Monday, December 31, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: that thar garden after a rain


after sum frustrayshun with a manuscrip uplode sos it kin turn into a book (whar i had to do a bunch of wurk all over agin sos twood be ackcepted, witch i still gut a bit of that to go), me n miz bd deecided we wood go by the brooklyn botanick garden on the way to ackupunkchur. heres a cuple pitchers i tuck ...





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Friday, December 28, 2007

waka of budouadana: ally?


Assassination
Right outside the pentagon
Of our prime ally
Against such terror proves our
Misplaced trust in dictators.

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: man carryin pigs in chinatown


tuther day whenever me n miz bd wuz in chinatown shoppin, thay cum a man runnin roun a corner a'carryin three hog carcusses on his back. i run after im trine to git a good pitcher, but he wuz a'movin too fast n the traffick wuz in the way. i still tuck one fer a lil proof ...



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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: reddy fer the year of the rat?


as mayhap ye dun alreddy know, 2008 is the year of the earth rat , witch it dont ackshly git here till febwairy 7. me n miz bd wuz over in chinatown tuther day n as ye kin see, thays a'gittin reddy to sell sum rats fer good luck ...



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Monday, December 24, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: not yer daddys chrismus musick


me n miz bd finely gut roun to sum shoppin fer the halldaze, witch i tuck along the camra fer sum pitchers n gut thisn of a chinese man playin amazin musick on his erhu. ye shoulda seen im doin sum slidin notes. whuts mos amazin bout it is how this instermint is made sos them strangs never touches the fretbord, witch that means the feller playin it has gut to have a grate ear ... n he shore did. we give im a lil money sos he woodnt git upset at his pitcher bein tuck ...


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Saturday, December 22, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: kwan yin


this heres the ackupunkchur lady name of kwan yin, witch as ye kin see, tiz a easy way fer a ackupunkchust to know whar to stick them needles in ye .. that is, ifn she knows whut them lables means n all ...



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Friday, December 21, 2007

waka of budouadana: tears


Some deadly toxins
Can only leave the body
Through grief’s bitter tears,
Their deep sobs and sad sighing
Leaving one refreshed and clean.

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Thursday, December 20, 2007

waka of budouadana: axis


Endlessly seeking
The way of the World as it
Turns on its axis,
The fearless find completion,
The timid stale frustration.

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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

waka of budouadana: inside


One must look inside
Oneself to find true Judgment,
Viewing good and ill
With clear eyes to learn what and
Where and why and who one is.

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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

waka of budouadana: glow


The warm golden glow
Of the early rising Sun
Radiates life, hope,
The simple joy of being,
To the few who are awake.

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Monday, December 17, 2007

waka of budouadana: illusion


Master of the tides,
Illusion, madmen, poets,
Even woman’s womb,
The Moon seems ever changing,
A trick of reflected light.

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Sunday, December 16, 2007

waka of budouadana: token


The peaceful Star shines
Down on all alike, whether
Awake or sleeping,
Token of eternal hope,
Good will and serenity.

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Saturday, December 15, 2007

waka of budouadana: lightning


Sudden lightning strikes
The Tower, bringing certain
Total destruction,
Changing all that went before,
Survival creating strength.

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Friday, December 14, 2007

waka of budouadana: chains


Golden chains adorn
Slaves captured by the Devil,
All of whom could free
Themselves by sacrificing
Guilt, hatred and jealousy.

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Thursday, December 13, 2007

waka of budouadana: center


Take the center path
Mid excess and abstinence,
For with Temperance
Lie the riches of enough,
The glad poverty of want.

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Wednesday, December 12, 2007

waka of budouadana: cord


Swift Death cuts the cord
To annihilate decay
With transformation
From what was to what can be,
Dreadful only if defied.

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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

waka of budouadana: faith


In faith let me be
As resolute as the Hanged Man,
Who went to his death
Believing his cause worthy
Of the final sacrifice.

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Monday, December 10, 2007

waka of budouadana: scales


Universal scales,
Hefted by a stone blind judge,
Measure life’s verdict,
Without regard to station,
Dispensing Justice to all.

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Sunday, December 09, 2007

waka of budouadana: threads


The Wheel of Fortune
Like the earth, like the seasons,
Constantly spinning,
Threads together all events,
Stretching from birth to death.

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Saturday, December 08, 2007

waka of budouadana: lantern


The Hermit’s lantern
Casts a sphere of radiance
Upon the dirt path,
Its weight a burden he bears
So he does not lose his way

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Friday, December 07, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: cube


With its eight corners,
The cube, a sanctuary
Shape for our houses,
Is Strength both for and against
The wolfpack of convention.

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Thursday, December 06, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: chariot


A two-wheeled platform
Drawn by powerful horses,
The Chariot tests
Strength and skill, yet willpower
Alone can keep it on track.

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Tuesday, December 04, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: lovers


She looks above her
As he gazes on her face,
His hopes as narrow
As seed finding fertile ground,
Hers as broad as the heavens.

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Monday, December 03, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: moebius


The moebius strip,
All surface and no substance,
Eternal outward form
With only one side to show,
Plays the Hierophant of shapes.

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Friday, November 30, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: pyramid


Square base of four points
Rising to a lone capstone,
It aims at heaven
With an Emperor’s power,
A fortress for dusty bones.

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Thursday, November 29, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: tetrahedron


The tetrahedron
Is the simplest of all shapes
In three dimensions,
A fortress of triangles,
The Empress of balance.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: a eggzplainayshun ... n triangle


buck asts a questchun in the comments on yesterdys waka that deesurves a anser:
I love these things Buddy. I read them every day.

But please, somebody tell me what waka writ by budouadana means.

What are the origins of that statement?

I've googled it. I still can't figure it out.
i wuz beginnin to thank nobidy wood ast. i myself dint know a thang bout waka ere i wuz ast could i rite up a few of em fer a dojo in town that needs em fer meditayshuns. thays a slew of em writ by a japanese emperor name of emperor meiji. tiz sed he writ over 100,000 of em!

corse, thay wuz a time when hi class folks in japan wood send each other pomes, anwerin one with a nuthern.

innywho, that gut me started n ye lackly dun alreddy figgerd out how i jes luv to play with wurds.

tuther part of the questchun has to do with budouadana. who could that be? lets jes call im my japanese nome-day-plume.

as fer them waka, seems lack them folks at the dojo lacks em good a nuff to ast fer more. fer me, thays kindly lack lil puzzles whar ye half to squeeze in as much meanin as possibull into five lines with counts of 5-7-5-7-7. heres the one i writ fer today, name of triangle:
Three points connected
By three lines delineate
The stout triangle,
The High Priestess of flat forms,
With length and breadth but no depth.
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: line


Stretched between two points
The line is length, nothing more:
Insubstantial edge,
Defining one dimension,
Geometry’s Magic wand.

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Monday, November 26, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: point


A place of no place
In physical space, the point
Is logic’s step one,
Its slate blank, a cipher, pure
As the nursling Fool’s new mind.

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Friday, November 23, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: star


The downward triad
Represents power flowing
From the sun to earth,
The upward one, what is made
Of it by humble flowers.

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: vessel


To cleanse a vessel
One must empty it of all
Its precious contents,
Scrubbing its body, leaving
It pure and empty as sky.

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: sunlight


Timid warm sunlight
Reflects from frigid mountain
Ice and lifeless snow,
Loving touch to frost-bound hearts,
First a trickle, then a flood.

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Monday, November 19, 2007

eggsplainayshuns of buddy don: ruff week thanks to migraine mizry


i spoze i orta fess up bout this here past week me n miz bd jes gut thru. the trubles cummenced on sundy last whenever i notissd but ignored one of them optick auras. fer one thang, i keep trine to tell myself that they aint happenin to me no more on a counta i wonta cunvints myself that i aint a'gone have this migraine problem no more. i know that dont make no sense, but tiz how i keep a'thankin.

i wuz cookin soup n bakin bread whenever it happend, so twuz easy to ignore. we et n ere twuz 7:30, i tole miz bd i wood go upsteers (we have a loft bed, no ackshull upsteers) to read. i bleeve i wuz sleepin without readin a sangle wurd.

woke round 1 am n twuz all over, tho i still woodnt do whut i orta dun, witch wuz to take sum of that awfull stuff, imitrex ($42+ per squirt, witch tiz a nasull spray) or zomig (same price by total coincidents), but i wonted to wurk n had thangs to do. i figgerd i could git back to sleep n be ok.

wrong. i gut sicker n started a week of blackout mizry. taint a total blackout havin these thangs, but ye caint do nor thank much of nuthin. caint read, caint rite, caint do much moren lie in bed with pillers over yer ears n wait, hopin that ye kin feel pane n not nausea (i kin take the pane, bad as it be, but not the eerie-sistibull urge to vomit).

this bunch of migraines all gut started at nite, wakin me up twixt 1 n 2 am n leevin no dout bout whut the day wood brang.

miz bd wurked me over purty good -- she knows a few healin modaltees -- n that hepped, but twuz finely necessry to git me to the neurolgist, witch she has larned how to pull offn that trick (we have had to wait fer as long as a munth to see eethur our primary keer docter or a speshulist, witch it aint no gummint byoorackrussy cawzin that problem!).

she gut the job dun n then tuck me thar on thursdy afternoon. he dint putt me thru his reglar drill on a counta he could see how i wuz suffern even then. he writ me a scrip fer a short course (5 daze) of steeroids (prednisone) to take sos the patturn could git broke ('thar goes yer pro sports career,' miz bd tole me on the way home).

dont know whuther that broke the migraine spell or not on a counta i dint take the furst of that steeroid till fridy mornin after wakin up with a horrbull hedache in the middle of the nite. but i deecided i woodnt take no more of that zomig nor imitrex neethur, lease not that day on a counta they kin cawz reebound hedaches, but jes let miz bd lay her healin hands on me to do her best, witch that n the increase in depakote (to 1.5 grams or 1,500 milligrams per day) mite coulda hepped.

but whar they wuz no dout bout the spell a'brakin wuz when miz bd tuck me to brooklyn fer acupunchur at element. say whut ye mite bout havin a slew of needles stuck in ye, it wurks (as ye kin see, a waka writ itself whilst i wuz a'lyin thar with them needles in me).

i spent yesterdy in a daze n feard i mite wood wake up last nite sick. i did wake around 1 am n thunk i coulda been in the same die-lemma, but nex thang i knew, twuz mornin n looks lack twill be a grate day.

so i will take this bountifull blessin fer this day n do my best with it n try to keep myself in mind of such simple thangs as how good it feels when ye aint sick (tiz amazin how quick ye kin fergit!).

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: needles


The pricking needles
Of the acupuncturist
Can scarcely be felt
Yet redirect energy
As pine needles wave in wind.

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waka writ by budouadana: mayflies


When the mayflies hatch
Into their lakeside orgy –
Mating, laying, death –
Fish feast in greedy frenzy
As anglers use mayfly lures.

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Saturday, November 17, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: sun


None can view the sun
Directly lest they go blind,
The fiery white beam
Unwilling to be seen yet
Illuminating our world.

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Friday, November 16, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: waves


In high winds harsh waves
Rudely crash against the shore,
Flooding, retreating,
A violent watery pulse
That mirrors human passions.

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: aura


The optic aura
Seems at first a pleasant glow,
Yet it presages
The migrainous suffering,
As warm winds predict the storm.

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: waitin fer a train that dont cum


i been feelin a lil lack this pitcher, witch i had one of them migraine auras on sundy n i dint wonta bleeve thats whut twuz to whar i been sick since. tiz a bit lack waitin fer a train that dont never cum ...



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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: ducks


Male Mandarin ducks
Sport brightly colored feathers
For cocksure courting,
Their rich plumage reflected
In the autumn's brittle leaves.

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Saturday, November 10, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: berries


The sweet dark berries
Hang on hidden thorny stalks,
Growing in fissures
In the crags of lone ridges,
Enjoyed only by wild goats.

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Friday, November 09, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: squirrel


The squirrel hunts
For newly fallen acorns,
Burying his store
For winter, those forgotten
Sprouting with the warm spring rains.

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Thursday, November 08, 2007

lambintasyshuns of buddy don: alas poor killer


tuther crawdads in the tank has all dun been over whut wuz left of killers exoskelton, takin apart the bits they could use, leavin only the hardest parts of his brite blue claws. ever so often, one of em gits a hold of a claw n takes it a wee bit more out of it.

we figgerd killer mite coulda molted, witch once them crawdads has molted, they git to hidin whar ye caint tell ifn thar thar or not. so we reckund the same could be true of killer.

on tuther hand, we had dun red (caint find it now!) that the males tend to die after matin n kin live only fer about two years, so i caint ackshly eggspeck innythang differnt, but tiz a shame to see such a magnificent creechur go down.

rip, killer, we shore enjoyd havin ye in our tank (witch, when ye thank bout it, hes still more or less thar).

corse, he leaves behind a slew of his yunguns. i counted six of em rootin round fer food when i fed em this mornin. i reckun we need to git em sum new blood since they will mate with each other, even bruthers n sisters or muthers n suns (miss tenna is still thar n seems lack rl, the biggest yungster, wonts to git her pinnd down by her claws, witch thats how they mate).

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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

limricks of buddy don: If You Can’t Beat 'em, Join 'em


If You Can’t Beat 'em, Join 'em

The general’s coup was a nifty one,
Our ally, a world-class shifty one,
Is now a dictator –
We might complain later –
Or else use NSPD 51!

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Tuesday, November 06, 2007

waka of budouadana: lightning


Lightning strikes the tip
Of the forest’s tallest tree,
Snuffing out its life,
Its dried leaves drifting to earth,
Sunlight pouring through the breach.

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Monday, November 05, 2007

pitchers tick by buddy don: refleckshuns of man hattan in black n wite

i had wurk to do this weekend, but thay wuz a long delayed lunch frum the yunguns, so i gut offn the track n dint do much wurk. but i tuck the camra n tuck sum pitchers, witch i forced myself to use nuthin but black n white fer a change...

















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Sunday, November 04, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: pendulum


The pendulum swings,
Slicing time into moments,
Arcing from extreme
To mid-point, as a mind drifts
From passion to reflection.

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Saturday, November 03, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: hyenas


Hyenas fight
Each other for the bleating
Carcass they have downed,
Waking a pride of lions,
Who follow the bloody scent.

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Friday, November 02, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: boulder


The boulder beneath
The tender sprouting pine cone
Forces roots to stretch
For earth, trapping the hard stone,
The pine tree safe in high winds.

n jes in case ye missd it, tennessee jed writ a verr nice lil waka or tanka his ownself, witch tiz in the comments of yesterdys post.

i will eggsplain why i cummenced to ritin these waka or tanka thangs die-reckly.

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Thursday, November 01, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: wheel


The herd rides the rim
Of the ever-turning wheel,
Chasing sensation,
Dizzily spurning the calm
Of the motionless axle.

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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

waka of budouadana: marble


A clear glass marble,
Blemished by imperfection,
Catches dusky light
And glows, casting its unique
Shade upon the earthen path.

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

waka of budouadana: fledgling


To fly, each fledgling
Must risk plunging from its perch,
Landing hard upon its breast,
Only to clamber back up
To try once again.

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Monday, October 29, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: water


Though water adapts
To fit each unique vessel
It should ever grace,
Its droplet tapping rhythm
Grinds great granite peaks to sand.

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Saturday, October 27, 2007

waka writ by budouadana: a ole form thats new to me


A diamond’s hard face
Can by mere dust be obscured,
Its true reflections
Dimmed, as a heart burdened
By powdery motes of doubt.

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Friday, October 26, 2007

pomes of buddy don: Reserved for Use


Reserved for Use

How can it be that we are so confused
As not to know what’s torture or what’s not?
The very methods Torquemada used
Repulsed us – can it be that we forgot?

The process then was called the Water Cure
A staple of the Spanish Inquisition
That it was torture we are pretty sure
Since history has stated its position.

The Chinese Water Torture was a name–
Whoever coined it knew nothing of spin! –
That long was used in passing out the blame
For actions that we recognized as sin.

Now it’s not an act we would condemn
As long it’s reserved for use on “them.”

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Thursday, October 25, 2007

pomes of buddy don: As Simple as Sleep


As Simple as Sleep

If you thirst to death, water to drink
Is better than the richest home on earth –
And if your hunger brings you to the brink
Of dying, then a meal fills you with mirth.

If you need to relieve your bowels or bladder
Not even joys of sex can feel so good –
If you cannot breathe, air becomes the matter
That trumps all pleasure: this is understood.

And if you have been sick for days on end
Or if your body has been beaten, broken –
Then when you feel your body’s on the mend
The joy is greater than can ere be spoken.

The greatest pleasures in this life are those
As simple as, when sleepy, just to doze.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

mizry of buddy don: tham thar migraines ... back!


i aint had a migraine to speak of fer nigh onto a year, but this weekend i gut caught nappin. i been takin my depakote reglar lack, but i had let it git down to whar i woodnt take 750 mgs everday, mayhap only 500, witch that wuz the furst perscripshun i had. innywho, last week i had one of the hardest ever, teachin ten classes over 5 days n then a volunteer eevent on saturdy ... follerd by that purrfeck wether change that gits me minny a time: frum low pressure, rainy or verr humid to high pressure, low humidity n winds. i wuz able to do a lil wurk on a manuscrip on sundy, witch it seemd to hep me keep my mind offen how much i wonted to vomit. mundy wus wurse n tuesdy even wurser.

but today, at this moment (not to woof) i am feelin ok. i am countin that as a huge blessin, witch i dint even notiss it once it gut to be a reglar thang. sum of the gratest blessins aint nuthin moren life as usual.

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Monday, October 22, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: beeyootifull weekend


we had us purrfeck wether this weekend, witch it spent the hole time wurkin (by my own choice). on saturdy as i wuz walkin over to a volunteer event way up on the upper east side, i walked thru central park n tuck a cuple pitchers ...







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Friday, October 19, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: a lil nite life on 42nd st


yesterdy evenin as part of a knowledge management effort i am pushin along, we had us a teambildin eevent at the espnzone, witch ifn ye aint never been thar, tiz a lot of fun, speshly them games they gut. they give our bunch sum food n sum cards good fer a hour of unlimited play. i tuck sum pitchers of the folks i wurk with, but theys privutt.

corse on the way home i couldnt resist gittin a few of the nite life in times square n on 42nd street, witch tiz a main drag in the city that dont never sleep ...







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Thursday, October 18, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: them critters


one of the questchuns posed by a reader wuz whuther we had lost inny of the critters that live in the tank, witch thats the 155-gallon aquarium we have in our livin room. purty much all them critters cum thru ok. nary a fish wuz missin, meanin all four of them catfish wuz still prowlin the bottom, witch they all gut names: felix the catfish (11.5 years in the tank), fritz (7 years in the tank), skip n scamp (3 years in the tank). all them africun cichlids wuz still a'swimmin round n threatnin each other (thar verr agressive fish).

but it seemd lack thay wuznt near as minny of them crawdads as befor, witch tiz a hard thang to suss out on a counta how they molt ever now n agin, n whenever they do that, they lack to hide, sumtimes buryin tharself in the gravel at the bottom of the tank. so ye mite could thank ye dun lost one n then thar he or she will be, bigger n briter than ever in a new exoskelton.

so twuz with a mix of fear n hope that we seen this on the bottom of the tank:



(the pitcher is the new exter large size they let ye use in smugmug now, witch they let ye use even biggerns n i am hopefull ye kin lank to em, witch i will try that by n by.)

i putt it thar sos ye kin see that tiz the remains of killer, ifn he is ded, but tiz his exoskelton ifn he is alive n hidin sumwhars. thats whut we are a'hopin. ifn ye look real keerfull lack, ye kin see a hole in the belly of the exoskelton, witch thats whut gives us hope killer is alive sumwhar. (tiz amazin how them critters kin hide!)

meanwhile, all them other crawdads is eatin thar share of that exoskelton, witch thats whut they do to git whut they need to make new exoskeltons of thar own. we have even seen em eatin thar own exoskeltons only thay have to be in a safe place on a counta whenever they molt, thays ritely vulnerabull to attack.

whenever we git a better idee whuther killer is gone or is jes fixin to emerge with a new n more beeyootifull bidy, we will let ye know. ifn he is alive, we will putt up a nuther pitcher of im.

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: sum frum ireland i fergut about yesterdy


i wuz wunderin why i dint have as minny pitchers up on the smugmug gallery whar im a'keepin all them ireland pitchers, so i gut to lookin round on my portabull hard drive n found a slew of em i had dun missd. tiz amazin how hard tiz to git thru over 1,500 of em!

so heres sum frum a lil boat trip down the river shannon that wuz tuck the day after the weddin. fer one thang, twuz a bit of a sprize to me how lil thay wuz to see. fer the most part, twuz jes reeds n swans n mayhap a tree or two risin up frum the dead flat planes along the banks of that thar river. heres a cuple of tipicull pitchers:





corse, thay wuz sum other river traffick ...



... n lack everbidy in ireland, they wuz rite nayborly ...



the hi lite of the trip wuz whenever we cum to a place name of shannons bridge, whar we all gut out to stretch our laigs n git a bite to eat. i dint git no good pitchers to cum out of that bridge, but thays wuz a lil bevy of swans that wonted to git thar pitchers tuck, witch heres a cuple of em ...



corse, the boat had to have a captin, witch this feller lives on his boat n had truble once upon a time whenever he had to have his boat fixed, forcin im to live on land, whar he couldnt git no sleep on a counta twuz too still fer im ...



the bride n groom had dun plannd everthang out to whar whenever we enterd the pub whar we et, the food wuz thar a'waitin fer us ... n on top of that, thay wuz a yung lady that cum to sang us a cuple songs, witch i regret no gittin her name on a counta she could turn into a star sumday ...



whenever i found these here pitchers, i discuverd a bunch of otherns that i will half to uplode. dont know whuther i kin postem since i dont lack to putt pitchers up of fambly members ... but i woodnt be sprized ifn thay wuz sum goodns that i kin post, so mayhap thays more on the way.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: lastuns frum ireland fer now
















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Monday, October 15, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: the ladys vue


one of the purtiest of all them vues on that thar ring of kerry is the ladys view. we gut out of the car n tuck sum pitchers, witch miz bd wont hardly take a pitcher ifn i kin ...



thay wuz feller op thar a'pickin on a banjo in a way i aint never seen nobidy do ere then, witch he wuz a'usin a sangle pick n no three-fanger roll ...





point is, thays magick most everwhar ye turn in ireland ...

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

pitchers tuck by miz bd: whilst i wuz a'drivin on the rong side of the rode


i caint hardly tell ye how purty that thar ring of kerry is, but lucky a nuff fer yew, miz bd wuz takin sum pitchers out the car winnder.

















them rodes wuz verr narr ...



lack as not thay wood be a rang of tress over em, witch that made em seem even more narr ...



in whenever it gut to rainin, twood turn dark in em, witch ye kin see the sun wuz still a'shinin!



it tuck so much concentrayshun to keep on a'drivin on the rong side that i dint even notiss whenever miz bd wuz a takin this pitcher ...



twuz a grate day a'drivin that rang of kerry. next time we wonta hike a trail on it that bisects it ...



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