Ronalda

Saw for the first time neice #3 playing high school soccer on Thursday. She's playing @ a school after her sister was a four year starter there== big shoes to fill, and not too much interest in doing it.

BUT : she was a real revelation in this game. I only saw the second half (had to sit with old kids I used to coach- again, nice to feel the love when yr called over to sit with them) and was really impressed with her game. She played left forward, scored a goal in the first half, and looked great trying to dribble/bull her way towards the net on many occasions. She reminded me of Barzilian great Ronaldo- attack around the opponents, but through them if they try to stop you. I was happy. She's playing again to-morrow @ 1000h.

I'm so sorry

GF's Dad died yesterday. I met him twice, but it was after a dibilitating stroke that left him, well, a jibbering patient. Wake is Sunday and Funeral Monday. There will be no trying to invite myself over to Gallos or Opera this Sunday nite. I've been to so many wakes and funerals over the years. Much more to come. Probably you or you or you reading this rite now will be waked by me, or me by you.

April/Come she will

And it's national peotry Month, so I get to put up a bunch of peorty books after break. However, the other window is up and 90% finished for April. It's called "Opening Day 2007" and I will tell you about my snarky bits..........

So, most know I'm a pretty big White Sox fan, and I have taken April to throw up a huge peonna(sp) to the Sox. We have books on the World Sox of course, and a huge Sox encloypedia. A history of Chicago in the World Series (my lone Cubs contribution, but the cover shows the 1906 series, where the Sox beat the Cubs 4 games to 2). Ed Walsh on the cover of a perfect game book, even though he never threw a perfect game. Ron Kittle on the cover of Charley lau's hitting boo. But it runs out then, so I have to be clever. Babe Ruth (The Greatest Player of All Time- c'mon, argue wit me, and I'll throw up his 90= pitching victories in yr face) Roberto Clemente, and Jackie Robinson had to be up there, but then :

There's El Duque (in a Yankee's uni)
There's Bo Jackson
There's Jose Canseco
There's Steve Carlton (Phillies uni)
There's Michael Jordan (Birmingham Bulls uni)

Connexion? Of course, all former Sox players, if only for a year or less. Finally, the new book about Kurt Flood, the first free agent (Up the Workers!!!), was thrown up. AND, a relative of one of the American League champs, the Tigers, works here. I get along with her well (veddy nice lady), and she was only too happy to contrib. a picture of her son. I also got a kool negro league poster that I put in the window, and I will get old Sox stuff from home after break. I'm thinking of putting an old Sox hat and my old Iroquios little league hat (9 yrs old) to hang in the window. Its ahead of us.

Uncle Albert

This is Rocky's favourite Sevenfooter since Wilt the Stilt. He LOVES him.

Action from last nite.

Talked to Big Frank last nite, and it seemed he wanted even more credit for the success of the dansing period, vis a vis grabbing a girl by the hand and getting them to simply swirl on the danse floor @ parties. I hate to say this, but I really can't remember. My memories of getting people to danse are all after him-meaning pulling up girls who would be too shy otherwise. His only concrete memory is of pulling up his wife to danse- again, well after the glory years of house parties/dansing. My guess is, he's probably rite. He was always one to go go go after women, and I've always been the one held by a shyness that is liturgically vulger.

J & B was in action last nite- I'll cut to the chase and tell you we won, and won huge. Five in a row. Lazers will fill in the update on Saturday since he's got a business trip or other. However, the news that I wish to put out is that one of the regulars--a totally good guy normally--called Kerney Meats started yelling @ me for booing Newbie. Newbie was our regular waitress for years until she got a teaching job. She was playing for another team-- she's always beein very friendly to us 'cause we always tipped well. Drink can make people idiots. But I was very disgusted, and I admidt I really don't want to go back there. The problem is is that I'm part of the team, and anyone who has been part of a team for years knows its not cool to let down the side. So I'm thinking of skipping a month and then coming back and being silent for a few games- As you mite guess, part of the fun for the crowd every other thursday is my loudmouth assault. Lets see how the fuck they enjoy dead silence the next few games. Idiot fucking drunk. No, I'm not quitting J & B, but my level of disgust @ these people (NOT J& B, y understand now- the people @ the bar). Lazers update will be coming out soon, so you can read that and get his perspective (I bet it'll only be a line about it).


This is the missive I've sent to my teamates explaing my action:

I was really disgusted by kearney meats and am boycotting that place for a month. If you guys triv it up the next few weeks, I'll say rite now that I'm OUT the next 2 games @ TC"s. I will be back, but i would appreciate if you do not tell them in 2 weeks where I am: I'm expecting my frenz to say "we don't know" if anyone askes the second game I'm gone. When I come back, I'm gonna be silent as hell. Let that fucking place enjoy the silence. I am open to going to other games @ other bars in these 4 weeks, but I will not rock the boat more on you guys. Play on the next 2 games w/ my total blessing, but will expect you all to be silent about me.

promiscious girl

So, that great new song--well, its old or so now--by Justin Timberland has Nelly Furtado on it? I can't rem. her part, just that the song rocks and that I wanted to put a sexy picture of Nelly on this site (and I discovered they did have some sort of collaboration). Truth be told, what made me fall in love with the image of Nelly F. was an old concert pisture in the trib from 2-3y past. I remember someone writing in 'cause they were dissapointed by her turn to 'hot and sexy mama'. They all grow up, and although that's hard to accept in someone with five baby neices, its a natural thing.

So:
New Justin song=great
Nelly=great

Fado and the telly

Went for some meat there on Wednesday. I had to get my car jumped- I left the lites on. We drove to Loop, found a free space 5 blocks away from fado, and walked it. We were thinking about a movie (well, I was), but flaked out in the end. We ate the irish breakfast, and Loved it. Drank a cider, and had to find an alley to piss it away somewhere around Archer and Racine. Gf came over, had a nap, and we watched Lost. I hate to say it (this is a set up for below), and I’ve said it before, but I’m not all that interested init anymore. I’m still watching, but so much less interest. Now, what I hate to say is this “Dude- lost was so much cooler way back, dude- it’s so uncool now, dude.” Now, gf and I have been trying to watch other tv shows so it can be “our time” and our interests. Two shows were taken from us, so we now watch “Betty la Fea”, (the anglo version) and are getting into Hero’s, the NBC show. I taped a whole bunch but we never watched it, until finally getting into the tapes we’ve had since, like November. Its really good, as I figgered. There was a outstanding moment of “Hey, fucking Great!!” in the last episode we watched. Nice when that happens. (Now the joke) We missed the first 5 shows, which hurts. But what would hurt more would be someone confronting us saying “Dude, Heroes was only cool the first five episodes, dude. After that, it was all downhill……man, but those first five shows………….damn, that was straight.” But I still have a lot of hope for Lost. That outfit that girl was wearing in last nites episode ?? Viva Lost.

My life as an Interior Decorator

Many hats do librarians wear. Teacher, researcher, disciplinarian, etc… are the obvious ones. Father-confessor even, but maybe that’s just this librarians job. But the one of interior designer is a hat I have enjoyed. I’ve blathered on about the book displays before (Feb. March). Generally, they take about a day to make up. I gotta search for materials to display among the collection. Then, a covering cloth that matches the display= pink for Women’s History month and blackgreenred for Black history Month. I also used orange and brown for November (Native American Heritage)- these colours are associated with the Pilgrims/Thanksgiving, so I hope it wasn’t offensive. I pile these up near the window and pick through everything until I’m happy with the window. This literally takes a whole day to make up two windows: I set stuff up, go out to the hall to check it, go back into the library to move it an inch, then back out to stare @ the window, then again move stuff another inch.

I’m very vainglorious, so I like to glimpse @ my creations every time I pass in the halls.

I also set up posters, changing them every month (20 posters or so) to match displays. Some are READ posters w/ stars promoting reading (Q always wanted one that REM did. Funny, I could get her one now, if she wanted…), but others are “famous African American scientists” or “famous woman writers” etc. I also create book displays- we’r getting in a whole bunch of new books lately, so I set them up for kids to see.

But wait, there’s more hats to wear. The big project lately is creating posters of kids with their picture, fave books, and quotes about reading. This display is in a prominent area. They are just about done, and they have turned out nice. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve tonnes of artists in many disciplines as frenz and I’m under no thinking that this is a major piece of work. However, the poster boards have tuned out rite, and everyone likes them (nice to get Love from yr co-workers- such a supportive atmosphere this is, which i love). I have to make @ least five more before the end of the year, and these things take a long time to do.

The future projects are on school TV At division each day (a 10m attendence period between 2d & 3d periods each day for official attendance purposes) With my pushing, the media center is going to create commercials for the library. The first are already done, more or less. We’re getting in the hottest shit kids read, the Japanese Manga graphic novels. Kids just are just super loving them. So I had the idea to promote our new order of about 90 of them by thrice repeating the opening riff of “Whole Lotta Love” --the BBC version--and flashing the covers of our new books to the beat. The words “New Manga” and then “Hilts Media Center” will flash over the covers. I like!! But the kids I delegated to make the power point-- two manga/computer freaks-- came to show me what they had, and their work was great!! So the idea now is to make three separate ads with the same ’see our new manga’ message and have one a day shown for the next few weeks. Good idea by me.

But there’s more. We are also going to do live action commercials for different reasons. Highlite our materials in Spanish, Polish, Chinese, and French. Highlight our magazines. Late fee/get those overdue books back so other can use them spiel. And etc… So I am a television commercial director as well. Over spring break I will jazzercise a bit to gum up my head, and then my mind to to come up with some scripts for the commercial. I’ve noticed that if I don’t jenkecise in a while, when I do exercise again, so many real kool, innovative, and jenked ideas come forth. It’s a realgood tool when used rite. I haven’t worked with the teachers in that dept. closely yet, so I need to make sure I don’t step on any toes. It’ll be fun.


Now, interior decorator, television director, writer, producer, etc....these are but a small part of the job, but one I'm liking more and more each day- I hate to write it, but I'm not half bad @ it, its good for the school, the co-workers bit, etc...........

bloody food

Going to the loop to-day. I have a 1/2 price coupon for Fado, so GF and I are going to get some black pudding and etc. I've discovered that its very easy to keep this woman happy= a simple date to the movies and dinner is wonderful for her.

I'm lazy. Is this all she has come to expect from me, or is she just happy hanging about??

Springtime for Hitler

Spring is fer sure in the atmosphere. Many for me are the signs. All are best signs.

1-Tulips.

My Dad had done odd jobs for a number of people in Beverly over the years like cutting grass, painting, roofing, repairing things, etc… When my Dad got too old suddenly to continue, he tried to pass on the grass cutting business to me. I did it for a summer, ten lawns a week (big Beverly lawns, like a suburb lawns) for $10 apiece. While my Dad took his time and spread the lawns over a few days, I blitz’d in and did them in 4.5h. Stupidly, I didn’t take the lawns over for good. I could still be doing them to this day.

Wait, wait----tulips……….

One of the people we cut lawns for died of old age. They sold the house and cast lots for his stuff. I got some hand me downs from him, and My Dad dug up the tulips from his backyard (Dad had been the one to plant them in the first place). He planted them in front of my house in the fall, and he died that winter. The next spring the forgotten tulips sprouted, and we all got a welcome reminder of him, as well as the feeling of life going on.

Tulips subsequently(sp) replaced roses (Dad grew them as well) as my favourite flower. The area where dads tulips grew has been augmented over the years by maybe 150 more, and we always have a nice--yes, brief--tulip display every spring. Anyway, they have been out a week and are growing dense and strong. I got maybe 35-40 almost free in the fall, so the bed of flowers should be especially good this spring.

2-Birds.

Song is in the air, most notably by the robins screaming their heads off early in the morning. I came back late Friday nite, and it was the total concert on the block. Very very loud singing, in each tree, by a robin. If you are ‘up this late these I guess few weeks’ until mates and territories are settled, you can’t escape the racket.

Quick, while we’re on birds, I saw a whole new bird today- the brown creeper.I was hanging outside with the kids on Sunday. Neice’s # 4 & 5 were over and outside riding on those ‘skateboards with steering colums’ when I spotted movement in the silver maple next door. I only saw it for 15 seconds, but was able to figure it out quick. I ran to get the Peterson’s guide and looked under nuthatch because of the birds behaviour- it crawled up the tree. It wasn’t the nuthatch, but the creeper was on the same page. It looked like it, the size of it, and its circular style of climbing the tree. Then I heard it sing, and it matched what the book said it sounded like. All of that took, maybe, three minutes. I was real proud of myself.

Quick, while we’re on bird songs, I heard another strange song in the air. Since its migration season, I hear a lot of stuff that’s unfamiliar. This time, I was able to spot the strange singer- it was the very familiar Dark Eyed Junco. Listen to the call here.

Quick, while we’re on familiar birds, we’ve been getting the regular downy woodpecker return. Only one or two, as far as I can tell and judging by the volume. They’re very cool looking birds, and I’m glad we get them.

Mike Quick. Another mass flyover from the geese. Again spotted them for gf, and she heard them when they crossed her position. Neat.

Hey , what happened to the deal with spring???????

3-Boys and Girls.

This really is the defining marker for spring= when they kids pair up. What ever the science is, released phremones and chemicals in the membrane what have you, it’s a rel trip to suddenly see the whole school air up overnite. There’s always couples, both ephemeral and “we’ve been to-gether since 9th” types. Suddenly, a lot of kissing in the middle of the halls and tonnes of hand holding from couples you would never have dreamed of. it’s a fun time.

Jews, the Messiah, and the Messiah. And one person named after me!

Spent Friday/24th in Rogers park @ Jamie Tree's. Was laughing because this was gf's inagural meeting with him, but he was fine. Over the years, one never knew what kinda Jimes y'd get- the jovial fun loving one, or (one skitzo minute later) the vitriolic vindictive unconnected with reality dude who would be laughing about the treatment yr gonna be in for @ the end of time, when he and his buddy ............well, nevermind, sufficite it to say he was in 'good form'.

I'd stopped by O.R.F. and then to Army Z's. Amry Z is moving out of a fabled building, the bakery building, in two months. I said it to noone until talking to Z. & gf Friday, but I gave serious thought to moving into that building a few months ago. Z's 'mates moved out, and he was looking for a roomie, and I should have moved in. Kool building, kool 'hood, I woulda had a door that I could lock and have my place to myself. My biggest dream really is a place where I can lock the door, just for a day, and not have to deal with anything sometimes............I really want that, and here it was @ a nice price, and................well, I'll be sleeping in my mothers basement for a few more years, I bet.....

Jamie lives in Rogers Park in a sorta halfway house.

First, the Jews.

Rogers Park is great because its the only place in Chicago where you can see Hasidic Jews just walking about. Wanna see Latinos? Go to La Vallita. Palestinians? Marquette Park. White people? Mt. greenwood. But if you want to see Jews, its Rogers Park. I knew that gf had probably never seen this site, so I got her up to see a hasidic family walk by. This isn't Manhattan.

Second, the Messiah.

So it seems some jews have a new messiah. One apartment had a huge yellow banner up with a hasidic looking dudes picture and "MESSIAH HAS ARRIVED" or something. I had no clue some jews believe the messiah has already come. Look above for King Rebe. I may be off on the whole messiah bit, but i find it interesting.

Finally, the Messiah.

Jims prophet, Der Feurher, was not present this nite. Der Feurher is a manipulating freak who recieves signals from heaven that allows he--AND ONLY HE- to understand what God says and wants. He has created a dense fantasy world (think Henry Darger)that is based on his interpreting words in the Bible (through English to Greek dictionaries, then Greek to Semitic dictionaries it, etc.......until a meaning that he likes comes up, then:

"LOOK AT ME. I AM THE ONE TO DECHIPER GODS WILL. GOD TRUSTS ONLY IN ME TO HAVE THE CORRECT DEFINITION OF HIS WORD. ALL OF YOU IMPARED PEOPLE: YOU WILL GO TO HELL IF YOU DO NOT LISTEN TO EVERYTHING I SAY!!!"

And this shit that comes out of his mouth is comical. I know I have no licence on Jesus's thoughts, but let me take this opportunity to speak for Christ and say I can't imagine that Hesus would have anything but sorry to hear another human speak and believe the words of Der Feurher.

Der Fuerher actually has one person who believes all of this. Fuck it if it isn't my buddy Jamie. And Der Feurher rocks his 'position' hard on the back of his one disciple. many were the days of hanging around wit jamie where it was just days on ndless bible study- but not on "Love thy neighbour" or "What credit is it to Love one of your family..." or "Let he who is without sin..." or "Forgive them lord, they know not what they do" , its on made up stuff like the importance of "The Four Winds", or, not to disrespect, the "Four Winds", or, hey, what about the "Four Gifts"...........its all tripe like that.

The one position that hasn't been corroded(sp) is when I say "Hey Jimes, what about Palestine?". Jamie understands what work the USA does in this world, so he's not a fan of Isreal (he's actually been to Palestine). Der Feurher understands not to take up this subject unless Jimes is calmed down and alone. Then the Abu Garhib techniques can be used on his mind.

So, Jamies position isn't so bad. Der Feurher is there all the time, but lives down the hall (good = not in same room 100%/time). Jamie is split from his baby momma, so the child, Patrick, doesn't have to listen to all the fighting. he seems ok. We , uh, spun the jdradle, and jamie remained fine in mind. It was a good nite, and plans were made to have him come down to Southside to hang out next week, when I have break (he gets disability).

16 into 8

Post in dcs on NCAA's, complete with smutty picture of USC cheerleaders.

The extinguisher years

I always named my frenz cars from the time they started buying them. Exeter, named after both the English heavy cruiser that took on Graf Spee off Montevideo and the town in England where my favourite sex scene in movie history took place- the hotel in Exeter in 'French Leuit. Woman'. Exeter (car) was Moho's first, and it featured a window only entrance to the navigator seat. Eventually, one of the other doors got the same condition.

I used to sit navigator because of my fucking loud voice. We used to drive around the neighbourhood and, well, yell @ people. Not "we're gonna kick yr ass" stuff, but crazy non-sensical stuff where bizarro was the prized component.

I'm struggling with a name for the car. It's been a year. Something military, as I envision the car as a warship. I've thought about naming it Peter Strasser. The Cobb would be good. Well, its not a big deal. I'll see again next year.

Cars to pass our time had its highest achievement during The Extinguisher Years. Frenz would steal fire extinguishers from wherever. We would fill them up with water and pump in the extreme pressure by using a gas station's air pump. We would patrol the hood, looking escecially for girls but letting loose @ anyone who we could get to. We'd often pull over to the side and ask for directions. People were friendly and they would want to help us. In the car we'd wait until we couldn't, then shoot the extinguishers into the people. We'd know where certain girls would hang out- this front porch on this street, or porch in that neighbourhood- and patrol that area. Once we blasted the Burger King takeout window. Seems cruel now, but it also seems funny.

Years later, it still comes back. Early this century on one morning old lover Afrika Korps was driving us to work @ our respective schools as I was relating the above story to her. She turned and said:

You know, when I was young, these guys asked us for directions and then hit us with all of these extinguishers.

-Where? In front of that old gen. merchadise store on 57th and Kedzie.

-When? I was 14.

A quick mental calculation, double checked:
-Yeah, that was us.

Those battletanks, once serving my youth so formidably, are rusting somewhere. I guess.

An Amazing Couple

Saw this film this week sometime. It is part two of the trilogy films, of which I saw the first (and posted about it, let me see if I can find it and link it up), called "On the Run", a few months ago. "On the run" was superlative: it had me talking French for a few days. This film was nowhere near as good, but it fit into the idea very well.

Trilogy is three films that I knew were related somehow, but until I saw "Amazing Couple" I just didn't get it. The three films share characters and scences, but are also stand alone. It was pretty neat to see reprised scences, and "frenz" from the last film (you know when you just love characters in a film/book/play/theatre/tv show -they become yr friend?). One friend from the first film returned, one was shown to be quite the snake, and there's still a thrid film to be watched!! Ole!!

jamie tree

Got aholda Jamie last nite, and he seemed pretty amenable to me hanging out with him. Jamie tree is a real, honest to goodness schitzophrenic that I've known since Dekalb days of 1990. When i first met him I just thought he was knida funky. his condition deterioiated over the years, and he became a real hassle. So, that hristian thing, where we are supposed to look after the sick?? I know.

So I called him last nite, and he sounded pretty ok. Just the fact that he wanted to hang out was a good sign. He has a kid with another friend of mine, Sandra, and she works on the wkd. jamie has his hand full these days, so he was happy to hear from me. He's had some wicked days in his past, and like some other frenz of mine I always blamed myself for any faults in our friendship. Well, there was that thing between Spanky* (an old girlfriend of his.......and mine)and me, but that was HIS IDEA............well, unless y count the countless thoughts I had of her in my own mind. But now i realise that all people are funky, and if he is blaming all the world for his condition today, I don't necessarily have to agree with him on my part of the fault.

He lives on disability in beautiful Rogers Park. He pays no rent beacuse he lives with a bunch of other irregulars. I'm encouraged- he's an open book generally, and what I read into his tone was pretty good. We'll see.

*= first mention of this old lover.

Spirit Desire

Miss me, don't dismiss me........

Please click the above lynx. It's that underlined blue print. Just put the cursor over it and CLIXX!! There will be more on this subject later (I'll spill about my thoughts on that most sontroversial of all sonics LP's, but for now, this from Scout Rocky. I will ALSO admidt that I AM going to buy a ticket.

And this tidbit about bitchfork sent in from anon.

check later here, maybe to-morrow, but.........i WILL UPDATE THIS POST.

My cousins boyfriends big shot train

My cousin is dating some guy in the Montana State legislature. These big shots have somehow gotten aholda a train (similar to the one in..........what was that prison break movie? oh- runaway train).
Kidding aside, she sent me a raft of snaps, and it isn't too hard to convince me to post one of a train.

How lame am I?

How lame am I?

This is how lame I am.
Yesterday was considered a banner day in my life. Wait for it......
1)I got my oil changed.
2)I got 2 tickets to The Sparrow, the new play by the House comapny, my favourite. It was extended for an additional run @ Steppenwolf after we missed it the first time round (was counting on seeing it on extended run).
3)Got an appointment over spring break to find out the results of my tests that I took in my "Heart and Lungs to be saved" Tour 2006-2007.
4)emailed Moho for our barbers phone #. He retired, but for us 'special customers' we get to continue to get out barbering done in his basement.

How lame am I?

This is how lame I am.
I'm returning four movies to Chicago Public Libraries from last week that I haven't watched. For the second week in a row. And my ice cool plans for to-nite= no gf, so I'm watching the second feature of the Trilogy trilogy. Canna wait.

How lame am I?
Well, apparently that's all.......

NCAA's on another site

Hype it up

Best or Most Insulting email replies to me................n.1

#1)))here's an early leader for most insulting of the year 2006.


From : rocky
Sent : Friday, December 8, 2006 1:13 PM
To : "hilts, virgil"
Subject : RE: FW: Video Removed: Copyright Infringement


never mind, jenks.. if Dragon agrees to my plan afore emailed (to him), then you'll be (once again) irrelevant, freak. but check out our new video, eh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQmQst6MX18


#2)))a good expression. ok, not as kool as "all systems gay", but......It was a "I have to cancel to-nites plans for the Bears game email"

-----Original Message-----
From: Crankface
Sent: Monday, October 16, 2006 8:47 AM
To: Hilts
Cc: Rocky, Dragon
Subject: RE: bears monday nite


Dudes. I must rehearse. Thar she blows.



#3))) Munson Wu leans in.........

From : Munson the Great
Sent : Friday, August 18, 2006 10:43 PM
To : Hilts@luftstalagIII.com
Subject : RE:

all this leads me to believe you too fuckin jenked to be paying attention. i
don't have titles. i need to actually be there. is there a way to get me a
guest pass to your high school library???

Clearinghouse #3

#1)From my fellow media specialist=


THE WEDDING TEST

My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me. It was her beautiful younger sister.

My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, and generally was bra-less. One day "little" sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome.

She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.

Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word.

She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me."

I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled off her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline
straight to the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car.

Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping!

With tears in his eyes, my future father-in-law hugged me and said, we are very happy that you have passed our little test.....we couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."

And the moral of this story is: Always keep your condoms in your car........

"Your bedchambers?"

Is this not what #6 would say??

The big story was not that for the third time in six days I hung with K (The Angry Pacifist), nor that Gallo was hanging on the South Side for the first time since he gave me a ride home after the Wire show in April 2000 (that girl never called me back- she was probably a Cub fan), but that K had CLEANED UP HIS CRIB for Gallo's arrival. Just kidding- the big news was Gallos visit. I had ran up to North Side to go to o.r.f's, then back down after hanging with The Others, so I got to k's late. It wa nice, just hanging around, till gf called and spurred us into action. gallo had scoped out a nice place in Blue Island that I've gone to several times. it was kinda expensive for my tastes (just barely), but I was gung ho to go. We had a nice dinner- I loved the ribs and just finished off the take-home portion for lunch rite now- and then went to Lannies. It was a very very crowded St. Patricks day crowd, and it took forever to even get half of us seats.

Gallo wanted to go to another, but the chemicals in my DNA was preventing me from going further. My family history includes depression- hey, lets go into the confessional type of blog- and it has hit me many times. My junior year of university had its impossible moments- that was my first 'hey, what is this?'. Sometimes it lasts a long time-- that girl who broke my heart 4-5 years ago??--the breaking of the heart was just a good excuse for me to let the chemicals in my DNA go--. Usually it just lasts a few hours, and I understand and just ride it out. It's not a big deal, unless you have plans with other people. And don't get me wrong- this is no debilitating thing-just, every 2-3 monthes or so, i have these moments. hit saturday.

SO-I was having a great time, was really glad Gallo was down here, but it struck @ sometime, and I realised I just wanted to go in and be by myself. Gf got 'mad'- well, she doesn't realise the 'moods' thing I go through, thinking everything is self-refential, so 'mad' would not be the correct term- becacuse she usually comes in acvter a nite out She wouldn't take hints, broad hints, me asking her, me tellinh her, then finally me sleeping on the couch== until she left. Why did this have to happen?? The deal being, again, she thought it was her fault for something, and she's someone who , well, is rally hard to get to listen to anything I say. I used to have that problem ==from me this time= from Q and Madonna. Now its my turn.

Ok, away from confessional. Back to self aggrandising. Got more love for the blog from Gallo, and like I said before, I realise its a good thing. A time line in words (follows). When Rocky came down last week, he told me he dug the blog and it's conceit (it's 'fanciful idea') was good- basically, its conceit shouldn't be changed because.............well, what would be the point? This gave me the idea of, fuck it, just lay in with the scatologiacl humour--the shit jokes. That led me to write the posts for the Friday edition of securityout! blog-the one with "how come I get no comments?' and the Reversnd Jackson one. Personally, I think they are amongst the best stuff I've done, but I realise that too many shit jokes will make this blog worthy to be flushed down the toilet. So, I'll mix up shit with confessions and 'what i did yeaterday' and bird watching and etc........................I will let my audience come to me sometimes, but will also shit on them from time to time.

Disturbing news: A second friend has now said that he doesn't read my blog @ all because it's too hard to read. Blackie joins Dragon as good frenz who have an inability to read my poetry and prose. Now, ya gotta realise that both of these guys spend 34% of their waking lifes hunched @ the computer, so I was shocked- my writing is so bad they can't take the blog for the 45sec it takes to read it every day (except for whenever Ithica sees the lite of nite)??

After the first week of this blog long a go people commented on the language, and I cleaned it up a bit. However, this is about as far as it goes. Unlike Dylan, I'll go to my audience just a bit- the rest of y (easy, all- how could I NOT use this allusion??) will just have to deal with being shitted upon.

NCAA's

Hit this spot for my dcs bit on the first day of the NCAA's

Guest Speaker

We had a real good guest speaker @ school today. Lets just say one of his jobs is being a Reverand, and maybe one of his sons is a congressman. It was fun having a star inschool.

What a speaker !! He had the whole auditorium speaking along with him. His main message was that we have to live in unity, highlighting especially the need for black and latino to understand each other. What a speaker !! Oh, I wrote that already. Well, let me demonstrate- lets make up that he was talking about the importance of the bathroom and construct this speech (italisized speech is the auditorium of kids responding):

Rev. speaking
It is important for the young people to know how to go. Now say after me:

If I need to go (If I need to go)

to the bathroom (to the bathroom )

Then I must (Then I must)

Then I must(Then I must)

go to the bathroom (go to the bathroom )

and if it's messy (and if its messy )

and if - it's - MESSY (and if its messy )

(((cheers of the students)))

then I need to clean my mess(then I need to clean my mess)

and if it's very dirty (and if its very dirty )

(((cheers of the students)))

then I need to get out the soap and water(then I need to get out the soap and water)

Then I - need - to - get - out -the -soap -and -water(then I need to get out the soap and water)

then I NEED to get out the soap AND WATER(then I need to get out the soap and water)

(((massive cheers of the students))

to make sure(to make sure)

to make sure(to make sure)

that its good and clean(that its good and clean)

and if it gets all over my pants (and if it gets all over my pants)

then I need to (then I need to)

take off those pants (take off those pants )

and throw them into the washer(and throw them into the washer)

and get then real clean(and get then real clean)

Thank you students, and stay clean, wash up, and bathroom it up............... (((standing ovation)))

NCKK's

Saw the later games @ K's.

After not seeing the guy since last August, I've hung wit him twice this week and:

prob. to-morrow

and

plans for a Gallo/KK southside romp Saturday.

Hope for many underdogs in the tournement were blunted as the day went on.

Friday's games beckons.

Hey: a comment !! True!!

Hey!! I got a comment from a post last week!! Remember how many Blackstaff used to get in its heyday? I bet people are still lining up to comment on his blog. Except you no longer can, so here's my comments on blackies blog (which is also restricted to a few people- no linx here).

@@@.com says=
"Oooo!! those clouds look cool-you fucking pussy!!"
"Hey blackie, did you shit on any of those highways while you were driving them?"
"Those mountains look like piles of steaming shit!!!"
Where s the bathroom on that hiway- I have to take a shit with the nazis and also take another shit"


This one was deemed too controversial=
"Bathroom?"

I heard someone say 'he deserved it'

If yr linkin' what im linkin'

Clearinghouse #2

#1
This from William Randolph Foist with the headline "have you seen this man?"


These three are old as sin and are going out blind. There may be no active linx anymore. Hopefully it still works and is not filled with Nazi and Sex imagery (can't access YouTube from here). If they are filled with that stuff, then Blackie belongs with Hitler.

#2
This from Black-ee, May 2006

#3
And Blax again from June 2006

#4
Finally, the Blackjack Oct O'Six

Too many on a school nite

Four ciders. I can't drink that much on a wkd nite anymore, yet there I was, @ Keegans, having to wake up early the next AM................The real pain came in when I refused to go to sleep, and ended up today with 4h sleep. One for each decade of my life.

GF and I were going to catch the Simeon game @ UIC, but I flaked out in the parking lot of school. Rite then Rocky called and said "drinx?" so we said yes.

About the nite:
1) Rocky was in a good mood. He can be a moody pregnant dog sometimes, but he was "good Rox" this nite: he didn't even insult me or offend gf in anyway.

2)I got lots of love for what I'm doing now, blogging. I've felt it before; some people really enjoy security out and dcs. Just by someone pursuing a subject I driveled on, I 've known they are digging it. Not every post etc., but they are glad its out there (Or 'security out' there)I knew, but yesterday it was nice to be grilled on one million different things blog by rox. he wanted to know how to post pics, how to do linx, etc.......I have a feeling he's next. I understand loving a blog: back in Blackiesblogs heyday, it was #1 thing to click to, even before checking my emails sometimes. Rocky even hit upon the salient points of conceit in security out : the vanity, the ridicilous spellings, codenames, the absurdity of it all that make it fun for me. I have a lot of respect for Rocky's aestetics- it was good to feel him digging that shit.

3)GF has never read this blog. She has NO clue. I've left it go (her not reading it), realising that one day she'll get hip to that trip and spend a day hunched in front of the computer, but i'm letting it go @ its own pace. Rocky knew this as we looked @ my new computer for 40m downstairs while gf and mom hung upstairs: when we got to Keegans, he immediaetly turned on the roxyness over gf and pointedly pointed out stuff about 'gf' and 'gf and I' that I've posted. I've totally wanted her to read it, but also terrified for her to read it. It was FUN to watch her go from stunned to really stunned when Rocky started in on what he'd learned on the blog. She tried to peep out a protest with a "But you never told me" type deal, to which both of us totally dismissed nah nah nah, you can't try and play that : just PLUG THE FUCKING ADDRESS INTO THE BOX, gf. Just ask me for the address- I won't say no, how could I?

Sammy in dcs

My post on Sammy Sosa in yesterdays dcs.

On dcs we try and rabblerouse a bit in different ways, and one way for me is to be the outsized Ugly WhiteSox fan. This post is a great example of this from me-although I do throw some backhanded love @ Cub fans.

This one from Drax

Wow- veddy funny. Haven't talked to Drax since caliwedding last summer when hung out a lot with him. Sent him a pestering "Read this dcs post I have out now" and he responded with this. Excellent.
Funny, he was a topic of conversation not once but twice last nite.

I'm thinking of a word..............

Hung wit K last nite - first time since the vampire party in Rockford. It was great to see and hang wit him. he lives reasonably close so that it was easy to ring him @ 2000H and say lets hang We watched the John.........what's his name, he's on before Colbert? Great show-since i'm not 'cable-friendly' (cribbed + adapted from Crankface)I never get to watch it.

Visiting inspired me to revisit one of his classic quotes and, well, crib + adapt it for this blog:

I'm thinking of a word to describe K's living condition......wait.......the word is coming to me............it's on the tip of my tounge...........wait.........the word is squalor: K's living condition is squalor.


For the original quote:
K's living condition = Pink Floyd
Squalor = Awesome

Goodkixx---yeesh!!

I'll get a call from Goodkixx.....a lot. he's divorced- well, in the process of-- and he loves women. He's off on Mondays and Tuesdays, so about every Monday 'round 8 or so its "Hey, Hilts, wanna go to Lannies?" I always feel bad because I just don't want to go out and drink when I have to get up the next day. Plus there's like 5 people there on a onnday nite. I really do feel bad- until last nite.

I felt ok, and gf was over, so we decided to go out. She called him, and he was already @ the madhouse (on this nite) of Lanigans. Totally packed. Now remember, EVERY MONDAY NITE HE CALLS TO PESTER ME TO GO TO THIS PLACE--EVERY MONDAY NITE. So we went, had a few words with him, and he ran after chix the whole time. Great. So we count when there's no one there, but if the bar is packed, well, fuck us. Dragon once went out to another 'hood place called 115 Bourbon street (warehouse type bar/sportsbar/dance floor, concert area) and we saw him, like 10m in four hours. I'm not mad, cause he's another of those characters I tend to be frenz with, but.....what did Rotton say leaving the stage in S.F.?

Other news: Nellie (old bartender-well, young bartender, but y know) went back to Ireland Teddy was there (75 year old oldmanbartype-good guy) and I didn't tell him to look @ the hooker I just picked up (gf-an old standard joke between us 3) but I did pester him to let me hook him up with some jax. New joke to be exploited in the future.

Well, its a monday, and its 2 1/2 h before 8pm. I'll tell Goodkixx hello from y'all.

There must be some kind of Mistake

Two related subjects, sorta.

First Subject.
Pulled a dumb one friday nite. Misunderstanding. Gf came over and she wanted to go out, because "We never go out anymore" Instantly I felt I was a bad boyfriend. SHIT !! But then I happened upon my planner about 1/2h later, and realised that we'd gone out the previous Friday. And Saturday. And Sunday. AND THE THURSDAY AS WELL !!! Mad Mad Judy ?? Mad mad me!!! Again another 1/2h passes,and I happened upon the weekd before- yep, bulls on friday and St. Bedes on saturday. I mean what the fuck, dude. What couple that's been going out for 1 2/3rd years goes out even once on the weekends?

So, I was a bitch to her that nite, a real bitch. I felt it was justified.

However, what she meant was that while its great to hang out with 6/7--40 people on a given nite, she was wanting to just hang out in our little couple connexion. She told me this Sunday, and I felt bad for what my reaction. That's whay I really wanted to go out Sunday nite.


Second Subject.
We don't fite that much, but I'm glad we do. I mite be wrong, but I've always felt that a couple that doesn't fite has no passion. Not fite all the time, but I think both must have a stake in the relationship and care where its going. I remember near the end of Q I'd let her do whatever whe wanted 'cause I just didn't care and wanted 'the water to flow downstream' without me having to justify the laws of gravity (man did we used to fite, until the end). Also Madonna, near that end, asked Why don't we ever fight? Then we were too far gone, and we both knew it, and we let it dwindle out.

Q and Madonna=Great women.
GF=Better.

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Mt. Greenwoods Annual Disruption

They had the big Southside Irish Parade yesterday. I didn't quite make it, and have only gone once. If they had it @ a respectible hour, instead of NOON, maybe i'd go more often.. I years past, I'd be coming home late on the bus and only the mass amout of beer cand and debries streching --no lie-- two miles down 103d and 111th from Western to Pulaski. You can't park anywhere near Western, so people park a mile or two away, then walk back after.

Even though I've lived in this 'hood since July, 1991, I like it:

1)Western Avenue is a great nitetime place (( What are you doing to-nite? I'm going to Western Avenue. )) with the best Irish bars in the city (sorry for all this Irish stuff lately, but it is the season). Its basically the only time my neighbourhood is ever in the news. I can only seem to remember one other time: two outs in the bottom of the ninth in game four of the 2005 World Series- Mt. Greenwood was one of the few hoods mentioned in the "they've waited so long" speech.
2)The street flooded by drunk people dressed in green. Maybe not quite the streets of Manhatten or Mumbai, but tens of thousands of peoples all over. Street vendors, families, teenagers, old people, and blasted drunks. The picture above doesn't do the density justice.
3)Open liquor on the streets. Go ahead, as long as yr 21, you can drink rite in front of the police.
4)Parties lasting all nite, all over the place : people mill through the neighbourhood until I sleep, and I'm sure after as well.
5) Staggering drunx.

In Praise of Shopgirl, Claire Danes, Womans clothes, and Fetishes of All sorts

Great movie. Dvd'd the other day.Claire Danes. Wow!! I'm adding her to the list from last Sunday.

What a fucking great wardrobe they outfitted her in. Not everything she wore, but just outstanding!!

I love a woman in stylish clothes. Ok, its a fetish of mine. I'm pretty vanilla that way, but the clothes thing................A woman should never go clothes shopping with me, unless she really really wants..................to........... Pretty much every single one of my old girlfriends liked it. I read in some Cosmo type mag that woman really like that-interest in clothes. Anyway, Claire @ one point had these long black Audrey hepburn gloves on, and nothing else...............it, um..........inspired.............um....................this post !!

The Transmigration of Souls...err, birds......

It's migration time, and they're all running through us.

The Canada Geese

Hear the honking above you-it's hard to miss, but the Canada Geese are comin' through. They do winter in the area (wherever there's an open body of water, even if its a company pond, they're there), but on Sunday there was maybe a thousand, in three different flites.

Several things are great about this.

1) They're back, and these birds can be very personable. Some of the CG's don't like humans, but others will feed out of your hand. The ones in the park near about 14th and Elizabeth( I was near there to-day)do eat : the ones on the campus of Brooks HS don't.

2)In World War 2, the Allied bombers would circle the skies over their base until all of the flite was congregated, then they'd begin their flite properly to where they were going to bomb. Mainly they'd fly in those V formations for mutual protection. So over England back in the day they'rd be hundreds of planes circling circling circling until it was time to go.
Same thing with these tremendous honkers. I'm not sure how high their flite patterns are, but above the house on sunday morn. were hundreds and hundreds of those loud ass things circling so they could properly V up. I saw three giant flites, two were somewhere around 400, and one about half that size (I counted up a section of the sky, then guessed the total each time.) The thing about it is you can here the cachophony of honks - impossible to miss. I was on the phone w/ gf and told her about it, then told her to go out side - NOW!- to see. They were flying north by northwest, from my house to hers.

3)They're beautiful birds, and huge. No way a bald Eagle would mess with these things.


The Common Grackles

First one of the season was seen by me on Saturday. They're bossy biggish birds (wait, though : they're probably 1/30th the size of a CG, but compared to a finch, y'know). What was new? .For the first time I saw them hanging on the suet feeder. They have never been on it before, it being the dominoin of the starlings, woodpeckers, Parakeets, and the occasional cardinal. We'll see if these guys try to move permanently(sp) onto it. They are bullies. Once I tried to entice a ring billed gull into the yard by tossing it bread- it hung on the roof, being too wary to desend into the enclosed yard (takes them a bit to take off, so they stayed away) until the grackles entered the scene and drove the gull away. Remember that scene from Independence Day when the humans had won and instead of our USAF F-18 Hornets being chased away by the flying saucers, the human planes were now flying after the aliens? same sorta scene: two grackles ripping on the tail of a much larger gull. Nice site, and I'm glad I could pass it on.
I once coached Neice #3 in a summer league, and since the teams colours were blue and purple, I named them the Common Grackles, or the Grackles for short. They were of an age, 12-3, where they just thought this was great. I had another team in black and yellow that year: the Starlings. Both dominated the league that year, especially the Grackles.

Addendum

Parakeets for the first time in a while (usually I'm @ work, so I don't see them often)
Cardinal, again first time in awhile. Some Cardinals migrate, some stay. I've created the conditions for my neighbourhood pair to stay, but they have gone for the 3d year in a row.
Singing and shouting. It's spring, and sSunday ws the day they were in fine voice. Chatter everywhere. I like.

Fuckyoutube (from Rocky)

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Olde stuff from William Randolph H. .....

#1
Why do librarians like Democrats better than Republicans?

Because Democrats use bookmarks, but Republicans bend over pages.


#2
Linx clix go!

Crispen Glover on Dave

go-ok

Below is a hyperlinnk..................a click it good

Hers that okgo video- i know this is so 1997, but............

In praise of gf/short list incomplete

Loves this mama's boy with a mothers attention - though sometimes too much.

Never a reader, she now reads bigtime.

Loves Lanigans and Keegans. Not sure about Rainbo.

Everyone loves her, though sometimes I'm uncomfortable with how much.

When we use a 1/2 price coupon in a restuarant, she never complains when I have her redeem it ('cause I often have a social embaressement about my cheapness, unless, of course, I'm blogging about it).

The Glory of us all

What satisfied him?

To have sustained no positive loss. To have brought a positive gain to
others. Light to the gentiles.


Rocky just gave me the holy manna. Earlier he turned me onto the free books thing (scroll below to-day) and I immediately looked under "Joyce, James" for Ulysses to no avail. But here it is, in its glory. I absol. love the book, even better than............oh, all art is good. But Ulysses is very special to me, and NOT in the "I'm so kool because the only people I know who read this is Balckie and I" type of way*. I guess I can't claim that 'cause Darwina read it as well, but she's a PhD in Lit., so she don't count. Yes she does.

So, Ill be posting out favoured passages from time to time. The above one glories in the character Bloom- one of us all, AND with 'the touch of the artist about him'. I'll have to find the bannana peel passage next. Or the Strategam one. Or the Catalog Them one. Or the fireworks on the strand one. Or the yes to say yew--nah, too famous.....................

Here's the direct to Ulysses

Its in the linx as well.

*= Notice how i did have to say that I did read it........but I won't mention I rad it 3x now. Kill.

Charlie Watts : Latest drummer to self combust.

Free Books !!

This is a hyperlink. Ya gotta click it if ya wanna see what free books are in order.
Thanx, baywatch.

Making the Team.

My family got double giant great news yesterday.

Nephew #2 has made the varsity volleyball team @ his h.s. Making the varsity means being one of the top 13 players @ the school. Needless to say, this is a giant achievement. Bad uncle, I've never seen him play volleyball even once. However, to be fair, I've coached him on three different soccer teams over the years, and seen tremendous amounts of other teams, mainly soccer, that he has played on. he gave up hs soccer after his first year, which........well, it wouldv'e been fun, but he knows whats best for him. Kids have way too loaded a schedule these days.

Less suprisingly, Neice #3 made her freshman soccer team. It's not hard to make the freshman team - her time of trial comes in the junior year in trying to make the varsity squad. (That's why the estatic reaction for Nephew #2's achievement). However, hers is a famous last name @ this hs because Neice #1 was a captain of the team and star for all four years. No way they would cut that name. Neice #3 isn't the biggest fan of soccer, but : either she didn't want to dissapoint us, she likes being part of the team, or maybe she does like it better than we think- but were glad she's in.

Neice #2 went to the same school, and was cut from the team after not making the volleyball or basketball team. Now this day, when it came out that she was cut, was a terrible day for us- we were so sad beacuse we knew she wanted it. What a terrible day that was. Things were so gloomy around he house/family then, we felt so bad for her. I coached her on three different soccer teams back in the day and was really trying to prep her for tryouts. She survived, and will be a university freshman in 5m. Glory be to her.

White Sox @ Heart

This a hyperlink to a rather long (for a blog entry) article I wrote for dcsblog. I put days of work in, but a lot of it was inspired by Soxfrenz of mine. Well done to them.

The Fall...........................guy

Very obvious that Scotter Libby was guilty, and so Obvious, even to the Jurours, that cheney and Rove and that type of....................government staffer should be put away for years.

Rocky sent some tidbits :

Exhibit 402: Cheney's Notes on Wilson's Op-Ed Article
Below is a clipping of Joseph Wilson's New York Times op-ed piece, published July 6, 2003. Wilson's article challenges the administration's public characterization of intelligence about alleged Iraqi attempts to buy uranium in Africa. The clipping shows Vice President Cheney's handwritten notes: "Have they done this sort of thing before? Send an Amb. to answer a question? Do we ordinarily send people out pro bono to work for us? Or did his wife send him on a junket?" Wilson's wife is Valerie Plame, who worked for the CIA.

Hyperlink #1

Exhibit 532: Libby and Cheney Notes on Scandal Response
The notes at the top of this page (link below) are talking points written by Libby for White House Press Secretary Scott McClellan. Vice President Cheney added his own notes at the bottom. They read, in part, "Not going to protect one staffer + sacrifice the guy the Pres [the words "the Pres" were crossed out by Cheney] that was asked to stick his neck in the meat grinder because of the incompetence of others."

Hyperlink #2

Exhibit 541: Cathie Martin's Notes on Media Strategy
Below are the notes of Vice President Cheney's press officer, Cathie Martin. On the second page of the document, her handwritten notes list the administration's options in response to a disputed section in President Bush's 2003 State of the Union address. Tom Blanton of the National Security Archive at George Washington University says, "These are their spin options and the pros and cons of putting the vice president on NBC's Meet the Press. Option Two is to leak the information to select reporters, including David Sanger of The New York Times and Walter Pincus of The Washington Post."

Hyperlink #3

Exhibit 542: Draft CIA Statement on Uranium Intelligence
Below is a copy of a July 2003 statement made by CIA Director George Tenet in response to a disputed section in President Bush's State of the Union address. The first page of the document is marked "Unsatisfactory" by Libby, who was then chief of staff to Vice President Cheney.

Hyperlink the Last

Litvenyenko and I

They forced me to go without my morning breakfast and coffee, then made me traverse the city, then made me wait and wait and wait and then they stuck needles in my veins and pumped me full of radioactive materials and then made me lie down on this revolving machine and then made me, hungry and tired, run--no, torture me- on a treadmill and increased it again and then increased the speed again, then pumped me full of radioactive stuff again and made me lie down on that thing as the machine whirred around me, taking pictures of my insides and guts and doing i just dont know what they did with them.......................

Ok, paranoid rants beside: I signed up to have my heart checked. It was the Thallium Stress test (do do da do do)*, and even though it was long, I'm glad i got it done. That all out assault on my heart and lungs that finally i'm totally stopping ==well, 97% cut out. It went well. The techs, nurses, and docs were all good. Especially that little nibblet of a tech. If I had a fetish about taking my shirt off in front of a good little nibblet while she pasted those ekg things to my body, why I would have been in Heaven (lots of fetishes, that ain't one of them).

We'll see the results later from my primary dr., but the one running the machine did take a look @ my heart a wee bit and his reasction was .."Good". But we'll see, Litvenyenko and Me.

*=hummed to the tune of that french song 'me nom de nom'

Sunday

Supped @ this guy and Shipleys crib this sunday nite. It was a loud ruccous(sp) time, with people shouting and laughing and shouting again over each other. There were four big girls (gf, Shipley, English Patient, and Williamsburg), two wee ones (Guerra #1 and Guerra #2) and three loud boys (moi, 'face, and the guy in the accomping photo : that's Gallo himself). What I noticed was that the boys kept screaming and yelling and trying to get a word in edgewise. For all of you thinking i'm glad i didn't have to be a part of that shit, them fuckers yelling-- you missed it. It was boisterous conversation, engaged storytelling, and enlightening points important to share. Treating the haters,I will quote possibly my favourite Rocky quote (yes, I can write Ulysses with my favourite Rocky quotes- for example, what about It's blue, Pat - and yes I will write the stories of these quotes--no, the blue one can't go-- on another day and Link it to this story- but this one involves me and a lithe little girl in bed and .......... anyway, Roxx's quote was:

You Lose.

Dins was great. Gf and I loved it. Starters was white beans on toast and sausage linx- bloody fucking great. Then some sorta lasanga(sp) for main course. I drank a bit of vino and hung out on the porch for a bit. We talked about sexy women, and didn't get into trouble. My favourite, and I'm sure the others have no clue who it is, is one of my personal faves rite now : Sister Emma. The sexy woman came up 'cause 'Face wanted to know who we all thought was sexy- top star people like. He pplayed a key strategem: let the ladies list theirs first, then let us come in. Besides Emma, I also had Sandrine Bonnaire and Tilda Swinton. It's too late in the day to search for sexy pics of them and then fiddle around with the code (yes, I'm now manipulating code in the blog- hooray fer me!!). You must visit this post again next week to get pics of the other two.
The one bad thing that happened was the bloody fite that erupted when the girls started to list off their men. The three of us got really mad and screamed @ them horrible name s and.....................nah, it was a great nite.

Young People's Birthdays, Part the Second? Saturday

Young Gunners first. I was moving late late late, and gf and I (we had a great day) arrived after a lot of That Crowd had left. Who was left? Grandpa Gunners (he is a retired college football coach, so I have always a bit of 'liking' of him - I've never really talked to him bigtime, but I always have an affinity for fellow coaches) was one. Lot of other olde people as well. I was with The Guitars, Big John, William Randolf, Chartman, Snowden, and GF.

The kid himself is in the Lump mode- a crying shitting machine, so I have very little interest. Give him, say, 11m and he'll turn into something kool. Not yet.

The boys were sitting around palnning their trip to Southwest by Southwest, the huge musical happening in Austin, Tejas. They go every every every spring. They got their tix for travel, hotel, and the shows months ago. They sat arouind Big Johns Mac and were listeneing to the different groups that they were interested in going to see. It seems every band has 2-3-15 songs you can download for free, so the group that's going (3 above plus Smokey Treats and Joker this year) have listening parties. Its a kool operation, and I'm glad that work, adulthood,relationships, children, etc... have not stopped them.

I'd love to go one of these years, but something ancient and wonderful always falls on that same weekend : The opening rounds of the NCAA'S. This will be written about in dcs in coming days, but its a part of my youth, going back to the rabid days of the 70's, that I canna give up. Maybe one of these years.

Big Johns wife is Cath. I understand I'm talking about another mans wife, but one thing that I think old girlfrenz have bread (sp) in me is to love a adult mature woman (everything is in its place kinda woman). I've been with several, and I just find it sexy as hell. Cath is one of those adult girls (and cool as hell), and Johnny Gunners is lucky to have her. I remember.......ok, another post on this subject (so I can talk about old gfrenz and get away with it...). The Gunners had Jimmy Johns, so I stuffed my gullet wit that shit and whatever else I could. I tried a beer, but like all beer, it tasted like shit (what do you people see in that shit?). Hung out with the cigerette crowd on the poarch for a bit- no, no tobacco for me (or ever again). Everyone left, and gf and I hung out for a long time. This was nice - not quite the "couples hanging out thing" that in my younger days I would sneer @ (see, what, yesterdays colum?), but sorta like it. It was good.

Younge People's Birthdays, Part the First/Friday

Someone elses birthday, but it's all about me.

I'm pretty cheap, I get it from my dad, and i don't think its a terribly bad thing. It can be embarrassing, though.

So, it's Sunshine Vampire's 30th b-day. People en masse went out to eat @ some Italiano Ristorante, but the combinaton of gf's late work schedule and my.............penny pinching values meant that we'd miss the meal BUT make it for the aftereat's.

I have studiously avoided all sorts of dinners of the type that was had this nite= a gathering of frenz to celebrate whathaveyou- a 30th, a 40th, a wedding, an etc. etc. Why? Growing up, my family went out to a restuaraunt twice. Once didn't count, since Aunt Winnie took us out. To me (and I know i'm twisted)resturaunts were anyting but a place to eat. So it's hard to go even now. What's the cheapest thing I can get?
So, when there are these gathering types where lots go, I never enjoy myself beacuse I always think Shit, if it was just me, I'd be paying, let's see, $7.50, the tax makes.........round it off....... that's 19%, that's fine.....ok, just over $10, that's cool....... and instead, i'm totally like............. Fuck, that fucking lush is adding another drink.......i gotta kill her.........mann, ANOTHER ROUND OF APATISERS..........AND THEY'RE FISH!!!!!!!! Great, the bill is split amongst us all, and my carefully conserved $10 sudenly becomes......$41!!! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! . I know, most outings of this type mean you pay for what you got, but I got some really nice inhibitors in me. I hate going to restuarunts now unless I got some sortav' 1/2 price coupon involved (for another day)


So, I'm determined to overcome this, @ least a bit, so I wanted finally to go to one of these dinners-Sunshines to-nite, for a start. But i wasn't all THAT put out when gf couldn'y go, and I opted out.

But we did go to the afterdrinx. Rite near our Russian friends crib (as K sometimes calls him). So I stopped by to say hi, then plundered to the Hungry Brain. There I talked @ times, but mulled about a bit, so gf wasn't that happy with me this nite. But it was a fun, crowded crowd. Sunshine's b-day party coincided with her husband Vampires sisters ........something........his sister had a whole contingent represented this nite. We stayed until they kicked us out. Had 3 ciders, the last one because I had a nap . Lots of people showed, and it was a time to hearken back to the 1.2/wk days.

Two things I remember best of all (1 & 2 are not related).
1) GF mad @ me.
2)Long conversation w/ an old friend (Funkee)who is great frenz w/ an old girlfriend. Funkee's friend is also friends avec ma cousine. So, people who know know I get hung up on old girlfriends, sometimes absurdly so. Last week ma cousine had told me a story, and this nite funkee was telling the more or less same story, about me in a flattering light (believe it or not, it was about me dj'ing a party) that they told to my old girldfriend- lets call her Madonna, because that's what her parents called her. Now, when it was time for me and Madonna to end it (She @ the time was the girl I'd gone out wit longer than anyotherone except for Q), I got........hung up !! Took a long time (It was the first time to feel bad after a relationship for me) but there were other sadnesses to come. Anyway, I liked thinking that 15 years ago I could only hope with my most feveront wishs and holy prayers and etc.'s that Madonna could only but one day in the future hear how i was doing and in a good way......................yeah yeah, I can smile about it now but at the time it was terrible......

In praise of Paul

This post was originally gonna be "In praise of Me", but then I actually really thought about the issue.

Paul is my favourite Beatle.

Up till, maybe last year, I'd bitten into the St. John myth. But my double score and one forces me to turn to Paul.

Later on that, but y'll know why......

When I was young, I loved being one of the gang. Family? Neighbourhood? I know not why, but that group esthetic was always very important.

sketches 1,2,3...


Sketch 1
I was a card carrying member of the Rabbit gang, a group revolving around a boy my age. He lived on the alley of 63d and Whipple, and had four bros and a sister. Rabbit was the toughest guy in our age group, and so he was the leader. Within this group, there were sub groups. The first important subgroup, for this post, was the trio of me, Mick Guiness,and Chemical Man. We were like kings back then. We were the ones breaking out the Stones and Beatles. We walked over to chix houses and chatted them up. We created comix books and skits and etc.......
The summer of 1980, Mick started to hang out morw with the greater Rabbit group reather than the more specialized core. kinda sucked, but that's the way it was. We had a tite group, and Guiness had to go his own way. At the time, I must admidt it almost seemed like he hung out with us to get into the group. Now I know the fluidity of youth groups, but...


Sketch 2
Flash forward to 1988. Again, I found myself in the middle of an impossibly funkee crew of boys and girls. We used to dresss loudly, look loudly, act loudly, and kiss girls !!! But we also sat @ a certain lunch table in the cafeteria @ university. sat there all the time. Once again, I loved the crowd, the talk, the view, and the chix. Then, unbidden, people started to opt out. They started (I'm blaming two : Crankface and Rocky, or was it Rocky and Crankface?) sitting elsewhere, and that neat umbrella of people started to unravel. Don't get me wrong, these people to the most part I still hang out with, but that young fresh time was then cut away. Again, time changes and often times I feel like I'm the Old Man in 'The Field', rage raging against the dying of the Light.

But PAUL, you ask ? Okokok, a little more.


Sketch 3
I am presently a card carrying member of many crews, I love it, but it racks lazy me with the responsibility. One Crew, called THAT CROWD by one of its central characters, The Joker. Nice crowd that somehow just came about with scraps of peoples frenz and blossemed into this extremely powerful combination of boys and girls in their 30's. This group would hang out each week @ least once, and usually twice. There were parties, concerts, trips, etc... I got used to going out 1.46 times a week to new places and shit.

And then...

One got a girlfriend. Then Another. then......they all did...........soon, a critical mass happened where the group, viewed from the context of 2-3 years ago, collapsed. It seemed that the group was only good for getting hitched, then .........uh.......bye, there's too much good stuff to watch on tv to-nite, so I'll see you next year. I must admidt, it was............pretty disgusting, dissapointing, and deflating. My jibe was that we went out 1.2x a week, and now we go out once every 12 weeks. pretty close to the truth, too.

And then again...

A few of the original opter-out returned once in awhile. Then, more, and more................What I percieved is that they had their year off from the crowd, and then, either a sense of duty, or the newness wore off, or a friday nite out sounded better than a friday nite in, or whatever ; now it seems that when a directive goes out, a lot of people show up. Not like before, and there are now kids, but That Crowd has been reestablished, to my satisfaction, with a worthwhile group dynamic. Just different, and yes I'm old enough to sense that this is ok. I hung out with That Crowd twice on the wkd, Friday and Saturday. One was a drunken time out @ the bar, and the other was a 1yrolds b-day. I loved both, and you cab rad about them later here (when I catch up).




HYPOCRITTER RESEASE:
Here I am complaining about three of the diff. groups and frenz I hung out with in differeing times, but I have to say: I've let groups down as well. This small sampling above even denates other groups not being written about. Since it doesn't fit into my paul thing, I'll let it go, but I fully know I live in a Crystal Palaces, so.......yr allowed to knail my knuts to the kwall if kyou kwant.



Paul.

I love all the Beatles, but I recently read the Spitz bio. of the Bealtes and that two score and one really opened mind up. The enduring Image of the Beatles, since I fell for them sitting on a porch on Mozart Street listening to the Red and Blue LP's or watching the cartoons after school, is the End. Johnis tripping every fucking day, George is sulking away, and Ringo.....(can't think of anything clever...). I understand that maybe it was time for them to go (like a relsationship that's not good), and the Myth wouldn't have been as good if the were still touring like the Stones or Who--I know, I know, I know..........but in those last days, it was Paul who was trying to keep things to-gether. This I respect, and whenever I read, I root for it. Pauls mite have said C'mon lads, we're the Beatles, and we are a force of nature when we are united. To-gether, we can do anything, and you've seen it before. Lets just try to stay united, and do this or that project. The whole world is watching. Don't forget, we can do anything,long as we are the Beatles.

So, my hypocritter release above nonwithstanding (I don't hang out w/ everybody I ever have, I have broken some girls hearts, I fight still ((still??) with my sisters) I'm sure you can see why Paul is my favourite.

Ireland for the Irish

Last month it was Black History Month. This month is womens History Month, and, for the first time in my memory, Irish American History Month. So I figgered I'd go with it. I like Irish culture a lot, but I'm not one of those people who are "all Ireland/all the time", but I do like it. If I was born Cuban, Russian, Chinese, etc.... I'm sure I'd be into those cultures a tonne, but since its in my genes

Yes, Joyce, Wilde, Adams, but the big excitement was to put up the Beatles and claim them for the Irish. Yes, they're English in the same way I'm American, and I'm irish from a shorter time back then them, but who cares. I'm on such a Beatles kick lately, it's fun to put them up.

Beatles, Irish?
Look @ the names. To gringo's they mean squat, but to me it's pretty funny.

Lennon (to quote Gallo on another Lennon Good Northern Ireland name )
McCartney
Starkey (Starr)
Harrison's family was the most Catholic of all, but that name ain't irish, is it??

I think the Beatles people came over on that biggest wave of irish immigration ever, the Famine time (late 1940's). So, my guess is that their great garndpaernts were Irish, but I may be off an generation either side. Looking for even more irish groups? Undertones, Stiff Little Fingers, Thin Lizzy, Oasis, etc........But how about that greatest of 80's groups, The Smiths?

Now here's a group that is as Irish as me. I'm sure that all of their parents are just over, but I'm not sure.

Johnny Maher
Joyce
O'Rourke
Stephen Patrick Morrissey

Yes, that's the Smiths.

Last group.
Think Chicago, late 70's early 80's. Think punk rock, noise rock ...
Now, the names....

Berry
Kevin
Flaherty
Mick Guiness
Kiem

Correct !! The New Association Alhough I don't think they were all of Irish desent (((In Arnhold voice, Vat De Hell ist a Kiemapple aneevay!?!?!))) I remember that 3/5ths were first generation.

With such obscure 70's music we don't have anything on the New Association. Fact is, the Irish section as a whole is pretty porous. I've found that H.S. libs in Chicago/in general are much strong when it comes to African Americans, Hispanics, Native Americans, womans history, Holocaust, etc... Individual white ethnic foreign groups tend not to be as represented as other groups. It was hard last year yo come up with enough Polish books during Polish heritage month.

So, along with the Beatles, Joyce and Wilde, I was able to put up Daniel O'Connel and.....................um...............Bill Clinton and Tony Blair. Pretty shitty, but the Beats, Joyce and Wilde beat all.

Gen Y and blogs

I’m old enough that I can actually fit into the “baby boomer” generation by some accountings I’ve read over the years. I play that card when I want to be contrary. However (I know it’s an arbitrary line), I’m all about that Gen X thing.

Recent readings in either Trib. or NYT let my eyes scan the idea that Gen Y is “in trouble” because of the extreme vanity they show- the vainest generation ever. A prime example is the blog expolsion and the importance they place on themselves. Fuckin’ jerks!!

Excuse me, I must finish a post on what a great dj I am, and then I gotta finish another one about what a great educator I am. THEN I’ll be back to pillory those fucking fuckers…….

On Voting/A product of your society

18 yr old me, little tiny freshman in university, fell in love. With a poster (NOT POSTER SHOWN- I'm still looking). It was @ dear departed Wax Traxx, and it was an original poster announcing the release of Public Image’s first single, “Public Image”. By accounts of my Manchester cousins, it was a moment in time when that single was released: P.i.L. was Johnny Rottens first band after the demise of the stunning Sex Pistols, and ‘public image’ was a brilliant song full of energy that in my book eclipsed anything the Pistols ever did. My cousins talked of the uproar @ the record stores to get a copy of it. Again, a moment in time.

The poster I’m talking about showed the original lineup, dirty and scruffed, under the words “Public Image Ltd.: a product of your society”. I asked the owner “how much?” and he just laughed- never gave me an answer.

I voted on Tuesday in the municipal elections. I voted Dorothy Brown for mayor and Jim Sommerville for alderman. As a city worker, I’m tired of Da Mare’s underfunding of the schools, the underfunding of the CTA, and the non-opposition of the city council. It’s a joke. He’s a joke, and so is our machine alderman, Ginger Rugai.

It’s kinda funny, being a grown up person. I grew up in Marquette Park, and if you’d ever said to me way back that I’d be voting for a BLACK person for mayor, I’da laughed @ you big time. No way !! so we grow and change in life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m All-American, and I understand that in the same way I speak English as my first language Ive imbued all sorts of attitudes that I don’t even know about. We’re all tainted by being American, in both the wondrously wondrous ways (I love being an American, no one’s even close) and in the shitty ways.

A favoured part of the book Autobiography of Malcom X is the part early on when he’s just gotta have the conk hairstyle favoured by some in the 40’s and 50’s (and now, I guess). In the movie Malcom X this idea is expressed when Denzel Washington (Malcom X) takes the towel off his head after getting the conk and looks into the mirror and asks his frenz “Looks white, don’t it?”