Fat Frank's Vespa

Yeah, I really do know this guy. Welcome to our world.

Merry Christmas!

I bought the edition of Runner's World with the Hash listed as a life must-do... I also read about those poor, frozen north dwellers (pictured above) who have to buy treadmills to stay perky over the winter. Guess what? I don't feel one f***-ing bit sorry for them!!

Boy, I am So Lucky it is 85 degrees with 60% humidity for my re-entrance into running, here in Sultry Florida! I'm here visiting the luvved ones and coming off of my second major ankle sprain of the year, and it's Just Great to lurch out into the breezeless heat and slog my 5-mile penance, and wetlands rich with wildlife. Each night, I lower my aching calves into the tub, and each morning limp in agony down the hall towards the coffee, and yes, the next run. Chant, pray, drink for me? Or Better yet... Double Dog DARE Me!!

So have you heard? I'm gonna be a Texas School Administrator... Wanna come work for me?

there's no place like home there's no place like home
-Tornado courtesy of Firetunnel's shared H3 Google Image search, results from page six, last image (page one was Sumthin' Else, entirely).


Tornados I have known:
Dorothy's (actually a cyclone)

May 8, 1979 - it ripped through my school at 2:35 p.m. I was skippin', but only 100 yards away, watching. Had it happened 10 minutes later, the parking lot woulda been full of dead kids.

The one on the Encarta movie that I played for all the Mexican kids during my first year teaching - a technological miracle at the time.

The one in a small Kansas town, summer of 2001, that sent me and my ex into the walk-in fridge of a local grocery store. All the patrons left the shopping carts in the aisles when the warning siren began to wail. About 30 of us crowded in with the friendly manager. He was plump and sweetly disheveled with a little blood stain on his crumpled shirt, his tie askew, passing out grape sodas to everyone, and kneeling on the damp floor to calm the little kids. After about an hour, the tornado moved out of our zone and the sirens quit, and we all got in line with our melted groceries. Then my ex and I drove back to the hotel, where I finished the stomach flu, and got ready for another day's travel from Nevada, to my new home in North Carolina.

Zaragosa, Texas, mid '80's. 50 miles from Alpine, and we considered that a neighbor in those parts. The town was entirely destroyed.

The one in the fictional documentary, "Gummo", that makes all the disturbingly tragic characters who they are.

Happy HNT.
Yah, long time, no skin, no see.
Love my poems.
Love me.


I adore underwater cameras. All cameras. The chance to steal a millisecond of indifferent life, a time , a scene. What's a soul if forgotten? Steal mine, please.
Zen=not Zen.

Name That Tune...

Here's an exerpt of an 80's indie UK band song I wish I had written... oh yeaaah. name the band OR the tune and win a fabulous prize (think: bassline)..

My diplomacy, my security, my hope and my ice-cream
My tomorrow and my temperature, my lips and my selfishness
My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration

My notebook and my limit, my importance and my glycerine
My customer, my function, my lawlessness, my charm
My hunger, my refusal, my lies and my vodka...

My ommission, my ability, my telephone and my holler
My relaxing, my distress, my bedroom, my cassette
My diction and my pulse, my fortune and my death

My flake and my restlessness, my headache and my dirt
My paper and my charity, my rose and my pallor
My guess and my closet, my light 'n' my time
My worry, my perversity

My transgression (honey)
My temptation (honey)
My polythene
My gunshot [click]

My jealousy and my water
My demands 'n' my angels 'n' my waiting 'n' my distance
My death, my curtness, my insulin, my memory
My partner 'n' my sadness, my story, my wantoness

My wish, my despair, my erasure, my plantation
My white chocolate, my thoughtlessness, my gracelessness

My courage and my crying, my pockets 'n' my mistakes
My body and my sex..................

My mother, my recorder, my pity and my posing
My light, my carelessness

My drummer, my drummer, my drummer, my drummer...................................