What did you see, hear or experience, that you want to share?
#1
Posted 26 September 2011 - 02:37 AM
What did you see, hear or experience, that you want to share?
#2
Posted 26 September 2011 - 02:38 AM
#3
Posted 27 October 2011 - 06:30 AM
Sigh. Now that doesn't mean he was interested, but I'll never know. I thought a lot of people were looking at me that night. When I got home I discovered that my hair looked sort of like Bozo the Clown. I don't even know how to flirt with anyone in a bar anymore. I am shielding myself from negative feedback which seems more likely now. I don't even know how to take advantage occasional nibbles if that's what it is. The whites of his eyes were completely red, and that is usually bad news, but he was fine.
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#4
Posted 11 February 2012 - 06:13 AM
"Where can a woman go when she's feeling low." --song lyric
#5
Posted 05 August 2012 - 03:16 AM
#6
Posted 03 September 2012 - 02:59 AM
How did I cross a line? In what world would his course of action have ended without some kind of rebuff? Hello?
#7
Posted 20 September 2012 - 05:39 PM
#8
Posted 21 September 2012 - 04:49 AM
Please don't critique, debate or make fun of posters on this thread. No advice. Thanks.
#9
Posted 21 September 2012 - 05:18 PM
#10
Posted 22 September 2012 - 04:27 AM
#11
Posted 22 September 2012 - 04:28 AM
Edited by Luminosity, 22 September 2012 - 05:02 AM.
#12
Posted 22 September 2012 - 05:02 AM
I got a Coke Zero which I never do. Lately I've been craving caffeine and chocolate. It's something to do with not sleeping through the night for a year and a half. Now I'm in the Apple store. I was going to stay away for the iPhone weekend but I didn't. There's plenty of space at the computers actually. The bouncer guy from the larger Apple store is here to control the iPhone purchasers. At the other store he makes you get off the computers after fifteen minutes. He greeted me cordially. Yeah, nice to see you too, Darth Vader.
Edited by Luminosity, 22 September 2012 - 05:06 AM.
#13
Posted 22 September 2012 - 06:03 AM
Edited by Luminosity, 22 September 2012 - 06:04 AM.
#14
Posted 09 October 2012 - 10:33 PM
#15
Posted 10 October 2012 - 02:53 AM
#16
Posted 11 November 2012 - 01:27 AM
#17
Posted 06 December 2012 - 08:52 AM
#18
Posted 09 December 2012 - 04:31 AM
#19
Posted 09 December 2012 - 09:25 PM
#20
Posted 12 December 2012 - 04:25 AM
http://www.longecity...minositys-blog/
Edited by Luminosity, 12 December 2012 - 04:27 AM.
#21
Posted 21 February 2013 - 06:44 AM
#22
Posted 03 March 2013 - 03:10 AM
Edited by Luminosity, 03 March 2013 - 03:12 AM.
#23
Posted 10 June 2013 - 02:52 AM
I was in a special place praying. Someone sat on a bench and started to pray. I heard a sack rustling and a soda can being opened. I heard chips being eaten. The person was combining praying with snacking. Snack praying.
#24
Posted 22 July 2013 - 04:49 AM
Then I was trying to inhabit my space, feeling as good as I can and I saw a notice of something--Bam--back to the joyless zone. Always a background of idiots ruining the environment. I HATE them. They suck. I should have been centered but I was of two minds driving downhill in the harsh white late afternoon sun (since when is it supposed to be like that?). I drove down to the big mall for my "me" day. I was furious and panicking. Writing letters in my mind, and faxes to idiots who don't listen to them. I drove into the big mall. Ordered salt and pepper shrimp and ate it mechanically, kind of angrily. They shorted me on the vegetables. The mall isn't as crowded today. Now I'm using a computer.
#25
Posted 02 August 2013 - 05:56 AM
I am sitting in a wheelchair in a bookstore reading about what's wrong with Obamacare. I look up to see a man about my age with black hair and a goatee. He is dressed in all black in the middle of the summer His clothes are a couple of sizes too big.
"It's good." I respond.
"Most of my friends are in chairs due to extreme sports." he says. " I'm the last survivor."
"What extreme sports?" I ask.
"Well, extreme sports, and . . . heroin. . . . I start every day at the coroner's office and I see who's there." His manner is that of a street counselor. The kind who appoint themselves to take care of other disenfranchised people. His voice has the cadence of sixties. I can almost hear a "man" at the end of each sentence. He says something I don't get about people smoking ice. Mercurially he switches to disclosing his age. "I'm pushing sixty."
"You don't look it." I reply, truthfully,
"This beard was white this morning." he says, pointing to his black goatee.
Subject changes issue out of thin air. Next he's onto the handcrafted necklace around his neck. Necklaces like that are made of materials gathered on the shore here. In the seventies they were popular with people who spent a lot of time at the beach. Fingering the necklace, he says, "This thing is worth more than my house." [Not sure he has a house] "When I go to [a rough area] in my black mustang, this keeps my car from getting taken apart."
"Cause they know you're from here?"
"Yeah. . . . How's your chair cause you got your feet taped up."
"It's personal." I say.
"I like your hair."
"It's . . . .um . . . I let it go. . . thanks." I mumble. [I have six inch undyed roots but I know what he means.]
"You got someone looking out for you?"
I laugh. "It's just me." I'm in a very nice mall in a nice part of town.
"You got to have someone lookin out for you, especially with the ____________ [bookstore] closing."
It is an hour before closing.
"I'm not worried about it." I respond.
I appreciate the solidarity. A lot of the time the other people in this neighborhood don't even seem to want me to pet their fluffy little dogs. I like this guy, but having a man I don't know escort me to my car doesn't seem like an improvement. Also, his judgement doesn't intersect with consensus reality as often as it could. He sees dangers where there are none. His thoughts follow a trail no one else can follow. He and his friends seem to be reeling from self-created dramas. An extremely industrious bookstore employee starts shelving books next to us. We part ways.
As MIB encounters go however, this one was better than usual.
To read more, go here: http://www.longecity.../cat-6-personal
Edited by Luminosity, 02 August 2013 - 05:58 AM.
#26
Posted 14 August 2013 - 05:23 AM
SPOKE TOO SOON. It's never a good day at the library. But it was for a while. I guess it's dinner time. You know what, I'm taking their pencil with me. Adios.
Edited by Luminosity, 14 August 2013 - 05:25 AM.
#27
Posted 31 August 2013 - 06:14 AM
#28
Posted 01 September 2013 - 06:24 AM
タテイスカンナニラセチトシハキクマノツサソヒコミたていす巣果敢なにら世知とし都市はきくまのつさそひひこここみみみみみも
Guess where I am?
In the Asian computer cafe. The owner is illegally smoking outside the back door and the smoke is in here. Ugh. Before that it smelled like fish. I hear the gambling machines in the front of the house. They sound sort of like music; sort of like eighties computer games. They keys on the white Samsung keyboard are loose like lose teeth . . . and I'm rolling.
#29
Posted 02 September 2013 - 02:14 AM
Now I'm here. I wolfed down my pizza because the sun was uncomfortable. The side of veggies were undercooked and somehow, that made me wolf them down too. I'm trying eat my food more slowly but this isn't helping.
Edited by Luminosity, 02 September 2013 - 02:16 AM.
#30
Posted 14 December 2013 - 06:23 AM
There must have been a dozen cases against the person I was researching in that courthouse. I was surprised to only get one and a half. Only an hour later I was back to my car and in the downtown traffic and one way streets. I parked in a garage. I have to say the building the garage was in was beautiful, with a courtyard with a fountain. I walked across the street the the lower Courthouse. As I passed a bus stop everyone was staring at me because I might have looked sort of homelessy and/or what I was wearing didn't hide my assets very well. It was disconcerting. It was like they wanted to look but they didn't want to see, and the women had narrowed eyes like I was vermin. Maybe the old backpack on wheels I was dragging behind me didn't help. That thing got whipped around within an inch of its life. I thought it was Friday and I had two hours to do some legal research. (Actually it was Thursday, explains why everyone was relatively good-tempered and the traffic didn't suck that much.) I didn't get that reaction earlier that day. I guess it was that particular area of downtown is getting closer to where they have homeless people and prostitutes. Anyway, I went through their eye gauntlet and got to the lower Courthouse. Once again, if you needed the ramp you had a much longer walk. I went through the metal detector (for the second time that day). I asked the Samoan guard where the records were. She said, "Third floor." She didn't seem to think anything of me, but there's all kinds of people in that Courthouse.
At the third floor, it was typical of this place. You just had to stumble around to find what you wanted. I went up to the likely counter. It wasn't the right place. A homelessly-looking man snapped at me for talking to the clerk. He was apparently wanting to fill our a restraining order and I was interrupting. I went to the next counter. It was the right one, not that you could tell. I asked the clerk how I could get case files. I said, "I have the case numbers." He informed me that it would take a week to get them because they were short-staffed. I'd have to fill out a form. I've never heard of it taking a week to get case files. Typically, the form really had no place to request case files. The clerk also informed me that before 2001 there were no case files, only final verdicts. The Chief Judge of our area just decided to wipe out all the court files before that, which all the information therein, not to mention the history. Whoa. I was staggered. Decades before I had spent many happy hours perusing those files when I was a freelance reporter. There was so much there, on the manila card files in their wooden drawers and the manila dockets. You didn't even always need the case files. I accidentally found out half my friends had almost been evicted. At the time I could just go up to the file drawers and get the stuff. Those days are gone. The information age isn't better for these sources. Wow. I spent some time in the courtyard near the fountain, then got in my car and went home. It was 4:08. It seems like time had speeded up because I was able to get so much done is such a short time. It was a trip. I went to my pool and swam. My hips hurt because of the walking.
I felt regret because I could have gone into the back door of the first courthouse, if I knew, and saved the extra walking. I thought that was a staff-only door but they somehow found a way to put a metal detector in the narrow hallway. And then I went to the second Courthouse for no reason. I had no idea they would ever take a week to get you a file.
I did everything I could. It was remarkable that I could get to two Courthouses after 2:00 p.m. on Friday (or Thursday.) I was proud of myself. I rock.
Edited by Luminosity, 14 December 2013 - 06:28 AM.
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