See also: http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/05/22/scope.project/index.html
Monday, June 30, 2008
See also: http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/05/22/scope.project/index.html
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
- Paperboy - 8 durn years, what was I thinking?
- Painter - or Superior Latex Application Engineer
- Friendly's Restaurant Ice Cream server - how much can I fit in there?
- Residence Hall Director - Women can be sooooo nasty! Men are just slobs
- Sr. Annuity Specialist - I'm the man!
- The Year Without a Santa Clause - Heat and Snow Meiser crack me up.
- The Color Purple - "I think it pisses god off when you pass the color purple and don't notice it."
- Chitty Chitty, Bang Bang - I just love the car, okay the song too.
- Star Wars - pick one.
- E.T. - My mother still won't see that movie because she thinks the alien is ugly.
- Saratoga Springs, NY - born and raised.
- Greenwood, SC - semi- raised, but mom didn't like the bugs so we moved back to NY.
- Endicott, NY - home of the hush puppy shoes.
- Carrollton, GA - I loved the Atlanta area and often wonder why I moved.
- Hiram, OH - Hell on earth.
- Richmond, VA - Home.
- Ghost Whisperer - her husband is hot!
- The Today Show - Matt Lauer is Hot!
- The Unit - The redhead is HOT-HOT-HOT!
- 60 Minutes - Anderson Cooper is HOT!
- NCIS - Mark Harmon, again, is hot!
- Saratoga Springs, NY
- ditto - Sad, but true
- Mom's fried chicken
- Mom's loaded pizza
- Arroz con Marisco's - Mexico Restaurant shrimp and scallops yummy
- Cottage cheese and peas - What? I like it. And apparently a lot.
- Chili - the hotter the better
- Probably my bed sleeping, but I'm not really tired at the moment
- Saratoga Springs, NY
- Saving the Universe as a Green Lantern
- Making the world a better place with my Mega Millions lottery winnings
- Raising puppies
Thursday, June 26, 2008
- Drive to NY - 9.5 hours, Note: weekdays no traffic
- Grandpa's family service - I gave the eulogy, no dry eyes
- Funeral - very sad
- Day I left NY - straightened flowers at cemetery, drove back
- Drive to VA - 10.5 hours, Kelly's right about DC at 3:3o pm
I got back late last night after picking up the Solomonster from friend Wayne. He really came through in a pinch. I am very blessed to have a buddy like Wayne in my life - thank you Man!!
The eulogy was difficult to give, but it was something I had to do for my own peace of mind. I wasn't sure if I would get the chance. The Family service was scheduled short. I sat in the back because I went in late trying to get up the nerve to pay my respects. The silence was deafening and I couldn't take it. So, rather than just go up and say my peace, I went to my mother. I knelt before her and asked her permission to say a few words. Actually the words I spoke were all from my grandfather. I had asked him what he was most proud of in life. I had expected a very curt response. But the man with the thick (actually thin) skin surprised me by saying that he was most proud of each of his children. I shared a brief synopsis of what he said about each of his five children. My Uncle, the unemotional powerhouse, burst out in tears. So, that's when I sorta lost it too, but gathered my composure. I also shared what my grandfather said was his biggest regret. Dumbfounded, my grandfather would only change one thing about his life; he would have played with each of his children more. He had deliberately stopped playing with his children around the age of 12, and began treating them like young adults in firm manner. He wished that he had not done that. Each of his children nodded their heads in agreement.
The first disclosure was a bit foreign to my mother and her siblings but was understood. They had just not been accustomed to hearing compassionate references from their father. It was my honor to be able to relay that message to them. The joke when visiting my grandfather was not to upset him. Which I did often with my "invasive" questions. But I was able to find the core of my grandfather that my other kin had failed to realize. I could not in good conscious let his memory rest without at least of bit of his soul being exposed. The later message sealed my message as truth for them, as they all could identify with the abandonment of their childhood.
I left Saratoga Springs, NY with tears in my eyes, but a wicked smirk in my smile.
Earl Parker Duell, may you rest in peace. Your loving grandson.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I haven't decided yet what Murphy will look like. But today, he's looking a lot like Oscar the Grouch. As you know, I'm trying to get work done, chores accomplished, laundry completed so mom doesn't throw a hissy fit when I walk through the door, get the dog to friend Wayne's for dog-sitting duty, and get my ass home for sleep.
- Richmond traffic sucked today - Get the hell out of my way.
- Haircut - Just cut it like I want it and don't kavetch about it.
- Money - Can you move your ass a bit faster at the ATM machine please!!
- I got all those letters done and you can't even review them? Don't you know I'm on a deadline here - no pun intended.
- Thank you Legal Mind that helped, ever so slowly, but HELPED! thank you.
- Thank you for approving my bereavement time, when I knew I could have it all and you were being a tad bit of a bitch about it. MANAGERS!!
- TRAFFIC - RED LIGHTS and more people in my way!
- Get dog to Wayne's!! - Noooo he decides to park his ass under the Florida room where I can't get to him. Making me have to take him over in the morning.
- Laundry! Crap almost forgot about laundry.
- Damn I still have to pack and look at me blogging
I'll be out of commission for a week but I will be back.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
the seat of Satan's Kingdom.
Lynchburg was a deadly place for the worship of God.”
Lorenzo Dow, 1804
During June 1777 the Continental Congress replaced the Grand Union flag with the Stars and Stripes. General Burgoyne and his 5700 men were sent with their tails between their legs back to England after defeat in the Battle of Saratoga, October 1777. The Articles of the Confederation were adopted by Congress as the new governing body of the United States of America in November 1777. The adorable “Crazy” Lorenzo Dow was now one month old and much cuter than the bizarre Reverend he would grow up to be. He was born into an age of exhilarating change.
Reverend Dow morphed into an inspirational messenger of spiritual enlightenment. A rogue character of the early 19th Century, he exuded nothing of the norm for a man of the cloth. He wielded greasy and stringy long brown hair and an equally unkempt beard. Hygiene was not one of his better attributes. His clothes were generally worn to shreds, unless a kind stranger provided newer clothing. The clothes would dwarf him as he was all skin and bones. He resembled more a harbinger of death, than of godliness. When traveling he carried no personal affects, other than a quantity of bibles to give to the masses. He spoke to groups of people numbering in the thousands. An itinerant evangelist, he would spread the gospel along the east coast of the United States, Canada, England and Ireland, and to the West Indies. His presence brought forth the spectrum of emotions, risking death at times. More than not, people were drawn to him, even loved him. Thousands of children would grow up with some form of his name, impacting many genealogical lineages. He was a fire and brimstone preacher with a modern day flare for marketing through is behavior and visual tactics of intrigue; often jumping from windows onto his horse after a sermon, riding off into the sunset.
Dow first referred to Danville, VA as Satan’s Kingdom; he had yet to arrive in Lynchburg where there were no churches to speak of and plenty of bars. He had been appalled by the Danville folk wanting him to pray for their children, yet not baptize them. But Lynchburg, was an evil all to it’s own. What kind of city could rise up with no devotion to God.
Legend has it that upon his death in Georgetown, several days after my birthday, on February 2, 1834 his rib-bones were disbursed to be buried in the very city’s in which he discerned the most evil. I should know, I started the rumor by taking one of his ribs and burying it in an unmarked grave. That’s why I needed a map. I could not remember how to get to the Old City Cemetery on Taylor Street near Monroe. Now that I have my bearings, I leave my digs at the Travelodge on Main Street and head over to the death camp to exhume me a bone. It’s desecration at it’s best but my buddy Lorenzo would understand.
As I step out the door of my room and head down the street, I pass by a man and his wife. Or, I assume it’s his wife, it does not much matter, because I know what they truly are. I can see it in my peripheral vision as I pass; and I get the chills. I don’t look back, I just keep walking.
The rain has begun. *Thank you Justine, you have perfect timing.* I’ll need some damp ground.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
“Tickle? My neck is tickling.” The La Guz on his neck began to quiver, much like when your eyelid twitches for no reason at all. He earned this brand on the day of his birth. Mother was cleaning down by the icy river, her hands aching from the cold. And along comes Declan, clamoring to become part of the world. Mother fell into the river and in no time, I was born… into the icy waters of mid-Thorri; an Óðinsdagr. *sorry that would be the middle of January, of sorts, and on a Wednesday* I was struggling to survive, as was mother. The ice water was making her sleep and I had not yet had my first breath. It’s said that babies naturally know how to swim and I was no exception. On my back, frantic to live, I took my first breath. The cold was foreign to my body, but I welcomed it. I grew sleepy though my eyes were wide open. I saw several very large dimly-lighted figures. I would later learn they were a band of crusading Jötunheim.
I was handled by my feet and then cradled by my neck. That is when the La Guz was burned into the left side of my neck. It’s a winter marking akin to the Aquarius zodiac and also an elfin water-sign rune. The ice giants gathered my mother and me, and warmed us in their home. They would much later take us home where my father celebrated a new found relationship with the warriors of the north. My father and I had become indebted to them. My mother had become impregnated by them. You’ve already met Justine. It was their way of binding our two families for eternity.
“Of course, water, I’m so ignorant.” Water is universal. Water transcends all things and all time. Water finds it’s way in and out. I was close to the James River. I gathered my cycle and headed over to the main route 29. I should be able to get to the James that way. Hope had drifted in.
Once at the James River, I stripped down to my boxers. *Jesus it was cold, nipples standing at attention.* Stuffing my belongings into my watertight gear bag I threw it over my shoulders. Then found a tidy place for the bike. And throwing caution to the wind I jumped into the river and swam toward the barrier. Not far along, I was thwarted by hitting an invisible shield. But my resolve was unstoppable and I went under, deeper and deeper. The cold water had no impact on my stamina. The water well oxygenated for my needs. The current suddenly pulled me deeper down and under. The break I needed - the water had found a way under the barrier. As soon as I was able, I headed up and out of the water like a rocket. Gasping for air, I headed for shore, near where several others were wadding and having a summer party.
Odd, I’ll be celebrating my birthday for the first time in the middle of summer! …And a terrible storm by the looks of it. Dinner and a hotel, and a map, I need a map.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
“…I saw a woman on the sidewalk
she was beaten by a stranger
Danger – Danger – Danger!!!”
Justine was aware of the dimensions of her power. The understanding was second nature to her after her violent death to a strange man in Mississippi. He had told her that he was there to help her transcend her understanding of the universe. A deeply spiritual woman, Justine had sought out this man for his wisdom… only to find her doom. Her demise was at the bloody hands of a self-defined Shaman. But as she lay dying, a peaceful apparition conveyed strength and new life to her spirit. Rising from her battered body Justine was invigorated. She took hold of the spirit guide to the Carpathian Mountains in the Orşova region of Romania. While she had lived a long life, researching the beliefs and customs of many nations, she would soon be overwhelmed by the simplicity of the meaning of life. Her children, she worried about them especially the baby. The baby she had birthed a week earlier and was in the care of her father. The terms of her death as relayed by her father were a lie of pacification. But none of that mattered now.
Justine knew she had to save Declan. Her capture tormented her, not allowing her mind to concentrate on the events at hand. She was growing agitated, trying to find a way out. The skies were darkening and the storm to follow would not be pleasant if Justine could not center her mind.
Declan on the other hand could only concentrate on getting the blade back, but could not breach the barrier. That weapon can not fall into the hands of a child, let alone an adult human. Beyond the barrier appeared a form he was familiar with. Hati approached cautiously, perceiving the dangerous veil. With her jaws she picked up the xiphos blade and pensively approached. She passed the blade through the veil to Declan. She sat, as if waiting instructions.
“Thank you Ms. Hati. What would I do without you?” Declan said with relief. Hati raised her right paw and howled. Quickly she retreated into the sparse forest, which revealed another figure, familiar but too distant to fully recognize. But Declan knew that she found a way in, but for some reason was unwilling to share that information.
As he looked up into the barrier he noticed the storm brewing. It brought a vague Baton Rouge, Louisiana reference to mind, “…I am an only child, born of the wild. Riddled to spend my time, defending my land…” A song, a warning, an individual to be wary of… No.