Monday, May 21, 2012

Eldridge Never Done No Wrong

Eldridge Hunter was convicted of a crime he did not commit! He lived for a time next door to Methuseala. At that time he was on probation doing a work program at Second Cup to refamiliarize himself with a cross section of society. A tragic sad truth was that he was put in solitary confinement early on in his prison sentence.It was a clerical error that was meant to place "Hunter Eldridge" not Eldridge Hunter in a self committed solitary "protective" custody. You see Hunter Eldridge prosalatized excessively among his fellow inmates about the little known cult sect he had established named "DW" "Do Without"promoted such lifestyle changes as living without running water and sewer and heating homes to but 58 degrees Fahrenheit. Hunter asserted that these practices built character. It was while serving in solitary that Eldridge grew to hate the cream and sugar that was added to the coffee prepared for the prisoners en masse and served in the end (nearly cold) to those serving in solitary. Serving solitary confinement prisoners last was a practice that dated back to Feudal England. Eldridge was out now and had found a purpose in life to convert as many coffee drinkers to drink "Black" coffee as he could. He was never forceful in his endevour he just never queried "Leave room for cream & sugar?" Thereby many customersdid in fact drink a little bit of "Black" coffee just to make room for cream. The parole board as was custom sought out a place for Eldridge after he left a halfway house a house of seven eighths way you might say. This is what brought him into close proximity to Methusala and L.N. Methusala was right next door and L.N.was directly across the street. L.N. worked at a watch repair depot (really just a battery and strap replacement joint) and Methusala was essentially retired. Methusalathe good old sock that he was often gave Eldridge a ride to Second Cup in the morning in his sidecar equiped last year of production Indian motorcycle. Eldridge was sometimes troubled by questions or thoughts that Methusala would put to him like "Do you suppose that at this very moment we are closer to the bginning of time or to the end of time?" All the same Eldridgedid appreciated the ride to work as it was all uphill and he easily skateboarded his way back home. Eldridges situation after parole was at first in two words "innocent fate". His place came furnished but time wears on things. His television being a relatively modern one produced after TV signals were transmitted digitally was conrolled by an infared remote but there was no remote in the house to be found. Eldridge fortunatly could turn the TV off and on with the switch on the case of the TV and the volume was generally at an acceptable level though it did vary from time to time. For a period of time Eldridge thought he somehow could control the channel selection with his own mind! This may have been rooted in the time spent in the silent darkness of solitary confinement where if you stayed still you could feel and then actually hear your heart beat and if you concentrated you could for moments at a time actually hear the blood rushing through veins close to your ear drums. It may have been this that gave Eldridge an even more personal relationship with his conscious mind than most people enjoy. As you might guess it wasn't Eldridges mind that changed the channels (usually to something far more entertaining) What it stemmed from was a situation some years beforehand when a sales peddaling outfit not unlke Watkins or Raleigh or God forbid Amway called "Door to Door Dollars" or "DDD" for short would travel through neighbourhoods peddeling manufacturers overstocked or perhaps out of date but usable items. It was just such a scenerio where the DDD representative was bartering a deal with L.N. on a fine Plasma Flat Panel TV that a transient who was squatting in what was now Eldridges place snatched a Plasma TV for himself as he was now siphoning power from Methusalas outsde outlet with a wire to the outside outlet of his own place and thence feeding his whole household with AC. Methusala was fully aware but was compassionate and allowed it to continue. When the squatter liberated the box with the TV he failed to snatch up the other smaller box that contained the manual various cords and the remote control. Call it Karma, Astrology, Lady Luck or simply the Universe unfolding as it should but whatever L.N. chose to watch due to his proximity across the street, a mirror on Eldridges livingroom wall and the positioning of the previously gained TV set L.N.'s choices through his remote were reflected quite litterally into Eldridges life. It was this and many other factors that contributed to Eldridges post parole rehabilatation and formed him somewhat into the person he is today.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Will that be Black or Leave Room for Cream

Back when I was a free man wondering the world or rather a free man living in the world I met a fellow in a locale coffee shop. I never really knew his name, it may have been Steve but in case it wasn't I'll refer to him as Arabica Robusta or A R for short.
Now A R was a cheerful sort, the kinda guy that you wouldn't get twisted out of shape about if he were dating your sister. A R had one problem though----- he was M T C (multi tasking compulsive). I didn't notice right away but the light slowly dawned. I observed that A R could set a customers cup to filling, transact payment and if it were a Large coffee dash out and wipe a table and return in time to turn off the coffee dispensing spigot. It really was a phenomena I have yet to see equaled.
Accidents happen, and as I understand it A R was riding the crest of one of his multi tasking sessions when he was confused, no not confused I don't think he was ever confused but more like a super tuned engine whose timing chain slipped but one cog bringing about a collision between an exhaust valve and the top of a high compression piston--thats the best analogy I can draw. From what I am told A R was grinding coffee, washing china cups and God knows what else he was doing and he plunged his hand into the open grinder like it were a sink of coffee cups!
Some say it's a miracle, I attribute it to A R's compulsiveness plain and simple but after just one and a half weeks recovery time and with one club hand A R is accomplishing what he could before the sorry accident incident.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Where it all began

Dear L N,
Well I've been holidaying here in the Honduras countryside and learning about their culture, society and history. I gotta tell you some of it is absolutely fascinating.
For instance, in the Western regions there are still cave dwelling groups of people who apparently in the past were a very fierce bunch. These people can easily be identified by the streaks of what appears to be blond hair on their heads of very dark hair. From what I have read the streaking comes about in the rainy season when rain water percolates down through the earth passing through natural deposits of peroxide then drips on the heads of these cave dwellers while they innocently carry on their day to day business but causes the bleaching. Historically these people due to their fierceness commanded such respect that other people have taken to cutting locks of their own hair and by whatever means dyeing or bleaching it then re-attaching it in their hair to give the impression they themselves are of this cave dwelling group called the Landcombs.
I've seen for myself the respect given these people be they authentic Landcombs or not (it is very hard to tell). On one occasion when a very popular band was playing in a bar here I saw two Landcombs approach a stage side table and the four seated at the table without a word got up and surrendered the table to the two without question!
Something I really wish you could witness is the ice cream carts. They don't have bells like we are used to. They have stereo speakers playing music, but get this it is always, always that old Iron Butterfly hit In Godda Da Vida. I gotta wonder if an old band member doesn't own the franchise.
There really is too much to tell you about in a letter so I'll call you and we can get together over a bottle of single malt when I get back.

Till then,
Roxella

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Something More Blatant than the Willie Dixon Compositions Plagerized by British Rockers

So its not bad enough that a popular Blues Rock organization who shall go unnamed at this point should use a number of Willie Dixons' compositions with slight arrangement differences on one of their early albums without giving any credit what so ever. That album subsequently sold well earning them fortunes. Now in my research to find the hidden meaning in Hugh Lauries' "Too Long Johnny" I come across this back woods by the creek acoustic-electric duo performing a rudimentary ditty that I can tell full well that another British band whose name has a colour in it clearly stole the base idea from and turned it into something only slightly more complex. Click here to see a video of this talented pair and tell me that they to haven't been robbed. You I am sure will immediately recognize the tune from your high school dances and record hops.
Clearly the simple man's greatness is once again stolen without notice. One wonders how many other "Great" hits are actually the work of a simpler more honest folk.
I can't change things but I can make more people aware. Tomorrow in the exercise yard I intend to make a speech revealing this injustice. On some levels this is worse than global warming!

Friday, April 13, 2007

Salvation Through Roxella

Well it seemed like an eternity but some good soul earned me a weekend out.
As I was stepping outside the penitentiary exercise yard after the warden had affixed a monitor to my left ankle who should pull up in a shiny navy blue Audie A4 but Roxella!! In her ever cool manner through the rolled down passenger window she said,"So where you goin' LN"
I told her how good it was to see her and that I was off to save the world if I could and maybe she could help.
"Well I'ld love to help you but for tonight how about we have some good old "We" time after all this is Easter long and we'll work something out for sure"
"I've got these excellent Hugh Laurie stage side passes 'cause I know how much you love the blues"
Well Roxella and I we drank and we talked and we talked and we drank. All the time we were at that stage side table Roxella the sweetheart that she is was making me a bootleg video of Hugh on stage. In case you aren't familiar with Hugh Laurie in his musical incarnation,
here is a clip.

I chose that tune because I think there is a clue to a plan for how I might save the world in those lyrics. Roxella and I mulled over the issue and we are both committed to that task now. She's on the outside and I'm back in here now but maybe you can help 'cipher the clue that I just know is embedded in Too Long Johnny. I don't think we should look for anything very complex as I have found that the best answers to problems are almost always the simplest.
I like the late R.L. Burnsides' quip " You can dial 911 but I like my .357" by that I don't mean that I believe violence is the way to save the world it was just an example of someones belief in simple answers to problems.
If you have any ideas be they related to the encoded message in "Too Long Johnny" or just an idea as to how to bring to a stop space travel, do please drop me a line right here on my blog. There's a place at the bottom for you to click and leave a message. I'll be checking often because this IS important.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Hey! If I'ld known maybe I wouldn't be here now!

Like why do they keep things secret? When I was a kid if I had had access to this information I might not be where I am today. Take a look at this for yourself before it's too late. http://learn.genetics.utah.edu/units/addiction/drugs/Mouse%20Party.swf
This sort of thing would have helped me make informed decisions. Like I remember seeing this http://dabble.com/node/6648232 but I was so young and I didn't understand some of the slang terms so I guess I just didn't take it seriously. Now here I am helpless in here and no one is earning me weekends out of here either! Please understand I'm not complaining but I would like to save the world from itself.
Oh well whatever.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Getting weekend parole to save the world


Sunday, January 14, 2007


Current mood: anxious
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

Dear reader please for my sake go to this site and if you can solve the puzzle I get a weekend away from this State run institute whose name I don't even remember anymore.
If you could please just take a few minutes of your valuable time to help set an innocent man free for 48 short hours.
I have to get away to save the world. I've been reading my friend BJ's chronicals and it turns out that it is actually space travel that is CAUSING GLOBAL WARMING!!! This is truly an evil world we live in where a few curious minds get to eventually devastate an entire planet just so they can find out if maybe once upon a time there was life miniscule though it may have been on Mars or just what the rings on Saturn look like up close.
I'll have to get help from Roxella and if I can find BJ and his friend Menzies maybe we can put a stop to space travel and save the world so that BJ and Menzies can have a hope of re-populating it with their "New civilization"
The more people who log on and solve that puzzle the more time I will have to do this.
Please I beg of you
L N
PS Your great great great Grandchildren will thank you