In order to jumpstart this blog, I posted a bunch of my entries from the previous incarnation of the Alcelogue. Normally I wouldn't dump so much on you at once, but time is always against us and I'm feeling impatient. One should really unfold oneself slowly, a day at a time, in this most hyper of hypertext marked-up languages.
One should also avoid the impersonal, but what is one to do? I said good-day, sir!
About Me
- Mr. Moose
- Yagna, CA, United States
- Down these mean streets a Moose must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. He must be a complete Moose and a common Moose and yet an unusual Moose. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a Moose of honor.
6 comments:
just jump! well done, sir! well done! i shall list you on my blogroll and encourage all i know to visit!
good day,
Moose indeed.
My god, man! There's no reason for the rest of us to write anything at all ever again! One question: what, where, why Yagna?
Yes, no need to hurry- very few read past the first post, they're too busy trying to get ... god, I forget what I wanted to say. Never mind, it all part of commenting. Most of the time I forget who I am. O boy, that's scary.
Hyper, I am (no relation to items linked together to be readily accessed; that's too complicated)
comparable to Lenoard Cohen on speed, you could say. I knew when he kicked the habit, and started to chant he'd eventually come a cropper.
"Hey girl where're you goin' with my bank account"?
"Sing for it Lenny," and that's what he's doin'. Anyway!
This post could keep me going for a long time- even savannah's intro'll keep me busy.
Something about , let me see what was it, eh, Turkish homes, and what're they called, those things between the smile in the smily faces.
Cool Man, How's it goin', all-right.
Good luck! Love the photo.
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