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hwy 127, revisited

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there's this cute quanit tradition round here, that's actually an enormously efficient exercise in the redistribution of junk, like dredging our collective basements and attics, all at once - it's a 400 mile yard sale.

all along hwy 127, from kentucky to tn (further maybe, i dunno), folks haul out their crap and sell it to other folks, in the worlds biggest yard sale.

in better times, stuff was real cheap - you could buy cast iron for next to nothing - now you have to have wierd tastes or be willing to buy what others arent - both of which categories include your hero - me.

so this trunk, this huge, beautifull trunk, with curlicued clasps and corners, and a couple, ahem, dings....

$5. oh yeah.


on the other hand, i dont have anything left to put in it. i'm addicted to totes, and turns out petsmart is my best supplier of high quality huge-ass plastic boxes.... but that's all secondary to acquairing luggage with character.

gab bag

how to market this brain in a box? how to track down the lone wolves, who're proud of ignoring me? dearie me, how to get famous.

how to make this toxic brain dumping ground into something with broad appeal? or any appeal whatsoever, for that matter?

in other news, listen to at least 10 hours of terrence mckenna's lectures, then go take 5grams of psilocybin cubensis, alone in a cave. trust me, it'll do wonders for... your sense of wonder.

i'd love to go into detail, but,

in other news, all our chickens are dead. hooray! next year we'll do the exact same thing, but with a racoon trap, so we get fur out of the deal, as well.

it's a shame, really, i've always admired racoons - nocturnal scavengers, opposable thumbs, clever lockpickers that'll eat anything you throw away. in a way, they're my hero.

but yeah, i'll kill 'em.

maybe i'll go all out and straight stalk them, night vision goggles and a rifle - spend next winter dressed entirely in coon and beaver pelt.

that'd probably actually get me a lot of respect, 'round here.

just a link

if fdr had been gwb.

handwashing, and waiting.

handwashing my socks. less for greenieness, than because the machines eat them, and i can't afford to keep replacing them. soak for a few minutes, and damn, the water turns black.

yes, you wanted to know that.

the persimmons haven't flowered yet. this is troubling, but then, i'm uneducated. neither have the walnuts.

the ridiculous building is coming along. try not to loathe it before its even erected, bradley. thanks for the advice.

the weather has been fair, which is more than i could've asked for, and is still to goddamn hot.

somebody buy me a satelite internet connection, so i can blog when i actually feel like it.