and the thoughtful humor. The smartest people I know are right here on DU.
I have been working 14-16 hr days and apologize for my absence from this thread. You didn't miss much. This thread is not abandoned!
I wish I could have voted as a kid, nullifying my Dad's Nixon votes. Mom probably voted Pop's way out of fear.
Children's suffrage, because they have the most to gain or lose by the various outcomes.
My knee has been hurting for a few months and I was finally able to get an MRI done. The co-pay was reasonable this time, 113.00 including meds!
I expected them to tell me my knee is sprained etc. but to my surprise, my knee is broken in 8 places like a spiderwebbed windshield. The Dr. lady says she suspects I have other broken limbs.
The mystery to me is that I cannot correlate an injury or a cause for this. I have been working 14 hrs a day on broken limbs? Why didn't I notice? Why would she suspect that I have "other broken limbs???"
ABC has done a good job with this one. Richard Dreyfuss should win an Emmy for this performance.
Hard not to notice that prices of groceries and retail goods continue to climb even though crude oil has virtually bottomed out.
Should we blame corporations and their retail outlets? Can an economist explain this?
Emptying my mind of conventional thought
Throwing away the things that I bought
I travel and leave this city behind
Chasing a truth, as yet undefined
And I shall not fall
For I have nothing
Which is all
No, more like it, a "kiss on I love DU thread."
Nilesobek is kaput in Idaho for now. The homeless loser will be on Adventure Time crossing the country from Northern Maine to North Alaska to Amsterdam and Belgium somehow on the way.
I've been suffering from some elder abuse for quite some time and I just decided, suddenly, to go back to my former life on the road. What is the worst that could happen?
So I will be gone for a while, no one will miss my posts, no one will miss my amateur poetry, no one will miss my PUI (posting while intoxicated.)
I just wanted you all to know I love you all and thanks for the chance to say some things that have been on my mind for 30+years. The people at DU have been great and kind, despite my numerous character and ideology flaws.
This isn't forever and I will be back as soon as I can.
is one mean fighter
in his hand he has a gun
more powerful than the Earth
just don't run out of ink.
In light of the water crisis in California and the restrictions imposed on citizens, I have to tell my wonderful fellow DUers that having a nice lawn made of various grasses that is so beautiful and lush that we can lie down on during a summer afternoon is unsustainable.
I work in the landscape and hardscape industry, which is exploding up here in Idaho, a semi-arid climate, in this location. How long will it be before this arid part of Idaho is in the same shape as California? I work big jobs for former California expatriots who have given up California and have come here because of the love of big lawns, big grass, available water, (for now) and cheap land. This might be a tipping point, where the wealthy goes where the water is.
Too quiet is the man
with something to hide
on a cold northern highway
thumbing a ride
for his haven and hearth
grief on his face
sorrow in his heart
Into this frozen Earth
his destiny is sown
beneath concrete roofs
and walls of stone
asphalt floors, his feet convey
the luxury of his winter chalet
along this vast
20 below, trying to get warm
cars slide by
a Christmastime storm
some flipped him the bird
others honked their horns
passing him by
glaring their scorn
the travelers had lost their fresh faces
there was too much violence
in too many places
very little sleep
when he comes to the crest
he cannot help but weep
His hometown has been damned
the mountainsides logged
the pinnacles rammed
the erosion, the machines
the scars remain
barren and abandoned
they pray for the rain
into the teeth of the Dragon
his future is crammed
The Dragon puffs smoke
the particles flying
there's no denying
A gushing flow of honey
from paycheck to paycheck
the sweet smell of money
the rotten stench of the dying
The Dragon, the trucks, the men
The poison act quickly
that of an asp
Dragon fangs embedded
he's caught in the grasp
Which washes his superior feeling
he's just like those others
who've been sent reeling
for freedom they long