Fuseki

It’s sneaking up on us. Are you registered yet?
i mean, it was dark, how could i tell?
stating the obvious
Mind you, we have no intention of doing anything about it.
At least, not until the flying monkey has left Oz…
i hate LA

The dwarf had a brother.
Name of Chuck. Charles, actually. Charles Sherwood Stratton.
So…Tom Thumb.
Guess his parents thought it a homage. They would almost certainly have to be related to the famous man.
“gen…ge…” Chuck tried to say.
“What’s that?” He is almost gone, his voice but a whisper.
“General…Tom…Thumb.” And he died.
Right. General Tom Thumb. Should have guessed – he was a lot harder to kill than his brother. Though, in point of fact, I had not killed him as I had his brother.
We had been eating manok pansuh ruas in the longhouse when the dwarf made a mistake. He took out a small digital camera and, under the guise of shooting a few snaps of the villagers, surreptitiously got a couple of pics of me.
It was the babies that did him in.
The Dyak are not as they once were. They are no longer headhunters. The government of Borneo slaughtered so many of them that they finally gave it up. But they have some customs that, deep in the jungle away from the ever prying eyes of the government, they simply will not abandon.
Photographing a baby while in the longhouse is death. It’s that simple.
Several of the men stood and loosened their parangs from the sashes that function as belts for their dirty sea-pants. A couple of men had nyabors. All were waiting for the tuai rumah to nod his assent, which he would surely do.
Karl was speaking over my right shoulder.
“A lot of people beat up on me. …my attitude is, you know, I know who I am. I’m not the myth that I’ve been developed into and there’s nothing I can do — I’m like Grendel and Beowulf.”
I turned to look. In the high corner of the longhouse, at the open end facing the lagoon, a TV, complete with a pair of rabbit ears [tin-foiled to better focus the rays, so there you, silly schizos], showed Turd Blossom’s smug and smiling face.
Someone off camera mentioned the Congressional subpoena. Rove responded.
“It’s not between me and Congress. I’ve not asserted any personal privilege — this is between the White House and Congress. … (it’s about) the ability of the president to receive advice from senior advisers and for those senior advisers not to be at the beck and call of Congress for testimony.”
Even the villagers knew Karl diss’d Congress, didn’t show up for his hearing. They laughed about it.
I have to talk with Karl. I miss Warren.
I stand over General Tom Thumb and watch as his blood pools on the ruai. The villagers have gone back to eating, talking, and playing with the little ones. His wallet bulges out of what used to be attached to his legs. I lean over and snag it, trying to get as little of his gore on me. The wallet is stuck in the pocket and my tugs keep moving his ass further and further away from his torso and his legs. It’s almost comical, a dwarf yo-yo. Finally the wallet comes free.
The dwarf I killed in Ushuaia is there, he has his arm around General Tom Thumb, a big smile on his face, in a picture that was taken on a beach somewhere. Maybe Ushuaia. In his other hand is what looks to be a matchbook.
Huh.
This dwarf has a US driver’s license. Out of L.A.
The villagers’ use of their parangs was so quick I never saw any single blow, just the results: a hand dropped to the floor, an ear, and then an arm. It was over before either I or General Tom Thumb could comprehend it.
an easy one

How many brands are embedded in your brain?
rocket science

One of my monthly reads is having a little contest.
Well aware of the quality of thought that exists within the KC blogosphere, I thought I would invite everyone and their dog to enter.
Groovy prizes. Fame. Forutne. Maybe a little dope, who knows?
Enter here.
free wheelin’

In a further effort to promote bike riding in KC, the city has teamed up with a handful of bike stores to give away a limited number of bikes…as long as you’ll blog about the experience.
This is a nifty idea that -merely incidentally- has the added benefit of twisting KC’s leading latina blogger’s panties into such a twist she’ll rail for (more) weeks on end - gotta love it.
As much as I like all this, bike riding in KC is never going to take off until the city breaks down and starts creating bike lanes. Period.
Here’s the link for the contest. The City’s announcement is below.
keep looking »News from City Hall
City Communications Office
City of Kansas City, Mo.
www.kcmo.org
CONTACT: Mary Charles, City Communications Officer, (816) 513-1356
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: July 16, 2008Bike contest is something to blog aboutChallenge is open to those with or without a bicycle
The City of Kansas City, Mo., has partnered with five area bicycle retailers to sponsor the Choose 2 Bike Challenge. All Kansas City area residents at least 18 years old who apply online at www.choose2bike.com are eligible for the contest. Four winners will be selected based on responses to short-answer questions.
Winners will receive a bike, helmet and lock and must be willing to blog about their experiences riding a bike in Kansas City during a three-month period.
“Whether you ride your bike daily or are interested in getting started riding a bike, this is a great opportunity to encourage others by sharing your stories about riding,” said Deb Ridgway, the City’s bicycle and pedestrian coordinator. “The bicycle is a great way to avoid short car trips that pollute the most, and also is a good way to help make Kansas City, Mo., one of the greenest cities in the nation.”
Deadline for entry is July 25. Winners will be announced July 28-30. For more information, contest rules and entry submission, visit www.choose2bike.com.
The City is partnering with Bike Source, Cycle City, Epic Bike and Sport, Family Bicycles and LocalCycling.com.
Media inquiries about the contest and the City’s bicycle and pedestrian initiatives should be directed to Deb Ridgway, bicycle and pedestrian coordinator, (816) 513-2592.


