July 2005

El’ Heffe

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Tommy boy.

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The view from the roof.

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Sitting in the swing on Moondawg’s roof. The best Saturday view on the planet.

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Jeff Hartman

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Another one waits for the wrecking ball

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So this is going to be my first official posting from my Treo. What a hell of a day so far. Last night as I was heading off to sleep, I start hearing bubbles rising from the toilet. Like something out of a bad science-fiction move, I slowly creep up towards the head with bleach in hand. (I mean, after all, what else to you approach a toilet with that’s acting like Linda Blair.) So it turns out that there is obviously something blocking the line. Every-time someone is doing laundry, it starts backing up whatever is in the line into my the bathtub. Not a pretty sight. Let’s put it this way, I’ve gone through a couple of gallons of bleach so far.

Right now I’m at the Dunkin Donuts having an cruller and a cup of coffee waiting for my clothes to be done at the Laundromat. Then I’ll go home and scrub the shit out of the tub again before I dare scrub myself.God there are lot’s of pretty girls at the Dunkin Donuts. How do they stay so thin and attractive hanging out at a donut shop?

By the way, this is being posted from my Treo using Vagablog software. Recently open-sourced (as in free).

later

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The other night I had a dream about my daughter and she was about 5 or 6. I was teaching her how to ride the bicycle and we were just starting to cross a bridge over a raging river. I’m telling her to be careful and of course, she’s telling me she’s going to be OK. So she starts across the bridge and falls off the bike. I’m thinking she’s going to skin her knees all up and maybe shed a tear. Instead she keeps sliding across the bridge bouncing back and forth from side to side like she’s on a pool table. Until she’s almost at the other side. At which point she falls through a drainage hole in the bridge and plops into the river. Of course I can’t find her.

OK…. so this one is obvious. She’s growing up and soon will be on her own. I won’t be able to protect her from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune like I could when she was a child. This is obviously one of my unconscious fears as she enters adulthood. The river is the uncertainty of her new life and my inability to control it.

Last night I had a dream that my grandmother bought a very large house in New Jersey somewhere (this woman probably never even saw New Jersey). It was almost like a castle and situated at the end of a river. I was visiting her and helping her put things in order and weatherproofing her windows. At one point I asked her if I could come live with her. She said “No, it’s not time for you to come live with me yet. You have more to do first.”

OK…. is this all about death? I won’t go into the symbolism here. Most of it is pretty obvious. My Grandmother has been dead for many years now. And outside of my daughter, she was my favorite person in the world. [joke]I guess I gotta’ stop taking morphine before I go to bed or something [/joke]

Ben a long time since I wrote something silly. With apologies to Woody and Bob.

I Wanna Marry a Gilmore Girl

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I was sitting at home bathed in TV light

feeling alone n forgotten and damn up-tight

saw a freckle face girl bright as a pearl

I knew then and there I need a Gilmore Girl

Ya the first time I laid eyes on Lorali

Said “yes sir buddy that’s what I like”

Sharp as a tack and cute in curls

man I wanna mary me a Gilmore Girl

See drives a jeep and tells a million jokes

And I get em all buddy cause I ain’t no dope

I need a sam phillips soundtrack to follow me around

la la la la la la la la la la la

Sooki and luke can cook all my meals

And Taylor can hawk me the latest deals

Sure Lane could beat the drum to rock my world

but baby I wana mary me a Gilmore Girl

Heavens gotta be just like stars holler

I’d go there buddy if I could tomorra

I’m ready lord to get caught up in a whirl

But meet me at the gates with a Gilmore Girl