The Instant Coffee
The instant coffee which the Lidgleys sent from London is; keeping alive a streak; excellent.
"Instant coffee" isn't "instant coffee," otherwise everyone would just get the cheap stuff from Save-A-Lot.
Last year, they sent Nescafe Classico instant, which made an excellent cup, and which required less of itself to do so. This year it is excellent, but I forget the brand.
I'm going to have some now.....
My thanks to the Lidgleys, if they see this before I get a chance to catch up on my mail...
Combined with the little stove which Alex from California sent and which runs off of "Yellow Heat," which is some kind of inflamatory which burns "clean," the instant coffe is a powerful assett, which will save me money on $3.19 Starbucks drinks, while not robbing me of the flavor and "coffee satisfaction," of that product.
And at those times when I can't use the stove, like in an airport which might have rules against open flames, I can bring the giftcard to Starbucks itself.
Plus there is the priceless bonus of being able to walk into the hotels which are dying to be swank and exclusive but are saddled with the presence of a Starbucks cafe which is open to "the public," and patronise that cafe, sitting for a good while sipping and reading the New York Times and USA Today's which people leave behind....
They also sent three shirts, one of them almost a tye-dye, another the exact kind of shirt that the clean guy would wear (in fact, the other night, when I didn't see him there and I was wearing the shirt, with the third shirt -a long sleeved denim button up one- I was tempted to jump up on the spot and do a clean guy routine (think Bill Murray's lounge singing character; those old enough to remember that...)
Cigarettes were included; Benson & Hedges, which blow away American cigarettes like Marlboro, like a puff of smoke. An amount of cash, also, which gave me the freedom to do whatever the heck I wanted to, that next day, which turned out to be what I usually do, and all in all it was a well thought out parcel. They must have done their homework and read this blog, so uncannily apt were some of the things.
Not My Color
I went to take a shower at Rebuild yesterday morning, and saw Howard arrive to do the same, apparently planning to change back into the clothes that he has been wearing for the past month.
I gave him a couple of my shirts, now that I have 3 new ones. One which I gave him was the black and white checkered flannel one, which a lady had given me outside a church on a cold day. I had a couple bad sets tip-wise, wearing that shirt, and decided that black and white just wasn't my color.
I slept until 11 a.m. this morning,
at the "sign" spot. I needed the rest.
The poor souls at the library patio have to be up and out by 8 a.m., as there have been posted "no loitering" signs there, by the library staff.
They still loiter, asleep. I wouldn't sleep as soundly as possible, knowing that the posted signs give the cops carte blanche, if they ever need a dozen or so inmates, or if the Mayor say's, "Some of the NFL executives are going to have to stay at the Holiday Inn, across the street from the library, because there are so many people in town for the college games; could you guy's get the bums off the patio...?"
I look forward to having a covert dwelling, out in nature, where I can feed birds by day and possums will be welcome to approach my fire pit with their eyes glowing orange at night and feed off scraps from my grill, which will be laden with roasted fish that I caught that morning, out of the stream which runs by my camp which I have dammed up to form a bathtub, also.
Lions and Saints
The big news of the day, (for a street musician) is that, at 7 p.m. tonight, there will be a big-time NFL playoff game at the Superdome which, hopefully, will be attended by only those wealthy enough to purchase a playoff ticket, and who are patrons of The Arts.
The MP3 Player
I have lost a lot of music off of the MP3 player, after a mishap while trying to synch the device to the computer here at the library. It gets really "technical," the nature of what happened, but the result is, IF ANYONE CAN E-MAIL ME MUSIC AS ATTACHMENTS, I WILL APPRECIATE IT, AND FEEL FREE TO SEND MUSIC THAT IS NOT WIDELY POPULAR.
The Cell Phone
My phone isn't charging up as much as it used to, during an hour or two session on the computer here.
It might be related to the frayed cable, maybe the wire which carries the charging current isn't always connected...
My Glasses
One of the "arms?" has fallen off of my eye glasses. I can still wear them, as one arm is enough to keep them on my head. New Orleans just appears slightly tilted now. I think that the screw which holds the arm in place, unscrewed itself over time (the same time period that I was "screwing" myself, maybe) and that is the only problem with them. The real problem is getting to Wal-Mart and dealing with the situation at their Vision-Mart.
The Future
There is a playoff game tonight, another game Monday night, and then there is nothing keeping me here except a morbid fascination with impending doom.
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| Where the parcel originated from |
"Instant coffee" isn't "instant coffee," otherwise everyone would just get the cheap stuff from Save-A-Lot.
Last year, they sent Nescafe Classico instant, which made an excellent cup, and which required less of itself to do so. This year it is excellent, but I forget the brand.
I'm going to have some now.....
My thanks to the Lidgleys, if they see this before I get a chance to catch up on my mail...
Combined with the little stove which Alex from California sent and which runs off of "Yellow Heat," which is some kind of inflamatory which burns "clean," the instant coffe is a powerful assett, which will save me money on $3.19 Starbucks drinks, while not robbing me of the flavor and "coffee satisfaction," of that product.
And at those times when I can't use the stove, like in an airport which might have rules against open flames, I can bring the giftcard to Starbucks itself.
Plus there is the priceless bonus of being able to walk into the hotels which are dying to be swank and exclusive but are saddled with the presence of a Starbucks cafe which is open to "the public," and patronise that cafe, sitting for a good while sipping and reading the New York Times and USA Today's which people leave behind....
Cigarettes were included; Benson & Hedges, which blow away American cigarettes like Marlboro, like a puff of smoke. An amount of cash, also, which gave me the freedom to do whatever the heck I wanted to, that next day, which turned out to be what I usually do, and all in all it was a well thought out parcel. They must have done their homework and read this blog, so uncannily apt were some of the things.
Not My Color
I went to take a shower at Rebuild yesterday morning, and saw Howard arrive to do the same, apparently planning to change back into the clothes that he has been wearing for the past month.
I gave him a couple of my shirts, now that I have 3 new ones. One which I gave him was the black and white checkered flannel one, which a lady had given me outside a church on a cold day. I had a couple bad sets tip-wise, wearing that shirt, and decided that black and white just wasn't my color.
I slept until 11 a.m. this morning,
at the "sign" spot. I needed the rest.
The poor souls at the library patio have to be up and out by 8 a.m., as there have been posted "no loitering" signs there, by the library staff.
They still loiter, asleep. I wouldn't sleep as soundly as possible, knowing that the posted signs give the cops carte blanche, if they ever need a dozen or so inmates, or if the Mayor say's, "Some of the NFL executives are going to have to stay at the Holiday Inn, across the street from the library, because there are so many people in town for the college games; could you guy's get the bums off the patio...?"
Lions and Saints
The big news of the day, (for a street musician) is that, at 7 p.m. tonight, there will be a big-time NFL playoff game at the Superdome which, hopefully, will be attended by only those wealthy enough to purchase a playoff ticket, and who are patrons of The Arts.
The MP3 Player
I have lost a lot of music off of the MP3 player, after a mishap while trying to synch the device to the computer here at the library. It gets really "technical," the nature of what happened, but the result is, IF ANYONE CAN E-MAIL ME MUSIC AS ATTACHMENTS, I WILL APPRECIATE IT, AND FEEL FREE TO SEND MUSIC THAT IS NOT WIDELY POPULAR.
The Cell Phone
My phone isn't charging up as much as it used to, during an hour or two session on the computer here.
It might be related to the frayed cable, maybe the wire which carries the charging current isn't always connected...
My Glasses
One of the "arms?" has fallen off of my eye glasses. I can still wear them, as one arm is enough to keep them on my head. New Orleans just appears slightly tilted now. I think that the screw which holds the arm in place, unscrewed itself over time (the same time period that I was "screwing" myself, maybe) and that is the only problem with them. The real problem is getting to Wal-Mart and dealing with the situation at their Vision-Mart.
The Future
There is a playoff game tonight, another game Monday night, and then there is nothing keeping me here except a morbid fascination with impending doom.
You need to get your thumb gettin' you on down the road.
ReplyDeleteLo and behold I'm buying a motorcycle tonight, so I'll be able to get myself around *very* well. I rode 'em a ton years and years ago, then in '08 got a 250 Rebel because it would absolutely sip gas. I rode that x-country to get back here to California, yep out on the freeways with the truckers, true knights of the road. I sold it in 09 or early '10 I forget, anyway now I'm getting a bike that's maybe 100lbs heavier but has 3X the horsepower, basically it's a 600 Ninja engine in a cruiser frame called the "Eliminator" which makes it sound like a cure for constipation but .... bike names.... sigh.
Anyway it means I'll be able to get to areas to busk if I want to dip my toe some more into that world. I'll use it to commute to work too.