yeah I wasn't there for that- corinne says it's a good thing because she just locked up, called the cops and hid upstairs. apparently the cops showed up and arrested all three of the guys fighting- I would have pulled out my bat and tried to chase them off, but corinne said they were very large and very drunk. i dunno, i probably would have still gone out there and yelled at them. for fucks sake it's my house, with my people in it, if I can't stand up for that what can I? she probably did the right thing, and I probably would have gotten slaughtered...
Historically N/NE Portland has been, since ancient hobo caveman days, the hallowed ground for North America, in which all disputes of the High Winos and Push Cart Pushers have traveled to work out the ways and means that fall into the domain of being a bum. It's kind of like Socrates's open air gymnasium, minus the Roman baths and the philosophers swigging night train as they deconstruct reality and each others dental bridges. When I worked at that theatre there was an alley right next to the main screen that was like a CSPAN office for hoboes to caucas each other at. In McClaughlin style they would throw out topics, "Hobo Sex? Depraved past time of the Degenerate or Extreme Sport for the great unwashed? Discuss!" I found the best way to send them to commercial was to open the door and yell, "Hey, anybody want a job?"
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anonymous
May 16 2007, 02:06:40 UTC
nazi fish chunks glog my innermost dysfunkt. . .i think it is important to try to make, carve out, negotiate for, a space to make art and do creative projects. i know i know, who has the goddman time between managing the bum wars, but i think, a little goes a long way in this arena, toward balancing the bad-shit chaos with the good-shit chaos that brings you back to yourself, opens you up, and connects you to an exciting path bigger and better than where you are at 'now' . . . peace bro, and may peace be with me. signed, father alexanderflesh Christian Democrat Party, nazi switzerland
consider what you've busted out in just a couple years. you have created too new beautiful people out of thin air and piss, raised um up in a lovely wooden fortress you built by stackin books, getting smarter, bustin yer ballls, going crazy, drinking too much coffee and belittling your enemies and freinds alike ... two new people, two cool people, a family, and a great place for friends to drop by and love on you and your digs. by the way, can we BBQ sometime soon? - d p
are you like, dead?
anonymous
June 2 2007, 18:42:54 UTC
apparently you can't access the coffee supply because it's been like a long time and no posty. can't you just take three minutes out of your day and like stream of consciousness or some shit. i mean i have like 32 blogs and no one ever even looks at them or leaves comments. you have fans! lot's of 'um! perhaps a dozen. we need you! we love you! post! post! post! - dp
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It's kind of like Socrates's open air gymnasium, minus the Roman baths and the philosophers swigging night train as they deconstruct reality and each others dental bridges.
When I worked at that theatre there was an alley right next to the main screen that was like a CSPAN office for hoboes to caucas each other at. In McClaughlin style they would throw out topics, "Hobo Sex? Depraved past time of the Degenerate or Extreme Sport for the great unwashed? Discuss!"
I found the best way to send them to commercial was to open the door and yell, "Hey, anybody want a job?"
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