Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Cache up

i've had these two notes for a bit. gotta get em on here and be free of em. i find em funny, though i do empathize with the writers. i just don't have control over all aspects of the meter, so it's a judgement call - if i don't know your car, you're safe, i'll take your word for it. and, of course, if i know the car from great parking (there are some! (i smile typing that)), i'll certainly trust (and not write you a ticket). dunno if that's true for the other officers (we're officers) though...so, keep that in mind. circa Jan/Feb 2012.

Yesterday: Awesome Day

Mar. 19, 2012. This really helps make the job enjoyable. I adore this.
This don't hurt either :) this is one of my favorite things yet. Kudos. Mar. 19, 2012.

Hall of Shame Archive

maybe i'm an asshole. (meter attendant/ticket writer!) - (sometimes, it's just SO tedious (i'll spare you the extra Os - see, i am tired. ;jaded, (tired.).

it has become necessary to have a Hall of Shame archive. (and i can't even get everything that ticks me off on here!) HA!

start with a story.

story (true story): a middle-aged man parked his van on the grass strip between the sidewalk and the street (on the curb) *(the first guy i saw do this was older - i've worked here 21 months - two people have pulled this shit, and they both battled it out with me verbally - the second guy - the van guy (the first, older guy had a white pick-up truck - of course - pretty sure there's a confederate flag and a jesus fish on the truck... [takes an asshole to know one?!! - well, we're definitely different kinds of assholes, a little - i think confederate flags, and jesus fish are lame, most of the time. i can dig the occasional jesus fish, but mostly, i don't usually like the people who have them on their cars...

you following? the gist is this: both of these sidewalkgrass parking stinkbags (lol - i'm really trying to grump it up) - these poo-ponys; these slimesuckers, rot-breathers, etc... BOTH battled it out with me, like they should be able to park there - the first, confederate lavaeater said it was private property (i had to check with a lawyer and get back to him - "infringement of public right of way" (all i could say before checking was "this doesn't look right to me." (lol.)

and the second guy was way more annoying - he was mocking me - literally repeating what i said, except in a really annoying whiny voice, and as he sped off (seriously!) his bratty niece (they were working on opening up a shop) sassed me: "you don't have to act like it's the end of the world!" - i was pissed, honestly, cause i never even thought it was EVEN CLOSE to the end of the world. so i said to her: "i know it's not the end of the world - that's why i came to tell you to move the car." (i'm not bragging about the retort - it's just obvious...i think).

this second incident did get me to thinking though (when stuff like this happens, as detached as i feel about the necessity of holding on to the job, or getting really serious/bent out of shape about conflicts, when conflicts do occur (especially heated ones, like these and a few other kinds), my heart really does get to racing, and it's disruptive of a certain level of peace i tend to exist in - so this gets me to thinking about habits of anger - we can easily succumb to this, in many different ways ("Presidency," "Campaigning" ?!?!?!?!?! !!!! OIL??!!!! GREEN ENERGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)  

it is up to us to be honest with our loved ones. but we must first be honest with ourselves/ "God." - meditate. be-alive in your Love (joy)! - 
"You cannot EARN the Grace." -Martin Luther (paraphrase)
"BE the change you wish to see." - Gandhi (paraphrase)

anger is poison.

Love boldly.

i guess this explains the Hall of Shame, actually - I (capital) must state honestly that certain things offend me. I needen't punish. My responsibility is to heal the pain - to take it lightly, to coax humor into the scene.


Feb. 13, 2012. yuck.

4.27.2012. I'm ASSUMING this is more about no-love-for than fetishism.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Let the Music Make "Me" // ("double wiggly fence")

oh wow
how much space
will it take
it to make it,

this is the unfolding of a post i've "owed" - you see,
there's something i mean to make.
job loss be damned,
i aim to come clean
no " (say "quote")
. ("dot")
stop on it.

what i've meant to tell you
has taken millennia:

the red-dotted line disappears though,

what's hidden is My massage.
(pun intended,
but You don't get it, with a capital
"quote unquote"
descended (eye)

the silence,

remind me that i^
"job loss be damned,"
heard the mEssage I made earlier:

the Subjective's effort
to comply; to adhere
entertain, be clear, and intriguing -
a tad bit of mystery
while Saying,

the only way i can is through "Myself"
referred to earlier:

for Me,
a stoned prayer during Yog(a)nanda
et cetera,
and referral
to Me
and Weed (marihuana)

In 2004, the United Nations estimated that global consumption of cannabis indicated that approximately 4.0 percent of the adult world population (162 million people) used cannabis annually, and that approximately 0.6 percent (22.5 million) of people used cannabis daily.[7]

font of affiliaton,
i mustn't discredit 


these are things i've thought, parking job-related:

1. those purple mesh shorts are so tight against that dude's body i can see his tightie-whitey'd asscurve through the holes his girth spreads..

2. man, all these peeps should talk with their passengers (adolescents, usually), instead of letting them listen to whatever in those earbuds (headphones) - though i once saw this girl fuckin jamming out in the car with her mom. this girl was dancin up a storm in that seat and the mom was all just like "do de do do..i'm fuckin drivin'." :)




     March 13-17, 2012: 
"Famous" actors are filming a movie in town. It's a huge endeavor, requiring several streets be shut down, many hours of police office rental, and much equipment. I find the miles of these cables strung across town to be pretty interesting and profound. *you should see the crowds that gather hoping for a look at -something-. :)

Cats Make SOME Things Better (Archive)

Graffiti/Pee alcove. Photographed March, 15 2012.