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  • Of Helicopters and Humans (20) “Ring-around-the Roses, One Time, Darling “

    I love the view from my office… Of Helicopters and Humans Part 20: Ring Around the Roses, One Time, Darling (why bother to fly one time around the platform??) Crew room talk. As opposed to bar room talk. Same passion, without the booze. And without Dotty Lotty, the Bar Maid. The luscious one, with the…

  • Diary 3/6/2014 “The Funky Chicken “

    Diary, March 6, 2014 05.30 am Yippee! I’m still alive. This is fun. And already I’ve lobbed another graffiti-inspired Blob into long-suffering, Blob strewn Cyberspace. This certified aerosol-carrying (as opposed to card-carrying) member of the No-Party has amused himself by picking on one of his favorite targets. Missy Hillary “The Benghazi Bimbo” Clinton. The Liberal…

  • Helping Brother Ambrose (Part 2)

    The awesome, trendy, indubitably sexy, Morris Minor Helping Brother Ambrose (Part 2) So there he went, this lanky, six foot two, black leather jacketed, goggle wearing, mean, tough, real biker Hell’s Angel dude. Tottering along. Slightly unsteadily. On a Honda Fifty. It was a source of pride to me. And I felt almost emotional. A…

  • Helping Brother Ambrose (Part 1)

    Helping Brother Ambrose (Part 1) I have often meant well in my little life, but with the unfortunate subtlety of a left handed meat cleaver. I used to always have these lofty, noble ambitions, that I should pursue Wisdom and Enlightenment, and spread Good Cheer and Good Will to all mankind. Be nice to all…

  • Graffiti Art – Is this a good Career Choice?

    Him? Don’t mind him… He wants to be a chopper pilot! Graffiti Art: Is this really a good career choice? For what it’s worth, probably not-a-lot, I have dropped comments and blobs and the odd bomb all over the Internet. Luckily, the Internet being the size it is (although a tiny insignificant fraction of a…

  • Red Dust (2) “In the Shadow of the Turtle, Meditation “

    Red Dust Part 2: In the Shadow of the Turtle, Meditation. On that same Angola beach, where I watched the ripples roll in, and die, smoothly, on their very last stage of their Long March, there were mounds of sand. Turtle nests. Former… turtle nests. With an air of decay, and emptiness, and futility hanging…

  • Red Dust (1): If you need a Teacher

    Red Dust : If you need a teacher It is a few days afterwards. The rain has eased off, but it is still blowing hard up here. The plucky “Little Bird that flew off Slea Head” is around, somewhere. I wonder about him. And the story I wrote out about him. Already, it seems, chiseled…

  • Reading MTM?…Shhhhh! Keep it quiet at the bar!

    “I’m the King of the Castle! Heh-heh-heh!” Reading MTM? Shhhh… Keep it quiet at the bar! “Ha-Ha! We are funny creatures, you and I, are we not?”, spoke the old Penguin pleasantly. But the Dromedary was not amused. “What do you mean, you stupid, fat Penguin? I am a most perfect creature! I have four…

  • MTM – An Alternative Introduction- “An Ancient Chinese Poet “

    (This is a cymbal of wot I am trying to say) MTM – An Alternative Introduction An Ancient Chinese Poet I reached Cold Mountain and all cares stopped no idle thoughts remained in my head nothing to do I write poems on rocks and trust the current like an unmoored boat Han Shan, 8th century…

  • Of Helicopters and Humans (Part 16) “The Pakistani Captain “

    Hummm….This is my alternative uniform Of Helicopters and Humans (Part 16) “The Pakistani Captain” I speak a half dozen languages, but Pakistani isn’t one of them. But I think you subconsciously get used to picking up on traits and vocal oddities when bloody foreigners (like me) try solemnly masticating American English as their second language.…

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