Showing posts with label Hogmobile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hogmobile. Show all posts
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Luck Would Have It
Last night the preternaturally cool summer day was ended by a spectacular rosy sunset sunset on one side of the horizon and a rainbow on the other. Quite a sight. The Yardhog was already buzzing, having just survived a breakdown on I-64 in the Hogmobile. The car stopped just in time for him to seek the left shoulder lane and hop out for a two mile walk to the Hurstbourne exit. But a good Samaritan in a SUV picked him up and not only took him to the nearest service station but let the Hog use his cell phone to call road service and then took him back his car to wait. The fellow sacrificed a sizable portion of his day to the Hog's rescue. What wonders! The tow truck driver, who happened to be a woman (do we see a pattern here?) also did a wondrous job in saving the Hog from harm. All this while thousands of rush hour crazed drivers drove by at high rates of speed. Oh I'm a lucky Porker!
Friday, June 18, 2004
Last Words
18 June 2004 @ 08:06 am
"Evil covered by transparent lies, that only the very stupid will believe. And (that) the liars and promoters of the Big Lie work tirelessly (since they have nothing else to do) to promulgate..."
"People in the mainstream are actually getting stupider, under a deadly hail of lies and misinformation from those in power."
William Burroughs
Very interesting, reading the last journals of a dying man, especially when the man is one of most bizarre and wisest thinkers of his generation.
So, Yardhog was more than enthralled yesterday as he sat in a local Mexican restaurant drinking a Margarita and perusing the "Final Journals of William S. Burroughs."
The Hog had just gotten to the April 1997 entries, where Burroughs is lamenting the recent death of his great friend Allen Ginsberg, when a young Mexican boy approaches and asks "How much you pay for car?" The lad, one of the workers in the restaurant is looking out the window and beaming at the Hogmobile.
When the Hog told him the price, he became even more enthralled, opening the front door of the restaurant and going outside to get a closer look. When he returned still smiling ear to ear he asked, "How many gears?"
"Six," the Hog told him. "Six!," the boy exclaimed. "Six! Six! Six," like a mantra.
The Hogmobile had worked it's magic once again. luv, yardhog
"People in the mainstream are actually getting stupider, under a deadly hail of lies and misinformation from those in power."
William Burroughs
Very interesting, reading the last journals of a dying man, especially when the man is one of most bizarre and wisest thinkers of his generation.
So, Yardhog was more than enthralled yesterday as he sat in a local Mexican restaurant drinking a Margarita and perusing the "Final Journals of William S. Burroughs."
The Hog had just gotten to the April 1997 entries, where Burroughs is lamenting the recent death of his great friend Allen Ginsberg, when a young Mexican boy approaches and asks "How much you pay for car?" The lad, one of the workers in the restaurant is looking out the window and beaming at the Hogmobile.
When the Hog told him the price, he became even more enthralled, opening the front door of the restaurant and going outside to get a closer look. When he returned still smiling ear to ear he asked, "How many gears?"
"Six," the Hog told him. "Six!," the boy exclaimed. "Six! Six! Six," like a mantra.
The Hogmobile had worked it's magic once again. luv, yardhog
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