Crash,bang: next door and requisite snarky vocals...alright what the heck,man...In the old movement days Socialjustice uppermost in our
up to the minute haste to make it the acceptable social norm...
                                     ######
680--CJOB turn it on! Listen in...Such is what a percentage in Winnipeg do:
tune into on AM...2pm mostly talk,this occasion interviewing some women hockey players and partisans...The lady behind the microphone questions the
woman about stinky stuff in gymbags...Are they any worse or better than the men's stinkiness? For some reason this sounded a tad pathetic...
                                    ######
Heard some weird info about gambling appetites in NorthDakota,they
appear to be strongly attracted to the gambling casinos...Could be partially so,since it seems there are two or three habitual gamblers in every crowd...So yes it is very possible that here on the edge of boom&bust econometrics an unbelievable number of people gamble; perhaps true but I don't see any signs of fever,and I feel this is a comforting significance,a signal for those whose interests have a tourist's quality...

around noon the sun came out gleefully and in an hour or so it was spring...Three pm temperature stands at near 40above...and in
January besides. The 17th.

Seems this record comes from August in 1990,and part of it was written on the 2nd of August...

Waiting in front of SuperValue
Neil invites
me over to his house
on Saturday night for his birthday party...
Well this is the second time 
I've noted Moonshiner
in this diary.

At long last I shall describe myself in thoroughly scrubbed realistic language; but such a decent hope,and such a resolute emphasis does
not quite measure up to the realizable...

I've just finished three days of lugging logs&brush around,working for
Ben. He therefore reappears in the logbook!

Very amused by the idea that I could spiel off some electric fiction. I tried to get it together a couple years ago but that fell apart...Aside from a few odd unsorted chapterlike episodes...

Aha,I'm still in the apartment and it is 9AM already; the pavement,street the way upnorth,should have been hit two hours ago...

Tucson doesn't go away so simply,this morning soonafter getting up out of an Barrio misallignment,I revolved in a small frenzy squall of forenoon
loops and circles...My output looks bleak for a wordcount,that's certain.
Hanging out can be a difficult trend,and periodically detrimental...

But I have made a little cash hauling wood on my shoulder...

In 2nd place: thursday afternoon The local economy you see ought to be
bolstered,saved at every opportunity; what else? The workers show some sympathy for the Russians...Untutored its plain...Anyway,rediscovering some old class notes,from the Seventies,couldn't be the Eighties,I didn't take college courses then...Transforming the Urstuff...with extensive preparations...
Flavors to adjust but what is that? One of my jokes of the forenoon...
The local economy... did I say something about it?
So that you'll be well-informed please study the accounts which follow your Savings,for that will tell you the current facts.(Supposing the time
is available for entrusting yourself to scaling the vertical list...)Counting
up&down....

9:45AM: "christ" he's talking pretty damn fast,automatically. The other guest provoked him,or so I believe. (subscribe,and this is because the
prickle of spite could be ascertained in his tone.)

So I cool it on the green...and right away the road looks open

It was a mistake to make green the color choice...Distracting I think,but it does add to the immediate style of this blog; it points into a quarter of online lit where the line between agenda&campaign has lost its integrity...

A survey: freight for fraught...

At Bainbridge in the barracks someone had a copy of Rubber Soul and they played it often; it was I believe one of the latest albums then...Norwegian Wood is on it too.

overpowered by sleep,the ideas gradually break apart into fragmentariness...

back to Bainbridge and the Radioschool in Maryland,November of
1965...it could have been October but my class,or a part of it me
included,were out on the grinder getting lectured by an Officer;
(it may have a Chief),and it upshot was that we had defied authority
in some way,a serious breach he told us that it deserved a very stern punishment...Nevertheless nothing came of it,we all graduated from the course,I think it must have been 36weeks...Although of my time in that eastern place I cannot retrieve a lot,I recall scenes and short acts.
In this position then the following assumes an unlikely anniversary year...