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An Alabama hair salon owner has patented a method for cleaning up oil spills by using recycled human hair clippings.

And you can help protect marine life by going door to door, collecting hair.

Ha, not really, but the first part is true.

Warning, foul language below… but a basic truth, too.
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So this guy dies in his rocking chair. Papers keep being delivered, the grass keeps growing, the neighbors are getting pissed. But no one realizes the guy is dead until four years later when someone buys the house at a delinquent taxes auction and walks in to find a corpse in the living room.

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Watermelons
Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth

-Charles Simic

Excitement update. I’ve trimmed the goatee… nice and neat now, not quite the paintbrush it was becoming, but the bristles are still soft. They’re still stroke-worthy for when I’m deep in thought, and I don’t see them being itchy, but tickly.

I had a vivid dream the other day of being older… maybe it’s the mother’s day coming up, but I was married and had a little daughter…she was perhaps 7 years old, and a complete terror….but I was reveling in it. She, her mom, and I were in a park, and she way too exuberant to be sane.

The old ‘cover sheet’ for my dream journal/home page.
(best viewed on a light background…originally a sort of cream)

*giggling at the SNL ad… “hamburger helper, antibacterial”… it stings a little, but then it’s really good! that acrid smell means it’s working…

things done today…

took a walk, talked to my sweetheart, played with newt, went to lunch/dinner with little brother and mother… the tempura was exquisite, and the company was even… mother rated a 3, brother an 8. (poor guy has had the following happen this last week: broke up with his girl again… lost his job, was in a car wreck. and is still very cool about everything. willing to joke about it, and I offered him some bucks, but he’s happy with unemployment giving him 142 a week…covers rent and food until he’s back on the job scene. I’m very impressed at how well he’s taking it…upset, but not beating himself up over it. Lots of good gigs available though… bartender or whatever is pretty easy to do on Los Olas.) He’s physically fine, but the car was completely totaled. I got to talk with him about the meds he’s on for depression, and I’m pretty confidant he’s doing the right thing, since he’s being very proactive about finding ways to fix it non-chemically, and this is a fix for the meantime.

tonight at about 8pmish, my main machine will be back, hopefully all good and happy.

I didn’t realize how much simpler it is to write on a real keyboard instead of the laptop…argh. I look forward to doing more writing on the big brain, instead of the remote…and having newt cam back up.

in other news, I want ice cream. 🙂

there seems to be a real funk travelling LJ lately, my own included…I think my wit has dulled a bit, especially after reading things I wrote 6 months ago… time to really buckle down on the writing workouts again…maybe do the yellow cardigan story.

Happy Mother’s Day to all mommies that make efforts to do the most important job in the world well. I’ve seen some wonderful ones here…keep up the good work!

note to self – write about brother’s car accident, mother’s day, and potential work.

nonpareil non-puh-REL, adjective:
Having no equal; peerless.

noun:
1. Something of unequaled excellence; a peerless thing or person.
2. A flat disk of chocolate covered with beads of colored sugar.