Shadow Boxing
I started putting the finish coat on the Dumaine exterior today. It's very, uh, teal. I do not like being in charge of color selection. Anyway, it's pretty well prepped and the color won't be offensive to everyone and as a protective coating it will be good and the prep work to repaint at some future date will be miniscule compared to what I had to do, that is assuming the next person to paint it doesn't wait twelve years, like I did. Twelve years is too long to wait between exterior paint jobs.
The guy who came by a couple of weeks ago and vomited three times while talking to me, came by again today. He's on heroin, but pretends to be on something else. He did some shadow boxing (actually very impressively) and said he misses having people to fight with.
Hunter, a kid I have watched grow up in the ghetto over a twelve year period, came by today, first time I've seen him since being back, and he has grown into a very slick looking young man. Said he's working in the oil fields, or offshore, I can't remember. He was as glad to see me as I was to see him and he hugged me both on the greet and the depart. He's got him a nice little car.
Two more decomposed corpses found in vacant New Orleans' homes this week, nine months after the flood and three days before the official start of a new hurricane season. The death toll is now around 1,500.
The levees are in ok shape but not great shape and the best thing for New Orleans would be no Katrina sized storms this year.
The next best thing would be the rounding up and setting on fire of all high level insurance executives. All of you who have instructed your lackey employees to put up hindrance to those who are in need and have paid their premiums year after year, I hope, if you do sleep at night, you dream of being set on fire, because such things, in an imperfect world, do happen.
The fire, I hope, would burn very slowly but thoroughly.
For various reasons, painting the office was put off for over a week. Today was taping, painting tape edges (to prevent bleed), cutting in and painting three-ish walls. Two coats. Boxing was involved. Just needs some touch up, and 40 feet of new baseboards.
In CA, a couple of different state insurance commissioner have made hay by smacking around the insurance industry. It's a stepping stone to higher office. Your guy needs to cowboy up, or whatever they do in Baton Rougue.
I can only guess because there is all this potential financial aide available or coming available or being wagged like the carrot on a stick that people are distracted from the reality of how bad they are being screwed or in many cases are used to being screwed and so just accept it and/or are exercising their prerogative towards hope for something better, which for many, something better than what they are facing is really not a very big step. Anyway, there's plenty of material on the streets to build that slow roast pit, or lately it's been hot and humid enough we could probably acheive same effect just by duct taping the bastards to a telephone pole in the noonday sun. On a cheerier note, in my opinion, it's still great down here, and with a little luck ALL of this current dysfunction will be only a temporary setback to a better future, no really, no bullshit.
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I started putting the finish coat on the Dumaine exterior today. It's very, uh, teal. I do not like being in charge of color selection. Anyway, it's pretty well prepped and the color won't be offensive to everyone and as a protective coating it will be good and the prep work to repaint at some future date will be miniscule compared to what I had to do, that is assuming the next person to paint it doesn't wait twelve years, like I did. Twelve years is too long to wait between exterior paint jobs.
The guy who came by a couple of weeks ago and vomited three times while talking to me, came by again today. He's on heroin, but pretends to be on something else. He did some shadow boxing (actually very impressively) and said he misses having people to fight with.
Hunter, a kid I have watched grow up in the ghetto over a twelve year period, came by today, first time I've seen him since being back, and he has grown into a very slick looking young man. Said he's working in the oil fields, or offshore, I can't remember. He was as glad to see me as I was to see him and he hugged me both on the greet and the depart. He's got him a nice little car.
Two more decomposed corpses found in vacant New Orleans' homes this week, nine months after the flood and three days before the official start of a new hurricane season. The death toll is now around 1,500.
The levees are in ok shape but not great shape and the best thing for New Orleans would be no Katrina sized storms this year.
The next best thing would be the rounding up and setting on fire of all high level insurance executives. All of you who have instructed your lackey employees to put up hindrance to those who are in need and have paid their premiums year after year, I hope, if you do sleep at night, you dream of being set on fire, because such things, in an imperfect world, do happen.
- jimlouis 5-29-2006 6:15 am
The fire, I hope, would burn very slowly but thoroughly.
- Marco (guest) 5-29-2006 4:12 pm [add a comment]
For various reasons, painting the office was put off for over a week. Today was taping, painting tape edges (to prevent bleed), cutting in and painting three-ish walls. Two coats. Boxing was involved. Just needs some touch up, and 40 feet of new baseboards.
In CA, a couple of different state insurance commissioner have made hay by smacking around the insurance industry. It's a stepping stone to higher office. Your guy needs to cowboy up, or whatever they do in Baton Rougue.
- mark 5-30-2006 12:14 pm [add a comment]
I can only guess because there is all this potential financial aide available or coming available or being wagged like the carrot on a stick that people are distracted from the reality of how bad they are being screwed or in many cases are used to being screwed and so just accept it and/or are exercising their prerogative towards hope for something better, which for many, something better than what they are facing is really not a very big step. Anyway, there's plenty of material on the streets to build that slow roast pit, or lately it's been hot and humid enough we could probably acheive same effect just by duct taping the bastards to a telephone pole in the noonday sun. On a cheerier note, in my opinion, it's still great down here, and with a little luck ALL of this current dysfunction will be only a temporary setback to a better future, no really, no bullshit.
- jimlouis 5-30-2006 5:35 pm [add a comment]