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Archive for August 22nd, 2008

Local Pothole

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Three days ago when I took this short clip, that pothole was almost getting big enough to show up on the next update of those satellite pics of our local streets. This afternoon, it was “fixed.” As seems typical around here, filled in poorly enough to pretty much guarantee that traffic will have to swerve dangerously around the crater once again within a month.

The snapshot to the right is Google Street View’s image for the same spot on the road, that pic obviously taken earlier, but probably by no more than 6-8 weeks.

[Irrelevant Side Note: Not until this ultra-brief video did it occur to me that when YouTube posts a video I’ve uploaded, their reviewers choose a representative frame from that video to act as the “teaser.” I know – duh me. I’m slow in that department.]

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Written by macheide

22 August 2008 at 4:13 pm

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Three Ways

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There’s three ways out of every box
Fall out the bottom
Or you crawl out the top
There’s three ways
Out of every, every box

three ways – the wallflowers

Kitty, Blue, and Cuddles cover my favorite Wallflowers song.

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Written by macheide

22 August 2008 at 12:25 pm

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Black Shadow

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I’ve been up working the past 3 hours since 1:30am, making the most of a touch of insomnia. So right before heading back for a little more sleep, had the chance to see that like her brother, Cuddles likes to chase her shadow.

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Written by macheide

22 August 2008 at 4:27 am

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baby for sale

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i waited in a gas station, expecting my ride to come soon. right outside th window, through th blinds i saw several girls take off their shirts, exposing their breasts. laughing loudly, they paraded for th passing traffic, raising a tiny baby above them, one of th girl’s child, shouting out that anyone who liked what they saw could claim th child as their own. someone put a phone call into th police, felt like it may have been me

an elderly man much older than i had a long thick gray beard, a wilderness road ran through th hair like through a mountainous forest. strangers came just to drive down that road

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Written by macheide

22 August 2008 at 4:04 am

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