(Perforated Lines)

(school for fish)

(right bird):: Wednesday, March 28, 2001 :: (left bird)

 

9:18 p.m. Turns out that you can go to the Amazon site and check the progress of your package ... no need to fret. Mine got as far as the California border today, but it didn't actually get to my house, but now that I know ... I can pace myself accordingly.

If I had unlimited money, I'd order stuff all the time. I'd order enough so that the delivery dates would overlap and surprise; every day would be a holiday. At least for a while. Then, the novelty would wear off and I'd go directly to Plan B.

Which has been in place for some time now, perhaps since the TV series Dynasty went off the air. Dynasty, if you'll remember, taught the American people once again that money makes people bad and excess money makes people evil. Rotten to the core.

Whether this is true or not, I may never know, but I have Plan B, just in case. Plan B is my ticket to ride. My passport to heaven. I plan to give it all away, just as fast as I get it. Move it through the population, every which way I can.

I would like to be sure I have a place to live, a bit of food, and a whole lot of electricity. After that? I don't want anything else. I already know that if great wealth were to befall me that several things would also happen. I would start to get free goodies all the time: free trips, free baskets of fruit, lots of comp and perk and swag. It's just the way it is.

Thus, I'd need even less money than I do now, and thus I'd have even more money to give away. Mail some to the nice man who throws our paper over the wall each night before dawn. Make sure my kids want for nothing. Ditto my brother and sisters and nieces and nephews. Try to make my mother take something.

I don't know exactly where this is coming from today. I paid some bills this morning, and maybe my brain has gone into a fantasy zone as an obvious result. The fact that all kinds of insurance is mandatory is just so hard to comprehend. All those checks, all these years ... all that money.

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There's no logical way to roll today's photo into today's entry so far. It just so happens to be the very last image I've got stockpiled, and it's going to mean another walkabout to gather some more one of these days. The digital camera seems to work best in the bright, unyielding sunlight and that's what I intend to feed it.

Harsh shadows and high contrast. Salt-washed buildings. Words in high relief.

Words in high relief. That's what I'm about these days. Words that I'm writing, all that I'm doing. Nothing to show, yet. No show, no tell -- just the words. Some days they hide and some days they're overexposed.

Some days, like today ... they just drift away.

That's why God made tomorrow.

 

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