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Jim and Mike appear to understand then disappear to understand. Pool or a pond.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Closing TIme

In line with Mike taking time off from his other blog, I'm dissappearing to understand, and making this my last post for maybe ever. So to the three of you out there who read the rants of Mike and Jim, thanks. It was a brief experiment and it may return in the future. Mike's busy with poems and novels and I've been workin' in a coalmine, ooh about to slip now. Later on.



Jimmy

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Curing VD Thru Positive Thinking - A Poem

Nimgimmers

It was such a thrill
To slip into your
Vestibule
In the amber canvassed night
On the Feast of St Luke
Patron saint of nimgimmers -

Surgeons who specialize in
Curing venereal diseases
Through the power of positive thinking.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

John - Poolside

The Mission

The Man

Friday, May 05, 2006

I'm Walkin' To New Orleans

Hey Mike,
In cas you were wondering what happened on the charity walk the boys and I did prior to Lucy's birthday and prior to their transformation into batman and soderman, here's my step by step account:


The walk went off without a hitch this past Sunday as the weather was a beautiful sunny spring 60 degrees. I walked with Seamus and Gavin. Actually, I walked as they rode in a souped-up double stroller that may be on its last legs. We walked over the Smoot bridge towards MIT counting the Smoots - the bridge is 369 and a half Smoots plus 1 ear, if you were wondering. I also made everyone touch the small plaque on the bridge for good luck in honor of Erich Wiess, also known as Harry Houdini, who hung from the bridge on May 8, 1908, escaping from his constraints while hanging upside down.
We then took the double stroller onto the dirt path for a little off-roading. I ran with the stroller on the dirt path while playing chicken with the frightened on-coming Sunday morning Cambridge joggers. We past a gaggle of Japanese MIT tourists taking many pictures of the panoramic view of Beacon Hill across the Charles as one Japanese man took a picture of the boys in the stroller, waving crazily yelling, "HI BABIES!" The boys were understandably pereplexed. We continued our walk at a smart pace. We walked out over the water on the Memorial drive overpass and under the Longfellow.
I pushed with such unbridled vigor that I developed a nagging lower back and hip spasm that caused me to limp dramatically. But we pressed on. A stiff Sunday wind blew from the harbor as the white sailboats tacked in random zig zags and the Duck Tour boats chugged along in single file up and down the Charles.
It was the last day of the Star Wars exhibit at the Museum of Science, so there were four storm troopers in full regalia in front of the building. We stopped to chat with them. Gavin had his arms inside his shirt. Both boys were a little skittish about meeting real foot soldiers of the evil empire. Gavin stood up and yelled repeatedly, " I'M IN MY SHIRT, I'M IN MY SHIRT!" The storm troopers were perplexed and just stood around clutching their laser machine guns. We then zipped by the huge T-Rex beside the building which was the highlight of the walk for the boys.
We stopped on the metal drawbridge and watched the duck tour boat go right under our feet as we quacked half-heartedly. Then a quick short cut through the State trooper barracks at Leverett Circle. There was light suffering and gnashing of teeth on the part of both boys as we passed the playground - they both wanted to suspend the walk for a few moments of playground run-around, but we forged ahead keeping our mission and our pace in the fore of our minds.
As we approached the Hatch Shell, we heard the strains of the rock band playing Stevie Ray Vaughn. The boys, sensing the finish line, both jumped up from the stroller and walked the final 1/8 mile, climbing every wall, fence and step they could find.
We quickened our pace as we crossed the finish line under blue skies and a garland of balloons. Then off for Spiderman and batman face painting, hotdogs, and Lucey's ice cream bowling party with Captain Ron. A beautiful day, indeed.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Oh Ron, You Really Take the Cake....No, Really..

Jim and His New Special Friend Ron

Step Into My Web

Some Aerodynamic Hat Action

Two Super Fly Ladies

Don't act like you're not impressed.....

Friday, April 28, 2006

Sippy Cup Tour Schedule TBA


Boston's legendary Sippy Cup are back together and planning a new tour. Once school gets out.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

To All My Friends!

Higher Than A Lion In Zion

Two things-

Reading JackKerouac's Slected Letters 1957 - 1969, I was intrigued to find this in a letter to Allen Ginsberg, Peter Orlovsky, William S Burroughs, and Allan Ansen.

"Allen - I just wrote a mad poem and sent it to John Wieners -

Pullng off the human drawers of girls
Leaving whole pussywillows unblown
Because I am a breathless tree!"



A poem I wrote before I left for California -


A Game Of Inches

Dark Star of a lesser night
Sleeping in the warm fold
A dream hunting knife
Buried to the pearl handle -
the hilt of pure pleasure.