Subject: A post about Slack to lift my spirits

From: !!!bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar)

Date: 1998/01/14

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Newsgroups: alt.slack

 

I'm feeling more than a little depressed tonight, so I thought I'd

reflect on the absolute pure Slack I experienced a few days ago, just

to lift my spirits and remind me what it's all about...

 

Sr. Jezabel the Unclean came up from Ft. Worth, Saturday. She was here

for long enough to smoke my cigarettes and take a shower. She came

downstairs lookin' all elegant and purty. Her aunt was taking her to

the symphony and Itzak Perlman was playing. Her stuff was stowed in

the guest room and I knew she'd be back in the morning for coffee.

 

Sunday morning, I sat smoking drinking coffee and sitting at the

computer, reading. It's my equivalent of a Sunday paper, since there

are no newspapers worth a shit in Oklahoma. When Jez returned we

smoked more cigarettes, drank more coffee and talked about Itzak. Then

Sr. Do-me called and said that John was cooking and we were to get our

asses over there A.S.A.P. We all got dressed and went.

 

You know how it is when your friends have friends that they want you

to like as much as they do, but you're not sure that you're really

going to? Well...I was a little worried. Jez has gone on about her

friend, John, for a long time now and I wasn't sure. I should have

trusted her. John and I bonded immediately. THAT MUTHERFUCKER CAN

COOK! Not only can he cook, but he was the cook at Esalen--the

spiritual headquarters of central California and just a hop skip and a

jump from my old stomping grounds. We chatted like old friends and I

enjoyed watching him make everything from scratch, no skipping, no

shitty ingredients.

 

Soon, Terri and Tim (friends who were with us when I slashed my scalp

in the great rafting disaster of '97) showed up and the pipe came out

and we were all talking smoking and laughing. Good smells were coming

out of the kitchen, Denver was winning, and I was surrounded by

interesting funny people. The coffee flowed like rivers. The pipe was

always full. I thought, "It just doesn't get any better than this."

Then John served the salad.

 

It was mixed baby field greens, topped with: scallions, oven roasted

red peppers, calamara olives, crisp bacon, bleu cheese chunks and

John's homemade vinaigrette. On the side he had little toasted wedges

of garlic jalapeno bread. It was incredible. I was in heaven.

 

The pipe went 'round some more, we kept talking, laughing, praising

John, smoking more cigarettes, petting the dogs, drinking coffee. It

just doesn't get any better than this... Then John served the entree.

 

It was a variation on eggs benedict. Atop a toasted English muffin, he

placed a poached egg, then hollandaise, then sauteed scallops, a

little tomato relish on one side and topped it all off with a lobster

star (made by cutting discs out of a lobster tail.) On the side were

garlic sauteed mushrooms and oven roasted herbed potatoes. Now I knew

I was in heaven. There was silence in the room as we devoured the

delicacies. John was smiling, in his element.

 

When we had all but licked the plates clean, we had another round or

two on the pipe, smoked some more cigs and talked about everything

under the sun. We petted the dogs goodbye and trundled out to the car.

 

 

THIS is Slack. This is pure joy. Good food and friends you can trust

and good conversation which includes much laughter; that's Slack of

the finest kind. And you know what? It really DOESN'T get any better

than this.

 

 

Tarla

****

Dammit Jeb, I'm as Amish as the next guy, but if we don't take

out that sub, there won't be a Pennsylvania to go home TO!

--my son, Eric.

***

Rev. Mutha Tarla Star ://www.ionet.net/~bmyers/homepage.html

 

 

Subject:

Re: A post about Slack to lift my spirits

Date:

Sat, 17 Jan 1998 00:17:07 GMT

From:

UnitIV@sputum.com (Doktor DynaSoar)

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unit4@sputum.com

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References:

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Senator John Glenn, 76, first American to orbit earth, has just been chosen

to ride high again. He will ride a shuttle launch scheduled for October, in

part as a study on the effects of aging on the body using microgravity as a

comparison environment.

 

Damn but it's a great time for becoming an old fart.

 

Him AND his wife are two of my frequent shordurpersavs.

 

Imagine the Slack of looking out the window and seeing the whole damn

planet. He did it in '61 and he'll do it in '98. And dollars to Dobbsheads

the lot of you will be sucking on your saucer tickets next October

wondering what happened, while HE is soaking in the Slack.

 

--

(@ @)\DynaSoar\___, Doktor DynaSoar Iridium, Scienfictiontologist

ll ll Yetii Genetii Research InstiToot, Somedamnwhere, VA

Clench of The One True Pipe Dream, ElectroChurch of the SubGenius

 

 

Subject:

Re: A post about Slack to lift my spirits

Date:

Sun, 18 Jan 1998 17:36:27 GMT

From:

iceknife@lanminds.com (ICEKNIFE)

Organization:

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!!!bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar) wrote:

<sappy middle-aged artfag poo-poo>

 

 

>THIS is Slack. This is pure joy. Good food and friends you can trust

>and good conversation which includes much laughter; that's Slack of

>the finest kind. And you know what? It really DOESN'T get any better

>than this.

 

you sure are fucking OLD.

 

goddamn, talk about becoming a a spokes-drone for the revolution of

lowered expectations!

 

if you EVER put your TOUCHY-FEELEE LOW-RENT YUPPIE WANNABE MIDDLE-AGED

NEARER-MY-DEATH-TO-THEE-SO LET'S-SLOW-DOWN SCHMALTZ IN MY CHEERIOS

AGAIN YOU ARE FUCKING *DEAD*, DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? *DEAD*!!!

 

<BLAMO!>

 

DEAD!!! DEAD DEAD DEAD! AAARRRGGGHHHHHH!

 

and,

 

ya used ta be a fun, cool, HIP chick!

 

I liked you better when you were a big hairy fat old undead biker

dyke. So, apparently, did you.

 

okbye.

 

 

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Re: A post about Slack to lift my spirits

Date:

Sun, 18 Jan 1998 21:01:57 GMT

From:

!!!bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar)

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iceknife@lanminds.com (ICEKNIFE) wrote:

 

>!!!bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar) wrote:

><sappy middle-aged artfag poo-poo>

 

 

>>THIS is Slack. This is pure joy. Good food and friends you can trust

>>and good conversation which includes much laughter; that's Slack of

>>the finest kind. And you know what? It really DOESN'T get any better

>>than this.

 

>you sure are fucking OLD.

 

Yes, I am. I don't need to kill, maim, or burn things just to have a

good time anymore.

 

>goddamn, talk about becoming a a spokes-drone for the revolution of

>lowered expectations!

 

Perhaps. But don't you think that actually getting a decent

conversation is a fairly HIGH expectation? I mean it. Maybe YOU are

lucky enough to be with a good sized group of people on a daily basis

who can actually engage your mind and make you laugh, but not everyone

is so lucky. Most conversations are boring, predictable and mundane.

To actually be stimulated for several hours on end is NOT a low

expectation, it's beyond most people's wildest dreams.

 

>if you EVER put your TOUCHY-FEELEE LOW-RENT YUPPIE WANNABE MIDDLE-AGED

>NEARER-MY-DEATH-TO-THEE-SO LET'S-SLOW-DOWN SCHMALTZ IN MY CHEERIOS

>AGAIN YOU ARE FUCKING *DEAD*, DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? *DEAD*!!!

 

Slow down? On a daily basis you're telling me that you rush from

dizzying excitement to thrilling chase all day long? I'm calling

bullshit on that one. Unless you're on the lam from the law, gang

members and ex-wives, your day is probably more dull and mundane than

my sleeping hours.

 

><BLAMO!>

 

>DEAD!!! DEAD DEAD DEAD! AAARRRGGGHHHHHH!

 

Not dead...able to enjoy a moment to its fullest and not about to

apologize for it.

 

>and,

 

>ya used ta be a fun, cool, HIP chick!

 

Still am. Always will be. I just know the difference between posing

and really enjoying something.

 

>I liked you better when you were a big hairy fat old undead biker

>dyke. So, apparently, did you.

 

No I didn't. I never got to bathe enough in those days.

 

 

****

Dammit Jeb, I'm as Amish as the next guy, but if we don't take

out that sub, there won't be a Pennsylvania to go home TO!

--my son, Eric.

***

Rev. Mutha Tarla Star ://www.ionet.net/~bmyers/homepage.html