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Dirty Washington, Dirty, Dirty, Washington DC


30 Sep

urban joy

urban joy

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Date: Wed Sep 30, 1998 3:03:29 PM

Hey Space, here's where you can find some basic Internet tools. SIMPLENET is my virtual web service vendor, and I guess this is where you say, whatever that means...

Meanwhile, I had $800 worth of camera and telefoto lens stolen from me on my birthday last Saturday. That means Groids in the hood took me down once again despite all the party splash and grillwerks generosity they were shown. What's been going on in your neck of the woods and coulds the past few?

Well, the rude was on last Saturday and it soon became a very expensive night, and actually again Sunday night as accusations were broadcast to the neighborhood tramps that Gabriel is very angry about having his camera lifted along with everything else they plundered in one fucked-up event after another, on my birthday no less, while they all pledge their everlasting love to me in mealy mouth tones all whatever jive they can jigger into the mix. It's too much to take day in and day out, but many have it far worse than I do, and can't do a thing about it, so I should not feel too far gone on this one. It's just another day in the life of...
Haven't you gotten the two or three pieces of mail I've sent since that Fripp trip where so much has crashed into chaos in my absence, first as a result of a pipeline upgrade suddenly dropped on me by my ISDN service, and now the mail and domain name server and host machine name change processes taking a while to get properly in polace on top of thrills birthday thrills and woes I was talking about hat I haven't even begun to dig out from all the noise . . .

Guess the new job has you clawing for clues too.

I think this SIMPLENET page will bake the bread. If you're still in this web publishing scheme I am trying my best to keep in steady operation, and as usual am desperately hoping for a major escalation in the day to day output (something only my dirty dreams apparently keep enflamed), these links & biscuits are what we have available in way of freshening up any page or site we design for ourselves or a client.

Sick about the camera and the 'XusNET & iMotedotcom interruptions (good news: lost only the second of two rolls of film taken at the Grillyard keg party of some 20 fun people, and later the five or six noisy boys plus brute femme in the mix like from the alley whoop. But I'll get over it once I have a replacement camera, develop the one roll that got snapped, and work harder to reform my own policies and behavior. Word is Reggie, street name, Dogg, grabbed it, probably passing it to that loud mouthed woman, who, bless her heart, didn't stay too long, as it was clear she was clearly out of place. Reggie is a steady nemesis, fleet of foot, swirling with mind games, he dances lightly around me, always playing the odds, and giving me the play by play and color analysis as he's doing it.

I take full blame. I become too nice, naîve, and soon nauseous after a certain people, especially the rude or snoot crowd begin to have their way with too much bullshit. Well, the rude was on last Saturday and it soon became a very expensive night, and actually again Sunday night as accusations were broadcast to the neighborhood tramps that Gabriel is very angry about having his camera lifted along with everything else they plundered in one fucked-up event after another, on my birthday no less, while they all pledge their everlasting love to me in mealy mouth tones all whatever jive they can jigger into the mix. It's too much to take day in and day out, but many have it far worse than I do, and can't do a thing about it, so I should not feel too far gone on this one. It's just another day in the life of...

Oh well, I'm still grinning to myself quite proud that we pulled this Chameleon team through in a near runaway...

Update on the weight loss. Now 25 pounds lost since surgery, another five since you were here Space, after a terrific feed on Sue's and my anniversary trip back south. Got those fotos back from Baltimore. Will post on the net soon. A client just dumped a load on me, so I've got work for the next few days, possibly a week.

Gotta go, but note the E-mail address because if you're sending me mail anywhere but little old...

slurfish@radix.net

I WON'T GET IT!!!!!!

GT

Hounds In The Hood Were Barking Like Adverbs In The Alabama Heat


22 Oct

bracken

The Antagonist

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Originally published on October 22, 1997

I found out last night that Bracken, when he called back, nailing Sue at nearly 3AM (uh, is that right?) on the phone after leaving my birthday party for home had called to inform me that he had driven past, and stopped for Reggie a few blocks away from the Dollhouse after we had given up on one of our more street savvy but friendly neighborhood thugs rolling through the DC alleys that night. Reggie had been foiled in a ten dollar weed run for the Brack & me, claiming the ten spot Sue fronted him was lifted from him at knifepoint. Then on top of that predictable swindle, he the Bracken, proceeded to tell Sue that Gabriel was a poor writer, a confusionist, and whatever else he could hurl across the plate in a few screwball pitches of counterpoint in trying to badger Betsy Sue at my expense.

The fact that writing (neither mine nor his) never once surfaced all night is what makes this whole slander so outrageous. Sue told him she didn't want to hear it, and probably wouldn't remember this call in the morning. She did remember but only revealed this part of the conversation to me last night some three plus weeks after the fact. Subversionary bastard, ain't he? As for Reggie, or Dog, as he prefers to be called on the street, what a twit. He'd pumped the well of deception earlier that night when he sat at my patio table, eating on some grilled chicken, staring me in the eye and marvelling that I'd never disrepected him, and yet, like clockwork on the petty criminal circuit he stoops to this minor theft. I haven't heard from him personally yet, and probably never will, which punches a big hole in his cover story, so I chalked it up as the bare minimum of doing business, of practicing the dark arts of survival by gullible but dangerous white folks in the mostly third generation working on welfare neighborhood, tossing Dog a ten dollar bone, no biggie on the "how much do I have to pay to keep from going through all these things twice" scale. Long in the tooth, most would agree, but I was finally waking up from the political fogs of unsustainable stained glass innocence, that deep sleep where trust was a lie, but the preferred lie of do gooders everywhere. The racial con game, the dances with Reggie grift, was as natural as the morning dew on the green, green grass of home. We'd dealt with Reggie before. This ten dollar disappearing act was nothing compared to the theft of the year before, when my Nikon disappeared from this same birthday patio, but I'll leave that tale for another page.

In real time, Sue DID mention that Len Bracken had called late that night. Hell, I was there. I overheard her responses. She just never mentioned his remarks on my writing. I think she thought she was protecting me. More likely, him. Bracken, for the record, is not a confusionist (a label he has pinned upon Greil Marcus, Stewart Home, and Gabriel Thy, so I suppose I should feel the company benefits kicking in any day now), he's merely confused.

Ring. Just got off the phone. Go figure. It was Bracken. He was with his dad he said, looking at Scenewash. Asked me if not a lot was online yet. I stated, yes, indeed that was the case. He was very specific in his questioning. I replied in same. Queer conversation. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but hounds in the hood were barking like adverbs in heat...

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S A M P L E X

"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""


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