To Gregory

Dedicated to the memory of Chev. Gary Scott Csillaghegyi,
1942-1995 e.v.
You were the wind beneath my wings.

“Euclid alone has looked on beauty bare” -
So the poet said.
- She lied. I’ve sat with you
Long hours in a golden evening,
Looking upon your face,
Into your eyes, into your being.
The poet lied. I know.( Read more... )

My poor cat learned the hard way today about Why We Do Not Play With Pest-Strips ( Read more... )

I cannot think of anything I've done in my 72-plus years on Earth that has truly paid for my keep and made me worth it to have around. Maybe you have, but something prevents me from being aware of any worth, any value to others and to G-d within myself. I may have done some things that helped others in some way, but never enough. I never had a ( Read more... )

My possessions have begun disappearing from my apartment, A nearly full jug of laundry detergent, two bags of Birdseye Protein Blends (two meals' worth), one of my very much needed thermal underwear bottoms, and assorted other stuff have gone missing. I have no idea why or who, if anyone, is doing it. I am so poor, and I can't afford any of this ( Read more... )

I'm still upset about Rich, but in a different way. Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I flashed on Goleta, CA, where he lives, and saw it covered with midnight-black, shiny threads, some thick as heavy cables, others almost microscopically small, all sprouting from a dusty gray-brown lump about half the size of a grown man. And that was ( Read more... )

I got so fucking tired of literary partner's bullshit that I finally sat down and wrote him a letter which will go out in tonight's mail ( Read more... )

Went over to the gym and worked out for a while. In addition I walked over there rather than taking a bus, maybe a mile in total, maybe more. After the gym, I walked to the bus stop, maybe another half mile, caught the bus, and went home. It was very hot outside, as well. Before that, I ate some Greek G-ds yogurt, honey-vanilla style, but not a lot ( Read more... )

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Shit. The flies are back. Only one or two, but still.

I quit smoking back in 1982. At the time, I had a 3-pack-a-day habit and was cuddling up to 4 packs a day. I couldn't afford it. So I decided that I could at least not smoke for an hour after getting up. A couple of days later, I upped that to an hour and a half, and then went on to two hours, three hours, etc. until I was having one cigarette when ( Read more... )