invalid Item" PRESENTS$$$$$$$$ MAD MEN DEBT/TIMELINE: only in July $$$$$$$ By Mrs Mary Moffett, Freelance Journalist ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Ref: FROM: @ http://www.nytimes.com/?emc=na ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** NYTimes News Alerts --- BREAKING NEWS Breaking News Alert The New York Times Tuesday, July 5, 2011 -- 5:07 PM EDT Title: Obama Calls Congressional Leaders to White House Thursday for Deficit Talks "Mr. Obama: a "final deal" TO -- "include tax increases on wealthy individuals as well as trillions of dollars in spending cuts." http://www.nytimes.com/?emc=na ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thurs: July 21 1:10 pm Title:"Obama and Boehner close to major Budget deal 1:10 pm Includes: "end tax breaks" "lower individual & corporate rates" ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Fri July, 22 6:05 pm Title: Important part surface: No new taxes to the wealthy/ medicare cuts/ markets affected +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sat. Jul 23 4:05 pm Boehner: "New Debt Deal" "cut $3 Trillion to $4Trillion over 10 years" THUS: Avoid gov. shutdown for Tuesday Aug 2 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ July 25 --- Title: HOUSE LEADERS CALL FOR SHORT-TERM RISE IN DEBT CEILING .... " ... by about $1Trill .. saving $1.2 Trill over ten years ..." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ July 28 10:42 pm Delayed vote --- NYT --- (blames/ cites) "Tea Party backed members of Repug Party .." --- FANDANGO: Mr. Boehner's own party affiliation. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Fri July 29 6:30 pm Title: IN PARTY LINE VOTE HOUSE PASSES DEBT PLAN  "218- 210 vote /// 22 repugs unwilling to support his (Boehner's) efforts ... for an increase in debt ceiling." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Fri Jul 29 8:38 pm Title: SENATE TABLES BOEHNER'S DEBT CEILING BILL "Dems promise to kill legislation in Senate ... " "Treas. Dept says: county will default on financial obligation Tues (Aug 2) without increases +++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sat July 30 "Senate delays crucial vote ... until 1 pm Sunday." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sun July 31 Title: SENATE BLOCKS DEBT CEILING BILL Filibuster interrupted // +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sun Jul 31 1:36 pm Sen Harry Reid (D) Nevada: We will move forward: we will move together. "Invalid Item" Me: Bipartisan or doing what needs to be done for the good of the county? Ta hell with lobbyists bearing cash unreported fortunes, gifts from their constituents who pull strings, twist/ prod/ carry out a means of influencing CONGRESSIONAL men and women/ elected officials how to vote. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sun July 31 5:20 pm Senate Vote scheduled for Mon/ Aug 1 Repugs ... " ... signed off on debt ceiling agreement  @ last ditch budget talks" " .. significant cuts in Washington spending .. from Sen Mitch McConnel, Kentucky ..." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jul 31 8;45 pm  from PRESIDENT O: Leaders of both parties in both chambers ... reached an agreement that will reduce deficit and avoid default ... Meanwhile --- Fandango: Next Tuesday. "I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a Hamburger today." .. Whimpy/ Popeye Comics |
Prompt/ July 30/ Love @ first sight/ impromptu or ideal vacation MONTANA SUNSET By Mrs Mary Moffett Part 2: ONE MONTANA EVENING Suffice, heatstroke during a Montana heat wave is a cruel mistress. So thinking, Mrs Lesley Monroe hightails from her house as soon as her sons enter a courtyard wrapping back enclaves of the Monroe family's Ponderosa style, ranch house manse. "Mother, there's no sign of Aunt Lucy. We covered a short radius of two miles. Not a trace," Beauford Jr informs his distraught mother. "I searched south along Boxelder. We have until at least nine before night time. What's the plan?" Gerry wants to know. Lesley wipes her brow, her straw hat's askew. Akin to many Montana women of her class and calling she appears buff, a bit mannish, ready to butcher a steer with bare hands. "Well, if this don't beat all. Gerry, you go inside, pull that antique bullhorn from the wall in your father's den." The three move to the front oval shaped drive. Gerry blasts out --- "LUCY? LUCY? WHERE ARE YOU, AUNT LUCE?" Parked at the end of the turn about, stands an oversized truck, bearing the logo Culligan Water. A tall, lean stranger leans against the passenger side with his feet splayed, his head on his chest, as if he's cadging an afternoon siesta. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Bleats Gerry Monroe as the three approach. "Oh, damn. I'm the Culligan man. Just recently assigned to this part of ... uh, er ... Fergus County. Pleased to meet cha," goes the lanky, tan stranger, extending his hand to Beauford. Beau pumps the guy's paw. "Mother, due to the gas fracking, maybe you can recognize the need for some dis-contaminated water for the household." To the man in light blue shorts, shirt, cap, he adds, "She'll need to think about it of course. We've a slight emergency at the moment." "My apologies, I'm sorry to arrive on your doorstep at a bad time," intones the low voiced water salesman, who rather understands the quirks of the retail game. After all he's harking water during a major heat wave. "Might I offer my assistance to your kind family, sir?" The three explain the dilemma. Gerry adds: "Mother here insisted on the entire neighborhood --- well society in Fergus encompasses approximately a hundred-fifty mile radius -- come a-visiting her sister, an Easterner. Our Aunt Lucy aint really used to company arriving at ten o'clock at night. Then they pushed on to dawn." Oh, my, I never --- stammers Lesley Annie. "Mother, Aunt Lucy can't handle all that whiskey drinking, fiddle playing, square dancing. She's hardly had a wink of sleep, I bet. Since she arrived." Culligan to the rescue offers: "Oh, wow, so your sister? She's out there hot as the devil, plus suffering lack of sleep. Here, let me procure some restorative bottles of the finest water known to mankind. Which way didn't you search for her? And please, Maam, what does Miss Lucy look like? Oh, she's skinny as a rail compared to me. Her long hair is up on her head in a hornet nest, a beehive, She's wearing Sixty style winged glasses. Says the sun bothers her eyes. Unlike me, I can look it in the face all year long." They point the waterman toward Elderberry Creek. He's to follow it along the tree line. Then the rest fan out, taking into consideration that at the end of Monroe Homestead's two-mile-long, drive, maybe Aunt Lucy hitched a ride. <<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Taking four five gallon, blue plastic bottles from his truck, the stranger in a pale blue uniform follows his instincts. Assuming Aunt Lucy didn't wish to be seen by the entire household she's about to escape from ... he heads directly toward the forest line from the stables below the back of the manse. Within fifteen minutes he spots a red plaid canteen lying near a stone wall. The smell of horses is keen, so he figures she meant to sit a spell where she wouldn't be discovered. A white umbrella tells him he's correct. Walking through scrub brush opening onto grassy plain, he spies a lone creature flat on her tum. Covered by hair as curly and dark as a buffalo. He runs, turns the lady over. He's never seen a more serene face. He's smitten to the knees. He checks her pulse beating 125 beats per minute. He douses the dame in water. Her face is like a mud mask. She's been hit by a mountain lion; her back and blouse are in tatters. No matter, if this is love at first sight, thinks Culligan Man to the rescue ... then fate deals them both an opportunity for romance. To be continued ... |
TEFF prompt: July 29 BLOG including: summer /// mysterious stranger MONTANA SUNSET by Mrs Mary Moffett crt/ July 29, 2011 North of Lewistown in a place called Fergus a cruel amount of solar invasion sparks a series of unquenchable forest fires ranging eastward in a criss -cross pattern searing plains and forest in the line of destruction. Montana residents were indeed cooked to the core by an overwhelming heat wave in the summer of 2011. Mrs Lesley Annie Monroe, who had patiently awaited her sisters two week visit from far off New York since Easter Sunday, lost said sibling on an especially hot afternoon when temperatures of 107 degrees surrounding the Monroe Homestead caused her little sissy to disappear in a temper. Taking with her a blanket, binocs, canteen, camera .. storming off at a decent pace ... the lady in question, Lucinda De Luce escapes the confines of the ranch's air conditioned bedrooms, parlours, dining hall and breeze way kitchens. The Monroes, hardworking, affluent, boisterous parents of three obnoxious sons, according to Lucinda, became too much to bear. Bad manners aside, crowding ones mind with superficial bunk such as ... "Well, Miss Stuck Up, we waited almost three years for you to come a-visiting." Lucy seeks solace beneath towering ponderosa pines whose majestic beauty capture an ornithic goldmine. The high temps, already in the hundreds, apt to soar, turn Miss Lucy dimwitted. She's uncertain but she fears her consumption of the water at the ranch put her off food, causes dizziness, irrational heart beats and all around jittery flutters. Lucy De Luce, a resident of the Bronx is not the type to dwindle long in a place she needs vacate at least temporarily for sanity's sake. Back at the ranch, Mrs. Lesley Monroe enlists the aid of her son Beauford Jr to make haste to beat the bushes for his missing aunt whose irascible behavior, rudeness and absence of one ounce of family love toward every single Monroe, born and raised in The Treasure State shall not cause a ruckus, before his father returns home for supper. An obedient son, Beauford Jr mounts an appaloosa named Sammy, hoops & hollers for his younger brother, Gerald to check for the wily Aunt Lucy since he's carp fishing along Boxelder Creek anyways. The two brothers concur this enveloping oppressive heat wave makes their Aunt Lucy agitated. Beauford alights, splashes water on his naked arms, back, face .. "Ger, Aunt Lucy's lost out in the woods. She's afraid to drink our spring water." "I know, Beau. Maybe it's the fracking. Sets my head to spinning each time the ground shifts beneath my feet even way out here .. HAH! Away from ordinary civilization." Beau deadeyes his brother, watching him flyfish, "Well, what the hell? All these steers? They aint dying of thirst on my beat. What are we supposed to drink instead? Bourbon?" They agree their forty year old aunt Lucy who avoids children under sixteen like tar on a sidewalk, hasn't zactly cozened up to seven year old, Little Lukas. Nope not a bit, supplies Gerald Monroe. They part company, Gerry with a cache of trout he needs take home to his mother. Heat like this might fry them fish without a single flame. Beauford calls over the appaloosa's tail flipping rear, "How far can a skinny dame waltz off too? Bet she's still wearin em flimsy sandals." Gerry shouts directly at his brother's arms twisting his steed toward mountain trails yonder. "Tell Mother not to worry! We'll find her wayward sister before NIGHTFALL!" Monroe Homestead, home to nearly three thousand acres of foraging horses, cows, cattle and goats, which dairy biz sidelines in these parts of one of the most breathtaking vistas within the conterminous United States of America comes with a two mile long driveway. A lane to the front door breaks apart from the main highway which escorts many a tourist toward their destinations. While steering many a weary deliveryman along steep ravines, bisecting the countryside's cavernous inclines. The word NIGHTFALL echoes downwind of Boxelder Creek, alights like a swirling dragon fly atop the tilted cap of a man sneaking a whizz into a pile of tumbleweeds. His truck's shut off, his lunch on the hood, he gobbles a quick bite from a heroe sandwich. Perchance in casepoint to ponder, this dude heard the entire sentence. --- ? We'll find her before nightfall. ? He steps inside forest shade, so deep he's blinded by the perpetual gloom such spots produce. The quiet here could stop a clock. He's enroute to sell his wares. Next stop: Monroe Homestead. He's driven over enough fractured bumps in the road, avoided rampaging forest fires, watched hellicopters dump water from above. The smell of smoke may never leave his nostrils. Ahah, a lady in distress ... "TELL MOTHER ... WE''LL FIND HER wayward SISTER." Whom are these damsels in distress? Who is he to peddle bottled water to folks from a gas guzzler, quarter ton truck? Anyways? He likes Montana's farmers, ranchers, retired soldiers, decendents of miners, bakers, candlestick makers. Beef butchers. Not butchers of the land nor usurpers of the freshest water west of the Mississippi. Fuck the gas fracturing idealists. Tahell with this fucking heatwave. He's onto to save the day. He'll help find the wayward aunt. He promises aloud, vowing to velvet moss beneath his feet ... way before nightfall. No choice there. Everybody knows there be thirsty grizzly way out here in bumfuck village. To be continued |
| Early to rise -- okay ... hold up a sec. Now --- let's see --- July 28 Prompt is a quote From: Ralph Waldo Emerson --- Oh my, a bit deep. --- "Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong (stronger) to live as well as think." Maybe July will never end. Maybe we're stuck with it, this record breaking month when a heat wave so bad (last week) alerted unsuspecting US cities to expect 115 degrees under the shade of global warming. While we understand escape routes, know we need not fret. Myself, I don't even like the name Waldo, so that pisses me off, the broken coffee pot irks, oh ... look it decided to work. Okay, two cups in the wind here. The hell with character. From the quote --- higher than what? Not the Empire State Building. Not Cold Mountain, WV which is next on the list for annihilation. Maybe it's already destroyed. Higher than intellect? Whose doing the measuring, pray tell? Emails to the wrong groups, continents, digital mass communication. This morning msn.com tells of a WED riot on Hollywood Blvd. Wrote about that place once, researched setting for good old affluent, Hollywood & Vine. Titled that beauty: Ginger Does Hollywood & Vine. Ended up including pretty much with a twist. No sense in my noggin --- stretched to two chapter's worth. Never kept the original, well maybe I did back in 2007. That's when those who could at a writing community dubbed me a nonsequential pain in the buttski. But I didn't care, I was creating characters like Ginger Del Morrow who spots differences between excessive, ostentatious wealth as opposed to the poorer neighborhoods near bright signs that proclaim a prestigious Hollywood theme with glitzy lines of demarcation drawn in the sand of discontent which flows in the streets where poverty stricken enclaves are despised by the rich & famous. So what character analysis does the world at large deem expect? What flagrant disregard for thy fellow man whose simply asking for bread (ala employment) does the digital favored among us sitting about nodding our electronic fingertips in a settled upon sameness for an unacceptable, perhaps a demeaning of our individual intellects --- how wish to scorn the poor. Only bring out the homeless every Dec near Christmas time, after we fed them in the nation's soup kitchen @ Thanksgiving --- which connects the lower forty-eight like a grand quilt of apathetic bystanders. Oh, Innocence bring serenity now. I beg you! Let us live our lives, let us pull our own passages to a thing they call escape from the norm o'meters of our own ignorance. Let us achieve. Let us wallow in our authorships. And if the they and the we and those amongst us who wish not to focus, build honest characters, who may not understand that better writing comes not from egotistical withins --- but is there, present and accounted for since first printing hit the streets in the days of yore .... Stand up. Say it know. Mumble amongst that dwindling crowd of spectators later. Shout: WE may learn to write from what we read. We may not grasp the situation at first, we may study anything we like, we may research what is left of the corporate owned -- I-net SE (Search Engines) or we may trip over the peculiar, old fashioned stacks of encyclopedias set on the doorstep of libraries which have no funds, which discard books, which sing the blues of higher costs of electricity bills which power the PC, which you love so well. Hark --- yon intellectuals! Shall my humble character be better off by shunning that special communication time online, when the sun shines, when refreshing night breezes beckon my true calling? That of a confessed, legitimate vampire genre oriented wisp, whose allusive wings touch Christmas genre, concoct detective mysteries. Who cares anyway? Thus concludes a gripping portrayal of a hot, sultry, summer morn ... when the toaster won't work, the window fans are obsolete. The power outage threatens. So, in the end we've the caveman theory. Fire power begat a cunning means to boil coffee beside cool leafy, beautiful gardens, outside in the rain taking a shower, since all the users of a/c forgot about the entire world theatre. Because they didn't read it in the electronic avenue of the world wide web. Oh, the pity for humanity runs deeper than a river, while an oceanic tidal wave can't knock us off the perch of the wanderlust we delve into mentally day by day. Yet, hour by hour, there's always the smart ones searching happily in the back of a dusty library, happily taking their encyclopedia volume, cover by cover, A to Z -- outdoors on a pleasant night. So they too may read enveloped within a soft summer night breeze. Mountain winds cool their shoulders as the printed word survives all nuances of electricity the night the lights went out in Georgia. Wait & watch. When the Internet shuts completely down worldwide for another summer month, we call August. Should blackouts occur, my dears. Ah well ... the soul is as allusive as an endangered butterfly who cannot land on despoiled crops Monsanto insists on purporting upon their farm conglomerated, chemical, un-natural world. A man made creation, past centuries misunderstood. Even on lands where Amish buggies fear to tread. Author BEWARE. Toss sameness which will not stand in writing. It never has built one iota of common sense logic. Seek originality as your own territoriality nook. Truth is out here. Find it, then revamp what you were calling your style, similar to a character trait, simply there when you wake up. Otherwise? Step aside and let me show you how it's done. Yet, tis your turn to impress, yon potentially talented. So remember this, torrid July! You knew me a tad bit but never well. Farewell July ... in a few days --- Hello August! Promise not to cry when you make your choices to cut back on a few more material things. The ideal runs self educate forevermore. 30/all |
Prompts from TEFF 1. Gas Fracking, 2. Mountaintop Removal (MTR) or 3. "Taking down the Xmas tree in July." These prompts were from April Sunday   Story time! Title: DEATH OF A CHRISTMAS TREE .. RENEWS THE SOIL Each December many of our neighbors place trees in the alleys for the trashman to discard for them. Some people don't buy live trees anymore, as we all may concur. We never decorate one inside the house due three cats. Whitey, Mickey & Ozzie, a Maine Coon whose real name is Ocelot. A cat exposed to a tall pine or cedar hung with wavering Christmas ornaments may be beside himself with temptation. So rather than sweep up smashed things, scold Hold the phone: Back up, mister all day & all night --- we gave up trees when we moved to Emerald Isle in 1993. Yes, years ago --- returned PA since that Oceanic venture, now this inlander simply collects discarded trees late December thru Jan. People are easy, they don't mind someone pulling up in a car, stuffing their baby of green into a trunk, speeding off into the breaking sun. Trees are mulch later in the year but during the winter they tend to stay quite green. Boy oh boy do pine trees love snow. So, under the upstairs wooden deck, supported by three separate poles, bungee cords hold up three trees until just prior to Spring's starting which around here is often about the first week of March. All the while receiving snow, ice, rain, sleet, much like a mailman on his walking beat our acquisitions also hold birdseed. We had cardinals, sparrows, wrens, buntings who stayed put for part of the season. Others left home, migrating to warmer territories. By the time planting season arrives, chop off branches, place near seeded beds. This deters birds scrambling about in dirt rows since placing the pine boughs atop the beds provides adequate cover. This is less easy than just a peck for seeds which are meant for human vegetable consumption. Also at our house we delve deeply in creative mulch colors which spread a bit of cheer to Spring bulbs surfacing post Easter. Go rusty orange pine as that's the color of a dried Christmas tree, then deep brown mulch from a nearby park which keeps all of this small town's leaves in gigantic piles. Orange, chocolate humus, pale yellow grass from fields .. whatever adds a bit of zest to edges of the gardens. All table scraps, greens return extra humus & nutrients back to the soil which grows the plants that TEFF waters during dry days. One can always pick up a rakeful, toss atop plants which may require a bit of shade during Berks County's 104 temp last week. Plus, natural mulch produces a sponge effect which tends to keep the ground moist, earthworms happy as pie, weeds in check. Best to keep dandelions for companion drinking roots. Clip them & add to your building bedding. Okay, so low arrives July 11, 2011 only one tree left, laid down like a gigantic porcupine, so nobody sees it from the roadway. Plans were to clip it, spread it, lay the thin trunk along a garden edge. In this case front garden now bearing Blackeyed Susans in bloom about three weeks early. Yeppers, of course, from the heat. Well, damn it was tooo hot out there. Skipped needle attack. Today, a mellow day with a mountain breeze seemed appropriate. Onlookers may find eye-catching beauty of pure orange delight circles green leafy peppers, fruitful tomato, squat basil all the way around a flat arc encircling silver Artemesia currently bending forward from the weight but all tolled about four foot tall. Well, thus when in mind for other than commercial mulch which comes in a bag and reportedly on reliable information may contain sludge, is ugly, sometimes burns plants, makes me sneeze, and costs the sky -- garden soils prefer a bit of creative natural mulch. Suffice this year's final chop out, used a large kitchen cleaver, since my clippers isn't up to par, but can be honed for sharpness. LO & BEHOLD --- suddenly, no warning --- out of the mess jumps two chippies. Didn't see that coming. Maybe my surprise screams echoed from the burbs into Hamburg proper but no book on that one. 30/ all Christmas pens are a genre. Tried/ encouraged/ collected @
While on the subject of reading published LIT or Non Fic that is not electronic --- this writer usually reads two to three books simultaneously. Yeah, know I aint alone there ---  variety. How about YOU?? |
OF: Yesterday's blog, felt like I was still there in that small Library working, shelving books, etc, while picking novels for my own weekly reads. Alas, on a bi-monthly basis, when the swing of life sets me to escape Moffett Estates, visiting at least three different libraries approx twice per month. Yes, can on average knock off two novels a week, depending on size. For example, now the Siege is finally underway, unfortuantely Leila went down, shot by a cop at the entrance of the wooden foot bridge the town of Salt Cove wishes to save for all posterity. Yes, the citizens posted a petition to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, declaring themselves "In Secession" from the USA. Imagine the crowd scenes, Anthony Weller produces here. Yet the vocab is so fine, his style so perfecto, reading goes slower on purpose from this bed -- far into the night. See: THE SIEGE OF SALT COVE, crt: 2004/ W. W. Norton & Company/ NY Next: TEFFY misses two prompts --- one for Fukishima, Japan and one for July 11's choice day. Both gas fracking & Mountaintop Removal (MTR) are major topics which requires long hours of research, trips to several libraries to recover stats on books already read on MTR. So I skipped. Also, rather weary thinking about such terrible things. Since as a journalist these require an in-depth approach, which is better spent not in a Blog contest but perhaps aimed at publication at a later date. Since these prompts are being aired, would IF written at all, actually --- make sure he receives a complimentary copy from this desk. When The Huffinton Post was sold MTR lost it's strongest defender. Good luck finding a copy of their archives. You see, dear audience, corporate/ led/ contolled/ owned media does not want the topic of MTR known, yet it is WIDELY known. I might research Fukijima later this morning, just to see what there's still about since this topic disappeared from the news as fast as possible. Rather like blood drying on a bandaid. Yes, in Mar it happened, by MAY twas floundering, practically nowhere in the news coverage or barely included. Of course, blame your popular search engines, all cntrolled & contrived. Probably. Then things go astray and are very hard to piece together without more concrete sources. In REF to yesterday's essay/ blog/ opinion --- Now adding a tiny follow up which is based on a small sampling of live, person to person discussions with a few adult (novice) writers whom I met in May of 2010. The library where I put in part time hours held a writers workshop. No, I did not participate, passed over a $15 fee for a two Saturday bereft of publication, simply a gathering. However, I met, while cajoled to join, three of the group. Now the famous TEFFOM Sidebar of yore. A distancing from the piece aka ====== lllllllllllllll SIDEBAR llllllllllllllllll The craft of writing generally aims toward publication of one's work. On this site @ "Invalid Item" & "Invalid Item" refers to serious authors as opposed to casual writers. Simply terms chosen for defining levels anyone may fall into, re: non-prof writers. Publication: This is a hopeful, not considered a minor aspect as pertains goals drawn like lines in the sand @ every moment of a day. Composing the tales that TEFF writes predate said future goals. Hmm? So, I figure, in all common arrogance, aware of my prestige or budding talent rather @ said Library --- only among those chosen, very kind folks whose compliments ranged from great to wow whenever viewing my 2010/ 2009 blogs or fiction open online to reading pages of printouts making the scene, hand delivered to the specific few in contact with these works. And, believe you me, Bob or Barbara, my work comes with a guardrail of protection meant to stop a semi from rolling it over. In sum -- authorship is competition. So, no, did not bother to give out free how to's ... and of course, never could see common logic in doing such a thing, although I did do it for years for free, for complete strangers, even in reviews onsite. Exposure never came my way, nor was it overly expected. Things just are apt to tilt the pinball machine of writing speak -- because people are themselves, make their own decisions. Although of great importance is: any serious writer must insist on categorizing helpful writing hints from bogus, split hair crap. llllllllllllllll End Sidebar llllllllllllll Thus: RE: CHILDHOOD as a basis of starting to think about writing as hobby or wishing to enter the venue of career, or to simply produce a few short stories. (Here, not touching poetry reality since this is not my strong point and not the same enchilada as fiction, as we all agree.) The biggest writing myth of them all runs --- write about what you know. In this day & age of IT info where research is king, this line of inaccurate advice is unworthy of a sentence and should be ignored. From a small sampling, in an non argumentative way, three of the ladies stated they felt they had something to say and were compelled to try writing. One insisted --- everyone has a story to tell. Yes, this could be true for some writers but not everybody. Individuality comes into play. If taken into a different context --- Maybe everyone has a story, they'd like to put to paper, is par for the course. So, we ask is this a personal story or a created piece of fiction or a blend? Now that writing is competiton (always) the writer decides which fits each story. Therefore, we see books or short stories with (e.g.) a gardening, a restaurateur, or even a librarian centered theme. The Childhood theme seems to spark off the ability to start someplace. As in, now that I am standing here, signing up for this workshop, I feel duty bound to give my take on the Fifties, since that is where I began, it all began, and that becomes (in some cases --- usually temporary --- until practice makes perfect (or at least understandable reading sense) and the writer in question drops the old days of youth, where they lived, how they lived and when they lived) and breaks out of the mold to encompass --- and here dear readers, is your heads up --- A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G ELSE!!! Granted Juvenile Lit needs authors. Adolescent Lit is doing okay. So, then the author must decide what they want to do, they chose their genre. What mistaken codicil occurs could be that a person whom thinks they are reaching an adult audience, is not even close as the writing is geared to those childhood memories and in many cases stays in the Kiddie Lit section. Myself, I really do not enjoy novels with children characters. Although, I adored A GIRL WITH NO SHADOW from Joanne Harris. She's an artist, so it worked, due plot & setting & adult characters with depth who required believability, and they claimed it without a shadow of a doubt. The writing itself is a separate entity from the writer, no lie. What often happens is false praise, sometimes called, so-called promotion of a sort, could cloud honest judgment or stymie end results. Known to the wisest as manageable products such as books, short stories (traditional length or below 2,000 word flash-in-the-pans) or novels, novellas and chapters or works in progress. Thus concludes this writer beware section. ME: to instigate the easiest of them all --- Writer BE Aware! Bye, bye, Ta Ta, See you in the funny papers, luvs. PS: Tending to be overwordy when talking the craft, just so you notice since the BO (Behavioral Objective) is attained for the audience at large. Cordially sent from: Mary Moffett presently: April Sunday TEFF or teffom@writing.com Ed note April 23/12. Whenever the flap of a bookjacket tells moi there are child characters in an adult novel, okay. Are you ready, Audience? Yeah, Yours Truly sets the book down, rolls her eyes then quickly backs away from the new novel section. Why? Well, not interested in Juvey Lit again today. |
| 4/23/12 ED NOTE: Cleaning this blog, housework so fine with handheld delivery in mind, for the allusive paying price .. without yet making any final decisions --- SINCE WEBTV is in the house (ME: @ Moffett Estates) where another option lies waiting like torrential rainfall in muddy puddles.) in TODAY- TOSS CHILDHOOD Was dated: July 27/11 Putting this in blue, hold on to your hats whiners, don't give a frack if it is too bloody bright --- as a signature print bold & blue sparks of TEFFs adopted signature color -- same year as ...
AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB made the scene --- oh back in 2008. Well, it came to pass evidence of let's all dumb down inside yon July 26 Prompt. TEFFs ANSWER follows: Prompt was: "Describe your favourite fairytale, myth or legend from your childhood. Discuss why it?s your favourite and how it has influenced your beliefs and morals throughout your life so far." Good lordy. Last time Yours Truly encounters kiddie Lit is @ a library --- where part-time employ steers me down the librarian path. So, three kinds, Pix Books --- My personal favorite is Stephen Kellogg. Amazing how many picture books (Early Childhood LIT) he writes & draws for his adult (parental) (sibling) (grandparent) (teacher) (babysitter) (daycare worker) (child) audience. This here famous feller whose a cartoonist --- Supremo!!: his awards may outnumber his books which are coming out almost yearly since the SEVENTIES. NEXT: JUVENILE LIT --- A category in my opinion which needs talented authors. LASTLY: YOUNG ADULT FICTION --- I can't stand to read these. Publishers tend to think all ADOL LIT must be so explanatory it needs constant verb sandwiches and oodles of perfect tense. However, today's Adult Fiction authors step into the arena such as Isabella Allende. Surprising. However, on may judge the famous ones shall take he money WHILE reaching this reading level, whom might enjoy, purchase and seek their adult novels. GRAPHIC NOVELS --- Sophisticated comic books, usually in a heavier version than comics. Popular for relaxing young teens who tend to be fantastic artists. Then too, all the Y/A ... J/A Non fiction. Not the type to base influence or beliefs on fairy tales, myths or legends. When my father's voice educated the lot, friends, families, kin, offspring --- he told his own stories, although some of us eventually forgot those too. We are in the world to read, forget, read more, maybe specifically remember it all --- not what we read forty years ago is a given. Talking/ blogging same kiddie Lit topic is pointless methinks. People read for escape, education, entertainment. Why they --- PEOPLE --- think they can write based on childhood notches only is beyond me. What may be afoot is perhaps a background ken for characters, thus the original to start the writing process mentally -- pen to paper -- keyboard, mon amis. (Like when we were kids, oh please shut up about your freaking great, socially, financially marvey, crappy or painful or abused lousy childhoods.) Must this be a way to begin a tale? --- With: when I was forever young, younger, youngest oh how I recall ... blah, blah, blah. Not interested, superficial to adult readers in general .. Yesterday, today & tomorrow --- Tough beanies. A good story -- stop calling it all writing, writing, writing --- which never requires a beginning manual of any childhood. Pooh is a bear --- the best aint only calling it a process --- with rules over here, soldiers to the right, grammar with CLARITY so the YOUNG ADULT knows what you mean --- That ART of the Craft is an approach with a hellva lot of creativity. In my case --- with additions, research logs. Or slam slam, no thank you mam. Suggest skip beyond childhood. Negotiate past TEEN, figure on what impresses. Where I come from, we call it style. Ten Four --- Arrivederci! PS: The great meany owner of "Invalid Item" shall share a conversation held in the stacks / Spring 2010. So, this avid reader states --- "You know, Paula, I come in here and read titles, authors names on these book jackets unsure if I read that one or not. Do you know why this happens?"Ahah -- as a matter of fact, I do. We train ourselves in a sense to forget with last page. Entire contents disappear because we move onto the next novel. Especially as the years go flying by. Tis nigh impossible to remember each plot, chapter or character. We read for escape from our own norms, seek entertainment we hope from style, setting, storyline. All a natural slice of life --- we move --- desiring to know more things --- the third E of LIT --- Education." Library patron: "Oh, yes, oh, yes, Thanks for telling me that, I thought I was simply forgetful." FANDANGO sez: And yes kindly assured the lady with two books in her hands --- "We're intelligent and we're all the same way on LIT. I approach these authors on these rows exactly the same way as yourself." Come on now! Why in the world???? Consider engaging that fine lady library patron with anything at all about childhood fairy tales? Tell you straight, dearhearts --- IT aint gonna happen. 30/a// (Tis my personal discovery today that this blog was tampered with. It went out fine, became touched down to include mistakes in order to show (post July/ post FEB) that I did not do final re-edits. I did those. I did not type 30/a// above. So back away from this blog whomever assigned to fucking it up. Now, I made my Kindle Blog or Barnes & Noble format decision. Thank YOU very much! And RE: that par above --- I've pleaded for for years. As of April 23, TWENTY-TWELVE --- Cloud Blog decision in the works. 30/ALL THIRTY ALL, 30/all |
| FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG ........ ......... The following is a complete work of fiction. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. FICTION FANDANGO, HOME OF NEW WAVE PUNCTUATION ... Around since The Sixties, man!!!! Disclaimer: The following is a complete work of fiction. TITLE: A WORD FROM CELL BLOCK C "RING RING RING!!!" "YO DEL!!! Call for you, dude." "Fuck no. Delroucrouix's got a phone call. Well, if that don't beat all. Nobody in their right mind speaks to him." Desperate to bask in a slim limelight of attention, Delroucrouix rallies ... exits Cell Block C's television center, a low table with hairy legs attached, all pants legs the same vibrant hue of jailhouse orange. Okay the fool mumbles. Thass Del for you, always a wise'n heimer. "Hello, is this Raymond Del --- rooo--- crrrrroiy by any chance?" Del steps up to bat ... "Yeah, I'm here." The gist of the matter is explained as white lightening hits Del between his solar plexus and his left temple. He lost the right temple in a fist fight out in the yard about two years back. Del, immediately assumes his mother put this nasty POS up to making the call. Probably she's got something on the guy. Who knows thinks Prisoner 9876543. So, now what? "Yo, fellers! Anyone have a piece of paper?" "Here you go, Del. My sister sends me these. Take em, man. Pink puppies on purple flowers gives me the heebeejeebeees. Ya know?" Later that night, after lights out, with a flashlight propped against his cellmate's overhead springs, dell licks an inch long pencil stub, rubbing it between oversized lips. Del was born with an extended palate. Yet, he's well liked for sharing the time of day with any inmate who happens to strike up a conversation. However, Del's BO is a bit of a turnoff, so he remains a loner with few relatives except mother dearest to communicate with these days -- excuse -- during these incarceration ... good times. From: Raymond, @ Cell Block C -- to mom dear mom, a crazy phone call came in tonight about a lottery. You are a fiend, Maria. Why would I even want to remember you? Dintcha put me in here? Said I killed your last lover. That kid was only fifteen. Ma!! You framed your own son. Ma, how could you do this to me? Anyways .. I've said goodbye to you enough. Countless times, Ma. Yeah, you always put me down for being the smart one. So what? The adjective is numerous times, asshole! EVEN --- After you ran Little Joey over with your latest stolen car, and I had to sign his death certificate ... when will you ever let me alone? How many favors do you want? Just before, you told us our lil sister, Rita, was kidnapped by your boss at the Seven/ Eleven, you told me she was only playing near the dumpster behind your crappy place of employment. Mother Maria! Mother of God, Maria Delroucrouix, I found her out back playing with rats. You never told her she could talk. Just kept that bit in her mouth all those years. It was pitiful how you raised all six of us, Ma. Let's not mention the whereabouts of my darling brother, Robert. He loved you the best, ma. He was the only one who'd nerve to be seen with you in public. Your popularity could stop a train .. that's what he told you when he was only twenty years old. Ma, you threw him off a bridge. Damn it all! The Nine:fifteen headed for Wichita ate my brother whose body parts the local coroner never fully recovered. You laughed, said he was always a handful. I hope your burn in Satan's graveyard, forever. I want to see you never NNEVVVARRHHH!!! When you sold, my older sister, Juanita's first baby -- you broke all our hearts. We never cared about the $10,000. Speaking of money, honey. When Georgie got his dick caught in the get-away car, outside Wells Fargo, down on Eight Ave, you kept on driving. Took the cash, and left him to bleed to death. You are impossibly ignorant of courtesy, even to a bank-robbing pedestrian. Geoergie was my favorite bro. PLO, he made it, just cant never have sex his entire life. Probably a blessing since we've inherited your bad blood. The shrinks are right, mother mine. We are victims of our upbringing; our gene pool sucks big time. Know what? I'm starting to like pink puppies. A helluva lot more than I ever liked a she devil like you was born. At least, Sister Pauline of the Sacred Prayer Meetings did the right thing, when she took her vows @ the Salvation Army, out in San Diego. Thass not where she is now Ma! You'll never find her undisclosed location. She sends me a Christmas card every year. When I unwrap my annual, green bucket of coins, I toss it around in the mess hall, so everybody gets a little piece of the action. Take care, Mom. Love, Raymond |
July 23 Prompt --- Write about what you think about that moment before falling asleep. Now, gee Willy Winkers, nights vary anticipating morning ahead as mopey heads hit thy pillows. Same for moi. Last night, Friday July 22, a wild guess is this sleeper wasn't alone pondering implications of our current heat wave. Prior, without a lick of sense ventured out to shop about eight pm. Sure, guy behind the counter says it hit 106 degrees in Reading, PA. Holy Hannah, Batman! Now, thass hot. Being inside most of the day yesterday, precautions were taken. My bedroom faces the road, surrounded by cement patio and wooden floors under a wide roof which receives mainly afternoon sun. Since sunshine was as hot as a waffle iron ... draped three sixty inch windows in white sheets. Turned fans outward. Went outside sporadically assisting one of em Teffoms loading camping gear. Then I knew something was wrong. I guessed over 100 degrees, but we had 104. Philly must have gotten at least 108-9. Read about our USA heat wave this morning affecting at least fifteen states. Take environ terms global warming or climate change ... look outside in suburb ville, note all lawns are brown. My garden is melting. I watched goldfinchy, counting four, put out a dish of water for them, hand watered all the veg plants, peppers, tomato, basil. All leaves in the garden are curling. Will use a hose tonight for a fuller soaking. This is done about six or seven o'clock, takes almost an hour by the time all plant pots are finished. These containers are on the kitchen porch, the bedroom porch and at the living room window on a large metal shelf. These are the blue ageratum, nasturtium, feverfew, begonia, impatien combos with ivy and wandering jew. These make me feel rich when I count them, over fifteen, I think. When fall arrives, when frost is coming, many are given away or brought inside at their same first floor locations. When going to sleep always worried a cat might touch a fan with tail or paw, but this is useless thought since they seem to understand gist of cooling's mechanical operation. Well, they didn't exactly declare but they sleep in front of them. Today, doing a ton of reading, flat out in bed. Yesterday was couch time & movies. This heat hurts my tum. All meals are cold, and my appetite is slim. Cold Ham & Bean soup is a real treat. The settings for the stories and novels which are yet unfinished is a big draw upon bedtime. Saturday == reversing regular routines: day sleep, night awake ... cooler don't you know? In fact Anthony Wellers' character ... Toby Auberon, whom one can't help but think about after setting down: THE SIEGE OF SALT COVE ... on a hot, humid, sweaty, fan-blown, night breeze worthy night. WELL! Dear Toby who lives in a lighthouse (don't we all?) sleeps six hours at a stretch, repeats whatever schedules he's into, utilizing evenings for a an artful metal creation which is a bit iffy inside this fine novel. Okay, last week, made this soup, kept it in a crock. You see there was all this leftover ham. Froze most of that hunk. However, the draw of fresh string beans @ Leesport Farmers Market initiated the following recipe. And it is great ice cold. The secret's in the broth, of course. HAM & BEAN SOUP from the Kitchen of Mary Moffett, Freelance Journalist, Short Storyist Dice leftover ham from roasting pan ... into large cubes .. Place all excessive fat and ham gel into large pot. Dice: two med onions, two celery stalks, basil (about one cup) three potatoes Ready --- yellow beans --- approx one pint --- Cut these in diagonal sections --- try to leave these delicious beans long. The beans are the attractive ingredient here and the freshest. Cut two carrots into rounds slices. Season: Use: a huge dash of paprika, heavy on black pepper, dash of curry, splash of Worcestershire. Cook down, store or freeze after all ingredients are soft. Mmmmmmm --- Perfectly fine, served cold. Looky here --- Crackers & cheese on the side. Yum. 30/all |
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