Life angst what it used to be!
That's how I feel.
Like I'm in a Woody Allen movie.
I still haven't figured out the meaning of life.
I still haven't figured out why I'm floundering, sleeping in a tent with a skunk who keeps breaking in and interrupting my sleep and my friends sleep.
Oh, well, I'm just going to keep on keeping on.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Insight
I used to wish I could be on the inside looking out.
When I was sleeping in the backseat of an abandoned car in Bentonville I used to travel to Fayetteville to relish in a free meal on Dickson Street at either the Episcopal Church or Central Methodist.
As I sat alone I wondered what it would be like to know these people as friends.
Alas, now I wonder why I ever wanted to be one of those people who frequent the meals everyday.
I'm tired of the same old humdrum existence.
I'm belaboring the same old stale routine.
I desire change!
The insider's viewpoint ain't what I had hoped it would be.
I'm not clairvoyant.
I'm not possessed by the sixth sense of perception.
I'm enlightened but filled with ennui and angst.
I want to change the world but I need the patience and persistence I used to have when I was homeless alone in Bentonville.
The pastures aren't greener.
But I do have friends now and I'm anxiously awaiting a brighter day for all of my acquaintances.
I don't play the panhandler's game though.
I will never beg with an outstretched hand or hold up a sign saying I need help.
I want to be a part of the cure and not a part of the problem.
So, with God's help and with the help of his messengers we can make a difference in the lifestyles of the impoverished.
Please, lend a helping hand to my compatriots!!!
Thanks for listening.
Thanks for caring.
And most of all thanks for sharing!!!!!
When I was sleeping in the backseat of an abandoned car in Bentonville I used to travel to Fayetteville to relish in a free meal on Dickson Street at either the Episcopal Church or Central Methodist.
As I sat alone I wondered what it would be like to know these people as friends.
Alas, now I wonder why I ever wanted to be one of those people who frequent the meals everyday.
I'm tired of the same old humdrum existence.
I'm belaboring the same old stale routine.
I desire change!
The insider's viewpoint ain't what I had hoped it would be.
I'm not clairvoyant.
I'm not possessed by the sixth sense of perception.
I'm enlightened but filled with ennui and angst.
I want to change the world but I need the patience and persistence I used to have when I was homeless alone in Bentonville.
The pastures aren't greener.
But I do have friends now and I'm anxiously awaiting a brighter day for all of my acquaintances.
I don't play the panhandler's game though.
I will never beg with an outstretched hand or hold up a sign saying I need help.
I want to be a part of the cure and not a part of the problem.
So, with God's help and with the help of his messengers we can make a difference in the lifestyles of the impoverished.
Please, lend a helping hand to my compatriots!!!
Thanks for listening.
Thanks for caring.
And most of all thanks for sharing!!!!!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
tired
I'm a somnabulist.
That's a sleep walker in plain English.
Actually I'm a faux somnabulist.
This morning at 1 a.m. Pepe LePew's son or daughter (actually I don't know how you identify or correctly categorize a baby skunk) skedaddled across my tent and grazed my body. I didn't panic and bellow out a blood-curdling yell. I just expeditiously exited my tent and bemoaned my ill fate. That's the second time this week the goldarned skunk has awakened me at 1 a.m. He or she, whichever, must have a built in alarm clock set for 1 a.m.
I'm befuddled.
How do I rid myself of this nuisance?
Some say eradicate him with lead poisoning or a gun stuffed inside a towel.
Nope.
I'm no dope.
I've never fired a gun in my life.
I can't call Skunk Busters Unlimited.
I guess the only other alternative is to leave food outside the campgrounds, so he will just feast elsewhere.
Otherwise, I guess I'm doomed to dealing with this nonsense every night. I will pray for rain.
On Oct. 3 a group of caring Christians are planning a pancake breakfast for the homeless. Hopefully we'll be able to feed and clothe some winter warriors.
Further announcements and updates will be posted.
More than likely, we'll solicit invitations and tickets and issue want sheets.
That's a sleep walker in plain English.
Actually I'm a faux somnabulist.
This morning at 1 a.m. Pepe LePew's son or daughter (actually I don't know how you identify or correctly categorize a baby skunk) skedaddled across my tent and grazed my body. I didn't panic and bellow out a blood-curdling yell. I just expeditiously exited my tent and bemoaned my ill fate. That's the second time this week the goldarned skunk has awakened me at 1 a.m. He or she, whichever, must have a built in alarm clock set for 1 a.m.
I'm befuddled.
How do I rid myself of this nuisance?
Some say eradicate him with lead poisoning or a gun stuffed inside a towel.
Nope.
I'm no dope.
I've never fired a gun in my life.
I can't call Skunk Busters Unlimited.
I guess the only other alternative is to leave food outside the campgrounds, so he will just feast elsewhere.
Otherwise, I guess I'm doomed to dealing with this nonsense every night. I will pray for rain.
On Oct. 3 a group of caring Christians are planning a pancake breakfast for the homeless. Hopefully we'll be able to feed and clothe some winter warriors.
Further announcements and updates will be posted.
More than likely, we'll solicit invitations and tickets and issue want sheets.
Monday, September 21, 2009
partnership
A unity of purpose and partnership imbued the gathering of the Cobblestone Project Sunday night in the monthly Green Room meeting.
When Mike Rusch queried me about what needed be done I responded that his group could bridge the gap imposed when homeless people lost their links of belonging to a community.
I implored the interested participants and volunteers to initiate a clothing drive to aid in battling the upcoming bout with inclement weather elements.
Mike jumped on that theme and a brainstorming session ensued.
Rick Healy will be enumerating a list of needed items to donate to the less fortunate.
Mike has asked for volunteers to organize their individual assignments. Some will ask for specific donations and then he will devise a central hub for storage of the clothes and other essential weather-related protective items.
Several agencies which have caseworkers can provide a focus on who really needs these winter panaceas.
All in all, everyone working together as a team of dedicated co-workers can reestablish the self-esteem some of us have lost during our trials and tribulations.
I had to scurry away from my campsite this morning at 1 a.m. due to the persistent gnawing of holes in my tent from that pesky pest Pepe LePew, so I forgot my notebook in my tent.
I'm almost afraid to see what damage Pepe may have incurred on my belongings.
I've exhausted Plans A-Z and now must revert to Plan Alpha just like the meteorologists incurred during the most horrendous hurricane season on record, a la Katrina and Rita. Before the tropical storm season a team of meteorologists pre-selects names through the English alphabet. That year they had to start on the Greek alphabet. Here's hoping I don't end up at omega.
I'm not a harmful hating anti-varmint I want to kill you kind of guy. I've never fired a gun and don't plan on doing so just because of a voracious skunk.
But it's tempting.
When Mike Rusch queried me about what needed be done I responded that his group could bridge the gap imposed when homeless people lost their links of belonging to a community.
I implored the interested participants and volunteers to initiate a clothing drive to aid in battling the upcoming bout with inclement weather elements.
Mike jumped on that theme and a brainstorming session ensued.
Rick Healy will be enumerating a list of needed items to donate to the less fortunate.
Mike has asked for volunteers to organize their individual assignments. Some will ask for specific donations and then he will devise a central hub for storage of the clothes and other essential weather-related protective items.
Several agencies which have caseworkers can provide a focus on who really needs these winter panaceas.
All in all, everyone working together as a team of dedicated co-workers can reestablish the self-esteem some of us have lost during our trials and tribulations.
I had to scurry away from my campsite this morning at 1 a.m. due to the persistent gnawing of holes in my tent from that pesky pest Pepe LePew, so I forgot my notebook in my tent.
I'm almost afraid to see what damage Pepe may have incurred on my belongings.
I've exhausted Plans A-Z and now must revert to Plan Alpha just like the meteorologists incurred during the most horrendous hurricane season on record, a la Katrina and Rita. Before the tropical storm season a team of meteorologists pre-selects names through the English alphabet. That year they had to start on the Greek alphabet. Here's hoping I don't end up at omega.
I'm not a harmful hating anti-varmint I want to kill you kind of guy. I've never fired a gun and don't plan on doing so just because of a voracious skunk.
But it's tempting.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
sooiecide
Woooo! Pigs! Phooey!
The first quarter of the Georgia-Arkansas game was awesome.
Then when Jerry Franklin got ejected we fell apart.
I received an e-mail message from Curtis Yates about ushering. Alas, I didn't see it until Saturday morning and didn't have access to a telephone.
Shucky darns!
Hopefully I can attain a black pair of shoes and a white shirt by the next home game.
I had a very interesting conversation with a fellow "houseless" person at Seven Hills.
He asked me if I knew the difference between a hobo and a tramp.
A hobo will hold up a sign seeking monetary compensation. But he'll only use the money on himself and no one else and refuses to work.
A tramp will hold up a sign seeking work and will work.
He said he was a tramp.
He plans to go to Sarasota, Fla. and work for a circus or carnival during the winter months when they're fixing their rides and touring Florida.
I hope to apply for a job at the UofA and also usher future Razorback football games.
I also hope to attend the Green Room meeting of Cobblestone Project tonight and write about their projects for the Daily Record.
I probably will go to Bentonville on Tuesday and see if Kent will print my next article.
The first quarter of the Georgia-Arkansas game was awesome.
Then when Jerry Franklin got ejected we fell apart.
I received an e-mail message from Curtis Yates about ushering. Alas, I didn't see it until Saturday morning and didn't have access to a telephone.
Shucky darns!
Hopefully I can attain a black pair of shoes and a white shirt by the next home game.
I had a very interesting conversation with a fellow "houseless" person at Seven Hills.
He asked me if I knew the difference between a hobo and a tramp.
A hobo will hold up a sign seeking monetary compensation. But he'll only use the money on himself and no one else and refuses to work.
A tramp will hold up a sign seeking work and will work.
He said he was a tramp.
He plans to go to Sarasota, Fla. and work for a circus or carnival during the winter months when they're fixing their rides and touring Florida.
I hope to apply for a job at the UofA and also usher future Razorback football games.
I also hope to attend the Green Room meeting of Cobblestone Project tonight and write about their projects for the Daily Record.
I probably will go to Bentonville on Tuesday and see if Kent will print my next article.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
zubs
Today has been an awesome day.
My good friend Henry Ho breakfasted at Chick Fil A. He gave me my laundry in a water-proof bag and provided me with a pair of Zubs. I'm going to have to learn how to wear this fashionable do-rag.
Don Imus better not make fun of me like he did the Rutgers women's basketball team.
And, as Henry forewarned, don't wear it into a convenience store. I'm not going to be one of America's Dumbest Criminals.
The skunk, Pepe LePew, is a gnarly nuisance!!
We don't want to have a skunk roast but he's keeping us up at night with his food foraging exhibitions.
Lesson No. 1: Don't leave food in your tent!
Lesson No. 2: Duct tape holes and plug them up with rocks!
Lesson No. 3: Don't attack a skunk or else one will be sprayed!
Lesson No. 4: A Razorback Transit bus driver told me he incurred the wrath of a skunk underneath his house. Or at least his cat did.
So he called a former animal control officer who advised him to use Massengill douche to deodorize and eradicate the overwhelmingly gagging smell.
My good friend Henry Ho breakfasted at Chick Fil A. He gave me my laundry in a water-proof bag and provided me with a pair of Zubs. I'm going to have to learn how to wear this fashionable do-rag.
Don Imus better not make fun of me like he did the Rutgers women's basketball team.
And, as Henry forewarned, don't wear it into a convenience store. I'm not going to be one of America's Dumbest Criminals.
The skunk, Pepe LePew, is a gnarly nuisance!!
We don't want to have a skunk roast but he's keeping us up at night with his food foraging exhibitions.
Lesson No. 1: Don't leave food in your tent!
Lesson No. 2: Duct tape holes and plug them up with rocks!
Lesson No. 3: Don't attack a skunk or else one will be sprayed!
Lesson No. 4: A Razorback Transit bus driver told me he incurred the wrath of a skunk underneath his house. Or at least his cat did.
So he called a former animal control officer who advised him to use Massengill douche to deodorize and eradicate the overwhelmingly gagging smell.
Friday, September 18, 2009
whew!!
"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times."
Charles Dickens penned that in "A Tale of Two Cities."
It was the blessed of times. It was the discombolatingest of times.
I quipped that and used a word that probably doesn't exist.
But I've been accused of using words that don't exist but 99.999999 percent of the time the words are in the dictionary.
Once a gentleman (and I use that word politely) sent me a copy of one of my sports articles which he had yellow marked 32 times and said I should read the book "KISS -- the Elements of Style." Keep it simple stupid.
I wrote a rejoinder column and said that my mother used to cut out my columns and pin them up around her bed, so when I returned home for Christmas they would be there adorning her room.
So, I politely wrote I would adhere to the KISS style, Keep It Scintillating Sir!!
I lost my identity last night.
But all of my cards were found in the library computer lab where I'd left them.
Like I told the nice lady at the checkout counter, if you're going to lose something lose it in the library where it will be safe.
All's well that ends well. I don't know who said that but it's how I feel today.
Thanks for reading and responding.
I hope to see the crackerjack charismatic Christians Mike and Rick Sunday at the Green Room meeting. And hopefully Kent will print my article following the meeting. He told me to just write when I attended an important event.
Charles Dickens penned that in "A Tale of Two Cities."
It was the blessed of times. It was the discombolatingest of times.
I quipped that and used a word that probably doesn't exist.
But I've been accused of using words that don't exist but 99.999999 percent of the time the words are in the dictionary.
Once a gentleman (and I use that word politely) sent me a copy of one of my sports articles which he had yellow marked 32 times and said I should read the book "KISS -- the Elements of Style." Keep it simple stupid.
I wrote a rejoinder column and said that my mother used to cut out my columns and pin them up around her bed, so when I returned home for Christmas they would be there adorning her room.
So, I politely wrote I would adhere to the KISS style, Keep It Scintillating Sir!!
I lost my identity last night.
But all of my cards were found in the library computer lab where I'd left them.
Like I told the nice lady at the checkout counter, if you're going to lose something lose it in the library where it will be safe.
All's well that ends well. I don't know who said that but it's how I feel today.
Thanks for reading and responding.
I hope to see the crackerjack charismatic Christians Mike and Rick Sunday at the Green Room meeting. And hopefully Kent will print my article following the meeting. He told me to just write when I attended an important event.
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