Tuesday, January 13, 2004

the holy tenderness of the situation When I first started sleeping with girls I was so in awe of the experience that I didn't want to do anything to disrupt the holy tenderness of the situation.  After we were done making love the girl would cuddle up next to me with her face near my chest and her head on my arm.  This made me feel strong and protective and manly.  Before you know it the girl would be fast asleep. But after a while my arm would begin to throb and hurt a little from the girl lying on it.  I would try gently to pull it from under the girl's head but it wouldn't budge.  I didn't have the heart to wake the girl up or disturb her pleasant afterlove slumber. The ache in my arm would grow worse and worse and the blood in my arm would throb harder and harder.  I would look at the girl sleeping so peacefully in my arms.  Then I would stare into the darkness, wide awake and alone until my arm went numb. 11:52:40 PM    comment []

thanks radio! Thank-you Radioland for coming through for me. (Other bloggers might know what this means). 5:11:56 PM    comment []

hum-bug bandit absconds with blog banner! The life of a guerilla art banner is a noble, but fleeting affair.  After a shining moment in the sun screaming its message of anarchy or absurdity or whatever, it is snuffed out like all of its predecessors.  So it was with the "today is canceled" banner.  After a successful day and a half run on the streets of St. Petersburg it was snatched by some unseen snatcher. Last night I retrieved the banner from its 22nd avenue north location and brought it in for the night.  Afterall, it didn't seem right for a day to be canceled two days in a row at the same location.  This morning I rehung the banner at the intersection of 34th street and 54th avenue south.  It survived until at least 2:30pm, when I passed the location again taking Bob Bandit back to his Tierre Verde Pad.  No more than fifteen minutes later, my precious blog banner was gone. It could have been anyone.  A punk in baggy shorts.  A homeless dude looking for a new blanket.  But more than likely it was a city sign curmudgeon, since the modest,  little league sign next to it was also removed.  Once the powers that be saw the great blog banner, they decided to make a clean sweep of the intersection. But the Duh! banner lives on in cyberspace.  The revolution will continue.  Viva la Duh! 4:42:11 PM    comment []

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