Frêsh Fish

Monday, June 30, 2003

Souri Pas Estrange

I'm sure i don't have it right, but it is meant to imply - comforted by a stranger. The phrase is attributed to the French author Henri de Balzac. Balzac was renown for the number of characters in his stories, a few of his longer works had hundreds.

Henri was his mother's second offering. Her first child, also a boy, died shortly after birth. The mother attributed this to something in her breast milk. So with the expected arrival of another, arrangements were made to hire a wet nurse for Henri - souri pas estrange - comforted by a strange.

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Sunday, June 29, 2003


I have a penchant for after dinner liqueurs. For years, a coffee with B&B, brandy and benedictine, on the side has been the signal that the repast has concluded.

Last month for my birthday, my sister got me an offering of an Italian liqueur - Disaronno. It is an almond based concoction and tastes like that strange candy my Mom used to like but I would always spit out. Not a big fan of the candy but you will notice that the bottle is empty.

Unto my lips I do press.

Know D

D will never replace B&B, but Disaronno is sweet and inviting and a great intimate date liqueur. Even women can drink it with some abandon and finesse.

Disaronno is advertised on TV. You hear Disaronno on ice and god forbid a Disaronno martini.

No, no, no. Disaronno is an after dinner liqueur and should be quaffed in a small glass, neat.

Thus spoke Zarathustra and he should know because he's been around awhile.

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Friday, June 27, 2003


For the last several weeks, as the sun begins to set, I have seen rabbits scurrying around everywhere on the grounds outside where I work.

Mother Nature, proud, sharing her children, with abandon.

I Thought I Saw A Wabbit?

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Far Darkness

far darkness

But before the transformation a slipping away, like gentle tranquil waves lapping upon a distant shore. Slowly the hooks that hold come undone, as memories, solitary and shared, surcease.

Into far darkness gone/in search of she/who will still my heart to beating faster.

And With Wing

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Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Who Knew?

Coming soon on Fish - Disaronno, dried herbs, and if I can find something on it an exotic salvia that gets you high.

Who knew? I have grown ES for years and just liked the pretty flowers.

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Dumb & Dumber

God bless the Supreme Court. The last thing I want is a young punk that thinks they are smarter than me. Let's dumb it down and keep it that way.

When mediocrity is legitimized, rats will scurry over the ruins of the righteous.

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Monday, June 23, 2003

Check It Out 25

"Jobs Says He's Bringing Price, Speed Battle To The PC Enemy June 23, 2003

The upcoming G5 Power Macs will offer more power for less money than comparable PCs.
By Charles Babcock

Apple Computer CEO Steve Jobs unveiled what he called "the fastest desktop computer in the world" and promised to make the Mac OS X operating system easier to work with at Monday's opening of Apple's Worldwide Developer Conference in San Francisco.
Jobs said Apple would henceforth compete with top-of-the-line Intel/Windows machines on both performance and price. He showed three new G5 Power Mac models based on IBM's 64-bit PowerPC chip and priced at $1,699, $2,399, and $2,999. The chips powering them will run at 1.6 GHz, 1.8 GHz, and 2 GHz, respectively.

To buy the near equivalent to the high-end, dual-processor G5, a purchaser would have to spend $4,000 on a dual-processor Intel/Windows model at the Dell Computer Web site, Jobs told the Apple developers assembled in the new wing of the San Francisco Convention Center, Moscone West.

"The G5 has been designed for dual processors," Jobs noted, and its 1-Gbyte front-side bus for moving data between components of the machine is "the fastest ever." It can transfer all the data on a DVD disk from processor to memory in less than a second, he said.

The G5 can use twice as much memory as the maximum 4 Gbytes used by a 32-bit PC, allowing large-scale 3D modeling and other research and scientific purposes, Jobs said."

Hope you hit on the link in the title. Without the facts and nothing but the facts, only darkness in the bliss.

I might have to fall and take a bite. 25, high five is coming.

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Summer in Argentina

I took this snap last year when it snowed.  And no I didn't really pee in the pool.

Can you tell it snowed and I peed in the pool?

Thank God that most of the time my brain, that's not a brain it's a tumor, whatever, is bigger than my balls. If the reverse was true I would never have made it to the pool today. And I was so glad I did.

Hey I just didn't go out into the sparkle and shine and get all greased up and lie around like a lizard on a rock, pretending to be so cool and lethargic. I took the plunge and put down 20.

Actually this is the second time this year that I have parted the waters. Plum and I did the inaugural last Friday. It's rather remarkable that after almost a year I still remember how to one, two, three, four, tilt, breathe, honk, quack, swim like a fish. And yes it was frêsh.

The moral of this ditty is get your slacker ass out there and do something different. Hit the pool, the tennis court, racket ball, hoops, go somewhere you have never gone before, take some snaps, walk up to a stranger and ask them where they bought their shoes, go to Wyoming, charge about $6,000 worth of stuff and then take it all back, tell the sommelier that the wine tastes like rat piss, walk around with your left eye closed, skip, whistle, listen to some classical music, play chess, let someone do your tarot cards, eat tofu, paint every nail on your left hand a different color, wear mismatched socks, be an asshole. But please no ennui.

The magick is in the doing.

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Sunday, June 22, 2003

Battery Chargers, BSing, & Ennui

I was going to make big production numbers out of each of the above topics, with each having its day in the sun, and hurray the sun is shinning today, but fuck it. I am going with lock and load, just stand and deliver.

If you have a digital camera, unless you are into extreme d&s, you need at least two sets of rechargeable batteries and a battery recharger. Digital cameras eat batteries. When I bought my first battery recharger I was clueless and played Scrooge and bought a less than $20, cheap one. The problems with my great find were that it took about, are they ready yet, are they ready yet, 7 hours to do a recharge and since it was a single unit that plugged directly into the wall socket, because of the extra weigh, after about six months the prongs that plug into the socket went south. For just a few bucks more you can get a one hour, wow the lights are already green, recharging wizard with a wire extension that leaves most of the weight on the floor.

BSing. With BS up for grabs I could have really taken this one for a spin, a little bull shit here and a little bull shit there. But actually in this context BS stands for birthday suit, you know naked. The quirk here is that you go wandering around and everywhere there are a few people without a care in the world doing their day in the buff. Turns out, that where ever this place is, on a person's birthday, young, old, and inbetween, they are obligated to do their day in the nude.

And I swear upon whatever is sacred and holy that I have never used the term ennui in conversation. I just wouldn't know how to slip it in there without feeling like a pretentious asshole. Not that being pretentious or an asshole or both has every stopped me before, but there would just be a lot of what's and explaining. Ennui is not a word that is bantered around much, it's more of a written but not spoken word. But bless its little heart, sometimes ennui is just right.

I am not sure what it is but in the last couple of weeks Blogger seems to have succumbed to a wave of malaise and ennui. Several of the blogs that I hit on have just stopped or the author has offered some limp excuse for surceasing and left the field.

Things come and go in waves, cb radios, email, blogging. I wonder what will be the next big thrill?

And it is not that I don't grock to the sway. There have been many a times when I have almost flatlined. But two things keep me going. The magick is in the doing. To flopka is the only sin.

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Saturday, June 21, 2003

And The Music Comes Out Better On A Stolen Guitar

I would suspect the above is true but I don't have any first hand experience. I wouldn't have the, how do you say it in English, balls to pull it off. But I do enjoy the purloined.

Like everyone, I do have lots and lots of stuff. One of my favorites is a partial set of wooden handled steak knives. They are flat out just the best and always enhance the fare of the day. There is something about the heft and feel of a wooden handled knive that makes me feel like a king.

I have had 3 of a set of 4 wooden handled knives for about 20 years. They were procured one evening at Morton's of Chicago. It was a birthday celebration. My sister and the girl I was hanging around had their birthdays on the same day.

It was high regale. It was steak and lobster and we paid the corkage to bring in some vintage French red wine.

When we finally got home, the girl I was hanging around, told me she had a present for me. She was always getting me wine glasses or salt shakers or something when we went out. This time though she took her little game over the top, she pulled 4 wooden handled steak knives out of her purse.

Yes, yes, I know 4 ≠ 3. And of course it wasn't me that fucked things up. I don't remember the particulars but one day while my brother, aka The Bean, was hanging out at my house, in a fit of anger while talking to someone on the phone, he tried to throw one of the wooden handled steak knives into the wall. Broken. Well done Bean.

Last month Plum and I went out to celebrate my birthday. After a wonderful evening, as we were getting ready to leave Plum asked me if I would like an ashtray. Oh yes!! She said she got a little anxious as she slid the purloined into her purse. Hey but a big tip covers just about anything.

My Plum is the best plum.


I am using the ashtray from Maggiano's Little Italy right now and it is perfect. Part of the thrill is that the ashtray was stolen. It is not something that you can go to the store and buy. But the real enhancement in the value of the object is the story that the purloined carries with it. Everytime I use this ashtray I will remember Plum and I dining and feel a little of the sensation that Plum experienced as she apprehensively slid the purloined into her purse.

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Thursday, June 19, 2003


Purloined, battery chargers, BSing, and ennui. Coming soon on Fish. I could do it now but I have my blink red, blink green, lights flashing, it's raining, and Plum will be here soon.

Right now there is classical music playing, piano, wisps of incenses in the air, and it's pitter, patter raining. All this and heaven too. And I love it!

Soon there will Lou Reed, a red and juicy pan fried steak, a tingly bubble bath, and phun.

All hail to the good life.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2003

But Mama It's So Big

I got an email from Blogger customer service asking me to only republish my Blog during off hours.

And an old geezer told me one time that the big ones hang out in the archives. If you hit on the archives tap for Fish you will discern that I have over a years worth of blogging. You go boy. That makes my blog big.

Snap Daddy. But the real distinguishing characteristic of Frêsh Fish is that it has more large snaps than any other blog on the internet. Go Snap Daddy. Go.

So every time I republish it puts a strain on Blogger resources. In fact if I open ten or so internet sessions and start a republish on each one, I can actually bring Blogger down.

So if things are running slow on Blogger or you just can't publish a new entry or your archives disappear, it's probably just Robert "d" being puckish.

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Monday, June 16, 2003

Happy Father's Day

No not happy, sad, very sad.

I wasn't going to write about this. I didn't want to bring anyone down. I didn't want to share my pain but whatever.

About six months ago my Dad was diagnosed with bone cancer. Luckily it isn't spreading rapidly and Dad hasn't been in any real pain but as the cancer slowly eats away at the marrow of his bones, the cancer is also eating away at his spirit and his soul.

How far the mighty can fall.

Known Terrorists

I went out to spend some time with my Dad yesterday and wish him Happy Father's Day. I brought him some balloons and an electric shaver that I had to bring back because it won't cut the white downy fur that was growing on his lip. He stayed in bed the whole time. He didn't want to eat or drink. All he wanted to do is sleep. He will not be with us much longer. He is slowly, oh so slowly, slipping away.

My Dad has always been a good man. He always put his family first. Unpretentious and unassuming, my Dad was clueless when it came to being cool. Stubborn yes but always good. My Dad has always been a good man.

Love you Dad and I am going to miss you a lot.

A Good Man

And I would ask God to bless my Father, but the secret of the end is that there is no God, there is no personal intercession. Slowly, oh so slowly, the indignities one must suffer as they slowly, oh so slowly, slip further away.

Ok so there is no God that will intervene to stop the slow stripping away of a proud spirit. But the doctors, the doctors, they will help. Again another illusion. Again to discern that the doctors are all still practicing.

Perhaps I should not complain. My Dad has made it to 79 and has had a good life. He has a wonderful wife and 3 pretty good kids and has had lots and lots of adventures.

Still in my own fashion I love my Dad and will miss him a lot when he is gone.

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Thursday, June 12, 2003

The Manifestation of The V

Recently, a parchment has been found near St. Michael's Church that has the revisionist sect of English Literature all a buzz. The document - white linen stock with a chicken scratch black India ink - is purported to be the first draft of Shakespeare's MacBeth.

Act 1, Scene 1 Summary Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches First Witch When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?(1.1.2) Second Witch When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.(1.1.4) Third Witch That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch Where the place? Second Witch Upon the heath. Third Witch There to meet with Macbeth.First Witch I come, Graymalkin! Second Witch Paddock calls.Third Witch Anon. ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.(1.1.12) Exeunt

Raise High Thy Hand in Victory for V come Forward Just for Thee

The veracity of the document is supported by a signature on the last page - William Wonka - a shibboleth known only by The Chosen, that Billy used to authenticate his pennings.

While it will take some time for the entire find to be reviewed and released, much excitement has been generated by a claimed revision to Act I Scene I. According to what is now being called The St. Michael's Revelation, there are V hags not III in the opening scene.

With black stealth across the mist they came at the beckoning of their Master.

We are V not III

The claim is being made that the original was modified to correspond to the Catholic doctrine of - "a trinity, a trinity, we want a trinity."

As shocking as the V to III modification is to some, it is rumored that the real jewel in the crown is the extant manifestation of Act V Scene V.

"Today is yesterday's Tomorrow."

On the ground before them, twitching and a flush.

Twitching and a Flush

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Monday, June 09, 2003

I've Got Blisters on My Fingers

A blister of bliss.  I actually feel a little bad about this snap because you can see the dirt under my finger nails.  I usually keep my nails short and clean.  Must have been playing in the dirt.

Blister of Bliss

There was this guy one time, we called him g string. The only chord he knew was the g chord, and he would play it for hours. g,g,g,g,g,g,g,g... He could play the heck out of g. We tried to tell him that there were other chords but this guy is going to make some woman really proud one day because he was very faithful.

"Yeah I know there is other shit out there. But I kind of like this one. Want to hear my new song?"

g ggg g GGGG g' G' GgGg g'g'g'g G'G'

He called the song good to Go, and actually it wasn't too bad.

Obiter dictum - While I was doing the above it came creeping into my quirky little head that I already had a good snap of a finger blister somewhere on my blog. But where?

I went to google and did the advanced search, using my blog as the delimiter. I think I searched on bad boys and finger. Stuff but no snap. I did come across Bow and Arrow again so all my love wasn't in vain.

Ephemeral - existing but lacking the veracity of your touch.

But fear not. I was on quest. And after all I am the Sherlock Holmes of Shit.

I knew there was a snap somewhere on my blog of my impedicus, no wait that's not right, my ring finger.

I use geocity to throw up my snaps. No design, no fancy, just a big page that I have snaps on, one on top of another. But there is a file manager for this page.

After jumping through several hoops to get to my web page, I selected file manager, and then images. A little stroll down memory lane. A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H, - abecedarian - I,J,K,L,M,N - yahtzee and eureka. The snap was entitled - Nasty Finger.

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Friday, June 06, 2003

Lilith & Eve

oh come to me and inspire
to realms much much higher
where the light is brighter still
and to will is to fly

first above the brown and green
and then into the white and blue
and finally into gray and black
with sparkles in between

and here to pause
and here to ponder

Eve was not Adams first companion, before Eve there was Lilith. Not that much is known about Lilith, but she did bear Adam many offspring. Lilith bore Adam 144 daughters.

The manifestations of the unions of Adam and Lilith were actually more a spawning than a birthing. During each of twelve full moons, Lilith and Adam would rest from their toils and lay together. In the morning, after these matings, would arrive 12 fully grown daughters, all dewy and fresh and ready for fun and adventure. They all doted on Adam, and for awhile he was content, but he soon tired of all their giddy and glee and wished for others more like himself.

God took pity on his new creature and fashioned something different, for Adam he made Eve. God told Adam that Eve would provide for him others like himself.

Adam was very anxious and during the next full moon he lay with Eve. Adam could hardly sleep, and the next morning he arose early to explore for a new spawning, but nothing could be found.

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Just Right

With respect to temperature there are windows of opportunity, times when the temperature is just right. This is especially true with some foods like pizza and meat.

We have all burnt the roof of our mouth trying to wolf down some gooey cheese - too hot. But then if the pizza is allowed to sit too long, the cheese starts to harden and it is just not quite right - too cold. Glorious is he who gets his pizza just right.

I also like my meat right out of the fire, with the juices all runny and yum. With a sip of wine every now and then, and juice dripping down my chin, I feel like a once and future king.

Another temperature fav is a bubble bath. I usually error on the side of damn, to fucking, can't stay in this, hot. It seems easier to cool a bubble bath down than to heat it back up. There is a perfect temperature for a bubble bath that allows you to enjoy your serenity without the fear of nip or chill.

After my bubble bath I took a little nap.  I was awoken by a fairy, a sugar plum fairy.  Plum was there just out of the shower, all dewy and fresh.

Good Clean Phun

For me a bubble bath is just right when I can keep my right foot in the water for 15 seconds without getting the urge to remove it. At first there is always a warning bite, a flinch, but it quickly subsides into something tolerable. And a feeling passes over me - fear not for bliss awaits.

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Wednesday, June 04, 2003


In a recent article in The Journal of Higher Education, it was reported that the reason that college graduates fare so poorly in today's job market is that academia is resonating an ancient rhythm. Candidates today do not need psychology, or accounting, or calculus. To survive in today's world one needs established skills in embellishment, and duplicity, and misdirection, and perhapsing and pretending. 1+1 ≠ 2. In today's world of quantum uncertainty, 1+1 is an unknown.

In the world today a coveted talent, a coveted skill, is the ability to lie while pretending otherwise.

Where are the Weapons of Mass Destruction?

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