Posts tagged ‘a day in the life’

July 1, 2011

this makes 4 in a year.

by jhon baker

All the raccoons seem to die in my backyard. There are now two perished which I will have to bury later today. K came in the bedroom weeping over the deaths. She is a mother and feels for the mother and children of all animals. Her compassion, sometimes hidden, has always made her beautiful.

nature has a way of knocking the wind out of you.

Ukulele’s are a blast to play.

County stickers are due to be on vehicles today – I suppose I ought to go get one or two.

I’ve no interest in the goings on of wall street thought, again, I ought.

Now I need some wood, paint and a few other things that will go unmentioned as they are interesting only to myself and voyeurs.

June 25, 2011

Beautiful day, although a bit over done on the inside.

by jhon baker

Accomplished a lot yesterday and it feels good – warm and toasty like the hives or something. Body now a bit on the worn side and deciding what I am going to do today along the same lines. All thoughts include power tools but what I really ought to do is sit in front of the power tool that brings me that much closer to the goal – namely, the IBM Selectric III – best power tool I have.

The poem I was intending on putting up here today is becoming a broadside from free penny press and may be available for free through this blog – I don’t think it has been decided yet on distribution – So, that poem will not be appearing here today or for a long time as I would prefer it be gathered up in the published form. So I will substitute.

@font-face { font-family: “Cambria Math”;}@font-face { font-family: “Cambria”;}@font-face { font-family: “Century Schoolbook”;}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }

only the poor know
only the poor know of love’s intensity/ many know only of mergers (marriage)/thus propagating the common ideal.// for love you merge the bodies (sex)/thus propagating life./love, joy, obsession, fixation, release/ and good sleep.
 – Hoc Scripsi
 
June 2, 2011

a day in the life

by jhon baker

was with the same insurance company for about 14 years on the cars and cycle. Last August when I bought a new bike they quoted me three times what the same policy had cost four years before on a then new bike of the same make and model – I didn’t go with them on that – when it came time for house and renter property insurance I went with the same company and although I thought it was high I went with it because what the fuck did I know – well just switched away from them and saved on the cars and houses about 1600 a year – haven’t switched the Harley insurance because as of right now I am insuring through Harley and who knows motorcycles better then they?WIth the former company I insured through they would up my premiums every six months and I had to call and negoiate the rates back down and usually prevailed in getting them lower than they were the 6 months previous – yea for me but what a waste of time every six months.
Lesson – want to save money? shop around the insurance and give the big names a try – they will surprise you. I did not go with any company that hadn’t been in the business for decades – nor did I go with any that advertised any specific or non-binding % off current coverage.

That is enough about the business side of life…

on the more fun side I have been on a lego building kick for a few weeks and am about to complete the Death Star which I received as a gift two Christmases ago. I love Lego and couldn’t think of any better way to wind down the extremely busy weeks that have compromised the last two months – well, Lego and going to the range tomorrow with a good friend, Kevin. We are partners in pain – physical pain, not mental – physical which fucks with us mentally continually.

Not the best poet and certainly not nearly as entertaining as Pearl or Micael – but it will have to do.

a poem perhaps?

only sleep eases pain
only sleep eases pain
pain defines.
joy, happiness, collusion
love even distrust,
having dreams, night terrors, delusions.
all are unknown in entirety.
“how perfectly goddamned delightful it is
to be sure.”
every moments considered
length is by pains
varying degree.
 – Hoc Scripsi
March 19, 2011

Today

by jhon baker

I am fairly embarrassed to call myself a blogger lately – as you can tell I’ve had other things on my mind and keeping up with everything is difficult – So, I’ve read almost no blogs, written very little in mine and in general am none too fazed by this.

The words on the page look foreign to me and today we recall the death of Willem de Kooning. Becoming a ghost of his own brush stoke today in 1997. 

Listening to Chopin, Opus 34, no. 2 in A minor – Writing a letter to a friend who I owe more than just that letter. I managed to nap between nine pm and eleven pm. awake now or still I can only think about Willem and Chopin, My friend and my pajamas.