Monday, January 25, 2016


I received a copy of a dopey letter today written by a dopey, malignant place where I used to work (I left last June) informing the recipient, a minor creditor of a former client of mine,who remains a client of theirs, of my “last known address.”  

The words and peculiar imagery in the letter suggested a kind of off-kilter X-Files federal  bureaucracy scene, but that’s much too poetic a thought.  Dopey is better.

I think my last known address is somewhere between ↑and ↓.

No more need be said, except that the federal government has another snowstorm day-off today (when it isn't snowing) following the previous day-off last Friday (when it wasn't snowing). Nice work if you can get it.

Train Leaves Here This Morning -- Dillard & Clark (Link)

Thursday, January 7, 2016


   All anticipation is keener, be it of joy or pain, than the reality whereof it is a mental forecast; but that inactive waiting at Redmoat, for the blow which we knew full well to be pending exceeded in its nerve taxation, anything I hitherto had experienced.

     I felt as one bound upon an Aztec altar, with the priest's obsidian knife raised above my breast!

     Secret and malign forces throbbed about us; forces against which we had no armor. Dreadful as it was, I count it a mercy that the climax was reached so quickly. And it came suddenly enough; for there in that quiet Norfolk home we found ourselves at hand grips with one of the mysterious horrors which characterized the operations of Dr. Fu-Manchu. It was upon us before we realized it. There is no incidental music to the dramas of real life.

Text:  Sax Rohmer, The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu, Ch. IX, 1913

Bob Dylan: Love Minus Zero/No Limit (Live) (Link)