Subject: A post about Slack to lift my spirits
From: !!!bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar)
Date: 1998/01/14
Message-ID: <69h1vc$dnm@snews1.zippo.com>
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)
Reply-To:
unit4@sputum.com
Organization:
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Newsgroups:
alt.slack
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:
LanMinds, Inc. (Not Responsible for Content)
Newsgroups:
alt.slack
References:
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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)
Organization:
Little Sisters of the Perpetually Juicy
Newsgroups:
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References:
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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