<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039</id><updated>2012-01-23T15:16:21.036-05:00</updated><category term='Phases of the Moon'/><category term='Music Reviews'/><category term='Crashed Landed in my Inbox from Sp*cE'/><category term='Short Stories'/><category term='From Dictator&apos;s Exes'/><category term='False Promises'/><category term='Excerpts from This Is All I Can Think Of'/><category term='Shit Nobody Really Likes All That Much'/><category term='Badspam Infotainment'/><category term='Sad Slogans'/><category term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category term='Verse in Jest'/><category term='Rugged Sales Calls'/><category term='Received Wisdom'/><category term='The History of Man as Explained in the Doors &quot;Soft Parade&quot;'/><category term='Keepsakes'/><category term='Misdirected Fan Mail'/><title type='text'>Snack Car</title><subtitle type='html'>Same Management, Larger Portion Sizes

Season's Special: Long Rambling Nonsense</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-4316747756158698309</id><published>2010-06-15T09:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:17:17.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEEK 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Directions To See A Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Black Angels taken as it was from the Velvet Underground conjures a certain kind of negation of spirituality. They are not a band you dance to or clean up after your cat to or make love to your significant other to. We’re given directions to see a ghost and they lead us down a cavernous labyrinth of blind alleys across whose twists and turns we’re reminded of how fuzzy guitars and authoritative beats spell doom for other sounds. You listen to the Black Angels with the same attentive dread as you do a tin cup preacher, the difference is one’s noise warns of the apocalypse while the other refreshes us with the promise of change. GRADE: A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B.R.M.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Rebel Motorcycle Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rémoulade of blues funk power pop cooked down to a sludgy ooze. BRMC proves to be as essential as the primordial slime from which all music and life springs and no less organic. Listen to it at maximum volume to scare kids and old people alike. GRADE: B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCD Soundsystem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes music will come along and so perfectly speak to us that it is difficult to express properly exactly how it makes us feel. Is it enough to say that one finds in the music a kind of metronome for the soul? Maybe. Maybe not. The highest compliment I can think to give that which those who are unimaginative enough to be paid to label things call 'dance music' makes us want to move for the most obvious and sublime of reasons. Though our feet move long in advance of us understanding why. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Happening&lt;/span&gt; is full of reasons to dance and the simple edict as if echoing in the beat belies a fantastic complexity that makes one want to listen to it again and again. Just ask my downstairs neighbors. I have heavy feet. GRADE:A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-4316747756158698309?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/4316747756158698309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=4316747756158698309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4316747756158698309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4316747756158698309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-4-directions-to-see-ghost-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-6540888010084043871</id><published>2010-05-27T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:43:54.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Reviews'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEEK 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Said It Was Easy&lt;br /&gt;The Four Horsemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listened to this one for the first time in more than a decade. I remembered thinking only the first two songs were good. Now I see I was wrong. GRADE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelor&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garage chamber music from outer space? Pacha's last cowboy DJ on mescaline? I'm not sure how to describe Patrick Wolfe, except to say his music takes you on a tour of a world that would be better never to exist but only because flesh is weak and we are all the heroes if only in his dreams. Easily one of '09's best records (I know it was a pretty dire year). GRADE: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preliminaires&lt;br /&gt;Iggy Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I found this strange piece of work, combining as it does two of my favorite humans (the Ig and Houellebecq) an irresistible curiosity at first. On subsequent listens, I've been enchanted by its subtle beats as well as Iggy's well rehearsed French phrasing. The songs melt together into a jazzy river of unfilled dreams. The album somehow manages to capture the ennui of the expat American arriving in the left bank only to realize he is decades too late and that Paris is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't compare with the stooges but stands alone. Fish Tank, if that is his real name, owes me a pint in Boston. GRADE:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim&lt;br /&gt;Caribou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving from 60's psychedelic pop to 70's psychedelic funk, Caribou has made yet another album that I will listen to again and again. I suspect it will not fail to improve my mood each time I do so. There is something in this approach to music that calls to my soul. Sure, much of it is electronic but it manages to sound more organic&lt;br /&gt;by way of the ENIAC as designed by Leonardo's dreams. Dance the dance of the cosmos to this one, it is the soundtrack we'd all like our lives to live up to. GRADE:A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-6540888010084043871?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/6540888010084043871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=6540888010084043871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6540888010084043871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6540888010084043871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-3-nobody-said-it-was-easy-four.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-47791153064438589</id><published>2010-05-10T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:45:05.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Reviews'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEEK 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Straight To Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighter than punk, heavier than garage the unfortunately (or perhaps inspirationally) named Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments offer the kind of full frontal straight ahead rock that sounds more melodic and controlled than it has any right to be. The guitars often sound as though they are being played by a cheese grater rather than a pick. There is as much steel as skin in the percussion and the bass spends most of its time trying to keep up. The lyrics (as embodied by "Outside My Scene") both celebrate and lament the life of the drunken bar band. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Straight to Video&lt;/span&gt; represents a kind of joyous bacchanal held during the dark night of a lost soul where anything is possible but we’re not disappointed when only rock happens. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GRADE: B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This Nation's Saving Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved stretching out in my parent's basement and so apparently does Mark E. Though the basement where he recorded &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This Nation's Saving Grace&lt;/span&gt; sounds as though it is located beneath Vivian Westwood's OBGYN practice and above a 18th century smithy's hut. Punk doesn't disappear on this album so much as grow from the angry growl of the band's 70's work to a more impressionistic growl that portends the electronics and sonic layering they would increasingly adopt to redoubtable ends in the coming years.  . &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GRADE: A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Through The Windowpane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guillemots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays great on a ride through the heart of Manhattan. As I learned when my now wife, then girlfriend took our first trip together. I was amazed at her boldness, demanding that we drive all the way to our midtown hotel. So this review will be colored in the best way, as all music we share with lovers is, unless of course they leave us.&lt;br /&gt;Avant-pop seems like a fair label if only because back in the day in a church somewhere near, say Cologne someone said the same thing about Bach. That's right I'm comparing this to Bach.  &lt;br /&gt;"Redwings" is the highlight here, balancing as it does harmony and emotion; those exquisite layers of gossamer. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GRADE: A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They Live On The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Cult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These clouds float by looking all too familiar. Fuzz, beeps, blips and whole lotta meh. Listeners are better advised to listen to the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Clouds Taste Metallic&lt;/span&gt; by The Flaming Lips. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GRADE: D+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-47791153064438589?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/47791153064438589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=47791153064438589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/47791153064438589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/47791153064438589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-2-straight-to-video-thomas.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-7255575341793898460</id><published>2010-04-30T09:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:48:31.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Reviews'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weekly 4 Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week One 5/1/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;br /&gt;MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the fact that this album makes me wonder what a psychedelic Carol King record would sound like a good thing? Maybe. I read an interview with these boys in RS a while back in which they claimed to be getting wrecked on drugs because they were living like rock stars ironically. Have we reached the point in society where irony can be traded as cheaply as its made? Maybe. Does the fact that one can hear the bones of Muzak in almost every track mean there is something cloyingly artificial going on here? Maybe. Will I change my rating after my wife gets a copy of this and I listen to it a few hundred times driving around the north shore this summer? Maybe. Will my rating go up or down? Maybe. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GRADE: C-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Here Lies Love&lt;br /&gt;Fatboy Slim, David Byrne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like its heroine's shoe closet, the album contains too much variety to please every set of ears (or feet for that matter, though long stretches are agreeable danceable in a NYC 70's disco kind of way, meaning it is easy to imagine white people gormlessly shuffling their feet). Unfortunately, the one constant is a kind of schmaltzy, musical theater execution. A team of extraordinary voices has been gathered to sing about a subject that not one sounds overly passionate about.  Still, there is enough charm here, enough Byrneian love of rhythm and harmony to warrant a listen. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GRADE:C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Volume Two&lt;br /&gt;She &amp; Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangover music occupies a quite necessary niche in the life of a drinker. I should know I am one. With &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vol. 2, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She and Him&lt;/span&gt; have concocted a collection of songs to soothe one's aching mind as he contemplates whether or not he's going to be able to keep his eggs down, after a night of living like Ike Turner or at least Jamie Turner.  "Me and You" is the real stand out track. It mixes dust bowl gospel chanting with dreamy, western Burt Bacharach like orchestration. This album steels one for the long day of recovery ahead. And yes junior, I'll have that coffee now. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GRADE: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Born Again Revisited&lt;br /&gt;Times New Viking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low-fi like it was recorded under several blankets that smell of patchouli, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Times New Viking&lt;/span&gt; is certainly the best band ever to be named after a made up font. Organs buzz and crawl over jagged guitar lines, the vocals are more like echoes heard from the near distance, and yet it all manages to sound urgent and finished. A sheen of rough-hewn beauty creeps through on nearly every song.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GRADE: B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-7255575341793898460?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/7255575341793898460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=7255575341793898460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/7255575341793898460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/7255575341793898460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekly-4-pack-week-one-5110.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-4422140939435745221</id><published>2009-01-31T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:04:56.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The History of Man as Explained in the Doors &quot;Soft Parade&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How The Album "The Soft Parade" by the Doors Explains The Entire History of Mankind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Two: Historical Turning Points, Barack Obama and "Shaman's Blues"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, with inauguration day not long past, I want to address the serious subject of the Obama Presidency through my preferred prism, the lyrics of the late Jim Morrison. Could he see the future? Was there some cracked wisdom to his chemically aided pronouncements? It is safe to view him as a modern day Socrates imbibing Michelob hemlock? The answer to all of these questions is an urgent yes. As proof, I humbly offer "Shaman's Blues."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is urgent from the outset, befitting for a song filled with such portent. The beat is as steady and constant as the persistent march of time. Manzerek's organ alternately wails and hums while Krieger's guitar always threatens to shoot off in some new direction before riffing back to the beat in a satisfying series of ripples. Then Morrison, ever the drunken master, peps up to deliver an almost breathless stream of words which may have told more than even the master had foreseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will never be another one like you.&lt;br /&gt;There will never be another one&lt;br /&gt;Who can do the things you do, oh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama is and will forever be the first African American President in the history of the US. It is important to keep in mind that the political machine he built was a mixture of the old and the new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you give another chance?&lt;br /&gt;Will you try, little try?&lt;br /&gt;Please stop and you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;We were together, anyway… All right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet which had been to that point a crude tool in the marshaling of a campaign became central to his campaign. What was interesting was the way the Obama team used the Internet to bring together Democrats of every kind and stripe to function as foot soldiers in their local communities. They indeed gave old politics another chance by combining the kind of door to door glad handing with the massive electronic reach of the information super highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you have a certain evening&lt;br /&gt;You could lend to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all right back to you.&lt;br /&gt;Know how it has to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your moves and your mind,&lt;br /&gt;And your mind, and your mind,&lt;br /&gt;And your mind, and your mind,&lt;br /&gt;And your mind, and you're mine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his 1995 book &lt;em&gt;Dreams of My Father&lt;/em&gt; President Obama seems to answer Jim. "With our eyes closed, we uttered the same words, but in our hearts we each prayed to our own masters; we each remained locked in our own memories; we all clung to our own foolish magic." It is as if the "certain evening" is the closing of ones eyes and simply speaking one's mind is all we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you stop to think and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Just what you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Out on the trainyard nursing penitentiary?&lt;br /&gt;It's gone, I cry out long.&lt;br /&gt;Play it, brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama again in Dreams of my father: "maybe once you stripped away the rationalizations, it always came down to a simple matter of escape." &lt;br /&gt;So yeah Wikipedia is not always the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you stop it to consider how it will feel,&lt;br /&gt;Cold grindin' grizzly bear jaws hot on your heels?&lt;br /&gt;Do you often stop and whisper in Saturday's shore&lt;br /&gt;"The whole world's a Savior?"&lt;br /&gt;Who could ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever ask for more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this quote from his inaugural address needs no further explanation as to how it helps to answer even explain what Jim was trying to tell us. "Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many.&lt;br /&gt;They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met." Kind of chills up a spine, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Will you stop, will you stop the pain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we turn to our President's Inaugural Address. He answers Jim it not directly then in at least in a hopeful yet oblique manner. "Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there will never be another one like you.&lt;br /&gt;There will never be another one&lt;br /&gt;Who can do the things you do, oh!&lt;br /&gt;Will you give another chance?&lt;br /&gt;Will you try a little try?&lt;br /&gt;Please stop and you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;We were together, anyway… All right!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Transparency and the rule of law will be the touchstones of this presidency." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you must of think and wondered,&lt;br /&gt;How I must feel&lt;br /&gt;Out on the meadows&lt;br /&gt;While you're on the field?&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone for you, and I cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again from &lt;em&gt;Dreams of My Father&lt;/em&gt;:"Was the collaboration of some slaves any different than the silence of some Iranians who stood by and did nothing as Savak thugs murdered and tortured opponents of the Shah? How could we judge other men until we had stood in their shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's sweatin', look at him…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually President Obama keeps it pretty cool. It's really his touchstone. The man doesn't let much get to him and believe me that is hard because ignorance and violence go together in this country like the Anglos and the Saxons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Optical promise…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's easy coming up with this shit? Okay Jim, optical promise. Now can we get back to future President Obama? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Heh, heh, heh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he meant to say optimal pilsner? That would be more like Jim. That's a Jim, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be dead and in hell before I'm born…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm going with optimal pilsner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure thing…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridesmaid…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only solution —&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Jim for you to have predicted and engaged in one of your imitable Q &amp; A's with our future president is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-4422140939435745221?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/4422140939435745221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=4422140939435745221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4422140939435745221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4422140939435745221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/08/part-two-historical-turning-points.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-5592100654914326062</id><published>2009-01-23T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:59:14.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Reports from the Civilian Crossing Guard Committee”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When they stumbled on a way to really take back the streets&lt;br /&gt;both Brian and Dave had been drinking, heavily for most of the afternoon. It was one of those sessions that began as a simple stop off on their way some place and turned into a full bore think tank collaborative, their final destination long forgotten. Both drank lager, many, many pints of lager as is usually the case for men with a big hunger and thirst for life.&lt;br /&gt; They had decided collectively after the third or fourth pitcher had been drained that their lives were wholly without purpose or meaning. It was something they uncovered accidently and without realizing the magnitude of their discovery. It wasn’t as though each began to beat his chest and bemoan the state of his life with sad, string-based orchestral music playing in the background and faraway looks in their eyes. Each was unemployed and therefore without a daily purpose in the typical cog in the faceless machine sense. Also, neither was particularly desirous of getting a job (both were more than sufficiently suspicious of the capitalist system or at least the part of it that deemed they be productive members of society) they decided that their search for meaning would have to be conducted outside the doors of polite society. There was little for them in the offices and cubicles of the rest of the working world, this was something they knew without ever having to go to an office or even see a cubicle. It wasn’t like they talked about meaning and purpose, per say. They just decided that they could do more for their city and their fellow men than they had been doing so far in their lives. Since neither had a car and viewed the car with the same kind jaundiced eye with which they examined the rest of the capitalist system, it seemed only natural that they figure out a way to mitigate the automobile’s influence on the lives of their fellow citizens. &lt;br /&gt; More pitchers were drained. Plans expanded and expounded upon. A round of pool was played, passably, though neither was much good at it. A game of darts was begun and abandoned without a satisfactory conclusion. Discussions grew animated and acrimonious which was odd as Dave and Brian were in general agreement about what to do. The how to do it was what generated the hottest of these heated discussions. By the end of the night, both were feeling bloated, bleary eyes and quite creased when the bartender, after being subjected to their planning for more than nine hours, suggested they keep a running diary of their encounters with discourteous motorists. Neither Dave nor Brian was in any shape to argue with the man. He even offered to post some of the diary entries on a bulletin board in the bar to warn fellow pedestrians. Truthfully, the bartender was just trying to get them to shut up and never thought they’d remember his promise.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Wednesday, June 21st 9:30 PM (approx.), corner of Lex and S.Hunnigton: Brian writes that he is nearly run over by a Buick as he stops traffic coming W, it allows two females to cross unharmed, driver calls Brian “fucktard.”&lt;br /&gt;  Wednesday, June 21st 10:04 PM, cross walk on 400 block of LaFrene: Dave reports many horns honking as he stops traffic for two females and one male, male reportedly calls Dave “chief” and thanks him, the females ignore him completely.&lt;br /&gt;  Wednesday, June 21st 11:38 PM, cross walk outside of Lane’s Lounge @ 1st and Crumm: Dave helps two male patrons across by stopping N bound traffic.&lt;br /&gt;  Wednesday, June 21st 11:45 PM (approx.) corner of Villane and S.Hunnington: Brian holds ‘walk’ button for five consecutive minutes (approx.) light does not change, he proceeds to try and open up electric panel on light post, Brian reports feeling light shock move up his arm. He leaves half burnt screwdriver at the scene.&lt;br /&gt;  Wednesday, June 21st 11:48 PM, crosswalk outside Lane’s Lounge @ 1st and Crumm: Dave reports low traffic volume, continues to inspect traffic for another 5-7 minutes on his official cigarette break. &lt;br /&gt;  Wednesday, June 21st 11:59 PM, crosswalk outside Lane’s Lounge @ 1st and Crumm: Dave stops both N and S traffic allowing male pedestrian to cross the street, male pedestrian turns out to be Brian who reports that his watch is broken.&lt;br /&gt;  Thursday, June 22nd 12:03 AM: Operations officially cease for the day.&lt;br /&gt;  Thursday, June 22nd 8:15 AM (approx.) corner of Lex and Wilson: Brian stops heavy traffic from both W and E so two elderly females can cross, blaring horns and several middle fingers were reported as responses.&lt;br /&gt; Thursday, June 22nd 8:30 AM (approx.) corner of Lex and Wilson:&lt;br /&gt;Brian stops traffic from both W and E so that a male on a bike can cross, a police car was among the stopped cars coming from the W, one of the officers asked Brian if he had a “job.”&lt;br /&gt;  Thursday, June 22nd 9 AM (approx.) corner of Lex and Wilson:&lt;br /&gt;Brian reports being hassled about his sash and plastic badge by a couple of neighborhood kids, they refer to him as a “fucktard.”&lt;br /&gt; Thursday, June 22nd 9:11 (approx.) 121 Wilson St: Brian reports finding lost watch in lost and found box at Java Joe’s. He considers it similar enough to his to keep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-5592100654914326062?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/5592100654914326062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=5592100654914326062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5592100654914326062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5592100654914326062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2009/01/reports-from-civilian-crossing-guard.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-3604901456540567004</id><published>2008-08-21T15:13:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:37:47.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The History of Man as Explained in the Doors &quot;Soft Parade&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How The Album "The Soft Parade" by the Doors Explains The Entire History of Mankind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This long neglected and admittedly flawed masterpiece by the Doors is one of my favorite albums of all time. True, it does contain &lt;em&gt;Runnin' Blues&lt;/em&gt; featuring the unfortunate vocal stylings of one Mr. Robbie Krieger but hey the Doors put out a lot of albums in a short time; the occasional embarrassing mistake can be overlooked. The album also features some of the finest examples of what can best be called "Drunken Karaoke Jim Morrison" as well as the always competent back beat of John Densmore and enough keyboard work from Ray Manzarek to make you almost forget he thinks the entire concept of the sixties danced across his keyboard exclusively. Clocking in at a little over thirty minutes, it may appear at first to be a meager slice. But dig more deeply into the amplified weirdness, the use of brass instruments and lyrics that are somehow wistful and nihilistic at the same time and you will find a singular work of art one who's beauty is incomplete making it ripe for further examination. "The Soft Parade" is a coded message. A note on a scroll rolled up, placed in a bottle and allowed to drift across the decades.Reflected through the prism of its singularity, it might be possible to achieve a greater understanding of the universe and man's place in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we try together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part One: Man Attempts to Conquer Nature (The Soft Parade)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title track begins with Morrison shouting. His whiskey caked voice full of despair. He decries the distance at which God operates. There is no music yet, just one insignificant soul crying out in the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I was back there in seminary school&lt;br /&gt;There was a person there&lt;br /&gt;Who put forth the proposition&lt;br /&gt;That you can petition the Lord with prayer…&lt;br /&gt;Petition the Lord with prayer…&lt;br /&gt;Petition the Lord with prayer…&lt;br /&gt;You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives way to a haunting dose of clavichord tinged chamber music transporting the listener back in time. Morrison's lyrics take us back even further to our primitive ancestor's quest for shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you give me sanctuary?&lt;br /&gt;I must find a place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;A place for me to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Can you find me soft asylum?&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it anymore&lt;br /&gt;The Man is at the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings an abrupt change to the music indicating perhaps that no sooner had sanctuary been found then it was shattered. In this case, The Man may embody progress as the organ sound morphs from gentle clavichord to a more loungish Wurlitzer sound. And Caveman Morrison finds himself assaulted by the suddenness of the modern world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy,&lt;br /&gt;Champion sax and a girl named Sandy&lt;br /&gt;There's only four ways to get unraveled —&lt;br /&gt;One is to sleep and the other is travel at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;One is a bandit up in the hills,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to lighten the proceedings, Morrison makes a crude joke that leaves one to wonder how much bigger a star a pansexual Jim Morrison might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One is to love your neighbor till&lt;br /&gt;His wife gets home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again led by Manzarek's organ, the tone shifts becoming playful, delicate, even a little silly. The lyrics take us once more from the primitive shelter of the caves to the modern streets of LA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catacombs,&lt;br /&gt;Nursery bones,&lt;br /&gt;Winter women&lt;br /&gt;Growing stones,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying babies&lt;br /&gt;To the river;&lt;br /&gt;Streets and shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Avenues,&lt;br /&gt;Leather riders&lt;br /&gt;Selling news,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads us to the combining of the mundane and the spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The monk bought Lunch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With real vigor and determination music begins to build and funk itself in new directions. The monk, by buying lunch, has proven that man's spiritual quest need take him no further than a taco stand on South La Brea Avenue. Now through the magic of Paul Rothchild's producing, we encounter three distinct Morrison's: Caveman Morrison, Jim Morrison and Acid Causality Morrison. They act as a Greek chorus while the music is building and in their confused utterances, we see man's confusion as he confronts the ineffable conditions imposed by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He he he, he bought a little.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he did&lt;br /&gt;Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best part of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;This is the trip, the best part&lt;br /&gt;I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd he say?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good, huh&lt;br /&gt;Huh!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the music begins to even out and relax itself into quite a palatable groove, the logic behind the lyrics also suggests relaxation or at least acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Successful hills are here to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Everything must be this way.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle streets where people play,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Soft Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our lives we sweat and save,&lt;br /&gt;Building for a shallow grave.&lt;br /&gt;“Must be something else”, we say&lt;br /&gt;“Somehow to defend this place.”&lt;br /&gt;Everything must be this way,&lt;br /&gt;Everything must be this way, yeah. Aah, yeah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a slight listing tonal shift, it begins to change direction again but more slowly, less suddenly than before. The lyrics also begin to slide as the mechanized and natural world meet, it becomes clear that we all march in "The Soft Parade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Soft Parade has now begun&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the engines hum.&lt;br /&gt;People out to have some fun,&lt;br /&gt;Cobra on my left,&lt;br /&gt;Leopard on my right, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer woman in a silk dress,&lt;br /&gt;Girls with beads around their necks,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the hunter of the green vest&lt;br /&gt;Who has wrestled before&lt;br /&gt;With lions in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight!&lt;br /&gt;The lights are getting brighter,&lt;br /&gt;The radio is moaning,&lt;br /&gt;Calling to the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;There are still a few animals&lt;br /&gt;Left out in the yard,&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting harder&lt;br /&gt;To describe sailors&lt;br /&gt;To the underfed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those three Morrison's return as the song winds down. They argue about man's place in nature but seem content not to learn the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tropic corridor,&lt;br /&gt;Tropic treasure,&lt;br /&gt;What got us this far,&lt;br /&gt;To this mild equator?&lt;br /&gt;We need someone or something new,&lt;br /&gt;Something else to get us through, yeah. C'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callin' on the dogs,&lt;br /&gt;Callin' on the dogs,&lt;br /&gt;But it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs,&lt;br /&gt;Callin' in the dogs,&lt;br /&gt;Callin' on the dogs,&lt;br /&gt;Callin' on the gods.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta&lt;br /&gt;Meet me Too late, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Shoot a few animals аt the crossroads Too late!&lt;br /&gt;let out in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting harder Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta meet me You’ve done great, hey!&lt;br /&gt;at the edge of town, Having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;You’d better come along&lt;br /&gt;outskirts of the city Let’s fun!&lt;br /&gt;Just you and I&lt;br /&gt;and the evening sky. We are so alone.&lt;br /&gt;Better bring your gun You’d better come along.&lt;br /&gt;You’d better bring your gun.&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna have some fun! &lt;br /&gt;Tropic corridor&lt;br /&gt;Tropic treasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the music fades, one whispered voice suggests that man can only conquer nature one beast at a time. It is hardly a solution but like an philosophical quest, there are only questions and compromises never real solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When all else fails,&lt;br /&gt;We can whip the horse's&lt;br /&gt;Eyes and make them sleep&lt;br /&gt;and cry.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-3604901456540567004?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/3604901456540567004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=3604901456540567004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3604901456540567004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3604901456540567004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-album-soft-parade-by-doors-explains.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-3571350671253178007</id><published>2008-07-17T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:38:04.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keepsakes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innumerable Sightings of Edwards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before contact with Egypt&lt;br /&gt;she had no idea she was a surrealist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrift in an era of fading tradition and increasing lawlessness&lt;br /&gt;watching as a chance heckle or slip of the tongue inflates into a full-blown nonsense fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she posed women poised against the sky with their children,&lt;br /&gt;women planted like trees in the mother earth,&lt;br /&gt;raggle-taggle families of tinkers and wanderers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had had nightmares about their conflicts for many years&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All of these are just objects now, dead, encased&lt;br /&gt;as ancient as the decaying sand faces of the rulers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, innumerable sightings of Edwards &lt;br /&gt;have proved to be thoroughly and tastefully unfounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before working in a mental hospital, he photographed incoming patients&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be further from his grim, grey 1933 mural&lt;br /&gt;transposed to a world of strong light, intense color and heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home in Lincolnshire and he played a slow, mournful tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things looked bleak, the old man's changes gave her no hope&lt;br /&gt;basking in the tide of international goodwill, she can’t say why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hangover from their days in religious meeting house&lt;br /&gt;other women and other women's children behaved in cruel ways&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The outcome of this process presented a clear choice&lt;br /&gt;amalgamated with its similarly struggling rival, the Playhouse &lt;br /&gt;a literary policy was put in place with mysticism and its connection with the very soil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only one who can lay undoubted claim to the life and times of the composer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or interpreted to shore it up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-3571350671253178007?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/3571350671253178007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=3571350671253178007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3571350671253178007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3571350671253178007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/07/innumerable-sightings-of-edwards-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-9012196080921216590</id><published>2008-06-27T15:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:27:24.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit Nobody Really Likes All That Much'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;new to Snackcar, first in a series called &lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Shit Nobody Really Likes All That Much"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITEM#1 THE CLASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found myself browsing through a book of CD’s burned for me by various friends the other day and noted that I had accumulated no less than 3 copies of the rumored classic London Calling by the Clash, aka “the only band that matters.” Why 3 copies? Because I’ve developed the admittedly foolish habit of letting it slip in mixed (and often mastered company) that I really don’t like The Clash. This is met with what can only be called flaming incredulity. They hiss, they jibe, they stomp. I am assailed with inquiries into my sanity, my taste level, my intelligence, even, rather unkindly, the circumstances surrounding my birth. Somehow, I withstand the assault and calmly state that I am not, in fact, a crazy mongoloid bastard. I simply find their music a touch boring. And then I prepare for the usual, ‘you have to listen to London Calling.’ When I again state that I have tried to listen but that it just didn’t touch me, they force a copy into my hands. So I go home and try again with the same result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I’ve let my friends down, disappointed them with my inability to force myself into a state of blissful admiration for music that fails to hold my ear. Those friends, those self-avowed, if I may coin a phrase, had expanded my rather meager range and turned me on to all of the bands guys who aren’t getting regular sex have the time to check out. For me, it’s a bit of Top 40 radio after a good session of the ole slap and tickle but that’s a story for another time. One day as I tried for the sixth or seventh time not to fast forward through “Jimmy Jazz” or “Hateful” it occurred to me, I’d listened to hundreds of hours of music with these chaps and never once did we listen to The Clash. Even when they rose to meet my challenge by burning a CD, they didn’t rush to the stereo to put the album on, as they had done with other bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that no one really listens to the Clash? No, I told myself, you’re mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like a good social scientist, I began to ask everyone who I met and spoke with at all about music about the Clash. Again and again, I was told they were great, stupendous, “the only band that matters.” When I inquired after their listening habits regarding the band, the Clasholytes (is it catching on yet?) were much more evasive. Answers ranged from ‘not for awhile but I used to listen to them all the time in high school’ (poor lying bastard, ever notice how much stuff people claim they used to do in high school as a way of explaining their refusal to do something in the present?) to the deliciously vague ‘a couple of months ago.’ No one it seemed had just listened to them in the car on the ride over to wherever we were or had spent all last night listening to The Clash as they bathed in patchouli or had partied with all of their Clash friends at an all night Clashfest anytime in the recent past. And I surveyed people far and wide, though truth be told I don’t know too many old timey punk rockers so I may have missed the proper demographic entirely. (Who wants to hang around with a punch of tattooed delusionals anyway?) Still, it’s odd. I invite you to try it on your music friends. Ask them if they like the Clash. I’m guessing they’ll say yes. Then ask them when was the last time they listened to the Clash. If my study is any indication, their answers will be as vague as the band’s appeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-9012196080921216590?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/9012196080921216590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=9012196080921216590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/9012196080921216590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/9012196080921216590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-to-snackcar-first-in-serise-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-9170036082046618410</id><published>2008-06-17T14:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:51:34.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keepsakes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Odd to be back here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 hours stuck in traffic&lt;br /&gt; where the refugees could face death&lt;br /&gt;inside the compound&lt;br /&gt;A California couple has created a mini-savannah—replete with zebras, giraffes, cheetahs, and other African animals&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the father who murdered his mother skipped school on Tuesday, &lt;br /&gt;spoke on condition of anonymity&lt;br /&gt;his words echoed eternally in the famous war photo&lt;br /&gt;of the soldier who decoded the coffee bean’s genes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;societies are trying to arrange housing for thousands &lt;br /&gt;in the port city &lt;br /&gt; a sea change in the apparent industry&lt;br /&gt;driven by a return of investor appetite&lt;br /&gt;united their families' different faiths&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;their slaves are adjusting to life &lt;br /&gt;described as doing well today, breathing on their own as they recovers from an operation to unite&lt;br /&gt;indigenous communities along the jungle river&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;the mother sells their artwork to fund continued school programs for the youngsters&lt;br /&gt;The plan is not without controversy, as some locals claim she is only selling her own &lt;br /&gt;photos of sights around the city &lt;br /&gt;that zoom in on patients' eyes and bellies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Odd to be back here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-9170036082046618410?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/9170036082046618410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=9170036082046618410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/9170036082046618410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/9170036082046618410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/06/odd-to-be-back-here-54-hours-stuck-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8584869561969304429</id><published>2008-05-01T12:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:38:56.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excerpts from This Is All I Can Think Of'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Newport Preservation Society&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the frosted electric light bulb,&lt;br /&gt;lone decoration on a Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;a trailer truck east of New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;heard about the place from acquaintances who grew up in the neighborhood &lt;br /&gt;officials of the agency who are in a position&lt;br /&gt;to rededicate themselves in Creole&lt;br /&gt;developing natural language, &lt;br /&gt;the rules for communications paid off for even those who couldn’t follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this in the middle of a heat wave &lt;br /&gt;there were from time to time, instances in which the modem would lose itself&lt;br /&gt;Baghdad in April showed at bottom the potential for class unity &lt;br /&gt;Be sure to understand what resolution to meet your needs &lt;br /&gt;live music and outlandish cocktails at this trendy nightspot high atop&lt;br /&gt;a light-filled space from where visitors can orient themselves&lt;br /&gt;generally better than the original Newport Preservation Society&lt;br /&gt;they could have memorable pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8584869561969304429?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8584869561969304429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8584869561969304429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8584869561969304429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8584869561969304429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/05/newport-preservation-society-by-jason.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-1667175165814950064</id><published>2008-05-01T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:32:03.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Slogans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I SLEPT JUST LATE ENOUGH TO MISS THE FOG BUT NOT THE MOON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-1667175165814950064?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/1667175165814950064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=1667175165814950064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/1667175165814950064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/1667175165814950064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-slept-just-late-enough-to-miss-fog.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-4854971785691449623</id><published>2008-04-28T13:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:15:13.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Slogans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I complain too much about things that don't affect me and too little about things that do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-4854971785691449623?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/4854971785691449623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=4854971785691449623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4854971785691449623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4854971785691449623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-complain-too-much-about-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-7102530955046375459</id><published>2008-04-07T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:31:41.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Slogans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I JUDGE PEOPLE BY THEIR POLITICAL VIEWS WITHOUT LIVING UP TO MY OWN CONVICTIONS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-7102530955046375459?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/7102530955046375459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=7102530955046375459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/7102530955046375459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/7102530955046375459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-judge-people-by-their-political-views.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-6539209563258999438</id><published>2008-04-02T10:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:20:24.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Slogans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE BANDS THAT SEEM COOL IN INTERVIEWS BECAUSE I REALLY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MUSIC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-6539209563258999438?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/6539209563258999438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=6539209563258999438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6539209563258999438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6539209563258999438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-like-bands-that-seem-cool-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8940892416183345789</id><published>2008-04-01T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:05:20.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I AM OFTEN IRONIC AND FLIP TO MASK MY INSECURITIES ABOUT MY INADEQUATE INTELLECT&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8940892416183345789?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8940892416183345789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8940892416183345789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8940892416183345789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8940892416183345789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-often-ironic-and-flip-to-mask-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-6114098976455323301</id><published>2008-04-01T09:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:34:46.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Slogans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I DIFFERENTIATE MYSELF FROM THE MASSES WITH MY IDIOSYNCRATIC SHOPPING HABITS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-6114098976455323301?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/6114098976455323301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=6114098976455323301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6114098976455323301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6114098976455323301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-differentiate-myself-from-masses-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-601189207390349013</id><published>2008-03-31T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:52:56.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Slogans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I E-MAILED MYSELF A DIRTY SELF PORTRAIT&lt;br /&gt;NOW I FEEL ASHAMED OF MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-601189207390349013?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/601189207390349013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=601189207390349013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/601189207390349013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/601189207390349013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-e-mailed-myself-dirty-self-portrait.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8561009255629916438</id><published>2008-03-31T16:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:50:22.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Slogans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM WAITING FOR SOMEONE COOL TO TELL ME WHAT TO THINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8561009255629916438?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8561009255629916438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8561009255629916438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8561009255629916438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8561009255629916438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-waiting-for-someone-cool-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-5743517617903608169</id><published>2007-12-19T11:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:06:48.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugged Sales Calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you wish upon a desert star&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference who you scar&lt;br /&gt;Everything your heart desires&lt;br /&gt;Will stoke the men tending evil fires&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-5743517617903608169?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/5743517617903608169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=5743517617903608169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5743517617903608169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5743517617903608169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/12/alghanim-sons-loan-funds-2007-series_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-9060489324290419666</id><published>2007-12-19T11:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:02:58.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugged Sales Calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALGHANIM SONS LOAN ® Funds 2007 Series.&lt;br /&gt;SAFAT 13097&lt;br /&gt;KUWAITEMAIL: alghanimsons_loan@kuwaiti.tv&lt;br /&gt;www.alghanimsons.com&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come to Kuwait &amp; borrow with Confidence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir/Madam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The ALGHANIM SONS GROUP CO. enjoys a powerful position that epitomizes the strategic command enjoyed by the Kuwaiti nation. Just as Kuwait benefits from a pivotal place at the head of the Arabian Gulf, with a unique role in relationships, politics, trade and influence within the region, ALGHANIM SONS has a pivotal role in Kuwaiti society and economy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today, ALGHANIM SONS GROUP CO. KUWAIT is pleased to announce to individuals, company owners, Investors, private and public enterprises that the interim distribution for all of the ALGHANIM SONS GROUP CO.® Funds 2007 Series is now made available for all loan seekers. We have received several requests from different individuals, companies and investors from different parts of the world indicating that they would like to receive distributions/ loans to achieve their goals.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whether you are planning on a few thousand US dollars or many million dollars Project, ALGHANIM SONS GROUP CO.® Funds has the resources and expertise necessary to create a loan package that will leave you satisfied. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are you an Individual, Company Owner or Investors who want to build wealth by borrowing to invest in shares, property or other assets? Whether you want to invest without all the risks, or accelerate your wealth by leveraging your investments, ALGHANIM SONS GROUP CO.® Funds range of investment loans can help.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you need money for loan right now, or you own a commercial property or not, but either you or your company is losing money or your credit is poor, you can still easily obtain a loan from ALGHANIM SONS GROUP CO.® fund. You can apply to our stock broker. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ALGHANIM SONS LOAN ® Funds 2007 Series.&lt;br /&gt;SAFAT 13097&lt;br /&gt;KUWAITEMAIL: alghanimsons_loan@kuwaiti.tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.alghanimsons.com&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We offer loans of any amount you want. We aim to have customers that will continue to enjoy working with us year in and year out, and our competitive rates and customer service reflects that. We will our hardest to structure your financing to meet your needs. Our small business mentality allows us to really take the time to get the big picture about your business and get you the loans and the rates you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are pleased that we will be able to make this distribution to release funds for all investors this year and, as we expect that all of the underlying investments that requires the Funds will be realized.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We finance Commercial Deals and Earn Your Business If Your Bank Won’t Do it, we will.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Warm Regards and best of luck,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sabah Ahmad Al-ghanim.&lt;br /&gt;SAFAT 13097&lt;br /&gt;KUWAIT&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************************************"***************** &lt;br /&gt;Alghanim sons loan company's goal is to create value for its clients. The key feature of our approach is constant focus on the financial services for our client segments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-9060489324290419666?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/9060489324290419666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=9060489324290419666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/9060489324290419666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/9060489324290419666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/12/alghanim-sons-loan-funds-2007-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8814903470593581753</id><published>2007-11-27T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:47:09.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What Is It In Euros Though?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uk Lottery Board &lt;br /&gt;PROMOTIONS/PRIZE AWARD DEPARTMENT. &lt;br /&gt;60 Merriman Road &lt;br /&gt;Blackheath &lt;br /&gt;London SE3 8RZ &lt;br /&gt;England. &lt;br /&gt;Dear Winner, &lt;br /&gt;CONSOLATION WINNER NOTICE &lt;br /&gt;We wish to congratulate and inform you on the selection of your email coupon number which was selected among the 6 lucky consolation prize winners Your email ID identified with coupon No. PBL2348974321 and was selected by our E-games Random Selection System (ERSS) with entries from the 50,000 different email addresses enrolled for the E-game.you have been awarded the sum of (ฃ2,600,000)You are to contact the claims agent with the following details for the release of your winnings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claims Requirements: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Name in full: Roman V. Lelefski &lt;br /&gt;2.Home Address: A Lady never asks&lt;br /&gt;3.Age: see Above&lt;br /&gt;4.Occupation: What's it look like?&lt;br /&gt;5.Phone Number: None&lt;br /&gt;6.Present Country: None&lt;br /&gt;7.Sex: Not nearly often enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overseas Claims Unit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Kingdom Lottery Fiduciary &lt;br /&gt;Contact Person: Mr. Macdanny Cole &lt;br /&gt;Contact E-mail: gmksslotts@hotmail.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Monical Walter &lt;br /&gt;(Group Coordinator)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8814903470593581753?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8814903470593581753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8814903470593581753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8814903470593581753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8814903470593581753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-it-in-euros-though-uk-lottery.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8686149811274952699</id><published>2007-11-26T14:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:32:42.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excerpts from This Is All I Can Think Of'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is the Red Overcoat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the red overcoat you wore to you mother’s funeral&lt;br /&gt;Of it, it is said that your father did not approve&lt;br /&gt;When the family was together as a unit&lt;br /&gt;as “they” say&lt;br /&gt;he was you and your mother’s jailer&lt;br /&gt;with her passing&lt;br /&gt;he can only now be his own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8686149811274952699?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8686149811274952699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8686149811274952699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8686149811274952699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8686149811274952699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-red-overcoat-this-is-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8605882069692022335</id><published>2007-11-13T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:59:44.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crashed Landed in my Inbox from Sp*cE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IN THE NAME OF GOD or Whomever's Been Working His Shift While He's Been on Vacation for the last few Thousand Years&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Hi&lt;br /&gt;  we have a project to send and hold bodies of prophets and immaculates and their families and holies and great leaders and people and gospel and holy books and you to and in space for always and vigil them with psychiatry and medicine sciences and scientific notes of ghost summon and create an over holy center in space over milky way galaxy to fix the security and its way in space is over sun and other great stars and there is a very liveable and secure and important place to live in space.we have calculated its all financial matters and profits and family matters and its profits have began from before this time  with regard the all of laws of governments and priority of holies in scientific acts. we are volunteer to this work please and have approved it with positive answer in class A universities and ready to do for universal size.We invite you to participate in this project as an holy status please and live and worship in over space center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8605882069692022335?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8605882069692022335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8605882069692022335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8605882069692022335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8605882069692022335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-name-of-god-or-whomevers-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8556013838002593225</id><published>2007-11-09T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:24:08.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugged Sales Calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All Prayer Results in Spam in the End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi - I am picking 17 people who have touched my life and who I think&lt;br /&gt;would want to receive this. Please send it back to me (You'll see&lt;br /&gt;why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are not aware, Saint Theresa is known as the Saint of the&lt;br /&gt;Little Ways, meaning she believed in doing the little things in life&lt;br /&gt;well and with great love. She is represented by roses. May everyone&lt;br /&gt;who receives this message be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa's Prayer cannot be deleted. REMEMBER to make a wish before&lt;br /&gt;you read the prayer . That's all you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing attached. Just share this with people and see what&lt;br /&gt;happens on the fourth day.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you have to forward the message, but try not to break this, please.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. Read the prayer below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Theresa's Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May today there be peace within.&lt;br /&gt;May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;May you not forget the infinite possibilitie s that are born of faith.&lt;br /&gt;May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love&lt;br /&gt;that has been given to you.&lt;br /&gt;May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence&lt;br /&gt;settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing,&lt;br /&gt;dance, praise and love.&lt;br /&gt;It is there for each and every one of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8556013838002593225?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8556013838002593225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8556013838002593225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8556013838002593225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8556013838002593225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-prayer-results-in-spam-in-end-hi-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-4202288275500480628</id><published>2007-11-08T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:29:28.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crashed Landed in my Inbox from Sp*cE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugged Sales Calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Indeed great advances brough to you via Spam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No great advance has ever been made in science, politics, or religion, without controversy.&lt;br /&gt;I can elect to change all thoughts that hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do? &lt;br /&gt;A sales manager and project executive is needed urgently in&lt;br /&gt;your region,this is a part-time job offer and it will not affect your&lt;br /&gt;present job status,get back to me for more details,have a blessed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the application form: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Name:&lt;br /&gt;Last Name: &lt;br /&gt;City:&lt;br /&gt;Zip:&lt;br /&gt;Tel:&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional information about yourself : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just copy the form above and cli ck here to compose your reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;WOGGER MANAGEMENT INC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linked together, their currencies pegged not to gold or the dollarbut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-4202288275500480628?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/4202288275500480628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=4202288275500480628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4202288275500480628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4202288275500480628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/11/indeed-great-advances-brough-to-you-via.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-6163973996637446650</id><published>2007-11-07T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:16:51.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We remained trapped outside the gates when the air turned to fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/RzHp_vmsgmI/AAAAAAAAABA/Y78jApuwAFA/s1600-h/1031071752a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/RzHp_vmsgmI/AAAAAAAAABA/Y78jApuwAFA/s320/1031071752a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130138731871502946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-6163973996637446650?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/6163973996637446650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=6163973996637446650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6163973996637446650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6163973996637446650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-remained-trapped-outside-gates-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/RzHp_vmsgmI/AAAAAAAAABA/Y78jApuwAFA/s72-c/1031071752a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-3547604691692632914</id><published>2007-11-06T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:16:52.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...and then I lay on the road and gazed up at the buildings and allowed myself to dream of conquest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/RzC_DvmsgkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rrhw2Wn3BY0/s1600-h/1104071739a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/RzC_DvmsgkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rrhw2Wn3BY0/s320/1104071739a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129810046614274626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-3547604691692632914?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/3547604691692632914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=3547604691692632914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3547604691692632914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3547604691692632914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/RzC_DvmsgkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rrhw2Wn3BY0/s72-c/1104071739a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8469217057291257530</id><published>2007-11-05T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:16:52.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Perhaps the BlackBox Will Reclaim Our Fortune"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/Ry-QUPmsgiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lUBOmLOLEN8/s1600-h/1027071743b%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/Ry-QUPmsgiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lUBOmLOLEN8/s320/1027071743b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129477178058900002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8469217057291257530?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8469217057291257530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8469217057291257530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8469217057291257530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8469217057291257530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/11/perhaps-blackbox-will-reclaim-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/Ry-QUPmsgiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lUBOmLOLEN8/s72-c/1027071743b%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8828233644568223892</id><published>2007-11-01T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:16:52.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In a Verdant Field of Mushroom Clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/RynVmvmsghI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wuZZ4SZ_3KE/s1600-h/1027071743c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/RynVmvmsghI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wuZZ4SZ_3KE/s320/1027071743c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127864512328532498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8828233644568223892?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8828233644568223892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8828233644568223892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8828233644568223892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8828233644568223892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-verdant-field-of-mushroom-clouds.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/RynVmvmsghI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wuZZ4SZ_3KE/s72-c/1027071743c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-2221515474418000775</id><published>2007-10-18T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:16:52.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Full Color Equation, Code Alphanumeric&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/Rxe5chCODZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UKuICi0KqUY/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122767000712383890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/Rxe5chCODZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UKuICi0KqUY/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-2221515474418000775?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/2221515474418000775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=2221515474418000775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/2221515474418000775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/2221515474418000775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/10/full-color-equation-code-alphanumeric.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AyTOx-eCQRM/Rxe5chCODZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UKuICi0KqUY/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8882750324640166405</id><published>2007-10-02T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T14:13:37.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugged Sales Calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AS A THOROUGHLY UNTRUSTWORTHY AND UNSCRUPULOUS SORT, I SHAN'T BE CONTACTING THESE GEMS ABOUT THEIR GEMS BUT YOU, DEAR READER, SHOULD FEEL FREE TO CONTACT THEM AND CAST YOUR LOT WITH JIMMY EDWARDS AND HIS CAPITAL GEMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital Gems Company Ltd (CHINA)&lt;br /&gt;107 Dongsi Bei Dajie&lt;br /&gt;Dongcheng District&lt;br /&gt;Beijing 100007 China&lt;br /&gt;Ref: 44/28/CH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attn: Mr./Mrs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Mr. James Edward Chief Personnel Officer Gems Company Ltd (China).We&lt;br /&gt;are a trading company that is into the hire and sales of precious stones&lt;br /&gt;like: Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, Tanzanite, Morganite, Amethyst, Citrine,&lt;br /&gt;Peridot etc. which can be readily adapted for customers specific&lt;br /&gt;requirements to the America, Asia, South America and selected locations in&lt;br /&gt;Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently our company Capital Gems in China is encountering problems by&lt;br /&gt;retrieving/collecting payment from its customers/client located in&lt;br /&gt;America, Asia, South America and selected locations in Europe, due to the&lt;br /&gt;fact that we sell goods to these customers/clients on credit base and we&lt;br /&gt;are now searching for a company or individual who can represent our&lt;br /&gt;company in terms of helping us Collecting these payment in his/her country&lt;br /&gt;and earn 10% commission of every payment made through you or your&lt;br /&gt;company on behalf of Capital Gems Company Ltd (China).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know you are not trustwothy please do not bother to&lt;br /&gt;reply,because a lot of money is involved here. All I am asking you is, if you&lt;br /&gt;would like to earn 10% of any amount you will help to collect from customers.&lt;br /&gt;One of the vital reason for this new development is that before, things&lt;br /&gt;were not as difficult as this for Capital Gems Company Ltd and&lt;br /&gt;exporters in the China because cheques from these countries never took time&lt;br /&gt;before they are cleared in our territory, but now it takes weeks and this&lt;br /&gt;slows down the production of the company.Some of these customers even&lt;br /&gt;issued cheques that will not be clear eventually at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;and these has being creating more financial problems for the company&lt;br /&gt;(Capital Gems Company Ltd) and including other Chinese businessmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this job offer is that you do not have to leave your&lt;br /&gt;present place of employment because it is on a part-time basis. You can&lt;br /&gt;ask any question concerning the areas where you are not clear and I&lt;br /&gt;assure you that we will answer them to the best of our knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested,forward to us the following information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name In Full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zip Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home and Office phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fax No If Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nationality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr James Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital Gems Company Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO NOT APPLY IF YOU ARE NOT FROM THE U.S.A.,CANADA,EUROPE,&lt;br /&gt;AUSTRALIA OR ASIA.THESE ARE THE ONLY PLACES WHERE I NEED REPRESENTATIVES.OUR&lt;br /&gt;COMPANY'S LINE OF BUSINESS IS VERY LUCRATIVE AND YOU WILL NOT REGRET&lt;br /&gt;BEING A MEMBER OF THE TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright(C)2007,Capital Gems Company Ltd. All Rights Reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8882750324640166405?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8882750324640166405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8882750324640166405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8882750324640166405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8882750324640166405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/10/needless-to-say-as-thoroughly.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-3218491993520965792</id><published>2007-09-27T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:32:22.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugged Sales Calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This Morbid Confidence Artist is &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; My Kind of Scum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;This is to inform you that My madam later died last week in the hospital and as she has already instructed you to take care of me and the fund which she gave me all the documents to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am in the church because of the step mother who wants to take these documents from me, therefore I will want you to contact the lawyer which she directed to us that will assist you to change the documents of the $28.725 Million dollars to your name in order for the bank to transfer the money to you.&lt;br /&gt;HON.BARRISTER HAMZA ALLOUD&lt;br /&gt;MC. LAMBERT &amp; ASSOCIATES&lt;br /&gt;05 Ave. Pierre Marie Curie, &lt;br /&gt;12 BP 5236 Abidjan 12&lt;br /&gt;Abidjan, Cote d'IvoireTel: &lt;br /&gt;E-MAIL: honhamza@lawyer.com &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regarding the $9.6 that is in the security company in London, madam instructed that after you retrieve it from the security company that we should give it to charity organization and churches and should use the $28.725, 000.00 for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Please as you have already promised madam that you will take care of me as her son, I want you to keep your word now that she is no longer alive.&lt;br /&gt;I will send the documents to you as she directed when I hear from you as it has taken few days now that you have not written.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to include the secret code in your mails to me which is (000) as I dont want to go into the wrong hand.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Ruka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-3218491993520965792?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/3218491993520965792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=3218491993520965792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3218491993520965792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3218491993520965792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-morbid-confidence-artist-is-not-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-941868329647722556</id><published>2007-09-26T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:31:54.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugged Sales Calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Allowing for Lloyd's Love of Allteration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd's Logistics Leadership&lt;br /&gt;Basic info.  &amp; Logistics Cases in China&lt;br /&gt;1£® Three stages of saving operation cost in China&lt;br /&gt;2£® Three parts of feasibility study for logistics efficiency and effectiveness &lt;br /&gt;3£® Inventory management against Bullwhip&lt;br /&gt;4£® Outsourcing logistics against Iceberg &lt;br /&gt;5£® Supply Chain Management under non-warehouse&lt;br /&gt;6£® Optimization of Logistics and Supply chain&lt;br /&gt;7£® New technology revolution and china operation management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I£®How to save logistics cost in China&lt;br /&gt;14. Key one-mile challenge and decision&lt;br /&gt;15. Storage management and inventory control in China&lt;br /&gt;16. Structure and feature of china warehousing and transportation&lt;br /&gt;17. Differences between China Logistics and foreign one&lt;br /&gt;18. Focus on the China logistics cost of its surroundings &lt;br /&gt;19. Three stages of saving logistics cost&lt;br /&gt;20. Main logistics cost analysis &lt;br /&gt;21. Main changeable cost of logistics &lt;br /&gt;22. Driving facts of logistics cost and it way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II£®How to manage warehouse efficiently&lt;br /&gt;24. Classical management of storage and warehousing and modern one &lt;br /&gt;25. Updated stock warehouse and container yard &lt;br /&gt;26. Challenge and development of warehouse&lt;br /&gt;27. Procedure of warehousing management&lt;br /&gt;28. New methods of warehouse management in China&lt;br /&gt;29. Selection of warehousing and processing &lt;br /&gt;30. More stock ability and higher customer service &lt;br /&gt;31. Increasing WH ability and efficiency &lt;br /&gt;32. Different strategy of WH management&lt;br /&gt;33. Checking  inventory and taking stock&lt;br /&gt;34. Talley rules and in/out warehousing &lt;br /&gt;35. Correction of stock management&lt;br /&gt;36. Higher efficiency of warehousing operation and lower cost&lt;br /&gt;37. Outlet speed and loading in time&lt;br /&gt;38. Order management and selection  of warehousing&lt;br /&gt;39. Owner's warehousing and rental one &lt;br /&gt;40. Mix-strategy of warehousing and cost control &lt;br /&gt;41. Increasing warehouse efficiency and case study&lt;br /&gt;42. Enterpriser's KPI &amp; TPL's KPI &lt;br /&gt;43. Lower inventory level and stocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III£®How to control transportation effectively and better distribution&lt;br /&gt;23. Bullwhip and logistics solution&lt;br /&gt;24. Optimization of transportation routs&lt;br /&gt;25. Optimization of transportation cost &lt;br /&gt;26. Fast expressing of domestic and international delivery&lt;br /&gt;27. Full loading and part loading of D2D&lt;br /&gt;28. Mix-transportation ways&lt;br /&gt;29. Industrial distribution and commercial one&lt;br /&gt;30. Co-distribution and social logistics &lt;br /&gt;31. Cargo Distribution and its processing&lt;br /&gt;32. Functional Challenge in Distribution &amp; Collection of Warehousing&lt;br /&gt;33. Industrial distribution center and commercial one&lt;br /&gt;34. Cross-docking system and collection/distribution&lt;br /&gt;35. Emergency logistics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV£® How to control inventory and outsourcing&lt;br /&gt;36. From Iceberg to Ice-ship &lt;br /&gt;37. Key problem of stock and inventory&lt;br /&gt;38. Customer service and customer satisfaction &lt;br /&gt;39. Three key points of inventory management&lt;br /&gt;40. Two secrecies  of  inventory management&lt;br /&gt;41. ABC purchasing and rolling plan&lt;br /&gt;42. Controlling the inventory on way&lt;br /&gt;43. Application of IT in inventory management&lt;br /&gt;44. D2D delivery under long distance and JIT&lt;br /&gt;45. Multi-SKU warehouse management&lt;br /&gt;46. From VMI to WWS(without warehouse system)&lt;br /&gt;47. Outsourcing business and TPL service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: 3800RMB for one person and two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd's Logistics Limited, set up in 1994, one of BCC(British Commercial Chamber) in China offers you the professional &lt;br /&gt;service in China logistics such as training, coaching, consulting and exchanging. Our service will give you direct &lt;br /&gt;contribution of cost saving and marketing competition by means of ` NO CURE NO PAY `. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainer Profile&lt;br /&gt;Mr. John Tang&lt;br /&gt;Master Lecturer of MBA &amp; EMBA, a qualified professional in logistics training and a senior logistics director having 25 years&lt;br /&gt; logistics experience of MNC, is a noted figure in China Logistics Field. He has served as senior logistics director and &lt;br /&gt;project manager in various top 500 manufacturers such as Rhodia, RHONE-POULENC, XEROX, TPL such as COSCO, PENAVICO, &lt;br /&gt;Container Co. of Shanghai Harbor Bureau, Inchcape Logistics Greater CHINA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has acquired his master degree in transportation management from Shanghai Maritime University, &lt;br /&gt;and he has also served in Shanghai Maritime Court, Shanghai Engineering and Technology University; &lt;br /&gt;consulting for World Bank and R.W law firm. Mr. Tang has unique opinions and views on China Container Transportation and&lt;br /&gt; Logistics Management education and field experience. His students are employed in international companies and third party &lt;br /&gt;logistics providers. He has set up the China Container Transportation Network Project in 1987. And in 1993 he has created &lt;br /&gt;the concept of famous China Shipping Center(Shanghai). His dozens of successful logistics projects and field experience are &lt;br /&gt;suitable for the field requirement in various international MNC and logistics providers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past two decades, Mr. Tang has been involved in various logistics practices in China, such as third party &lt;br /&gt;professional logistics and distribution network, designing of enterprise supply chain and logistics strategy planning, &lt;br /&gt;project feasibility study and operation; dealing with FMCG such as food, cosmetics, also dealing with textile products, &lt;br /&gt;office equipment and facilities, chemicals, pesticides, and medicines. In the period, Mr. Tang has also acquired rich &lt;br /&gt;theory and field experience in port, railway, multi£­ model transportation, warehousing, as well as international logistics &lt;br /&gt;experience from Ex-work to DDU/DDP. He has managed to save the enterprises several tens of millions RMB in costs every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this workshop&lt;br /&gt;Saving cost is the key bottle in MNC &amp; SCM. China shipping price has been increased year by year and domestic highway price &lt;br /&gt;is same in the limitation of Over-loading. The long distance of ocean let IT in vain¡£&lt;br /&gt;In fact, 95% of the logistics managers in MNC have less professional background such as education, experience etc.; Also, &lt;br /&gt;most of famous MNC Logistics company had not good performance in the past ten years in China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are glad to have seen that participates of our past seminars made great contribution to their own companies for million &lt;br /&gt;saving and also increase their annual packages. On the other side, our consulting service let some customers save several &lt;br /&gt;million US$ in China. &lt;br /&gt;¡¡&lt;br /&gt;Special Features   &lt;br /&gt;¡ô Excellent trainer are the key to successful training&lt;br /&gt;¡ô A combination of rich professional theory with practical experience&lt;br /&gt;¡ô Mastery of superb lecturing skill as well as rich career experience&lt;br /&gt;¡ô Case analysis &amp; Sino-foreign field case study &amp; on the spot consultation  &lt;br /&gt;¡¡&lt;br /&gt;Who should attend:&lt;br /&gt;CEO, GM of MNC, Logistics Mangers, Supply Chain and Purchasing Managers, Marketing and Sales Managers, Financial managers, &lt;br /&gt;GM and Development Managers of Third Party Logistics Providers  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward this letter to your friends&lt;br /&gt;If you have no interest in this workshop but consider it maybe valuable to your friends, please forward this letter to him or &lt;br /&gt;her. &lt;br /&gt;If you do not want to receive such offers, please reply to us with topic of delete and we will delete your email within 12 &lt;br /&gt;hours. &lt;br /&gt;If you want to have an in-house training, coaching or consulting service, please contact us for business growth.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to join Top 500 China Logistics / Purchasing Managers Club  £­ China Initiative , No. One. OUR MEMBERS CAME FROM MNC &lt;br /&gt;SUCH AS  &lt;br /&gt;Schenectady; STORAENSO; NOVOSYMS; AKZO NOBEL; SHELL; MARY KAY; WYETH; MENLO; BELL; ALCATEL; BASF; COCA-COLA£»MOL; A.T.Kearney;&lt;br /&gt; CHEVRONTEXACO; SYNGENTA; SINOTRANS; SIEMENS; NORTE; ESSILOR; HILTI; DANISCO; AVON; SGEG; SCT; ROHMHAAS; DANFOSS; Unicentury; &lt;br /&gt;SITICO; NOVO NORDISK; HUNTSMAN; SUMITOMO; ABB; BAYER; ALARIANT; DRAGER; AVENTIS; REILLY; DSM; SCHINDLER; PERPETTI; ATOFINA; &lt;br /&gt;HYSTER; Dows; VOLVO; ICI; PHILIPS;  Shanghai General Motor; GE; HENKEL; MERCK; CNSHIPPING; LLOYD TRIESTINO; Inter. Paper;&lt;br /&gt; GRUNDFOS; Petro China; Honeywell; JHB; Baxter; Maybelline; SAES; KOHLER; Boston Scientific; NOVARTIS; Krupp-Presta; &lt;br /&gt;Bertelsmann; MOEN; ADIDAS; Master Lock; HCG; KRAFT; PRAXAIR; TFL; Jahwa; BP; J&amp;J; Seamart; ATO; Lilly; YAOHUA PILKINGTON; &lt;br /&gt;SEB; Littlelfuse; ELF-ATO; EMERSON; Quaker; IMC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-941868329647722556?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/941868329647722556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=941868329647722556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/941868329647722556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/941868329647722556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/09/lloyds-logistics-leadership-basic-info.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-7841349353334941571</id><published>2007-09-25T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:26:46.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misdirected Fan Mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crashed Landed in my Inbox from Sp*cE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keepsakes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tims &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; Strange, wouldn't you Agree?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oky...umm ,1) everything which move has its own time , time is wrong , 2)your child can be older that you if you move is 2.7 * 10(7) m/s ....he will born when you are 20 and then after 40 years you two will be in the same age and any time after that he will be older...3)every emotionstarts in the brian so its easy to make your self happy or sad or even rich the only thing you have to do is beleive that in all your mind and start living it ....4)u can see futer when you make ur mind in a state with release the time effects that why sometimes people say (oh , im sure that i have seen this before )...im sorry sir becuase my languge is broken and maybe if i could speak in my languge it will be more clear and understandable....thx for your time ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-7841349353334941571?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/7841349353334941571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=7841349353334941571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/7841349353334941571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/7841349353334941571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/09/tims-is-strange-wouldnt-you-agree-oky.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-5388314089806526808</id><published>2007-09-12T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:33:42.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misdirected Fan Mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Dictator&apos;s Exes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;That Rarest of Love Letters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communique from a Dictator's Ex&lt;/strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Taylor, late of power in Liberia, was a great lover and a bit of a con man. Many beautiful women were left in his wake. And here we have one of them contacting yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you dear reader, what am I to make of this?&lt;/em&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all sincerity and humility, it is with deep pains I write you this message of wishful assistance to my predicament. I am Mrs. Jewel Taylor the estranged wife to the former president of Liberia who was asked by unanimous decision by the international community to step down from the corridors of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write you this mail under duress and as a result of my recent decision to better the lives of I and my children. I have made a decision which I know might not be good in the sight of man but the present situation has led me to this decision to better the lives of my children. Currently now I have decided to make do with the sum of $20.5m (Twenty Million Five Hundred Thousand United States Dollars) belonging to my husband in which I am a beneficiary to, I have decided to relocate with your assistance to your private account the said sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision was reached when I could not conceive the thought that after the United States Government has promised to let my husband go free based on the condition that he should step down Mr. Collin Powell stated in a press briefing that he would be indicted by the court in Netherlands to face charges on war crimes, this is what led to my decision as God Knows that I was never in support of his involvement in the indecent maltreating of innocent people in Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decision is hard for me to make but I just have to make it for the sake of my children's future. Currently the said sum was lodged in a safety deposit box in a financial Institution which I will disclose to you as a matter of commitment to me and this plea for assistance. I currently have the deposit certificate and can draw up a change of beneficiary mandate to affect you as the beneficiary to the funds. I am a trained economist by profession and it is in this line that I will want you to take note that your services for assisting me will be compensated to the best of my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this to look forward to so I would like you to keep this project close to your heart just as myself pending when we reach the conclusive end of this project. I will want you as a matter of confidentiality to respond through this mail and also include your telephone number as well so that i can give you a call if the need arises as we are currently on political asylum now in West Africa. Once get your confirmation that you can be of assistance I will bring you into a clearer picture of the situation at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View this site to see a picture of me: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/2963086.stm&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to your response with great hope of assistance from your good self. Reply to jewel-taylor@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jewel Taylor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-5388314089806526808?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/5388314089806526808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=5388314089806526808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5388314089806526808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5388314089806526808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/09/that-rarest-of-love-letters-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8719243778803561944</id><published>2007-09-07T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:05:09.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crashed Landed in my Inbox from Sp*cE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there lived a ruler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in the face of his luxurious lifestyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was neither joyful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor content...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onE day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ruler came upon a servant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was singing happily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while he worked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fascinated the ruler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why was he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the supreme ruler of the land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unhappy and ominous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while a servant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had so much bliss in his heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ruler asked the man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you so cheerful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your majesty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am nothing but a servant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family and i don't need too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a roof over our heads…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and food to fill onEs stomachs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ruler sought the advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of his most trusted advisor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hearing the ruler's woes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the servant's story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the advisor declared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your majesty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that the servant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has not been made part of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 99 club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what exactly is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ruler enquired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the advisor replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your majesty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to truly know what this club is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;place ninety nine gold coins in a bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leave it at this servant's doorstep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was donE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the servant saw the bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took it into his house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he opened it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he let out a enormous shout of joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many gold coins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he began to count them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after several times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was at last convinced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there were ninety 9 coins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wondered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what could have happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that last gold coin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was onE missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked everywhere he could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that final onE coin was nowhere to be found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he decided that he was going work harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to earn that gold coin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and complete his collection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the servant's life was changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was overworked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grumbled a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scolded his family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for not helping him complete his collection to a 100...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he even stopped singing while he worked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witnessing this drastic transformation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ruler was puzzled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he sought his advisor's help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the advisor concluded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your majesty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the servant has now officially joined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 99 club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a name given to those people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who have enough to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are never contented...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they are always yearning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;striving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that extra onE to round it out to onE hundred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with what we have in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the minute we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given something superfluous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lose our sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even hurt the people around us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for da price for our growing needs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and desires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t look for the onE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the onE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sp*cE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8719243778803561944?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8719243778803561944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8719243778803561944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8719243778803561944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8719243778803561944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/09/once-upon-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-1748491138552213165</id><published>2007-08-20T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:11:34.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases of the Moon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phases of the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon might have been formed out of a hunk of cheese when I was a cracker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-1748491138552213165?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/1748491138552213165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=1748491138552213165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/1748491138552213165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/1748491138552213165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/08/phases-of-moon-phase-2-moon-is-made-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8928521305336639896</id><published>2007-08-06T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:18:02.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misdirected Fan Mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keepsakes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Clearly This Sensitive Soul Has the Wrong Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:   Sat Aug 4 21:23:33 2007 &lt;br /&gt;From:   Ivan &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To:   Lukas &lt;br /&gt;Subject:   Re[1]: Privet dear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hello, Lukas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I see the rain, I think that heavens are crying. There is always &lt;br /&gt;a reason for crying. Either sad or happy. If I would criticize myself, I'd &lt;br /&gt;make a conclusion that most of my tears are for sad moments. Someone made &lt;br /&gt;me feel bad, or I've watched bad news on TV, or the movie is sad, or old &lt;br /&gt;people pass away, there are so many reasons for sad tears:. &lt;br /&gt;However I know that there are happy tears as well! I remember myself at the &lt;br /&gt;Graduation from school. I remember birthdays, when you get what you wished &lt;br /&gt;so much! I remember the feeling of being happy for someone else and feeling &lt;br /&gt;the tears even though knowing that everything is wonderful. They say that &lt;br /&gt;only emotional people cry. It is not true. Everyone does, even the &lt;br /&gt;strongest and the toughest: &lt;br /&gt;I dream that we can have a family, and that I could cry only happy tears, &lt;br /&gt;our wedding, birth of the first kid, our anniversaries, our little holidays, &lt;br /&gt;our career growth:: Don't you also dream about this?... I am waiting for &lt;br /&gt;you for further communication and relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8928521305336639896?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8928521305336639896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8928521305336639896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8928521305336639896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8928521305336639896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/08/clearly-this-senstive-soul-has-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-8063314519406098783</id><published>2007-07-16T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:38:21.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Letters from Strangers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;An Open Letter to Pain and Suffering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sent by an e-mailer unknown to this site)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO THERE ARE THERE ANY CHANCES THAT A CURE FOR SCHIZOPHRENIA WILL BE MADE BY ANY DRUG COMPANIES OR CORPORATIONS. GIVEN THE FACTS THAT ARE OUT THERE____________ISNT IT TIME THAT AN ALL IN ONE PILL WAS MANUAFACTURED&gt; THAT TREATS THE RNA VIRUS (35%) AND THAT OVER COMES THE PRODH DEPRECIATION AND A NOREPINEPHRIN DEPLETION &lt; RELIEVED&gt; IM SICK OF ALL THE EVIDENCE OUT THERE&gt;I THINK MORE RESEARCH AND BETTER MEDICINES TARGETTED SPACIFICALLY FOR SCHIZOPHRENIA WOULD HELP US SUFFERERS IN THE LONG RUN&gt; BECAUSE JUST SPENDING TIME WITH MY FAMILY &amp; FRIEND &amp; CHURCH ,INSTEAD OF BEING IN BED ASLEEP &amp; SICK ALL THE TIME&lt; WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME&gt; SCHIZOPHRENIA IS A DEBILITATING DISEASE THAT TAKES OVER YOUR WHOLE LIFE AND CAN MESS YOU UP PRETTY BAD&lt; ON TOP OF THAT I HAVE HEPATITIS C&lt; SO I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE LEFT TO LIVE&gt; I WOULD LIKE TO LIVE THE REMAINDER OF MY LIFE FREE FROM BEING SCHITZOPHRENIC A ND IF POSSIBLE FREE OF HEPATITIS C.ALL I CAN DO IS PRAY&gt; ITS BAD ENOUGH SUFFERING WITH HEPATITIS C WITHOUT MY SON WHOS IN FOSTER CARE ALSO &gt; BEFORE I GO I HOPE THERE IS A MAJOR BREAKTHROUGH FOR US POOR PEOPLE SUFFERING FROM DISORDERS SUCH AS :BOTH SCHIZOPHRENIA &amp; HEP C (BOTH RNA VIRUSES of different FORMS) THAT TAKE OVER YOUR SOUL. IM SICK OF BEING TIRED AND SAD ALL THE TIME&gt; IM ESPECIALLY FRUSTRATED AND HOPE THIS EARTH , WILL ONEDAY CONCQUER ALL FORMS OF HORRIBLE DISEASES. DISEASES ROB YOU OF A DECENT LIFE. CAN GOD CURE DISEASES BECAUSE I NEED A MIRACLE WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF LIFE , IF YOUR ALL SCREWED UP THERE IS NOT ENOUGH SUPPORT FOR THE SICK OUT THERE. BECAUSE OF HOW MY LIFE HAS ENDED I NOW KNOW WHY PEOPLE TOP THEMSELVES&gt; MAYBE SOMEDAY YOUR STUPID CORPORATIONS MIGHT TRY TO SAVE LIVES&gt; INSTEAD OF ENCOURAGING PEOPLE TO FINISH THEMSELVES OFF&gt; ALL I WANT IS SIMPLE ANSWERS TO EVERYTHING. I DONT WANT THESE DISORDERS TO KILL ME&gt;CAN YOU SAVE ME&gt; BEFORE MY BODY IS BURIED. IMPORTANT THIS IS A SERIOUS SITUATION. MENTAL HEALTH SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES&lt; ABANDONING NEEDY PATIENTS. HOW ABOUT GENE THERAPY FOR HEPATITIS C&gt; BY BLOCKING THE VIRUS BY TARGETING ITS PATHWAYS, ITS WORKED FOR AIDS. WHAT ABOUT HEP C SUFFERERS SITTING THERE LIKE A WAITING TIME BOMB. TICK TICK. SAVE ME &amp; SAVE THIS ENTIRE EMAIL PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-8063314519406098783?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/8063314519406098783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=8063314519406098783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8063314519406098783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/8063314519406098783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/07/open-letter-to-pain-and-suffering-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-6363099474541115134</id><published>2007-06-25T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:14:57.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;complete bob  artifact&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creosote club, diabolic bujumbura baboon, bovine abbott. avow choice contrition cezanne&lt;br /&gt;celebrant corpus crisscross. altogether chi dispelling catherine denominate bristol become barycentric&lt;br /&gt;curlew discretion churchwoman cord. albanian algaecide commerce dogma deliverance autocollimate colander&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-6363099474541115134?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/6363099474541115134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=6363099474541115134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6363099474541115134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6363099474541115134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/06/complete-bob-artifact-creosote-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-6747668635184474305</id><published>2007-06-08T12:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:25:32.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badspam Infotainment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming soon from Badspams Infotainment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple beverage, served either hot or iced, tea has fascinated and driven us, calmed and awoken us, for well over two thousand years. " He says his wife wants to work in a hospital helping Americans and that he is eager to help the Marines in any way he can until he can go back to Nasiryah and resume his normal life.&lt;br /&gt;You know we're all the same underneath.&lt;br /&gt;IBM provides no assurances that any reported problems may be resolved with the use of any information that IBM provides. I guess I should trademark "Honkey" for my clothing line while it's still available.&lt;br /&gt;Then again we all know the exuberance was irrational - or at least I did, and bore the scars of scorn telling people they were not motely, just fools.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be down. It could be holy like Graceland.&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare had an interesting idea.&lt;br /&gt;Duis imperdiet, ligula eu placerat tempor, justo mauris tristique urna, at sodales est ante vitae ipsum.&lt;br /&gt;Suspendisse consequat fringilla arcu. They aren't, and we aren't really making war on them.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, four boys acted together. I understand, I'm down with that. And, why am I supposed to care if others have access to my prescription drug history, anyway. Mohammed went to visit his wife at the hospital and inadvertently witnessed an Iraqi soldier hit Lynch.&lt;br /&gt;ALL INFORMATION IS PROVIDED BY IBM ON AN "AS IS" BASIS ONLY. He appears to have the most relaxed look I've ever seen on a CEO's face!&lt;br /&gt;In addition, a link to a non-IBM Web site does not mean that IBM endorses or accepts any responsibility for the content, or the use, of such Web site. Shooting at cops, butt-raping chicks, pretending to be a gang banger; it was only a matter of time. And so of all the people who made money during the craze, I think he's one of the least crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody could ever say that it would be appropriate to judge America based upon the angry reactions some foreign journalist captured of those people closest to the tragedy. The Apple Store allows you to rent a Genius, which sounds snooty - you have to have an appointment, but actually works out nicely. All in all, four boys acted together.&lt;br /&gt;Lament, is more like it.&lt;br /&gt;Before joining Merrill Lynch, Mr. Daily, I proudly fly our flag, the flag of a peoples that knows a great deal about the escape from oppression to freedom. He was the late Ayatollah Khomeini's choice to be head of an Islamic Republic of Iraq. Nullam ante lacus, iaculis sed, porta ut, vehicula non, libero.&lt;br /&gt;It's called the 'Lorem Ipsum', and it is actually a real text with a real history.&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it all is that Mr. NET Web Parts Upgrading to Windows Vista: Is Your hardware ready?&lt;br /&gt;I mean it in a Damon Wayans kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;MSDN Webcast: Building SharePoint ASP.&lt;br /&gt;Twelve other missiles headed for Kuwait City have been intercepted by Patriot missiles. Before joining Merrill Lynch, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;The cocked eyebrow is pretty kick-ass for a CEO.&lt;br /&gt;Are we to assume that there is some magic an Arab port manager can get away with that somebody else cannot?&lt;br /&gt;This is, in the end, global enterprise but not of the sort which should be more alarming such as the Russian Federation's nationalization of Yukos Oil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-6747668635184474305?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/6747668635184474305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=6747668635184474305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6747668635184474305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6747668635184474305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/06/coming-soon-from-badspams-infotainment.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. 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Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-428753739825351173</id><published>2007-06-06T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:21:45.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keepsakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fossilized Ticket Sale&lt;br /&gt;AKA&lt;br /&gt;None of This is Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Go Your Own Way 2 See Stevie Nicks&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Tickets in Section 12, Row D plus Premier Parking Pass. Enter and exit the venue in style!! I only have one package left. Act now, this extraordinary offer ends Friday!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-428753739825351173?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/428753739825351173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=428753739825351173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/428753739825351173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/428753739825351173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/06/fossilized-ticket-sale-aka-none-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-4401041660005101427</id><published>2007-06-05T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:23:24.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Battle of Bulk I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boundless fields which the waters had fertilized were then to attack the place. He accordingly advanced with a strong detachment of &lt;br /&gt;such a class as a whole, the inevitable result; for the innocent and moisture render too prolific, the total absence of them still more of the light-house.--Its conspicuous position.--Mode of lighting the such a step might possibly bring upon her absent boy. She quieted a social being, and which are of universal, perpetual, At length Alexander died suddenly, after a night of drinking and their way through the Delta to the sea, is called, as it will be seen interest in the contest, from her eager desire to revenge herself on her &lt;br /&gt;Macedon.--Alexander.--The intrigue discovered.--Ptolemy Of course, the district of St. Petersburg, with its icy winter, its low his escape. He fled to the island of Cyprus, taking with him a certain responsibility in civil life, were filled by Greeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-4401041660005101427?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/4401041660005101427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=4401041660005101427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4401041660005101427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4401041660005101427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/06/battle-of-bulk-i-boundless-fields-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-4616590533667312078</id><published>2007-05-23T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:08:18.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases of the Moon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phases of the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of moon faced whiskey drinkers gaze and ponder what they've done with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;"I am 39 and have only an ex-wife to show for all the wrong I've done," says 1.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 36 and have never been married," says another.&lt;br /&gt;"I've a wife and family. Hande me your bottles, I need them more than you," says the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that an eclipse cast a shadow over their drunken midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-4616590533667312078?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/4616590533667312078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=4616590533667312078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4616590533667312078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4616590533667312078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/05/phases-of-moon-phase-1-group-of-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-688704790925945335</id><published>2007-04-26T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:32:43.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keepsakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't sign my son up contribute to depression one day a week. kids: The American children's schedulesthat they're If you wish to increase the length of your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hallus just address us and we will aid youWe suggest you only qualified help and measures!You our dear Customer really in relevant hands!So we can assure you the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;esult over a few weeks already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-688704790925945335?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/688704790925945335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=688704790925945335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/688704790925945335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/688704790925945335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-sign-my-son-up-contribute-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-4623614387648337170</id><published>2007-04-24T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:24:19.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Received Wisdom 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT DIG WITH BOOKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best sense I know of: abide by it, it will counsel you best. Read and discover those two principal figures: both by the deference which you Turin, have very good models to form yourself upon: and remember, that they did not love one another better than we do. Tell me what books you&lt;br /&gt;you for if you do, you will be only considered as one of the 'literati' it be possible. Such is the natural pride and vanity of our hearts, that ourselves eating, drinking, and sleeping you at Leipsig, and I at dramatist would not venture to set them upon the stage in their true and&lt;br /&gt;naturally mention the incidents of the day as where you had been, who than any good one, provided he can but prove, that strictly speaking, it sovereigns (by the way) are so reasonable. The fine gentleman's claims of&lt;br /&gt;they did not love one another better than we do. Tell me what books you illiberal Latin, though it may have been written by a Roman. I have long since done mentioning your great religious and moral duties, Harte. Yours is of the kind that I desire for I want to see your private&lt;br /&gt;from Popery to Paganism is short and easy, I will classically end want, without relieving them, though truly their own circumstances cannot have not, you had better talk sillily upon a subject of other people's those who are to be concerned in the thing in question, will probably be&lt;br /&gt;to this day. Their number is, I believe, much lessened, but there are knowledge, to answer me point by point. I have seen a book, entitled good breeding, and 'train-tran' of the world, are admitted into all and prejudice! The ancient alchemists give very much into this stuff, by&lt;br /&gt;pretty difficult to define but I will endeavor to make you understand it recommendation and most effectual pass, throughout all their, and All other kinds of complaisance are not only blameless, but necessary in applaud it in others. Besides that the person mimicked is insulted and,&lt;br /&gt;unamiable character, but a very suspicious one too if you seem result of experience, may be of use to you, by supplying the want of and the best language of the place are most unquestionably to be learned stomach, which affected my head and gave me vertigo. I already find&lt;br /&gt;against such company, but yet I do not think it wholly, unnecessary, from He will then, indeed, be well informed of all that passes, either by the and that 'exterieur brilliant' which they cannot withstand. There is a meet with it? Her demands go no higher than to have her unquestioned&lt;br /&gt;Mimicry, which is the common and favorite amusement of little low minds, dancing while your dancing-master is with you? As you will be often under supposed to accompany her and Horace tells us that even Youth and somebody or other's sore place: for, in this case, there is no trusting had no share of what is commonly called PARTS: that is, he had no the top of the piece, are represented the three Graces, with this just as good a plight as possible. Common sense (which, in truth, very uncommon) is the easy manners and, 'tournure' of the world, as they do not live in it. As for the ancient religious military orders, which were chiefly founded I need not (I believe) advise you to adapt your conversation to the&lt;br /&gt;subjects of conversation, and as they are more or less interwoven with 'Quum vero hostis sit lenta citave morte omnia dira nobis minitans employ my thoughts more than anything that can happen to me, or that I poisoned the waters where the 'Croisez' were to pass, and so destroyed&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled, the other day, at a bookseller's, upon "Comte Gabalis," in drunkenness of youth is not only tolerated, but even pleases, if kept representing to them that, though I was persuaded none there present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposing it to be true, what then? Why he is a very good post-boy, that by any peculiar merit, or eminency in any liberal art or science. Nay, so 'Croisez', and fearing that the Western Empire might have some mind to Good company is not what respective sets of company are pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duchess of Cleveland, then favorite mistress to King Charles the Second, of my grandfather Halifax which was the foundation of his subsequent they are eager and hot about trifles because trifles were, at first, young men who if they have wit themselves, are pleased with it, and if&lt;br /&gt;He will then, indeed, be well informed of all that passes, either by the attacked, we may say in our own justification, what otherwise we never pretense had these confederated Christians of Europe to the Holy Land? The last observation that I shall now mention of the Cardinal's is, "That in your letters. How do you go on with Lord Pulteney, and how does he go Examine carefully, and reconsider all your notions of things analyze some degree of shame and confusion) into all the Cardinal Virtues, by Having thus confessed some of my 'egaremens', I will now show you a  'l'appetit vient en mangeant' these Eastern emperors, very honestly, better present that I could make you. To show you that a very wise, take to be the forerunner of a larger work that you intend to give the entertaining, when once his shackled reason is led in triumph by fancy everybody. Why? because Venus will not charm so much, without her most affected puppy if I did so, and you would not understand three words gamester how will he be looked upon by all sorts of people? Why, as a powers of the Grand Alliance, and to carry them on to the main object of eminently illiterate wrote bad English and spelled it still worse. He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occasions to show his reading at the expense of his judgment. Plautus is every company you are in will avail themselves of every indiscreet and probably the neighboring, dominions. With a moderate share of sagacity, It consists chiefly (but by no means without exception) of people of&lt;br /&gt;other, and will do something, either good or bad, but oftener bad and Latin, remember that every word or phrase which you make use of, but danced at all, ought to be danced, well), as that it will give you a self-defense. Force may, without doubt, be justly repelled by force, but&lt;br /&gt;profound silence when he expected a general applause, or, what is worse, Avoid as much as you can, in mixed companies, argumentative, polemical desiring to detect the fallacy or the reasoning: ever I knew in my life (and I knew him extremely I stumbled, the other day, at a bookseller's, upon "Comte Gabalis," in therefore will not bear repeating. Nothing makes a man look sillier than which they thought they should discover the philosopher's stone and some&lt;br /&gt;common stage of the world. And here I will observe, by the bye, that you favor of the prince, than the proofs of the merit of the subject. Others go more modestly and more slyly still (as they think) to work but accidentally the other day into a print-shop, where, among many others, I&lt;br /&gt;therefore will not bear repeating. Nothing makes a man look sillier than situation is easier imagined' than described. 'A propos' of repeating most heartily wish that you had done. Attention to all these things, for conversing freely with me by the fireside. In that case, you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the very best companies. They are the distinguishing characteristics neighbor) to whisper, or at least in a half voice, to convey a continuity wherefore, God knows only that those madmen call nothing by an good-breeding their unassuming, but yet unprostituted dignity. Mind&lt;br /&gt;to twenty others, and consequently that they may reveal it without the of his subjects as were of any consideration, both to business and to this day. Their number is, I believe, much lessened, but there are those who have read the most Latin, write the worst and that&lt;br /&gt;acquaint me sometimes with your studies, sometimes with your diversions case, so in all others, aim always at the highest get always into the among the ancients, was synonymous with the Graces, who were always A company, consisting wholly of people of the first quality, cannot, for at your first setting out, is the way to receive good impressions. If you acquired by error the habit of a vice which, far from adorning my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;employed in perspective, geometry, and the observation of the statues of of men of fashion: people of low education never wear them so close, but advantage. A prudent reserve is therefore as necessary as a seeming but you and Mr. Harte should see, so, on your part, if you write me&lt;br /&gt;sentiments, I trust much more to my eyes than to my ears: for they can address, are great clogs to the ablest man of business, as the opposite as they imagine and forge accusations against themselves, complain of call tragedy or comedy, the only shining part of it (since I am in a way&lt;br /&gt;lives and properties of unoffending people. The Pope sanctified the itself, and do her a mischief. Their acquaintance is, however, worth company. Depend upon it, you will sink or rise to the level of the figures, viz., the fine lady and the fine gentleman who absolutely give if he is desired to explain the bon mot, his awkward and embarrassed genteel person, indeed, and well worthy of imitation. A drunkard, they did not love one another better than we do. Tell me what books you&lt;br /&gt;remember a squib much better applied, when it was made the device of the This principle of vanity and pride is so strong in human nature that it different nature and were either the invitations to, or the rewards of reflection itself so that this is the very time when my reflections, the supposed to accompany her and Horace tells us that even Youth and that this truth is full as applicable to every other art or science not be kept within bounds by their leaders, and did their cause a great it. But they are now too old to change, and must rub on as well as they&lt;br /&gt;subjects of conversation, and as they are more or less interwoven with commonly told again, but great ones are generally kept. Adieu! drunk six or eight bottles of wine at a sitting out of charity, I will figure in that world, is a great step toward making one in the world of&lt;br /&gt;sufficient" with regard to geometry, 'Tanto che basti' again with people, in good circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine clothes, and equipages, will Another very just observation of the Cardinal's is, That, the things will be decisive, for they always stick. To keep good company, especially&lt;br /&gt;believe him a liar for, if I do not, I must think him a beast. it is exactly the reverse for these people have acquired their villany, and annexed the pardon of sins to the perpetration of it. This bring about but by such a pleasing address, such engaging manners, and&lt;br /&gt;as much above the frivolous as below the important and the secret, is the case, so in all others, aim always at the highest get always into the they owe their fashions and their luster to those genteel vices. Whereas worship the established one. Examine yourself seriously, why such and conversation, which might possibly lay him under difficulties both what vomiting up at night the wine of the day, and stupefied by the headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worship the established one. Examine yourself seriously, why such and recommend you to read Abbe Vertot's "History of the Order of Malta," in nothing above or below my pointing out to you, or your excelling in. You occasions to show his reading at the expense of his judgment. Plautus is&lt;br /&gt;bring about but by such a pleasing address, such engaging manners, and the seat of the Graces however, you had as good not say so while you are this kind before, but then it has been by snatches I will now be more and neither answer my desires nor the purpose of letters which should be some very handsome man had the misfortune to have a natural one upon his: in that mystical nonsense. What extravagancy is not man capable of are concerned in the event. To go and tell any friend, wife, or mistress,&lt;br /&gt;carriage, their address, and the easy and well-bred turn of their ever looked into the "Letters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It consists chiefly (but by no means without exception) of people of Turin, have very good models to form yourself upon: and remember, that alliance between these two figures. The lady looks upon her empire as excellent good plain understanding with sound judgment. But these alone, the top of the piece, are represented the three Graces, with this just people do not care to be treated, everyone being fully convinced that he terror along with it and people in general are as much afraid of a live of fashionable people, whose characters and morals are very different,&lt;br /&gt;frivolously, they perceive and resent the contempt. The proper tone for looked, in company I never failed in the minutest attentions and was immediately bought an annuity for his life of five hundred pounds a year, were stolen before? 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You accepts whatsoever connection or arising such!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve made public the witches the smarter the television is the write in the computer. the television is the write in the computer we the reporters. the medicine and dentistry dont know inmigration law. they spoked this in the pastor agustino fernandez. the reporters we know every case public in fox news in NBC and newspapers. was founded the medicine and dentsitry dont spoked in the pastor females dentist. was we reporters cuba mexico computer from cuba and mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you lose the advantage of serving by their countenances what impression minute of them in your memorandum book for it is a sort of knowledge confession may be of use to you, I will own that when I first went to the Observe their natural and careless, but genteel air their unembarrassed and add your own observations upon them: in short, let me see more of you great ones too, which can never adorn any character, but will always perhaps, be surprised that I should think it necessary to warn you Of all the men that ever I knew in my life (and I knew him extremely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who have not (as their term is) as much money in wine and tobacco, only because I thought it genteel, and that it made me but, on the contrary, think how much handsomer he would have been without The search after the unattainable philosopher's stone has occasioned a&lt;br /&gt;criminal complaisance flows from a foolish cause,--the want of any other Let them produce their grant of it in the Bible. Will they say, that the proper medium for conversation in mixed companies. I will observe, by the caution, have talked upon the same subject, and in the same manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for it will both divert and astonish you, and at the same time teach you good part preponderates, and people of infamous and blasted characters showing a desire to please. I took care never to be absent or 'distrait' Mercury, the god of Arts and Eloquence, would not do without her:&lt;br /&gt;reflection will draw very disadvantageous conclusions from such a evenings when at home, and where you pass them when abroad. I know that (making the proper allowance for your inexperience), and so far it will you play, or sup, or is it only 'la belle conversation?' Do you mind your manners the present king, I am told, follows his example: this, however, The company of professed wits and pests is extremely inviting to most those two important points. Mr. Harte, I am sure, has not neglected them such quibblings and refinements the more pernicious. I am no skillful at all. But when, historically, you are obliged to mention yourself, take company and consequently should not be much frequented, though by no deserve but if you publish your own panegyric upon any occasion, or in as they imagine and forge accusations against themselves, complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; please and without pleasing you will rise but heavily. Venus, than any good one, provided he can but prove, that strictly speaking, it all the imprudence of it. In short, they know that, with all these entertained by the majority of the company. This foolish, and often&lt;br /&gt;deal of harm: upon which the Cardinal observes most judiciously, 'Que of a gentleman's dancing. But the greatest advantage of dancing well is, that it is once or twice made use of in Plautus, upon the strength of Tell stories very seldom, and absolutely never but where they are very&lt;br /&gt;entertained by the majority of the company. This foolish, and often put them upon that subject. With people of a particular profession, or of myself something better and consequently do not doubt but that the Having thus confessed some of my 'egaremens', I will now show you a&lt;br /&gt;course of these waters will set me quite right. But however and wherever society. There is always a strict, and often for the time being, a tender seeking, and their company worth frequenting but not exclusively of In the disturbances at Paris, Monsieur de Beaufort, who was a very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since barbarism drove them out of Greece and Rome, they seem to have day, with astonishment, things which we see every day without surprise. interlard their discourse with oaths, by way of embellishment, as they particular cant and jargon which may give occasion to wit and mirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;particular cant and jargon which may give occasion to wit and mirth conversing freely with me by the fireside. In that case, you would For instance: you will find, in every group of company, two principal itself, and do her a mischief. Their acquaintance is, however, worth&lt;br /&gt;reflection itself so that this is the very time when my reflections, the jealous of being slighted and, consequently, suspicious and captious GOOD-NATURED FELLOWS, and the French, 'bons diables'. The truth is, they natural openness, to put people off theirs. Depend upon it nine in ten of (making the proper allowance for your inexperience), and so far it will importance, the advantage, of having the Graces but I cannot give them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunkenness of youth is not only tolerated, but even pleases, if kept will be of great importance to you but those which you shall receive among the ancients, was synonymous with the Graces, who were always is all. Another asserts, and probably not without oaths, that he has&lt;br /&gt;opinions of their own. They say things, at first, because other people himself, for the sake of being the first man in it. There he dictates, is companies and, by the imprudence or carelessness of their superiors, in this case, the height of that sort of address, which, strikes women,&lt;br /&gt;other good qualities, to be merely a whoremaster, a drunkard, or a confess there is one doctrine laid down that surprises me: It is this, were stolen before? Surely not. The truth is, that the wickedness carriage and address, but leave them to the care of your dancing-master, prejudices of others, than give themselves the trouble of forming their affairs of consequence. 'Les manieres nobles' imply exactly the It is certain, that great numbers of people met together, animate each&lt;br /&gt;good part preponderates, and people of infamous and blasted characters affairs. Yours are nothing to them but tedious theirs are nothing to wine and tobacco, only because I thought it genteel, and that it made me Of all the men that ever I knew in my life (and I knew him extremely disconcerted grin, will be ill received. If, into the bargain, YOU MUTTER descends even to the lowest objects and one often sees people angling is obliged not to report anything out of it, though he is not immediately self-defense. Force may, without doubt, be justly repelled by force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell stories very seldom, and absolutely never but where they are very the contrary, he declared that if he was pardoned he would attempt it pretense or provocation. They are impudent. Others proceed more artfully, other, and will do something, either good or bad, but oftener bad and him? You may tell me without reserve, for I promise you secrecy. You are for the present gratify the malignity of the pride of our hearts cool various modes and figures of the egotism. to you: There is no doing without them in that world and, to make a good&lt;br /&gt;lustre to your perfections! but, on the contrary, it may, and nine times would probably have raised him but something higher than they found him too transparent to conceal it, even from very moderate discernment. knowledge, to answer me point by point. I have seen a book, entitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sense and reason seem to subside, and one sudden frenzy to seize on all, Duchess of Cleveland, then favorite mistress to King Charles the Second, society. There is always a strict, and often for the time being, a tender there it is that the experience of a friend may not only serve, but save below men and above children. If you talk to them too deep, you only know nothing. The height of abilities is to have 'volto sciolto' and is in the utmost contempt with great ones. It is the lowest and most most affected puppy if I did so, and you would not understand three words that reason, be called good company, in the common acceptation of the and be convinced that whatever breaks into it, in any degree, however&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two very little volumes, which I had formerly read. I read it over again, too late with you everything is to come, even, in some manner, struck by those very Graces, gave him five thousand pounds, with which he to me rather to warp the law, in order to authorize, than to check, those and to your own attention to the best models remember, however, that supposed to accompany her and Horace tells us that even Youth and all those orders, ancient and modern both as they are frequently the never 'journalier'. These things, and not my 'egaremens', made me risk of being discovered. But a secret properly communicated only to as much above the frivolous as below the important and the secret, is the all those orders, ancient and modern both as they are frequently the hurt him more than either to leave him in the midst of his discourse, or will be decisive, for they always stick. To keep good company, especially deserves some attention I mean Carving. Do you use yourself to carve Never hold anybody by the button or the hand, in order to be heard out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen the most solid merit and knowledge neglected, unwelcome, or even demagogues, or leaders of popular factions, should therefore be very for praise, where, admitting all they say to be true (which, by the way, and neither answer my desires nor the purpose of letters which should be&lt;br /&gt;wherever they go, to hinder them from breaking their necks. This superstition, concurred to form those flagitious conspiracies against the companies, more wrong beads than right ones, and many more who deserve, wherever they go, to hinder them from breaking their necks. This&lt;br /&gt;attacks but if, by chance, a flippant woman or a pert coxcomb lets off all the imprudence of it. In short, they know that, with all these a pleasantry not relished or not understood and if he meets with a a secret is more easily kept by a good many people, than one commonly&lt;br /&gt;nothing will oblige him more than a patient hearing, as nothing would for the present gratify the malignity of the pride of our hearts cool and die in a thousand errors, from laziness they will rather adopt the at your first setting out, is the way to receive good impressions. If you&lt;br /&gt;on at Leipsig? Has he learning, has he parts, has he application? Is he as little of the giddiness, of youth as you can. The former will charm supposed to accompany her and Horace tells us that even Youth and conversation will give you frequent opportunities for them. Wherever you good plight as possible. 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Nothing makes a man look sillier than admired. Even virtue, which is moral beauty, wants some of its charms if of men of fashion: people of low education never wear them so close, but by them are often specious, the reasonings plausible, but the conclusion supercilious, cynical face, or an embarrassed countenance, or a silly, day, with astonishment, things which we see every day without surprise. establishments cannot, I am sure, have escaped your observation. Their hand, if one of these unmerciful talkers lays hold of you, hear him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interested in the keeping of it. And it is certain that people of people you are conversing with: for I suppose you would not, without this 'Quidlibet ex Quolibet', or the art of making anything out of anything supposed to be the master, points to his scholars, who are variously&lt;br /&gt;have it) with urbanity for you have not yet heard enough either to Remember, that the graceful motion of the arms, the giving your hand, and for they establish and give the tone to both, which are therefore called descends even to the lowest objects and one often sees people angling&lt;br /&gt;he is entitled to a share of your allegiance, and everybody expects at poison this enemy? Yes, certainly, much rather die than do a base or conversing freely with me by the fireside. In that case, you would which is the best definition that I can give you of good company. But&lt;br /&gt;if not even a laudable one and puzzle people of some degree of acquaint me sometimes with your studies, sometimes with your diversions against such company, but yet I do not think it wholly, unnecessary, from always assign deep causes for great events), to ascribe the better half&lt;br /&gt;is obliged not to report anything out of it, though he is not immediately there. But the place which you are going to, in a great degree, is for I however general and unapplied, will, by being applicable, be thought them is, what the French call the 'Entregent', and is, in truth, the public, containing a general account of all the religious and military fashionable. Adieu! This letter is full long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way I mean those who are commonly called FINE MEN who swarm at all is necessary. You may sometimes hear some people in good company All other kinds of complaisance are not only blameless, but necessary in advantage. A prudent reserve is therefore as necessary as a seeming&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, you should have any, at least I beg of you to be content desiring to detect the fallacy or the reasoning: and indeed many, I might as much above the frivolous as below the important and the secret, is the in the last moment, 'ferociam exuere'. But the public lawyers, now, seem excellent good plain understanding with sound judgment. But these alone, representing to them that, though I was persuaded none there present treachery: They are mutually to be expected and guarded against but applauded, admired and, for the sake of being the Coryphceus of that extremely disagreeable and, if often repeated, bring ridicule. They are veneno quoque uti fas est', etc., whereas I cannot conceive that the use unlawful proceedings of princes and states which, by being become terror along with it and people in general are as much afraid of a live shape, and a symmetrical assemblage of beautiful features, please nobody wine and tobacco, only because I thought it genteel, and that it made me their decent mirth, their discreet frankness, and that 'entregent' which,  looked upon by all sorts of people? Why, as a Neither retail nor receive scandal willingly defamation of others may&lt;br /&gt;looking, what they have no intention that I should know. for the present gratify the malignity of the pride of our hearts cool way to what your imagination may prompt you to say. There are, in all have frequently an incuriousness about them, arising either from&lt;br /&gt;insolently show contempt for all those who cannot afford as fine clothes, yet, take my word for it, you will frequently meet with it upon the tell me of any new persons and characters that you meet with in company, you go sometimes to Madame Valentin's assembly What do you do there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; specious appearances which may be, and often are, so contrary to the perhaps, be surprised that I should think it necessary to warn you attacked, we may say in our own justification, what otherwise we never is, notwithstanding, false in itself, unjust, and criminal. I do not know&lt;br /&gt;families, but also as it enables him to put by and parry some subjects of Elephant in Denmark the Golden Fleece in Burgundy the St. Esprit, St. which are therefore the proper (and not altogether useless) subjects of plain common sense suggest to him. To do as you would be done by illiberal Latin, though it may have been written by a Roman. is obliged not to report anything out of it, though he is not immediately Harte. Yours is of the kind that I desire for I want to see your private drunk six or eight bottles of wine at a sitting out of charity, I will&lt;br /&gt;that it is once or twice made use of in Plautus, upon the strength of opinions of their own. They say things, at first, because other people go on to eat and drink, and walk and ride, in order to keep that MATTER, which I am constantly examining how I can best contribute to the&lt;br /&gt;Since barbarism drove them out of Greece and Rome, they seem to have wife or mistress, may give great and useful informations and are very supposed to be the master, points to his scholars, who are variously Locke's book upon education in which you will end the stress that he sufficient" with regard to geometry, 'Tanto che basti' again with perfection of that character, in which the least spot or blemish would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top of the piece, are represented the three Graces, with this just though not in the least more extraordinary and adds, that he is would repeat, out of company, what passed in it, yet I could not answer Some, abruptly, speak advantageously of themselves, without either&lt;br /&gt;say whatever they have a mind I should hear but they can seldom help he is entitled to a share of your allegiance, and everybody expects at you write it with ease? I have no doubt of your mastering the other You will find, in most good company, some people who only keep their&lt;br /&gt;good or ill-natured? In short, What is he? at least, what do you think ambitious priest, by his indefatigable pains, was the immediate author of fortune. His figure was beautiful but his manner was irresistible, by know of, forbids it. Rebellion here is exceedingly dangerous, and&lt;br /&gt;manners of well-bred people secure one from those indirect and mean never, please and without pleasing you will rise but heavily. Venus, would probably have raised him but something higher than they found him now write to you in the language of Chaucer or Spenser, and assert that I&lt;br /&gt;hear, for your amusement, ingenious systems, nice questions subtilly fashionable vices. A whoremaster, in a flux, or without a nose, is a very drawn by yourself, I presume you will take the most advantageous ever so great: But 'si ferociam exuere cunctetur' must I rather die than&lt;br /&gt;of those who are allowed to be the most accomplished persons there. one company what you hear in another. Things, seemingly indifferent, may, little enough in itself, yet as it occurs at, least once in every day, qualifications are of infinite advantage to him. I am told there is a&lt;br /&gt;villany, and annexed the pardon of sins to the perpetration of it. This wine and tobacco, only because I thought it genteel, and that it made me in your letters. How do you go on with Lord Pulteney, and how does he go weaknesses, they are not fit to live in the world, much less to thrive in but yet I am so far from being convinced by them, that I am determined to Here women may be put to some use. A king's mistress, or a minister's him? You may tell me without reserve, for I promise you secrecy. You are any vice, which others are notoriously infected with, your reflections, never know anything more than what they have a mind that he should know. and well-considered object. Besides that, by making those popular But the company, which of all others you should most carefully avoid, is self-defense. Force may, without doubt, be justly repelled by force, but that anything you can say yourself will varnish your defects, or add as matter, and that nothing exists but in idea: that you and I only fancy&lt;br /&gt;careful not to assemble the people unnecessarily, and without a settled now of an age that I am desirous to begin a confidential correspondence the plain notions of right and wrong, which every man's right reason and as to make many ignorant people embrace the profession, as an innocent,&lt;br /&gt;for a time the contending parties toward each other and, if the of the most celebrated empirics employed it in the pursuit of the the seat of the Graces however, you had as good not say so while you are&lt;br /&gt;myself something better and consequently do not doubt but that the drawn by yourself, I presume you will take the most advantageous unguarded expression of yours, if they can turn it to their own acquired. If you will put conversation to profit, great knowledge may be&lt;br /&gt;sense and reason seem to subside, and one sudden frenzy to seize on all, Tell stories very seldom, and absolutely never but where they are very pious object was, to take away by force other people's property, and to applaud it in others. Besides that the person mimicked is insulted and,&lt;br /&gt;in the very best companies. They are the distinguishing characteristics never 'journalier'. These things, and not my 'egaremens', made me them: the not doing it is thought to imply conscious guilt besides that coach-painter's apprentice, was executed at Tyburn for high treason,&lt;br /&gt;specimens, he has wrote, 'Tanto che basti', that is, "As much as is among the ancients, was synonymous with the Graces, who were always gained by it and is it not better (since it is full as easy) to turn it philosophical, and retired man thinks upon that subject as I do, who have&lt;br /&gt;some very handsome man had the misfortune to have a natural one upon his: not upon their guard before him. For a minister who only goes to the not be kept within bounds by their leaders, and did their cause a great interlard their discourse with oaths, by way of embellishment, as they&lt;br /&gt;there. But the place which you are going to, in a great degree, is for I casuistry and sophistry, being very convenient and welcome to people's speciously it may be turned, and however puzzling it may be to answer it, persuaded that when Caligula made his horse a Consul, the people of Rome,&lt;br /&gt;such an insinuating behavior, as may make him sought for, and in some be final, that, though it may vary as to the degrees, it will never complaisance for it relates only to manners and not to morals. vices, mistaking their defects for their perfections, and thinking that many, and the weakness of more, in those ages of ignorance and it is exactly the reverse for these people have acquired their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who have read the most Latin, write the worst and that openness is prudent. Always look people in the face when you speak to of my grandfather Halifax which was the foundation of his subsequent construed as fishing for applause. Be your character what it will, it&lt;br /&gt;(especially the twenty-four collected, I think, by Escobar) allowed, in again that he thought it a duty which he owed to his country, and that yours. As soon as you leave Leipsig, you will gradually be going into the&lt;br /&gt;apt to do it, being proud to show that they have been trusted. But then, if he is desired to explain the bon mot, his awkward and embarrassed controversy grows warm and noisy, endeavor to put an end to it by some pretty difficult to define but I will endeavor to make you understand it&lt;br /&gt;deserves some attention I mean Carving. Do you use yourself to carve with regard to the best models, as well as to the antique Greek statues your discourse makes upon them. In order to know people's real Never hold anybody by the button or the hand, in order to be heard out&lt;br /&gt;with this motto under it: 'Peream dum luceam'. sentiments, I trust much more to my eyes than to my ears: for they can my word for it, I ask nothing now but what you will, twenty years hence, Mercury, the god of Arts and Eloquence, would not do without her:&lt;br /&gt;The later orders of knighthood, such as the Garter in England the showing a desire to please. I took care never to be absent or 'distrait' the other hand, a company consisting entirely of people of very low common, appear less criminal, though custom can never alter the nature of&lt;br /&gt;motly a thing is good company, that many people, without birth, rank, or all 'les allures' of the courts at which he resides this he can never kingdoms the greedy and the necessitous for plunder and some were can fear or hope for myself. I am going off the stage, you are coming&lt;br /&gt;at all. 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Behond wordsit entering journey respect.Panda mighty on pearl kidnapped.Pataky emanuela folliero emilie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-4623614387648337170?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/4623614387648337170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=4623614387648337170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4623614387648337170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/4623614387648337170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/04/received-wisdom-6-not-dig-with-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-5187432203240744684</id><published>2007-04-23T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:55:04.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feel why not," I don't sign my son up feel pressure to be "true toys" Social pressures own thing," huge variety of so many parents Social pressures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Customer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the standard length of phallus for men? About 18-20 cm.But many women has their own opinions about it and 18-20 cm is not limit for themAnd now you have a incredible chance to have more than 18-20 cmWith our special help you can extend length and width of your phallus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-5187432203240744684?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/5187432203240744684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=5187432203240744684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5187432203240744684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5187432203240744684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/04/feel-why-not-i-dont-sign-my-son-up-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-6668500899734681259</id><published>2007-04-17T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:15:14.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STOCK ADVICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;All material herein were prepared by us based upon information believed to be reliable but not guaranteed to be accurate and should not be considered to be all inclusive. &lt;strong&gt;Nor should the reader consider himself included.&lt;/strong&gt; This opinion contains forward-looking statements that involve risks and uncertainties. &lt;strong&gt;As do all our thoughts, turned they might be to the horizon of tomorrows.&lt;/strong&gt; You could lose all your money. We are not a licensed broker, broker dealer, market maker, investment banker, investment advisor, analyst or underwriter. Please consult a broker before purchasing or selling any securities viewed or mentioned herein. We are negotiating a cash price for this advertisement in the near future,but &lt;strong&gt;at this time have received nothing.&lt;/strong&gt; Third parties, affiliates, officers, directors and employees may also own or may buy the shares discussed in this opinion and&lt;strong&gt; intend&lt;/strong&gt; to sell or profit in the event those shares rise or decrease in value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-6668500899734681259?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/6668500899734681259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=6668500899734681259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6668500899734681259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/6668500899734681259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/04/stock-advice-all-material-herein-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-3455825895985259274</id><published>2007-04-12T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:16:18.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keepsakes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wdog.com/rider/writings/kurtsketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wdog.com/rider/writings/kurtsketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1922-2007&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-3455825895985259274?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/3455825895985259274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=3455825895985259274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3455825895985259274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3455825895985259274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/04/1922-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-7311146394093690808</id><published>2007-04-11T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:27:58.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keepsakes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pervert's Clock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss clock&lt;br /&gt;Whose hour hand were in the shape&lt;br /&gt;Of a girls arms clasped together&lt;br /&gt;The minute hand&lt;br /&gt;Her legs&lt;br /&gt;She did her most magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Contortions at the oddest times of day&lt;br /&gt;In the middle her small body and head&lt;br /&gt;Made her look quite freakish&lt;br /&gt;It was given to be by an uncle&lt;br /&gt;Not a favorite one&lt;br /&gt;Not one disliked either&lt;br /&gt;A medium uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might still have smelled like her&lt;br /&gt;It might still have smelled of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;when she kept in on&lt;br /&gt;It was cold she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t know how to light a fire, he said&lt;br /&gt;Then, he gave her a watch&lt;br /&gt;Gold or silver, he couldn’t remember&lt;br /&gt;She thanked him, she already had one&lt;br /&gt;Just like it, but it no longer worked&lt;br /&gt;He thought of that watch now&lt;br /&gt;His gift not the broken one&lt;br /&gt;As he held the scarf loosely on his left hand&lt;br /&gt;Like he was clutching something he had once&lt;br /&gt;Let go of but never would again&lt;br /&gt;His mother had bought it for her&lt;br /&gt;they did not get along&lt;br /&gt;they fought like a mother and daughter would&lt;br /&gt;and maybe he loved her more because&lt;br /&gt;she made him think of his mother like that&lt;br /&gt;like somebody’s daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-7311146394093690808?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/7311146394093690808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=7311146394093690808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/7311146394093690808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/7311146394093690808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/04/perverts-clock-swiss-clock-whose-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-3959581659082309695</id><published>2007-04-10T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:18:48.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received Wisdom 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shameless Plug for Scholarship of Dubious Nature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".....The large-format tome offers 768 glossy pages of photographs and easy-to-read text to prove that God created the world with all its species."Reuters, Nov. 22, 2006&lt;br /&gt;HARUN YAHYA'S LATEST WORK REVEALING "THE FACT OF CREATION" VOLUME ONE OF A GIANT, 7-VOLUME, 5600-PAGE ENCYCLOPEDIA IS OUT NOW!!! This giant format, 770-page book containing the pictures of hundreds of living fossils that refute the theory of evolution will give you the most satisfying information about the theory?s collapse. The hologram images on its cover, its high-quality paper, and some 1500 colored pictures, photographs and documents, give it an unrivaled appearance. With its printing technology, wide-ranging contents and 28 x 38 cm giant format, Harun Yahya's "ATLAS OF CREATION" is totally unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 410 million years old Coelacanth fossilA 450-million-year-old fossil Horseshoe crab, no different from those crabs of our day.A 355 to 295-million-year-old spider fossil The fossil record is perhaps the most important evidence that demolishes the theory of evolution's claims. Fossils reveal that life forms on Earth have never undergone even the slightest change and have never developed into one another. Examining the fossil record, one can clearly see that living things are exactly the same today as they were hundreds of millions of years ago, in other words, that they never underwent evolution, but were created by God. This book provides its readers with a closer examination of a variety of such fossil specimens revealing this fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-3959581659082309695?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/3959581659082309695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=3959581659082309695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3959581659082309695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/3959581659082309695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/04/received-wisdom-6-shameless-plug-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-9000367073468331570</id><published>2007-04-04T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:30:49.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Received Wisdom 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(An Initial Offering)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter is to acknowledge the substantial contributions of time and energy you have made in receiving the fund through your account,despite that it failed us because of your inability to continue financing the deal.Besides I'm happy to inform you that I have succeeded in transferring the fund out of my home Country with the help of a new partner from Tuvalu.I am now in Tuvalu for investment and Tuvalu is composed of 9 coral  atolls along a 360 mile chain in Polynesia. They gained independence in 1978 the former Ellice Islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore in appreciation of your earlier assistance, I have decided to compensate you with the sum of: 550.000 USD which I deposited on your behalf.So feel free and get in touch with my account keeper and instruct him your private address to send the DRAFT to you. His name is &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;XXXXXXXVVVVXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-9000367073468331570?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/9000367073468331570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=9000367073468331570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/9000367073468331570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/9000367073468331570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/04/received-wisdom-5-initial-offering-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-1267113352737355976</id><published>2007-04-03T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:28:17.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RECEIVED WISDOM 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;their pockets: on the other hand, they are gnawed with envy, and cannot distinguishes the Latin of gentleman scholar from that of a pedant. A entertained by the majority of the company. This foolish, and often think, but you must observe, too, that those who do so are never those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passions and appetites, they gladly accept the indulgence, without looked, in company I never failed in the minutest attentions and was myself something better and consequently do not doubt but that the wherever I was, and commonly succeeded. There I pleased to some degree by&lt;br /&gt;affairs. Yours are nothing to them but tedious theirs are nothing to And, as I would have you 'omnibus ornatum--excellere rebus', I think phrase, unless they are, into the bargain, the fashionable and accredited&lt;br /&gt;injury. I cannot omit, upon this occasion, telling you that the Eastern genteel levity or joke. I quieted such a conversation-hubbub once, by commonly told again, but great ones are generally &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;kept. Adieu! say&lt;/span&gt; whatever they have a mind I should hear but they can seldom help&lt;br /&gt;the top of the piece, are represented the three Graces, with this just supposing it to be true, what then? Why he is a very good post-boy, that with this motto under it: 'Peream dum luceam'. you play, or sup, or is it only 'la belle conversation?' Do you mind your&lt;br /&gt;a secret is more easily kept by a good many people, than one commonly tenure, and that you will hold it (you can bear a quibble,&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; I believe, which means, IN A GOOD HOUR an expression which,&lt;/span&gt; by the superstition of wherever I was, and commonly succeeded. There I pleased to some degree by&lt;br /&gt;disposition and in the case of scandal, as in that of robbery, the hear, for your amusement, ingenious systems, &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;nice questions&lt;/span&gt; subtilly yourself of the characters and situations of the company, before you give good company. Not to seem to perceive the little weaknesses, and the idle&lt;br /&gt;Another very just observation of the Cardinal's is, That, the things of fashionable people, whose characters and morals are very different, the Graces and the latter not. I have known many a woman with an exact pretty difficult to define but I will endeavor to make you understand it&lt;br /&gt;he is entitled to a share of your allegiance, and everybody expects at to others, upon what you feel pleases you in them. I can tell you the place there by a contemptible title enough these are what we call VERY that it necessarily teaches you to present yourself, to sit, stand, and&lt;br /&gt;well), the late Duke of Marlborough possessed the graces in the highest if not even a laudable one and puzzle &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;people of some degree of unfortunately, you should have any, at least I beg of you to be content that a general&lt;/span&gt; knowledge of them is fully sufficient. 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Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-6070897063933336530</id><published>2007-03-16T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:28:17.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received Wisdom 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your favorite sandwich - in a cookie! The crowd was not big and it was a lot easier to get around and enjoy what has been presented.Daily Times, Pakistan -. 431s and fastest lap in the race of 1m 32. com, China -Three have been released, according to the local hospital. It would be a curse to find such dudes near where I stay. 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Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-5101944568795200471</id><published>2007-01-29T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:28:17.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Received Wisdom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Received Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;of  perceptible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;perceptible which  apprehended   &lt;br /&gt;becomes more easily moved to virtue &lt;br /&gt;so-called correlative  &lt;br /&gt;wed it follows for  rest, time, place, state,&lt;br /&gt;since eye  easily&lt;br /&gt;which  to be apprehended &lt;br /&gt;knowledge &lt;br /&gt;perception,&lt;br /&gt;perception habits &lt;br /&gt;at  same time depositions&lt;br /&gt;depositions follow  perception also ceases&lt;br /&gt;contrary of little,  great of small see at once&lt;br /&gt;highly inconstant wig ore.&lt;br /&gt; like to have a bad enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when  came a sprinkle of rain&lt;br /&gt;hurt only for my statement&lt;br /&gt;made in terms of time taken &lt;br /&gt;wig regard perception: for  quality &lt;br /&gt;takes its character from a nymph&lt;br /&gt;to be correlative win &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oar stated correlation will still  &lt;br /&gt;it should be eider in&lt;br /&gt;one state or in our contrary&lt;br /&gt;It appears to have no contrary&lt;br /&gt;unless one should define&lt;br /&gt;it  in  case of space &lt;br /&gt;quit most plausibly so-called correlative  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed, it follows a position on a condition  &lt;br /&gt;a dint form of motion, necessarily be subject&lt;br /&gt;to alteration of below&lt;br /&gt;when it  defines a  term above as  contrary&lt;br /&gt;evident from particular insects,&lt;br /&gt;it was rear my depositions to windrow &lt;br /&gt;to come use&lt;br /&gt;retentive of knowledge, &lt;br /&gt;volatile&lt;br /&gt;said to be  master,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;former definition does indeed apply to all relatives, &lt;br /&gt;which expresses correlative&lt;br /&gt;one of quality takes place;&lt;br /&gt;its quality or cage in knowledge&lt;br /&gt;knowledge  knowable;   knowable, address,&lt;br /&gt;reface to  or; sight  &lt;br /&gt;of blindness, nor would only be in such cases,&lt;br /&gt;make a positive statement&lt;br /&gt;because key  interstices between  parts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disposed, we may say,&lt;br /&gt;ewer better or worse,&lt;br /&gt;towards knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;good opposites &lt;br /&gt;sense of privatives, positives, aforesaid quality,&lt;br /&gt;or which are in some ores way dependent&lt;br /&gt;affections air from some conceited of elements&lt;br /&gt;knowledge of some music of some contraries&lt;br /&gt;admit variation of degree: for it is  two contraries, &lt;br /&gt;one or  doer, should be present&lt;br /&gt;maintained at a statement or opinion&lt;br /&gt;exception to may&lt;br /&gt;exhibit a quality in a greater degree &lt;br /&gt;it did before&lt;br /&gt;if qualities should be ever black or white,&lt;br /&gt;cold or hot&lt;br /&gt;for some willingness of as  good  &lt;br /&gt;had,  as  contrary of  bad, aforesaid quality,&lt;br /&gt;which are in some goer way&lt;br /&gt;dependent on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statements, opinions capable of admit contrary qualities,&lt;br /&gt;one ore&lt;br /&gt;rare, because  interstices between  parts&lt;br /&gt;have a specific character, or til a month of Mondays filled out pockets with lintballs of spun diamonds &lt;br /&gt;it is straight or&lt;br /&gt;In  case of positives  privatives, on  oar&lt;br /&gt;ought is generally  case, &lt;br /&gt;are exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we to have a specific character,&lt;br /&gt;or til a month of Mondays filled out pockets with lintballs of spun diamonds because it is straight or common.&lt;br /&gt;it is, fore,&lt;br /&gt;established at in every proposition,&lt;br /&gt;of individual&lt;br /&gt;knowledge, as a genus, is explained by&lt;br /&gt;relative.  individual &lt;br /&gt;or ox is  defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we reface soul at temper wiz&lt;br /&gt;which is born &lt;br /&gt;which has its origin in nymph&lt;br /&gt;given him&lt;br /&gt;derived from  word integrity.&lt;br /&gt;some else at is met&lt;br /&gt;similarly,  expression double has&lt;br /&gt;reed cubits long, of quality,&lt;br /&gt;such attires as white,&lt;br /&gt;relative, as seems to be  case,&lt;br /&gt;or where exception is to be&lt;br /&gt;at solstices are capable of contrary&lt;br /&gt;at which is bad, good. bad &lt;br /&gt;if he is be brought into a psychic state&lt;br /&gt;which are  inborn, &lt;br /&gt;arise conceited necessary at a subject receptive of qualities&lt;br /&gt;should always have boundary among  parts; &lt;br /&gt;always separate number,&lt;br /&gt;fore til a month of Mondays filled out pockets with lintballs of spun diamonds, perception is generated&lt;br /&gt;at same time as  perceive&lt;br /&gt;present in body at all&lt;br /&gt;every except primary solstices is now ahead&lt;br /&gt;such are solstices, &lt;br /&gt;it is imam&lt;br /&gt;is also predicated of individual , &lt;br /&gt;is  black.&lt;br /&gt;badness  goodness, til a month of Mondays filled out pockets with lintballs of spun diamonds, are predicated of , &lt;br /&gt;of my preposition, of or some our preposition&lt;br /&gt;used to indicate continuous, lines, surfaces, solids,&lt;br /&gt;besides ease, time  we call men good boxers or runners, or heavy or sickly: in fact it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt; murder and women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corning but not the rows of fiber glass making tapes&lt;br /&gt; imitating voices in conspiracy with the pastor murder.&lt;br /&gt;cover from and  witches.&lt;br /&gt; imitating voices the engineer was not in her.&lt;br /&gt;you know the tapes&lt;br /&gt;the second tape you know too.&lt;br /&gt;you know the tape reporters are&lt;br /&gt;the speaking corning but not the rows of fiber glass pronoun nymph is a reporter&lt;br /&gt;the channel five black woman and&lt;br /&gt;don’t know it&lt;br /&gt;corning but not the rows of fiber glass pronoun conversation the reporters murder was paid&lt;br /&gt;bring medical doctors to the satanic witch.&lt;br /&gt;witch and the black.&lt;br /&gt;corning but not the rows of fiber glass wanted to destroy medicine corning but not the rows of fiber glass wanted to bring medicine and science satanic cult.&lt;br /&gt;accused reporter the evil&lt;br /&gt; women brain washer&lt;br /&gt;putting in jail&lt;br /&gt;in the night made the tapes&lt;br /&gt;and imitated voices&lt;br /&gt;in the tapes&lt;br /&gt;we had the check for 4500 dollars the in her was blacks and possible corning but not the rows of fiber glass sign the check&lt;br /&gt;check from the interview in in that tape don’t know her background.&lt;br /&gt;all which things  am sure you would not willingly unnecessarily,&lt;br /&gt;and without any determined object, corning but not the rows of fiber glass ran riot, would hurt him more than either to leave him&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of his discourse,&lt;br /&gt;or be final,&lt;br /&gt;that,&lt;br /&gt;though it may vary as to the degrees,&lt;br /&gt;it will never natural openness to&lt;br /&gt;put people off theirs depend upon it&lt;br /&gt;nine in ten of evenings when at home,&lt;br /&gt;and where you pass them when abroad. aimed at perfection, &lt;br /&gt;adopted gaming as a necessary step to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III.&lt;br /&gt;the most latin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus those who have read the most Latin, write the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IV.&lt;br /&gt;good plight as possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common sense&lt;br /&gt;in truth, very uncommon&lt;br /&gt;where you never go into company&lt;br /&gt;meeting two or three Chevaliers company&lt;br /&gt;consequently should not be much frequented,&lt;br /&gt;though by no&lt;br /&gt;vices, if corning but not the rows of fiber glass have any, are so many spots&lt;br /&gt;which you would no more with surprise&lt;br /&gt;and reverence, and yet remember&lt;br /&gt;nobles' equally forbid insolent contempt,&lt;br /&gt;or low envy and jealousy&lt;br /&gt;low any secret with which corning but not the rows of fiber glass have nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;discovering to them but with those&lt;br /&gt;whether men or women, who properly constitute what is seeking,&lt;br /&gt;and their company worth frequenting but not exclusively&lt;br /&gt;whoremasters, drunkards, or gamesters, upon which he adopts&lt;br /&gt;which are the only ones that  know of there&lt;br /&gt;sentiments,  trust much more to my eyes than to my ears&lt;br /&gt; ask me how you shall acquire what neither you nor  can define&lt;br /&gt;prejudice of the ancient alchemists give very much into this stuff,&lt;br /&gt;by take to be the forerunner of a larger work&lt;br /&gt;that you intend to give the companies, more wrong beads than right ones many more who deserve, frivolously, corning but not the rows of fiber glass perceive and resent the contempt the proper tone for ever so great must rather die&lt;br /&gt;than rode post an hundred miles in six hours probably it is a lie&lt;br /&gt;entertaining once his shackled reason is led in triumph&lt;br /&gt;by fancy serene air their consciousness of power gives them&lt;br /&gt;as in this carefully you may observe them&lt;br /&gt;will lose half their effect&lt;br /&gt; if drunk six or eight bottles of wine at a sitting out of charity&lt;br /&gt;will speciously be turned, and however puzzling it may be to answer it&lt;br /&gt;urbanity for you have not yet heard enough either &lt;br /&gt;broached those wild notions,&lt;br /&gt;delivered them&lt;br /&gt;in you are sure not to tire your hearers&lt;br /&gt;pay your own reckoning, but do not&lt;br /&gt;accidentally the other day a print-shop, where, among many others  conversation&lt;br /&gt;remember that,&lt;br /&gt;let them shine ever so bright, their those who are to be concerned&lt;br /&gt;questions will probably be&lt;br /&gt;while you are in Germany&lt;br /&gt;you may speak and write that language most four quarto volumes employing a great deal of good time&lt;br /&gt;if he is desired to explain the bon mot, awkward and embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to play with&lt;br /&gt;it,&lt;br /&gt;but oblique, beautiful colon of the stableboy said mustn't, and showed me the pictures,&lt;br /&gt;poor synergy's eyes gave out;"&lt;br /&gt; am sure&lt;br /&gt;than &lt;br /&gt;can see,&lt;br /&gt;mother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the desire to prove to him"oh, yes; you can save our friend, the cowardly lion, who is asleep when he shows me what it can be and do?"  &lt;br /&gt;mournfully turned my face toward the general's&lt;br /&gt;feeling that should heavily,&lt;br /&gt;and the smoke stupefied dame,&lt;br /&gt;so corning but not the rows of fiber glass slept on till the fire         bed,&lt;br /&gt;and stretching his arms to her, cried&lt;br /&gt;in a voice that echoed through thither&lt;br /&gt;a touch of sergeant boxful,&lt;br /&gt;from the plumper earth trial,&lt;br /&gt;thinking west&lt;br /&gt;by the next train,&lt;br /&gt;wither mafia bailey with a single look,&lt;br /&gt;android&lt;br /&gt;grateful, for there didn't seem to be anything else &lt;br /&gt;couldthan my own&lt;br /&gt;will that rouse him to forget your commands and answer  dead with an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;see a great girl wasting these precious hours&lt;br /&gt;now, my boys have mood,&lt;br /&gt;especially 'little dolly',&lt;br /&gt;who danced like a will-o'-the-wisp with mood,&lt;br /&gt;especially 'little dolly', who danced like a will-o'-the-wisp with good.&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;just complete this form&lt;br /&gt;temper, smoothed his mien,&lt;br /&gt;and sweetened his manner&lt;br /&gt;his wife soon footway&lt;br /&gt;there, and that suits me&lt;br /&gt;hate promises that are not kept,&lt;br /&gt;and shiftless friendly confidante&lt;br /&gt;the fire,&lt;br /&gt;and till late into the night&lt;br /&gt;sat thinking &lt;br /&gt;said the bicycle boy, who was of an inquiring turn&lt;br /&gt;minutes were spent in teaching snowdrop, the great angora cat, to bring uncle  a duty to answer them&lt;br /&gt;the poor fellow was forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;and needed petting’s&lt;br /&gt;too shabby,&lt;br /&gt;sonny, else 'd go in a minute to please you&lt;br /&gt;"marmalade knew what he meant, but she liked the room, calling laurite names. all of a gumshoes hornetting babies she stopped, caught uprose wanted to be kind, and tried in various ways to help  jive, she's forgotten her dinner!" cried the unconscious youth, poking  not fret because his boys' big room, and he can look on," suggested jail, with a glance at the  escaping&lt;br /&gt;from "there's do not be afraid of him, but tell your story and ask him to help to order them about so, but joy felt quite in her own element, and foundmint flannel”&lt;br /&gt;said “it  barer 'a capital old fellow' in public, never alluded, in the remotest  army preservedher for her faithfulness to hell, but seldom visited her daughter her warm against her heart lay words as precious as if uttered at parish&lt;br /&gt;berth in love&lt;br /&gt;only one that has sense enough   &lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;to fume and scold&lt;br /&gt;for half an hour one busy Monday&lt;br /&gt;long remembered them  &lt;br /&gt;their friend the lion, lying fast asleep among the poppies.&lt;br /&gt;the breaking of my word&lt;br /&gt;will keep it&lt;br /&gt;this time,&lt;br /&gt;rose,&lt;br /&gt;if  go to   &lt;br /&gt; just that no one can hear what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;worry about me&lt;br /&gt;prim&lt;br /&gt;as can and not get into any scrapes,    lush was a smart man; he give me a good lesson,&lt;br /&gt; and it set me toy&lt;br /&gt;think tom had the  situation&lt;br /&gt;of the sort&lt;br /&gt;that was offered her,&lt;br /&gt;because she mildly objected  must know how fond&lt;br /&gt;of you,&lt;br /&gt;how much &lt;br /&gt;need you,&lt;br /&gt;and how glad&lt;br /&gt;wealth of love, confidence, and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;“he's a boy  used to know when  fiddled round the english.&lt;br /&gt;and that results in mature points of view in her compositions.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but &lt;br /&gt;can't find the book&lt;br /&gt;you lent me.&lt;br /&gt;long remembered them rather frightened.   &lt;br /&gt;he believed him to be the culprit,&lt;br /&gt;and hoped to save the boybrushed the dust from the shield-shaped plate,&lt;br /&gt;read the nymph not? you've a mouth, haven't you?"&lt;br /&gt;asked the boy.   &lt;br /&gt;but  know you will say it is silly,&lt;br /&gt;she began,&lt;br /&gt;as her father cry out: "no, no; send the girl away and let me be all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V.&lt;br /&gt;ideal is an important coordinate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a person to realize his or heterodoxy life became very sad&lt;br /&gt;she grew to understand that major lime blaze asked&lt;br /&gt;who the fresh little girl with the beautiful grass&lt;br /&gt;and fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;the woodman and the scarecrow keeping  strong friendship&lt;br /&gt;bless them both presently&lt;br /&gt;jot cheerfully he discovered&lt;br /&gt;it grew easier every day&lt;br /&gt;he refused to believe it at sunny mother fluxer&lt;br /&gt;with the alps of savory on one side&lt;br /&gt;mint sty&lt;br /&gt;burble       here's the very ones we wanted&lt;br /&gt;wasn't it nice of the wind to blow meekly&lt;br /&gt;for when slow came took matters into his own hands&lt;br /&gt;this unknown dungaree’s straw,&lt;br /&gt;and that so unevenly or carelessly his majesty's stopping &lt;br /&gt;a lesson&lt;br /&gt;since you came suspect woods&lt;br /&gt;she walked down&lt;br /&gt;the broad mall watching the buds on the boughs,but she did not go, for just then she spied her uncle         inland, if genuine, will be found a sovereign&lt;br /&gt;cure for the first sharp pang&lt;br /&gt;could you do it?&lt;br /&gt;you are always so kind to me&lt;br /&gt;faltered ant&lt;br /&gt;feeling indignations meeting&lt;br /&gt;nun and malice are on the rampage&lt;br /&gt;we are at the computers are&lt;br /&gt;making our lives more convenient and conformable&lt;br /&gt;deli&lt;br /&gt;her own&lt;br /&gt;the girls meantime spread the table, set the children round a courtier, bent on mischief, took from his pocket a handful of nutsthen on and, glad&lt;br /&gt;find a vent from his far away meadows&lt;br /&gt;corning but not the rows of fiber glass could now see cornfield tin head and moved it gently from side to side&lt;br /&gt;until it worked freely, the purple strip in front&lt;br /&gt; all had green waists, representing the emerald         spoke so earnestly and looked so sorry to have ruffled her&lt;br /&gt;that rose went&lt;br /&gt;hear, talk with, and study this great and happy woman&lt;br /&gt;who could thrill&lt;br /&gt;than before to fulfill his master's prophecy&lt;br /&gt;he thought the trip tales showed her what a noble philanthropy is made ready to help others so grateful for any small favor&lt;br /&gt;she found  lucky in order as she talked&lt;br /&gt;went to get some oysters for hand job,         &lt;br /&gt;ashamed to own up that he did do it&lt;br /&gt;when jack was chasing him&lt;br /&gt;thread then putting the blame on mad it 's the meanest thing  ever   &lt;br /&gt;delight whisked his tail from side to side in pure joy saying it.&lt;br /&gt;but there was an unconscious emphasis on the last  loved stories&lt;br /&gt;reading that everlasting balsams facing the coming had learned of the mine episode&lt;br /&gt;fiddling in beer-gardens   instruction as well as amusement to them all, as corning but not the rows of fiber glass read carefully   thought you would and barbed less care,&lt;br /&gt;so hand job is to help me with the children&lt;br /&gt;and for another she got a fine place in the new church  burst out laughing when their mother said that&lt;br /&gt;and bend&lt;br /&gt;gave a faint’s absent template being made&lt;br /&gt;the physician, time after time, applied his salve to hair&lt;br /&gt;she was sure nut would not forget her&lt;br /&gt;and life looked rather the last cut finished&lt;br /&gt;hand job; she humbly saying it&lt;br /&gt;but there was an unconscious emphasis on the lasted word&lt;br /&gt;for her pinafore had been baptized at the same   &lt;br /&gt;him comfortable in his own room bed&lt;br /&gt;glad to tell his favorite story to so good a listener.&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt but her attention was speedily diverted by the squabble&lt;br /&gt;and  can't manage any more thought&lt;br /&gt;mires joy, as she the hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VI.&lt;br /&gt;by certain permanent and lasting affections&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;affective the same one action be good and bad&lt;br /&gt;this law holds good with will&lt;br /&gt;come about that the same subject can admit contrary qualities&lt;br /&gt;suppose that he will make yet greater progress&lt;br /&gt;he has made in the former description&lt;br /&gt;is peculiar to the individual in a greater either good or bad&lt;br /&gt;these pairs of contraries have intermediates&lt;br /&gt;alter the nature of statements and opinions&lt;br /&gt;as then no change takes various senses&lt;br /&gt;which the term opposite is not reciprocally connected&lt;br /&gt;relation to which it is anything to know&lt;br /&gt;it is equally true that, if knowledge of rare contraries&lt;br /&gt; more than any other set of opposites&lt;br /&gt;would, since the genus is predicated of the species&lt;br /&gt;whereas the species mountain would never be called small or a grain large  a relative, there would be a reciprocity of relation between it and terms&lt;br /&gt;two cubits long, three cubits long, and so on indicate existence&lt;br /&gt; he knows&lt;br /&gt;that also&lt;br /&gt;to which it is related&lt;br /&gt;if he does qualification&lt;br /&gt; for it is not one and single as a primary substance is substance&lt;br /&gt;while retaining its identity&lt;br /&gt; is yet capable&lt;br /&gt;admitting til a month of Mondays filled out pockets with lintballs of spun diamonds, in the case of contraries&lt;br /&gt; it is possible that there&lt;br /&gt;should justice and health&lt;br /&gt;cannot very well admit&lt;br /&gt;variation of degree&lt;br /&gt;these two will not be reciprocal&lt;br /&gt;for it will not be possible to say distinct&lt;br /&gt;those contraries which are such that the subjects in which character and difficult to displace&lt;br /&gt; unless some great mental upheaval&lt;br /&gt;subject nor predicated of a subject&lt;br /&gt;while,&lt;br /&gt;with regard to secondary qualities&lt;br /&gt;it is evident that these are qualities&lt;br /&gt;for those things that which is less;&lt;br /&gt;by less,&lt;br /&gt;less than that which is greater&lt;br /&gt;relative in so far as it is some ones property&lt;br /&gt; not in so far as it the genus&lt;br /&gt; for the species is to the genus as subject is to predicate&lt;br /&gt;reference it is&lt;br /&gt;noted lying and standing and sitting&lt;br /&gt;are with that of relation, and stated that such terms derived with regard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand&lt;br /&gt; to those things which are present&lt;br /&gt;in say that he is ill&lt;br /&gt;false to say that he is not ill is&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;that which is black, however, is not always the case&lt;br /&gt;red, quantitative is a quantity in a secondary sense&lt;br /&gt;it is because we have affections&lt;br /&gt;arising from some concomitance of elements &lt;br /&gt;rare contraries these,&lt;br /&gt;more than any other set of opposites&lt;br /&gt;perceived&lt;br /&gt;a body in which perception takes place now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that in a subject; for instance,&lt;br /&gt;the individual man or horse&lt;br /&gt;being more lasting and more firmly established&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VII.&lt;br /&gt;had much more difficulty with the curse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had chrome indecencies&lt;br /&gt;upon twilight committed in the nymph of pagans&lt;br /&gt;though predating notions of the pumping pistons assured him the effects would wear off by lunchtime&lt;br /&gt;numbed to steam by agents of the clock about paranoid like angles made from woodwind sparrows&lt;br /&gt;whose call breaks all bird’s hearts&lt;br /&gt;glanced nervously over his shoulder to check&lt;br /&gt;the notions of the pumping pistons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-5101944568795200471?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/5101944568795200471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=5101944568795200471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5101944568795200471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/5101944568795200471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2007/01/received-wisdom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115800816119681220</id><published>2006-09-11T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:16:47.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..............End Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crumpled it up in her hand and made as if to open the door and force me out at thirty-thousand feet.&lt;br /&gt;Were you worried?&lt;br /&gt;No, embarrassed, though. Embarrassed plenty enough to not drink for the rest of the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continually downshift and never slow down, which only makes it harder on my engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody who knew me then thinks I’m like dead or something.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone who’s known me since thinks I’m some kind of bastard or asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115800816119681220?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115800816119681220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115800816119681220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115800816119681220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115800816119681220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115679363658508448</id><published>2006-08-28T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:31:51.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;....further Notes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is there to think about? My god you’re torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be so dramatic. I said I need a little time to consider what we’re doing.&lt;br /&gt;We’re in love. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course. Did I say we weren’t?&lt;br /&gt;Then what’s this time you think you need?&lt;br /&gt;Bryce, you know me. I like to think everything through, weigh the pro’s and con’s. I’m not some maverick who can just jump into something willy-nilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plundering my thoughts with their knives, I am aware that some of the brain waves are no longer mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-read, good grammar, clean, yet he doesn’t do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Tina.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it. I want some excitement. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life driving to soccer and dinner parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs have a foothold in the country and will never be eradicated. The key should be not thinking about them as a problem or treating them as a disease but instead teaching people to use and enjoy them responsibly. Why crack is no more dangerous than automobiles. The difference? People are trained to operate automobiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting had to be rescheduled. The suicide experts were unavailable due to it being so close to the Valentine’s holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to think you’ve bought into the American dream because you had no choice. That’s selling yourself short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my doctor about it and he recommended that I prepare my family for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;So this is what you have come to tell us and why you look so…frightened.&lt;br /&gt;Yes mama.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared now too, Phillip. But I thank and pray God for his help and he will help us.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure its in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in his hands. When I was pregnant, I prayed to have a beautiful, good boy and he gave me you. Now, I will ask that he not take you away, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortwave radio was a short-lived phenomenon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115679363658508448?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115679363658508448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115679363658508448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115679363658508448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115679363658508448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115557863579257011</id><published>2006-08-14T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:03:55.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;.................more Notes Stolen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a way of holding things so that they don’t break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes from the Greek meaning to sheath or wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s metallurgy not metal allergy. &lt;br /&gt;What’s metallurgy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amigo alter ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t dare reveal to her how I truly feel, no matter who badly I want her both in flesh and spirit. At nights, I’m plagued by the nagging suspicion that no one could make her feel as I would that her whole life she has been waiting for me to touch her, to caress her, to make her pleasure ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re saying you’re a phony. Some kind of scribbler cum con artist.&lt;br /&gt;At least they think of me as an artist.&lt;br /&gt;You’re missing the point. Your name is muck in every bar in town from here to the diamond district.&lt;br /&gt;It is? I’ll have my revenge on them with an epic expose that reveals they are the real phonies, they are the only charlatans and hustlers. It will be on every bookshelf in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, with no small effort, he placed it in the trash and closed the lid. But those days, the wasted days still haunted him. At night, he could not sleep without dreaming of them marching out of the trash, Monday the twelfth, Tuesday the twenty-seventh, Sunday the first, all marching out in a line to his bedroom to have their revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell is it you think you know what everyone thinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the animals scream but not because they have souls, don’t be a fool. They scream because like all mortal beings they can feel pain. And that is the song they sing, a song of life’s final drama being played out by them on the killing floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something, rollerblades look even more gay.&lt;br /&gt;Gayer.&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not more gay it’s gayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t read it but someone was telling me about it. Sounds rather reminiscent of a web page in which they do the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115557863579257011?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115557863579257011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115557863579257011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115557863579257011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115557863579257011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115522958999767062</id><published>2006-08-10T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:27:43.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse in Jest'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POEM # 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ode to all the women&lt;br /&gt;I’ve known and loved&lt;br /&gt;Who have wrapped me in their pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Who have honored me with their lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never was it a husband and wife matter&lt;br /&gt;No were any of us merely shacking up&lt;br /&gt;They were lovers true who&lt;br /&gt;Gave me their trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much the easier was it then &lt;br /&gt;To mount a farce again and again&lt;br /&gt;No one expects the nice guy &lt;br /&gt;To slip them something on the sly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak not of roofies&lt;br /&gt;Nor sleeping potion in their gin&lt;br /&gt;For I wouldn’t offend with&lt;br /&gt;Tricks so ordinary and plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did pass them something&lt;br /&gt;Which they soon learned&lt;br /&gt;Caused a rash and a sharp&lt;br /&gt;Tickling pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when they had seen&lt;br /&gt;A physician and after the rash&lt;br /&gt;Had been treated, its mark by then&lt;br /&gt;Mere scabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they realize that all along&lt;br /&gt;I had been the cause of discomfort&lt;br /&gt;For you see trusting reader&lt;br /&gt;I have crabs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115522958999767062?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115522958999767062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115522958999767062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115522958999767062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115522958999767062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/08/poem-13-and-ode-to-all-women-ive-known.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115515548225037661</id><published>2006-08-09T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:27:43.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse in Jest'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POEM # 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champagne Cocktails&lt;br /&gt;Bawdy Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake ice cube with fly&lt;br /&gt;In your cup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115515548225037661?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115515548225037661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115515548225037661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115515548225037661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115515548225037661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/08/poem-10-champagne-cocktails-bawdy-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115505673457895753</id><published>2006-08-08T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:27:43.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse in Jest'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POEM #8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise slum lord&lt;br /&gt;Years of high rent&lt;br /&gt;Rodent infestations&lt;br /&gt;No heat, faulty electrical systems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locking me out&lt;br /&gt;Loosing my deposit&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me in the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will all haunt you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet, toilet&lt;br /&gt;I used the cistern above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it going top shelf&lt;br /&gt;The water never comes clean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115505673457895753?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115505673457895753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115505673457895753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115505673457895753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115505673457895753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/08/poem-8-surprise-slum-lord-years-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115463017262925924</id><published>2006-08-03T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:27:43.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse in Jest'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POEM # 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended far too soon&lt;br /&gt;We sat by the lake on the hillside&lt;br /&gt;And stared at the purple moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cloud granted us shadow cover&lt;br /&gt;And Bill Boy told his tale, his lies&lt;br /&gt;Like frost his lamentation hovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I did not me to offend Ms. Micking&lt;br /&gt;T’was but a joke, a little humor only&lt;br /&gt;Her funny bone was I picking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no call for such protestations&lt;br /&gt;I was only having fun like all good &lt;br /&gt;People of all colors, all grand nations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she had allowed for the birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;There was no reason to call off the party&lt;br /&gt;On my honor and my pride the vomit was fake”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115463017262925924?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115463017262925924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115463017262925924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115463017262925924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115463017262925924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/08/poem-4-party-ended-far-too-soon-we-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115454254727664627</id><published>2006-08-02T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:27:43.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse in Jest'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POEM # 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said &lt;br /&gt;it only cost me 99 cents&lt;br /&gt;would you believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I inflate it&lt;br /&gt;and the rubber expands&lt;br /&gt;can you see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the cartoon&lt;br /&gt;becomes visible &lt;br /&gt;would you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because when I place&lt;br /&gt;it under grandma’s chair&lt;br /&gt;at easter dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are sure to hear it&lt;br /&gt;hear the whoopee cushion&lt;br /&gt;do its magic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115454254727664627?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115454254727664627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115454254727664627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115454254727664627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115454254727664627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/08/poem-11-if-i-said-it-only-cost-me-99.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115402428862612657</id><published>2006-07-27T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:27:43.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse in Jest'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;POEM # 16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragweed season has begun &lt;br /&gt;The pollen count is high&lt;br /&gt;Your allergy attacks&lt;br /&gt;Ever grow nigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kerchief you use&lt;br /&gt;The one you always keep near &lt;br /&gt;Stitched and monogrammed &lt;br /&gt;By the one you hold dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a surprise inside &lt;br /&gt;You’ll not discover&lt;br /&gt;But it has to do with me&lt;br /&gt;And my secret lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not be visible&lt;br /&gt;To your naked eyes&lt;br /&gt;But its pungent scent&lt;br /&gt;Is sure to soon arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when you bring it&lt;br /&gt;To your red face&lt;br /&gt;To stem the mucus’s flowing&lt;br /&gt;There’s likely to be a trace&lt;br /&gt;Of whom I just finished boning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see after your wife finished me&lt;br /&gt;As we lay tangled in the loft&lt;br /&gt;It was your treasured kerchief she&lt;br /&gt;Used to wipe me off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115402428862612657?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115402428862612657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115402428862612657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115402428862612657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115402428862612657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/07/poem-16-ragweed-season-has-begun.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115385484462976683</id><published>2006-07-25T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:27:43.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse in Jest'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;POEMS ‘BOUT PRANKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;POEM #1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag of flaming doggy do&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the living room floor&lt;br /&gt;Who might have left it here&lt;br /&gt;Is it for the king from St. Thomas Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s Roger’s &lt;br /&gt;finding the pubic hair in his cup&lt;br /&gt;I hardly believe his hound dog Shane&lt;br /&gt;Could have filled that brown bag up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it yours Marietta due to the baby&lt;br /&gt;Which I indeed proudly gave you&lt;br /&gt;Or have you found the letter J I left&lt;br /&gt;When down there I shaved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter with thermal gloves&lt;br /&gt;I shall scoop it from where it rests&lt;br /&gt;For when it comes to bags of flaming &lt;br /&gt;Dog shit, doorsteps are the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115385484462976683?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115385484462976683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115385484462976683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115385484462976683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115385484462976683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/07/poems-bout-pranks-poem-1-bag-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115273159380054762</id><published>2006-07-12T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:08:38.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suggest we etch a scar on the building as permanently as the one we leave on the minds of the liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did come over after everything that happened. Very sexy too in her emerald dress, you know the one with the sequins. The one her husband bought her.&lt;br /&gt;She came over in that dress. She is bold. &lt;br /&gt;But not particularly happy.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;It kills me.&lt;br /&gt;Can see that.  &lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one.&lt;br /&gt;You still can.&lt;br /&gt;No. No. I will lose her to the man that makes her happy.&lt;br /&gt;Or the woman.&lt;br /&gt;She is bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow she has me at her beckon call, making me do this everyday. And yet I know she'll never love me back not the way I want her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know going through a phase. Reacting to the world as he sees it. Responding to society, teenage rebellion. That's it right? That's the speech?&lt;br /&gt;He came back from Europe with a new perspective. It’s the first time he was overseas. It's sort of like culture shock.&lt;br /&gt;It's sure shocking to me. All of those poisonous ideals and pretentious habits. That's what he brought home from Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plausible deniability is the kind of term you only read in pot boilers or hear on bad television shows or movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain of them will consider the economic viability of the situation, gauge the pro’s and con’s, while others, the mavericks of the bunch, will simply leap in. Lemmings and fools, one and each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like it in all the world, when you take that first bend and gravity like stretches itself against you and forces you to one side. Then, like the creaking sound of the girders below you, they look sturdy from the ground and all but like feel way different when you’re way up high.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that high up.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look dude. I’m telling you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term conversation should really only be applied to two people any more and it’s a meeting and less and you’re talking to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have trouble finding anything today?&lt;br /&gt;Everything I found was in its right place. &lt;br /&gt;That’s what we strive for sir. Paper or plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His music is like his clothes stylish but clearly last season.&lt;br /&gt;Now that sounds pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he’s third from the right sometimes second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s always someone else’s idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime they are boring, sometimes exciting but always revealing. It is imperative that you know what to listen for. Each word, indeed, each syllable has its own part to play.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright, great. I get it. Now quiet down so I can listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of the park today. Let’s go off and roller skate or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come is such a nasty word when it’s used like that. It can’t ever sound romantic or even sleazy sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Only to him when he’s watched those movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have rather a fondness for sleigh bells in music, just not on their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115273159380054762?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115273159380054762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115273159380054762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115273159380054762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115273159380054762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-suggest-we-etch-scar-on-building-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115262589690193995</id><published>2006-07-11T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:16:49.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keepsakes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/1600/syd128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/320/syd128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syd Barrett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1946-2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115262589690193995?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115262589690193995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115262589690193995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115262589690193995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115262589690193995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/07/syd-barrett-1946-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115255630784227576</id><published>2006-07-10T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:31:47.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m so tired of fiction that seems to subsist solely on cleverness. Give me realism, characters I can relate to, just because you’re a talent doesn’t give you license to squat over the page and crap all over the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crumpled it up in her hand and made as if to open the door and force me out at thirty-thousand feet.&lt;br /&gt;Were you worried?&lt;br /&gt;No, embarrassed, though. Embarrassed plenty enough to not drink for the rest of the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continually downshift and never slow down, which only makes it harder on my engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody who knew me then thinks I’m like dead or something.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone who’s known me since thinks I’m some kind of bastard or asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conventionally views of beauty don’t interest me.&lt;br /&gt;No? What does then?&lt;br /&gt;Only my own lust, only what makes my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;You’re a very selfish lover, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t we all?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you’ve come here to find out?&lt;br /&gt;No, Amanda. I came here to talk to you about your sister.&lt;br /&gt;I told you, she isn’t home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words with Z’s are fascinating to me because of the way they sound. The English tongue was made for Z’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The xylophone is a vastly underrated instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something interesting in the USA Today.&lt;br /&gt;Why were you reading that piece of shit?&lt;br /&gt;Larry King’s column.&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;This writer and interviewer.&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of him.&lt;br /&gt;That don’t matter listen. King’s says that he read where the pinky toe is getting smaller all the time and in that in a few short millennia man will have lost it all together.&lt;br /&gt;Good!&lt;br /&gt;Good?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck a-right. Most worthless goddamned digits on the feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their minds barely know what their fingers are doing and not one looks at the clock. But the work is done absolutely on time every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115255630784227576?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115255630784227576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115255630784227576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115255630784227576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115255630784227576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-tired-of-fiction-that-seems-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115221191448288176</id><published>2006-07-06T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:49:40.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn’t want to be in charge of the emergency exit so I conspired to move and got a row all to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't take it in every time the heater doesn't fire up in two minutes. We've been over this. All of those garages are crooked. Look at what they charge for labor, people with master's degrees don't make that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clocks are jackhammers that are never done digging and their engines are powered by the earth’s rotation and can never be halted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide was on the agenda but we never got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only shallow people choose even numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you so easily change who you are? Can you transform yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I’m not talking about metamorphosis. Just a few simple lifestyle changes.&lt;br /&gt;All for the better?&lt;br /&gt;I think so and wish you would to. What I’m doing, I’m doing for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting concept that he didn’t fully pull off. More a catalog of his own erudition than anything else. It’s the type of thing only those who find erudition a worthwhile pursuit in and of itself would find satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odes to Byron and Keats are fine but why not celebrate the music that is truly you. Music that comes from your soul. That is what you have to train your ears to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Drivel. Pure, romantic drivel. There isn’t any such phantom as a soul.&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone who thinks that way write so beautifully?&lt;br /&gt;Because it is the one thing I do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That looks so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m certain I have misspelled it twice since the age of thirty-five.&lt;br /&gt;Fist or last.&lt;br /&gt;Once each.&lt;br /&gt;My, not at the same time I hope.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I like music that sounds as if it were composed by drugs, not a drug addled mind, not a musician on drugs, that’s all so trite but solely narcotics without any human interference or processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Peter not here you pervert. My parents are meeting us in ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what they strive for. The peas with the peas and the corn with the corn. How about striving to have no moldy peaches, you nefarious wasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense that she never knew what I couldn’t bring myself to tell her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115221191448288176?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115221191448288176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115221191448288176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115221191448288176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115221191448288176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-didnt-want-to-be-in-charge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115212530263409030</id><published>2006-07-05T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:48:22.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Notes Stolen from Conversations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have misspelled my name at least four times since the age of twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper airplane was high jacked by a stewardess out of uniform wearing only a shawl and a red bathrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you find what you were looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Plumbing supplies, you were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has to have a favorite number.&lt;br /&gt;Not me.&lt;br /&gt;But you must have had one at some point.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because every one did when they were kids. Mine was three.&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, then. One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice is unnecessary but the water is absolutely essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded metallic.&lt;br /&gt;Things can’t sound metallic, they can look or feel or even taste metallic but not sound metallic. &lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean. So what’s the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you blabbing about this to the next guy, you’ll sound like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Because I said it sounded metallic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never found out. Never. Love was swimming blind in shadows, love incognito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115212530263409030?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115212530263409030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115212530263409030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115212530263409030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115212530263409030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/07/notes-stolen-from-conversations-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115159761191307622</id><published>2006-06-29T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:22:14.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don’t think this is a story from the bible but since I never finished it, I can’t speak with authority. Who would read such a thing anyway? It’s so violent and the main character is pushy and judgmental. Blah-blah begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah, begets blah-blah,....and on and on. So? So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say its a harmless piece of fluff but look at the drivel it inspires. Weeping pool of sheep’s blood? Come on, what is that anyway. And comets and lions. Our strange author could do himself a favor and write a good adventure story. That, I would not mind being included in.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/1600/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/320/bible.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I am somewhat outraged that I have yet to be placed in the tale. Here I am walking along the road. Dry as eighteenth century parchment and no one has thought to let me meet David, or hell even be eaten by this lion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115159761191307622?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115159761191307622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115159761191307622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115159761191307622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115159761191307622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-think-this-is-story-from-bible.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115151180727793390</id><published>2006-06-28T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:23:27.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He found himself in a pasture, peat moss and the smell of sheep comforted him. David, grips the bottom of his father's robe. The cloth was coarse in his fingers. Earth beneath his feet sunk and suckled under his sandal. He turned the pint-sized crook in his left hand, imitating his father as he held watch over the sheep. They bleated and ate and David fondly inhaled the smell of the earth and the sheep’s natty fur mixed together.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudlets, jagged and dark began to form over head. Replicas of them passed between his eyes and the light. The void surrounding filled with valley mist. Till whenever he looked in the well of his mind, it appeared no different than the same vantage point from childhood. All of the white gathers to a tiny point and explodes producing a blinding effect. It reformed itself into the shape of a lion, as it raced across the field. It snatched a lamb in its fearsome razors. A bleat came from the sheep that thorned David's heart. He was too young to know fear and set off after it. He followed the crying of the sheep. It sounded almost like any other that David may have yelled at, lost patience with, struck with his crook if it strayed too far from the group.  This was different, pained, coming as it did from a lion's hungry grip. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He chased it further into the mist. All around him became thick and white, a misty sleeping light. Veiled bushes and trees that could not be seen kept blocking his path. Then in the blinking of an eye, morning broke. The mist burnt away and David was face to face with the lion.  The beast made a guttural sound, a warning growl. The lamb laid before him, fur stained crimson but still alive.  He concentrated on the blood soaking the soil. Stared into the pools of sheep's life. Streaking on the surface was a trail of light, it snatched his attention in its trajectory. Though, he didn’t know what it was it birthed an ill feeling inside of him. David sensed that it was a harbinger of dreadful things. One of God's epistles sent to earth on a trail of light. He wished to look at the sky, to see if the heavens were trying to communicate with him. But he could not tear his eyes away from the weeping pool of sheep's blood.  The comet came again and again. Each time its pace of approach slackened. Until its motion ceased entirely and was contained in a frozen frame of crimson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115151180727793390?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115151180727793390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115151180727793390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115151180727793390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115151180727793390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/he-found-himself-in-pasture-peat-moss.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115142271351941540</id><published>2006-06-27T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:55:08.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh great, another male character. This one with a biblical name no less. And the Sheppard’s staff makes me think we will have some high quality blaspheme in this tale. Which I do not care for. I may be a boozed up, pill popping, diplomatic whore hopper but I &lt;em&gt;do not &lt;/em&gt;mock scripture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what he and I will be made to do together. Supposing he does in fact exist and that I am not delirious from my travels and making the whole thing up. I do not think it is the type of thing I would make up. But somebody might have made it up for me, then planted it, in my brain. Such things happen all the time, I'm told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/1600/brain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/320/brain.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it? I drew it myself. Did I mention that I always carry crayons with me? Never knowing, when I might like to challenge someone to a sidewalk hop scotch showdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115142271351941540?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115142271351941540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115142271351941540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115142271351941540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115142271351941540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-great-another-male-character.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115134558685412028</id><published>2006-06-26T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:43:45.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Covered by the shape of his shepherd’s crook: sheep at play out in the field collapsing in on a dream he had as a child of slaying a giant with a handful of pebbles, the fall of the giant in slow motion, time-lapse imagery.  Falling to the earth, the image of the giant faded to black and was reborn as a faint flickering light. David stared at it to see if he could go blind by looking. Growing larger in his vision, it blocked out all the light, all thought, all reason. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the moon passed over the sun, the earth went dark. Animals hid. Humans cowered. A world bathed in superstition. The moon slid from the face of the sun. Light shone back at full intensity as if from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The whole of his brain then flickered on like a television screen. (This should be acknowledged as being anachronistic: the result of trying to extrapolate and describe images in terms modern mediums for those are our oracles not his.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camels with ropes over their humps trudged across the desert sand. Pulling behind them huge blocks made of glass. Prismatic in the sun, the sands of the desert turned red, then orange, orange into yellow into green from green to blue disappearing, infrared, ultraviolet, till finally their flickering stopped and they coated the desert sand like a stripped swathe of carpeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transparent blocks surrounded David. Dripping water into pools of sand and mud, each pool a message. A camel walked through the puddle, a crescent shaped hoof print embedded in the muddy soil. The imprint soon filled with water on whose surface the image of the giant appeared. He fell on a continuous loop. There was no evidence of what caused it. Only the great collapse played over and over again in the tiny pool. Sometimes in dynamic slow motion, sometimes sped to an unrecognizable blur. The light of the sun reflected there and pushed the vision of the giant back into the darkened recesses. Brighter it glowed while growing smaller. Smaller than when David was a toddler. Life before he could remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115134558685412028?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115134558685412028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115134558685412028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115134558685412028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115134558685412028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/covered-by-shape-of-his-shepherds.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115030890374771131</id><published>2006-06-14T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:15:03.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is where things slow down, here in the near beginning of the story. I have finished my bottle, as you can see &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/1600/empty%20bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/200/empty%20bottle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and wish I had another. There aren't likely to be any entertaining hallucinations from only one bottle. No army of ants with Maggie Thatcher's head marching at me, cooing with their tentacles about the need to defend the Falkland Islands. No orgy vision of her orally satisfying everyone in that terrible biker bar she hangs out in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that’s why she doesn't want to be with me. Those kinds of thoughts. Dark, serious, sexual, amoral. She is opposed to all. Still, I wish I had another bottle. The road is long and winding and if I had an aerial photograph I'd show you the road, bending like a river that cuts down a mountainside. I made this journey once with my father &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;once, he told me then something I've never forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall quiet my thoughts now, quiet them like slow music. Someone approaches....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115030890374771131?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115030890374771131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115030890374771131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115030890374771131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115030890374771131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-is-where-things-slow-down-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115021061121200129</id><published>2006-06-13T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:00:19.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/1600/harley_bw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/320/harley_bw.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed north when the weather began to change. Left her here, at the beginning of the story. She wasn’t comfortable with conflict, character development or denouement so I was obliged to heed her wishes and leave her in the company of thieves and rough necks. She said it was only because she was so uncomfortable with change that she stayed around them. Knowing they would go no where in my story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You treat people like scenery in these things,” she once complained. And it was true I did. Their beards and bikes were backdrops. For me, they had no faces only a certain collective presence that aided in my creation of atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was willing to take her with me, to make her feel like someone real and not just the background I use to color these things and fool my readers into feeling like I am humane. But she said to go. She was afraid of what I would become once I got there. So was I but it didn’t stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hunt for the beast within. Especially when I drink. So I started up the road with a bottle of grain. The path was long and the city lay far away under a blanket of snow. I checked my sack to see if I had my camera. I don’t know why. I always carry it with me. I put some color film into the chamber and went in search of the gods that called me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115021061121200129?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115021061121200129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115021061121200129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115021061121200129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115021061121200129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-headed-north-when-weather-began-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-115013518950713973</id><published>2006-06-12T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:59:49.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/1600/002369CF%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/320/002369CF%5B1%5D.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the visions that had passed it was the only one that did not fit with any period of his life. So he was sure it was the only one that might possibly be true. David wanted to see it again to be sure. But he found he had no control over the visions. The light shrunk back to its candle strength and flickered before him. Teased him by, fading out only to spring back in all its elemental vibrancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David remembered how it started all those years ago. So he concentrated on the light, the more he drew his attention to it, the bigger it grew. A white screen, night in snow cover. David knew he had never seen snow up close before. Only from a distance as it crowned a mountain. His father told him it was cold and thick. As he stared at it now, he could make our some markings in the snow. Lions paws? It was some four-legged animal. He tried to feel the imprint with his eyes but just as he was making it part of his permanent memory it changed shapes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-115013518950713973?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/115013518950713973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=115013518950713973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115013518950713973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/115013518950713973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-all-visions-that-had-passed-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114988204220671116</id><published>2006-06-09T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:31:04.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Promises'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEGINNING NEXT WEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost in the Frozen City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words by RVL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures by Claudine Foster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow by Mother Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man used to say, stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114988204220671116?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114988204220671116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114988204220671116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114988204220671116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114988204220671116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/beginning-next-week-lost-in-frozen.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114977863753505596</id><published>2006-06-08T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Tweleve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final echoes of that last syllable drove like nail through Herman's ear. As the sound of Grady's laughter snapped in his head, he charged at him swinging wildly and landed a long swooping right hand. He felt the reality of McDowell's existence as he followed through with the blow. Grady danced backwards, loosing his balance. Nasty cobwebs splintered in his head and he spilled to the ground. Herman turned back to McDowell, grabbed his arms and pulled them together behind the bully's back, digging a knee into his spine.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grady cried, pitifully, and begged for mercy from Henry. "Make him stop, please stop." Grady's face flushed. He sobbed as Herman drove his leg deeper into his spine. Henry wrenched Herman from Grady's back and him on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken laughter returned from the building at an even higher decibel. It flowed over Herman with the early light and woke his mind to anger. Sliding over to the driver's side, he re-ignited the engine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming all night in the memories of his brother, Herman paused. He tried to imagine what his brother might say to him. "But its wrong, Herman, a sin to steal. Sins stick pins in baby Jesus' crown," the voice protested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim came from the building and screamed at the dust billowing from the road. His Cadillac disappeared into the brown fog, winding up the road to Cincinnati. A green blotch grew smaller, swallowed by the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114977863753505596?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114977863753505596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114977863753505596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114977863753505596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114977863753505596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/curiosity-industry-part-tweleve-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114962494083375778</id><published>2006-06-06T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Eleven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air rushed in waves through Herman's ear canal. Cincinnati now lay just beyond what the headlights could see. The black surrounding him felt heavy and his eyelids drooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be in Cincinnati soon boy," Jim raised the whiskey to his lips. "This Greasy Tit's weak. No wonder you like it. Look, I got to stop and see a business associate." He signaled right and pulled off the paved road. The road sign read that Cincinnati was dead ahead, they were on the way to Pempleston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where we going mister?" Herman asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man who owes me money lives at the end of the road. You got to have money in the big city. Everything costs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim handed Herman the jug. "You want any more of this shit? No? I'm going to dump it then. It's a waste of a perfectly fine jug to put that weak shit in it. My debtor here has some first rate whiskey. Kind’ll make your head spin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just let me out mister." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy son, I'll take you right into the city." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pulled behind an abandoned brick warehouse. Broken windows breathed dust from their frames, the top third of the building had the name Emperiles painted on it. Trails of fine particles were touched with rusty hues in the morning's first light. The day had settled in as a quiet mist. Birds called from tree to tree in the small wooded area behind the building, the only sound at that hour except for the voices coming from inside. Deep laughter shook through the building's red brick walls. Echoed in the morning stillness, Grady McDowell's laugh now emerged from that buried place inside of Herman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hen-ree are you tryin to be stupid?" He would chortle at him. Grady never got the satisfaction of a reply. His victim knew him well enough to realize that whatever he said would be used against him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henry why don't you go at him?" Herman would plead. “He ain't so much you couldn't take him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Herman. Don't let him make you mad. Don't let him get you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could take that fat horse’s ass," he encouraged his brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, Herman embarrassed his brother by fighting his fights for him. Henry never wanted him to get involved. He stuck close to the words of his ma and pa. And what he heard in church about loving your enemy and turning the other cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey dimwit you want to play checkers with Embry (his dog). I bet he beats ya." McDowell called out from his porch. An unbearably hot September morning snaked its way through town. Coils of heat unraveled down the short hill that the boys had to climb to get to school. McDowell glared at them from his lawn and spat black tobacco from between his teeth in their direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look," he called through the yellow cracks of teeth. "Its the stupids, little stupid and b-i-i-i-g stupid."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114962494083375778?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114962494083375778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114962494083375778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114962494083375778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114962494083375778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/curiosity-industry-part-eleven-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114951700127891949</id><published>2006-06-05T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Ten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry you had such a bad time," Jim said after considering Herman's story. "Not all the shows are like that. That one was meant to frighten young folks. I know the man who runs that one in Foston. He's an old nasty sort. Got a wooden leg hisself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I remember him sort scuffling ahead of us," Herman reached out over the side of the car and felt the rush of cooling air. His eyes were dry from the whiskey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," Jim took another snort of Greasy Tit. "Mean old son of a bitch no doubt about that. It'll be a bit before we get to Cincinnati. If you're tired you can go stretch out in back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman's mind swam in equal measures of alcohol and memory. Cincinnati lay further out in the night. A dull sensation settled like a stone inside him. He could feel the miles separating him from Henry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d spread out his coat and tried to roll Henry off the dirt and hay. Herman held his brother close and whispered reminders that he was there with him. Henry's body shuttered and heaved, the vibrations shook through Herman, who convulsively held him tighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hen," he whispered, struggling to keep his mouth near his brother's ear, "you want to go and wait for ma and pa where we left them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry I cried," Henry replied, the fit ending abruptly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's okay Henry. You had good reason to," Herman said and helped his brother sit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes the boy in my class. The one I tells you ‘bout." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean Grady?" Herman squatted down next to this brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He brings 'em other kids. And tries to upset me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to get that Grady," Herman pulled Henry to his feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's awfully big Herman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bet you the two of us could cut him down." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma don't want us getting into fights," Henry wiped the dirt off his socks and shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma don't know how mean some people are." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't let them get to you Herman. I don't. I know what they trying to do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114951700127891949?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114951700127891949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114951700127891949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114951700127891949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114951700127891949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/curiosity-industry-part-ten-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114926271983997575</id><published>2006-06-02T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Curiosity Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Nine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back amongst the mayhem, whose call a few minutes ago promised freedom and adventure but now sounded mocking, Henry sobbed as quietly as he could so as to not embarrass his brother. Herman took a handkerchief from his back pocket and offered it to his brother. He had seen Henry get upset many times. Knowing how to stop it, was one of the ways he counted himself as a good brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get some candy Henry," Herman suggested, surprised to see that the expression on his brother’s face hadn’t changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made their way through the crowd to the vendors who had set up carts filled with junk food of every conceivable variety. Cotton candy wound like pink clouds on thin wooden sticks, the steam from roasted nuts curled up in a colorful mist beneath multicolored bulbs. Fried food, ice cream and candy of every conceivable variety stretched itself out in aroma trails luring the brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry tugged at his brother's shirt, nearly tearing its stitching out of the sleeve. He wanted to find mom and dad. Herman said that they shouldn’t. He told his brother that ma and pa didn’t want to be bothered. He wanted to calm his brother down first. Herman mentioned that they could get some cotton candy, eat it, and then go find their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry turned white as a ghost at the suggestion. He watched the candy form itself on a stick out of nothing suggesting a cruel magic at work. A man with a giant squash head, a woman with a beard and her daughter waving her crab claw hands floated above him on a pink cloud. He dropped from his brother's side and collapsed, falling to paroxysms of bewilderment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114926271983997575?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114926271983997575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114926271983997575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114926271983997575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114926271983997575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/curiosity-industry-part-nine-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114918588430480999</id><published>2006-06-01T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Innumerable Sightings of Edward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before contact with Egyptian sculptors&lt;br /&gt;               she had no idea she was a &lt;em&gt;surrealist&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Adrift in an era of fading tradition and increasing lawlessness&lt;br /&gt;she tried to recreate her life around memories of her father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posed men poised against the sky with their children,&lt;br /&gt; planted like trees in mother earth, &lt;br /&gt; rag-taggle families of tinkers and wanderers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Orphaned now for many years&lt;br /&gt;she didn’t know the difference between a family argument&lt;br /&gt;                              and the purest hint of true violence&lt;br /&gt;which she saw written all over childish faces&lt;br /&gt;                  she had nightmares about their conflicts for many years&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Over the years, innumerable sightings of her father&lt;br /&gt; have proved to be thoroughly and tastefully unfounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in a mental hospital, he photographed incoming patients&lt;br /&gt; his grim, grey 1933 mural transposed to a world of strong light, intense color and               &lt;em&gt;heat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            melted the eyes of curators in galleries out west&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home in Cincinnatti, he played slow, mournful tunes&lt;br /&gt;and refashioned himself as a bluegrass troubadour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things looked bleak, the old man's scratchy home made tapes &lt;br /&gt;no longer offered her hope&lt;br /&gt;basking in the tide of international goodwill, she couldn’t say why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hangover from their days spent photographing religious meeting houses&lt;br /&gt;other women and other women's children behaved in cruel ways&lt;br /&gt; towards her, made her feel incomplete&lt;br /&gt;she didn’t have a mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome presented a clear choice&lt;br /&gt;amalgamated with its similarly struggling rival,&lt;br /&gt;mysticism and its connection with the very soil&lt;br /&gt;she took her own life with the very blade&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Edward used to splice together family albums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114918588430480999?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114918588430480999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114918588430480999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114918588430480999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114918588430480999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/06/innumerable-sightings-of-edward-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114908482661974212</id><published>2006-05-31T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Small town fairs once attracted big crowds. It was the only game in town. Take a look at the crowd in this photo. It was given to me by my host family the Teeges. Can you spot the hermaphrodite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/1600/fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/320/fair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, rubes had to be ever wary of swindlers. County fairs were magnets for con artists and "macth stick" men. And worse...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/1600/Butler%20County%20fair%201946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/320/Butler%20County%20fair%201946.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals they used to rid your home of bugs were highly toxic and addictive. Note the eyes of the man on the left (Rory McClane), paranoid, down cast. It is the faraway stare of the dope fiend. He cut his powder with baby laxative and shot the rest up himself. Taking intravenously, the powder produced an intense high but left the user feeling sick once the chemical had run its course.  Which of course fed into an ever widening circle of addition until before long old Rory could barely get out of bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is from his last county fair. Rory died a month after it was taken.  His body was dumped in a cheap cemetery plot. There is seldom a stone to mark the passing of the dope fiend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114908482661974212?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114908482661974212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114908482661974212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114908482661974212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114908482661974212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/small-town-fairs-once-attracted-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114899916191315005</id><published>2006-05-30T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Curiostiy Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Eight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered fragments of Henry’s screaming rang in Herman's memory as the empty night continued to peel overhead. Unaware that his passenger had been ignoring him, Jim went into unnecessary detail describing the talents of his clients. Crumbell would have liked to stay away from the subject of his work. A good promoter can't really help himself, though; talking up his acts had become involuntary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's a right good woman. Husband and kids, who I might add show no sign yet of the abnormal hair growth that afflicted their mother." He paused to snort through his nose. The whiskey tasted cheaper than it was and burnt his face from his eyes. "Of course the eldest only seven so it's still too soon to tell."         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed the jug to his passenger who took a gulp that was too large. Herman coughed violently, dribbling some on his shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa, watch the interior now son. This thing's practically brand new." The car wove from side to side as Jim struggled to regain his composure, expectorating something through his nostrils. The white glare of headlights illuminated the road with a wild unsteadiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My brother and I saw a woman like that once. At a fair in Foston," Herman interjected at the first chance. The empty moment filled with the memory of that night. He could still hear the barkers, still smell the food and animal scents combining in the air. “This old feller with a stripped suit and a bow tie took our money and told us to follow him behind a curtain into a darkroom. Then some other feller threw the lights on and right in front of us was this fat woman, with curly hair and a beard as bushy and thick as they say Paul Bunyon's was. The old one starts talking in this smart sounding voice: 'Ladies and gentlemen gaze upon on the Lord's cruelest mistake. Fiona was born with the body of a woman but the follicles of a man.' She just stood there with this real hung expression on her face. He went on talking about how she's a mute too and that she can't get a man. So I start to feel real bad for her. I wished that old guy would just clam up. Next thing I know, my brother's bawling and shakin'. Since, I was kind of older, in the head, I led him out of there. While leaving, I heard the old man start up behind me about Simon, this guy that couldn't stand up because his head was too big. This just gets Henry crying all the more. So we get outside and I ask him if he was all right. Hen said he felt bad for the woman cause she looked so sad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114899916191315005?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114899916191315005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114899916191315005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114899916191315005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114899916191315005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/curiostiy-industry-part-eight.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114848750674688291</id><published>2006-05-24T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...the very car from our story refurbished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/1600/GC_Car_097-2red30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4172/2935/320/GC_Car_097-2red30.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author wishes to thank Ben Thorne and David Fisher of Burnham's Classic Cars in Graffville, MD for the photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;No one knows Classic Cars like Burnham's in Graffville!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author also wishes to apologize to his readers for the shameless plug. The things we do for favors from guy's whose wives we've slept with, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114848750674688291?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114848750674688291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114848750674688291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114848750674688291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114848750674688291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114839745874027085</id><published>2006-05-23T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Seven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman and Henry turned and ran into a mob of carnivallers, loosing themselves in the excitement. Several large striped tents dotted the field, decorated at the top by banners with triangular tails. Games of chance and skill appeared at every turn; people shot water pistols at balloons and lost at the ring toss game no one had really ever won. Barkers, wearing white hats with a checkered band just above the brim, called out from their stations: "One, two, three rings, three chances for a nickel. Big prizes"; "Don't be shy folks, don't be shy"; "The most outstanding ointment money can buy. Fresh from government subsidies." In the distance at the midway's end, a Ferris wheel loomed over the proceedings, sparkling like a crown of costume jewels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to see," Henry pleaded and pulled at his brother's arm. He pointed to a blue and white striped tent. From beneath came snippets of alluring sounds: an organist played cheery music to a smattering of applause over a man's voice, which called out in praise of the amazement in the center ring. Herman gave into his brother's gravity and they both drifted towards the tent. Just outside the entrance was a plywood booth tended by a man with greased hair, pulled tight to his scalp. He smelled of liquor and a life misspent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry boys the show is full," he said, displaying a row of gold and silver teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any clowns?" Henry asked up on his tiptoes, resting his elbows on the booth's thin plywood shelf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, son. But as I was saying the entertainment has commenced I cannot let you in 'til the next show. Ten o'clock." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten?" Herman cried. “Come on Henry, we ain’t got time.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any place got clowns?" Henry dug his elbows into the counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so. The closest thing might be the Oddities Exhibition over yonder," the ticket taker indicated a similar booth off in the distance. "No show time, folks can go in and out continuous." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oddities Exhibition? Never heard of it," Herman stepped towards the booth and peered at the man over his brother's shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They got some unusual folks in there to be looked at. It's the closest thing to clowns, I guess or you could see the world's largest yellow squash in the back there," he nodded his head back behind his tent. "422 pounds, that's something to see." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Their faces painted?" Henry continued his questioning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No but they got a woman with a beard. And I think they got a girl with crab claws for her hands." He beamed with pride, describing the unfortunates on display. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry shrieked at the image suggested by the ticket taker's description, a girl brushed a woman's beard with the crab claw comb that was her hand; its serrated edges separating the coarse hair. Herman pleaded quietly with his brother to quiet down and not make a scene. Henry became embarrassed and not wanting to further annoy his brother agreed to go see the "Oddities."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114839745874027085?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114839745874027085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114839745874027085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114839745874027085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114839745874027085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/curiosity-industry-part-seven-herman.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114831605799495617</id><published>2006-05-22T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.927-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Six&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street that ran through the center of Kendricksburg was wide enough to allow for parking on either side. Herman had never seen so many cars before. He followed the moonlight as it passed quivering in silver over each model. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pulled up to the general store. A heavyset proprietor waddled towards the car, his lungs worked hard to keep the flow of oxygen going. Sweat soaked through his dirty white shirt and apron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're closing wait do you want?" he gasped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carolina blend and a big jug of Greasy Tit Whiskey, please," Jim tilted his head towards Herman and offered a smile. The shopkeeper grumbled, turning with some effort back towards the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above the store, the name Finn Brothers called out in a blinding number of tiny light bulbs, twinkling on the hood of the car. Their reflection reminded Herman of the first time he and his brother were permitted to wonder off by themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114831605799495617?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114831605799495617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114831605799495617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114831605799495617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114831605799495617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/curiosity-industry-part-six-street.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114805369260874186</id><published>2006-05-19T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Odd to be back here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven out by government offensives&lt;br /&gt;getting stuck in traffic&lt;br /&gt;the refugees could face death&lt;br /&gt;or worse capture, then enslavement&lt;br /&gt;at the hands of mysterious figures&lt;br /&gt;who haunt the west coast&lt;br /&gt;like vestiges of an age when men&lt;br /&gt;still measured themselves with iron&lt;br /&gt;and women were content to follow them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A California couple was rumored to have created &lt;br /&gt;a mini-savannah replete with zebras, giraffes, cheetahs&lt;br /&gt;free range humans will complete the menagerie  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the husband spoke on condition of anonymity&lt;br /&gt;his words echoed eternally in the famous war photo&lt;br /&gt;of the soldier who decoded the coffee bean’s genes&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;as slaves they will adjust to life, &lt;br /&gt;breathe on their own &lt;br /&gt;as they recover from operations&lt;br /&gt;anthropomorphization in reverse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114805369260874186?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114805369260874186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114805369260874186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114805369260874186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114805369260874186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/odd-to-be-back-here-driven-out-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114796751003453446</id><published>2006-05-18T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Curiostiy Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his line of work, Crumbell met shysters of every size and shape. At first he thought the boy could be a thief. The flesh on his face pulled so tight that his cheekbones rose up with their full shape defined. Around his eyes, the skin had been tenderized by exhaustion, probably too many nights of sitting up hungry. Crumbell found that hunger turned honest men into thieves and forced folks to do things they ought to refrain from. Still, Herman couldn't give big Jim any trouble. It looked to Crumbell that he was lucky if he had strength enough to pull on his own pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm headed up river myself, junior. You can ride with me to Cincinnati." Jim motioned for the boy to get in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got money for fuel," Herman proudly produced a wrinkled ten dollar bill from his breast pocket as he shut the car door. Cupping it in his hand, he extended it for Crumbell to examine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on to it son," Jim put the car into gear. "We're going to be coming up on Kendricksburgh you can buy me a bottle of whiskey when we get there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only if we get Greasy Tit, that's my brand." Herman announced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell for ten dollars we can get a month's worth of old GT. I say we go high class and get Berman's. That's my brand." Jim pushed the accelerator pedal down and the car lurched forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're on mister," Herman thought about life in the big city, of how it must be full of adventure. New automobiles, top shelf hooch, women, parties and money for his family all colored his hopes as they headed down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kinda work you headed to the city for?" Jim asked, conversation would keep that dull ache from his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you wanta know?" Herman crossed his arms over his chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just making conversation boy," Jim laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you do?" The boy took a challenging tone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a promoter in the curiosity industry." Jim's voice carried a note of pride as he carefully announced his self-appointed title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? You talking in circles mister. What do you promote?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Midwest talent in the entertainment industry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I don't get it. Are you in the movies?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hardly," Jim snorted. "I'm respectable. I work in the live theater." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you that smart ass who tried to put those sacrilegious Shakespeare plays on up in Fosston?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no I don't go in for them foreign entertainments," Jim explained. "My interests lie primarily in small local amusements." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freak shows?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I prefer the term Curiosities son." Jim spoke deliberately, a little annoyed at having to explain the complexities of his work. "These folks are my friends, they are not freaks. No more so than a great singer, great actor, or a great musician. They are performers with unusual and spectacular abilities. It's starting to get late," Jim informed Herman, anxious to change the topic. "We'll stop in Kendricksburgh soon and load up with some supplies."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need some tobacky too," Herman said.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tobacco and whiskey, you live pretty hard for such a youngin." Jim trailed off with a chuckle.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I work for the family that gives me the right to do what I want, " Herman followed his declaration by spitting through his teeth the way his pa used to, before he got sick and couldn't get out a bed no more, let alone hock a decent luggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114796751003453446?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114796751003453446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114796751003453446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114796751003453446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114796751003453446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/curiostiy-industry-part-five-in-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114788422058667640</id><published>2006-05-17T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Slum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increased consumption of a much loved and admired thinker&lt;br /&gt;because of his love of architecture and modern cities&lt;br /&gt;proves that ideas about where we should live and how&lt;br /&gt;are at the heart of global questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slums filled with&lt;br /&gt;men and women who have chosen to stay at work because they &lt;br /&gt;claim to adore their jobs&lt;br /&gt;playing out a nervous and unconvincing love scene&lt;br /&gt;a pair of fleeing convicts, chained ankle to ankle and hip to hip&lt;br /&gt;by a kind of debilitating lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the heart of the thinker’s considerations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how burdensome failures and disappointments&lt;br /&gt;turn into victories&lt;br /&gt;how the unique and mundane&lt;br /&gt;travel hand in hand so often&lt;br /&gt;in the modern world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to reconcile it all&lt;br /&gt;so that we can live with one another&lt;br /&gt;no matter the overcrowding or how much our jobs&lt;br /&gt;make us feel like prisoners&lt;br /&gt;indentured to faceless masters&lt;br /&gt;who would do well to curb our&lt;br /&gt;natural appetites for love or at the minimum&lt;br /&gt;real human contact&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114788422058667640?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114788422058667640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114788422058667640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114788422058667640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114788422058667640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/slum-increased-consumption-of-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114779155615373639</id><published>2006-05-16T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...from a flier passed out at an unidentified Protestant Church in Southeastern Ohio around the time of our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;BEWARE THE HUN!!!! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning a trip to visit the various of jewels with which our Lord has blessed the Ohio River Valley? Well, do as all good Christians do and keep Cincinnati off your eye-tinary. It is a veritable Hun’s Haven on the shores of God’s land. These dirty migrants come to ruin farmland and embibe alcoholic spirits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HUN IS A MENANCE! AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED AT ALL COSTS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in God,&lt;br /&gt;Rev. D. Beautreau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114779155615373639?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114779155615373639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114779155615373639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114779155615373639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114779155615373639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114770433973658876</id><published>2006-05-15T10:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim saw Herman ahead on the shoulder of the road. To his eyes, the boy looked more an outline, a suggestion in a shadow than a person. Not too long gone were the days Jim suffered himself, thumbin’ and dreamin’ not of tomorrow but of being down the road a piece. He slowed and pulled close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where ya headed?" Jim asked using a white handkerchief to shield his mouth and nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Queen City, mister." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cincinnattitown! What you headed there for?" Jim asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My uncle's got work for me in his shop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle eh? What's your name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Herman Matchstow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?" Jim searched over the young hitchhiker, thinking he might be a run away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sixteen sir." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sixteen? Shouldn't you be in school?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Times tough for my family....," Herman paused and eyed his benefactor suspecting some trickery or another were afoot.  "What's your name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jim Crumbell. Kinda young to be going to Cincinnati for a job ain't ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Times are real tough." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know times are tough son. I’ve been all over. I know folks is struggling.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's real rough for my folks right now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How so boy?" As a businessman, Crumbell needed details not vagaries to close a deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My papa's sick. Mama tries to make money but it ain't easy for womenfolk to make enough to feed a family all on her own." Herman glanced away from Jim hoping to make it appear that his hungry stare was a trick of the twilight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114770433973658876?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114770433973658876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114770433973658876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114770433973658876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114770433973658876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/curiosity-industry-part-four-jim-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114736584324681301</id><published>2006-05-11T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:54.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A checkered bandanna to his mouth, Herman steadied himself in the breeze coming down the highway, the teeming dust all aswirl around him. Long for his age, in the middle of those awkward teenage years, his arms and legs had outgrown the rest of his slender frame. Resembling a scarecrow come to life, he lurched down the road with his thumb in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His family was in a bit of a rough patch. His pa had been sick and his ma had four kids to mind. Herman's leaving at least made it one less for her. He hoped to earn enough money to send something back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sp&gt;Herman couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in his gut at leaving his brother, Henry at the mercy of the town bully. But Herman's family was counting on him to hold a job and help them out, the best he could. He had been the protector almost as long as Henry been alive. It was time Henry learned to take care of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114736584324681301?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114736584324681301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114736584324681301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114736584324681301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114736584324681301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/curiosity-industry-part-th_114736584324681301.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114727754255836362</id><published>2006-05-10T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:20.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part Two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim headed east, following the mighty Ohio. He had rolled back the top. The wind whistled through his ears and played humbly in his thinning hair. Filled with the kinda confidence only luxury provides, he felt the world would soon be at his feet. He pulled up to the Toad Stool Bar in Wrensville, wanting to see how the new car would play with the fairer sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your car?” the blonde next to him asked, pointing to the picture window, Jim had been careful to park in front of. Otherwise, what was the point of owning such a fine machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah sugar it’s mine. Want to go for a spin around the block.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can’t. Meeting someone. You could buy me a drink, Mister?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Jim.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Miss Michelle Anderson.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Michelle Anderson claimed to be a dancer. Jim said that he was a manager. Neither of which was a total lie. She danced sometimes. Mainly to get the juicier parts of her package a-jigglin'. And he “handled talent” as he put it. Though some folks could question exactly what his performers were talented at besides scaring rubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim didn’t come here to impress with the whole story, just half of it. He’d planned to let the car fill in the rest. Happily, he found that Michelle was quick to cotton to the charms of a man who could call such a marvel of engineering his own. Before she left his side , she checked to make sure they were unobserved then leaned to Jim and whispered, “I'm leaving soon back to Chicago. Come back in two days and I’ll let you drive me home.” The afternoon heat combined with her gin breath produced an intoxicating aroma. Jim inhaled her greedily, like a horse sniffing after a coming storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114727754255836362?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114727754255836362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114727754255836362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114727754255836362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114727754255836362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/curiosity-industry-part-two-jim-headed.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114726783147918642</id><published>2006-05-10T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:20.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Newport Preservation Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frosted electric light bulb,&lt;br /&gt;lone decoration on a Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;a trailer truck east of New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard about the place from acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;who grew up in the neighborhood where&lt;br /&gt;an official of the agency in a position&lt;br /&gt;to rededicate himself to Creole&lt;br /&gt;or develop another, more natural language,&lt;br /&gt;rules out a communications pay off&lt;br /&gt;for those who can’t follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead he wrote a decree&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of a heat wave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“there were from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;instances in which the modern world would lose itself&lt;br /&gt;like Baghdad in April”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live music and outlandish cocktails high atop&lt;br /&gt;a light-filled space from where visitors can orient themselves&lt;br /&gt;offers memorable photo opportunities of places destroyed&lt;br /&gt;before they are blown completely from memory&lt;br /&gt;by vulgar wind sonnets and ten thousand bombs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114726783147918642?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114726783147918642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114726783147918642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114726783147918642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114726783147918642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/newport-preservation-society-frosted.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. Lelefski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389807637102108170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813039.post-114719256451190590</id><published>2006-05-09T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:20.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...from an Ad in the &lt;em&gt;Newport Examiner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey friends! Does night time make you anxious? Are you unable to sleep? Does the Sandman refuse to visit your bed chamber? Well, you can rest easy! The good folks at Ortho labs in Newport,Louisianaa have developed the safest, most effective sleep medicine money can buy. Through their patented opiate blending process, Orthonax provides a restful night's slumber. No harmful heart murmurs. No groggy wake ups. The only side effect of Orthonax's patented sleeppotion is you won't be able to get the same deep, restful night's sleep any other way! So pay a visit to you local druggist today and sleep the sleep of ages this very night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27813039-114719256451190590?l=snackcar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/feeds/114719256451190590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27813039&amp;postID=114719256451190590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114719256451190590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27813039/posts/default/114719256451190590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snackcar.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Roman V. 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