Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Humane Schlepping

Dear Nxxxx,
I’m thinking of joining that group – I found it on yahoo groups and it looks interesting like maybe I should help. I am paranoid so I did not do it at first.
Thank you for talking to me, I think, if I can trust you. Please let me know.
Right now I’m in pain and can barely think, if at all. It seems like evil is after me. Maybe they’re mad at me because I said, “There’s hookers at the JCC.”
It’s true.
I’m in such pain below the belt. That is a boxing term that is anatomically accurate. It seems like my things are poison – it could be the coffee, or the artificial sweetener, or the hot chocolate mix.
You know I didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but if the women are unfriendly there, I don’t think I should have to put up with their coughs and their dirty looks. And this poison pain. Maybe those two guys at the corner table tonight had something to do with it.
My looks are not mean, and if I want to watch these hard bodies work out I’m gonna. And I’m going to eat bacon cheeseburgers because even many Jewish people don’t keep Kosher.
And I don’t think my Kabbala rabbi is being that nice to me.
And I’m trying. I brought that “action alert” to the dinner, the one about the soldiers. And I still say that soldiers by definition are not kind, caring, and loving. I think this is fundamental about life, how the world works.
And how about this delusion. I think maybe my kid could be the messiah. I don’t want to put pressure on you sexually. I do think I have a right to a girlfriend, but it does not have to be you because you are unavailable. I think a friend like you could be a very important part of my life.
And Israel should not have used those cluster bombs in Lebanon. I’m trying to help, but sometimes it’s difficult. There cannot be peace because of Right wing extremists in Israel. And the Arabs are all messed up too. They are all messed up.
And I don’t know if I can send this, because it may look stupid. I tell people, I like the phone or in person, but this email looks stupid for years.
And here’s another thing. One of my favorite sayings is make love, not war. I think the country is not having enough sex, and that the headlines, the waste-of-time first and main news story of every day, the war in Iraq is SADISTIC. And we still get served up these homosexual SPORTS like we are supposed to care about the Super Bowl.
If you want to talk about this stuff, we can, because it may seem pretty wild but actually it’s pretty well developed thought, I think. It is that I am in pain and can barely think and I am angry at these evil people who are doing these things to me.
I also wanted to get out a thank you to you because you were generous to me.
I don’t think I can send this. Maybe sleep on it. But it’s three a.m. and I’m wide awake because of pain and I drank a pot of poison coffee.
The pain is continuing, and I can’t read. I’m beginning to feel more guilty that I did not ask you to be the mother of my child. If you can help with this Messiah thing, please let me know.
P.S. 11 p.m - You know I think I’m fighting evil. I’m in worse pain again. About this Messiah thing, I think every man should be hopeful about his progeny – a good cause, you know. Some of these things are related to my basic beliefs, however wild or mundane.
Your friend,

Friday, February 23, 2007

Steele and Thank You

Steele and Thank You
I don’t think the network is doing so well. I hit the send button, and I felt awful. It took a couple more days to send again, but I did, one half at one time, a total of well over a hundred, maybe two, hundred email addresses. The response I got was on the phone from my brother. What’s this blood thicker than water thing? He knew who Bobby Steele was. What are the odds, that my bro who spent one year at this possibly God forsaken high school would help out. These people apparently haven’t seen It’s a Wonderful Life.
Secondly, I think I’m going to turn to these lady bloggers for community. I love them. I’ve met most of them. My #1, go to blogger I probably won’t ever meet. Another one was/is my favorite writer. I don’t want to kiss up to her because she’s so powerful. I used to search the paper to see if she had a column in today. Most likely a book review. And her husband’s pretty cool too.
Erin is great. I don’t want her phallic people over here though, so I’ve been sparse on commenting on her blog. But that is what I must do, I guess. And write more here (where I can edit,) because invariable if I go on at length I’m going to say something stupid, or something that will look unfashionable five years hence. One lady I love to death in person, but I haven’t bought any of her books.
Another wrote A New suit for Charon, and I am overwhelmed. I think she’s warming to this medium, and I’ve been remiss in obtaining her free publication.
That’s five. They are all women, and I’m not. What develops?
There are more of these personal bloggers. They make my world go round. I’m not sold on this … this thing where the news people cannot upload as fast as my cheapest cable modem.
At one time I was going to cold call to promote our web design. I’m not there yet. And do we do pay pal or not? Hmm. You can ask me questions.
Also I’m in pain, and I think it’s the bad guys again. This and an inspection, like how much stress can a person field? More soon -- I’m to go comment on the realities.
Oh, and I almost forgot. My post did not show up on that network for good thing, which is really a Technorati venture and I’m not signed up with them either.
My thread on message board for social networking at AOL has got no response either.
On my space I was sleepy and accidentally used my first name instead of the network’s and I tried to back track but they wouldn’t let me. I did not return their email confirmation, but maybe I can be myself on my space, if I ever care.
P.S. 2/21/07 Allow me to end a bit more upbeat. These things, including the Religious Order thing may yet work out well.

Monday, February 5, 2007




This is why I’ve maintained a relationship with AOL. They can help make this thing go. There were only 39 other blog posts about networking for good. One place about Social Networking had zero threads. So that’s part of my goal for tonight. Make friends with AOL.
I’m a philanthropist. I just don’t have the endowment of Gates and Buffet, although I may contact these guys, who have not paid to be in the network. This is not set in stone. There is another guy who may come through – maybe I’ll post the letter here.
Also I want to open up My Space so I can talk to some people already there. And I’ll turn you all on to some books, movies, and music in my Blogger profile.
The news from my high school is so far non-existent. My message has been out there three days plus and there is resounding quiet. Not even a dud thump. There’s time, but I’m going to comment soon on the situation. The first time I hit the send button I felt awful. There’s got to be well over 100 adresses – too many to send at once, I was informed. It took days to work up the nerve to send in smaller batches, and there’s no reply. I think. For now I’m going to include Confederacy of Dunces in my books.
And I’m going to include Blue Velvet in my movies, if only for one of Dennis Hopper’s lines. Things have been hot for me in blogger land. This line did not impress a lady writer in my email to her. She must have complained because this other “demented” blogger is lady ranting about it. Finally, I’ve thanked a real lady writer for giving my writing some exposure on her blog. The thought that she was trying to expose me as not good, but a really crummy writer gave way when I decided to defend the controversial stuff as having some merit. I think she knows this too, and maybe I should have stayed quiet. Oh well, and I’m still going to defend the controversial priest thing, and the twelve step thing, where they should not have invited controversy to the name.
Finally there is another lady blogger to whom I wrote, “Maybe we’ll be blogger buddies." Maybe she remembers me from a chat or two, but she doesn’t really know me though I think she’s a really important writer from following her for a year. She likes her space and her privacy, so I don’t want her to feel weird about me being a fan. Some of this comes with the blogger territory, I think.
Here is the code to get to my spot nationwide: