Cardigan pocket, left: -lint -a 1978 dime Cardigan pocket, right: -receipt from the petstore for cat food -the last 3 of a VERY old pk. or Certs Jumper pocket, right breast: -a cute, teeney, tiny little bow that was stuck on top of the Xmas chocolate my boss gave me tonite Jumper pocket, left breast: - a blue paperclip

That's not fair. I'm wearing pajamas and don't have any pockets. I did notice that my new (free) Wizard pen has mysteriously gone missing sometime between when I put it on the desk and when my brother was sitting here using the computer. Gosh...(WARNING: EXTREME SARCASM AHEAD!!!)...I wonder what happened to it.

not a god damn thing! DAMN!

i never carry stuff in my pockets. i have a pouch. in it is: -an extra set of car keys -another set of car keys that i had cut myself and that still has a tag from the last time i took the car to the garage. -an unidentified key that i had also cut myself. it may or may not have anything to do with me. -a key ring with none of the aforementioned keys attached to it. -s.b.a dollar, 3 quarters, 6 dimes, 3 nickels, 6 pennies. -anvil pocket knife. -lint

I travel light.. Left pants pocket: pocket knife Right pants pocket: Royal Canadian Golf Association money clip 4 twenty dollar bills 1 ten dollar bill 1 five dollar bill 1 twoonie (2 dollar coin) Back right pocket: comb and lint in all of them.

left pants pocket: 2 receipts (salsa, condoms, string cheese, etc). 36 cents medal (st. joan of arc) key to some damned thing or another right pants pocket: small dagger 4 bucks (huzzah! i'm rich!) assorted peppermint/spearmint candies hooded sweatshirt pocket: peppermints vintage clip earrings, 1 pair 19 cents all pockets: lint galore

front pocket: PATH quickcard. note on INTRO card that says "buy courtney pine's Modern Day Jazz Stories!" visa card. company security key. metrocard. bill's business card. mt's business card. karen's business card. two usps money order receipts. $500 each. employee id card. two twenties, a ten, two fives, seven ones, and a quarter. back pocket: your mom.

right front jeans pocket: *Nokia phone *assorted keys on Coast Guard keychain *blue swiss army knife *1989 half-dollar w/ hole drilled through Kennedy's head *48 cents left front jeans pocket: *wallet *2 wooden coins good for One Large Coffee *receipt for two quarts of egg nog and a bottle of brandy wallet: *California driver's license *Wells Fargo Express Gold ATM/Check Card *Chevron gas card *Costco Card *Safeway "Big Brother" Club Card *ISOProx security card (opens doors.) *$7 US funds *Cost Plus World Market Bean Bunch coffe card *AAA Card *Aetna insurance card *"I am a Card Carrying AMERICAN" card (presented by pearl harbor survivor) *Tear Gas permit *Clint's business card *Credentials Of Ministry

droopy do you have fanny pack? kimono front pocket: eye glasses, sack o weed, pebble, 3 chinese stars, num chuks, chinese finger cuffs (5 pair), colapsable fighting stick, 1 medium block of tofu and the good luck pussy cat

Fanny pks. are excluded. Sorry. Nate must have VERY big pockets. (wink, wink) If you're wearing pyjamas/come back & post later/after you've gotten dressed. [If you are home sick or on vacation & will remain in yr pj's indefinitely, you may post What's On Your Nightstand.]

i don't have a fanny pack. i have a pouch that i hang from the seat of my wheelchair to carry my stuff in. when you're sitting all the time, you can't get to your pants pockets. i also have a cup holder attachment. good to go.

Droopy...you should have saddle bags on that chair. I forgot my shirt pocket...2 tickets to tonight's hockey game...Toronto Maple Leafs and New Jersey Devils............Go Leafs Go!!!!!!

I am on vacation and plan on remaining in my pjs at least until tomorrow. I have gotten dressed earlier this week in real clothes, but today I am stubbornly unpresentable. My dresser serves as my nightstand and is laden with goods: *it's covered with a linen cloth that has a circular knot-pattern embroidered on its two ends in lots of different colors *voodoo doll/pincushion with a lock of my own hair attached (didn't work) *6 glass bottles stuffed with herbs, etc. (mullein, yarrow, nettles, hawthorn berries, sage, and exorcised holy water, respectively) *a little basket that has loose pebbles, loose beads, old iron skeleton keys, and other things in it *a slice of a blue geode *two tapes from my car (The Smiths' "Louder Than Bombs" and Slint's "Spiderland"/"Tweez") *hair brush *a little black box that my dad brought back from Mexico with earrings in it *alarm clock *"Little Kingdoms" by Steven Millhauser *several rubber bands *a porcelain round container thingy that has my scapular in it *two pens *my keys *a formidable layer of dust

saddle bags get in the way of the side wheels. but i do have a gun rack in the back and a sticker that says "if you don't like my driving dial 1-800-EAT SHIT".

left jacket pocket one mintie (its a chewy mint lollie) one fruit burst right jacket pocket hanky shopping list for today for xmas (cause its xmas eve day here wooohooo) - eggs - breaky stuff - pavlova - cream - strawberries - waffle things (they're dutch - my workmate got me hooked on em and i dont know how to spell it) - after dinner mints jeans contain nothing but lint.

LOL! Shit, Droopy -- are you serious abt the gun rack?

Of course he's serious...if a pickup can have one....why can't a wheelchair?

breaky stuff -- breakfast stuff? that makes sense. i was picturing breakable. but then, eggs already made the list.

i took the gun rack off my old chair, which i've got up on blocks in the front yard right now.

Left Pants Pocket: *Albuterol Inhaler *A candle stub Right Pants Pocket: *Wierd little drops for contacts *A squashed feather *Little chunks of corn--I think it's sheep food, I'm not sure

a comb contact drops chapstick in right front pocket in right back, a checkbook a wallet containing insurance cards a spare car key my best freinds address my business card My Church of teh Cubgenius membership card My Schwa Planet Operator's License My SHA membership card My social security card pictures of friends (10 yr old high school photos, no less) A credit card An ATM card Various sub club and video membership cards A calling card various business cards My Civilian military ID My Drivers license cash money receipts my friend's numbers in Detroit Left rear A wocket

What's a wocket? Is that like a widget? (Which I thought was a fictional item/but which apparently is not. Yet no one seems to know that a widget is either.) And where's Sheila? I definitely want to know what's in her pockets!

What, have you no knowledge of Dr. Seuss!? A wocket in my Pocket?!

hey droop, so you got your chair tweaked in any other ways? (i.e. lowered, flourescent purple underneath, playing card and washpin on the spokes etc...) forget the gun rack, have a pair of 9mm semi autos installed on either side of your legs, concealed of course. I assume you can wheelie the bitch therefore giving you verticle range as well.... that would be hot shit, see a dude going ballistic doing the wheelie/spinning around at a 45degree angles wasting everything in site... the president of the bank in my work bldg. said someone once got robbed at the ATM by a dude in a chair....when the cops asked for the getaway car decrip....well you can guess the rest.....

the chair at my desk has a kurdish saddle bag draped on the back. un-petroleum lip balm and 75 cents

I'm still in my pajamas. Well, not STILL, but AGAIN. I was dressed at some point during the day. While I was dressed I had a bunch of change (17 cents I think) and a box of matches in my pants pocket. My jacket pockets were filled with recietes from ATM machines, old movie tickets, all my ID, a caramel candy and a crumpled up wrapper from a patty that I was afraid to throw on the ground. I stuffed it in my pocket till I could find a garbage can, and then forgot about it. I thought about doing my dresser (no nightstand) but it's really way too freaking cluttered with Massive amounts of crap, I would have been here all night typing. I will mention my C3PO shaped jewlery case, however. It used to be my brother's.

Damn. Kurdish saddle bags rock. I think I've told the story about getting two Kurdish salt bags past customs in Toronto before. I also have a pair of saddlebags draped over a favorite chair at home. I bought them at an auction this year on my birthday. They were by far the nicest piece in the rug part of the auction. My pockets are pretty full right now. In my left front jeans pocket, I've got loose change, and several dollars (including probably US$20 in twos) in a sterling money clip I "borrowed from my old man. Two Pigma pens, a Micron .01mm, and a Graphic 1mm, the only pens I like to use. Also, there's a list on a magazine subscription card, of things to do today, including buying vise grips as a secret santa gift. Right front jeans pocket has two sets of keys. One is for the car, and has house and work keys on it. The other has everything else, including skeleton keys for all three doors of my house. I also have my small Opinel knife, with the round wooden handle (makes me think of Nick Lowe..."Taking nothing but his daddy's old folding knife..." from Rose of England). Back left pocket has my wallet, with the predictable, cash, cards, ids, and the like. Jacket pockets have gloves,

BTW, Droopy, I love the idea of a gunrack on the back of the wheelchair.

wow. I didn't know that anyone else over here admired kurdish saddle bags. mine's for a camel. it's not the nicest I saw -- those were part leather -- but it's a nice colorful woven wool one. it's big, about 60 years old, has pockets on both sides, and it's in perfect condition. I wanted to pay like $25 for it, but the guy wouldn't go less than $50, and I bought it anyway. and I'm glad I did. what's yours like?

i know what a widget is.

So tell me, Nate! And as much as I love "Green Eggs & Ham" & "Oh, the Places You'll Go!", I have no recollection of wockets from any of the Dr. Sueuss books. Enlighten me, pls. Sem. I am off the buy some Xmas cheer before the liquor store closes.

Oh & Droopy: The idea of a gun rack on a wheelchair is a bit disconcerting for me/only becuz the few times that I've seen someone in a wheelchair who looked friendly & approachable (vs. some 90-yr-old guy drooling out of the side of his mouth/being pushing around by a nurse's aide)I always get this insane urge to come up behind them & ask "Can I hitch a ride?", then get a running start from the top of the steepest incline we can find/hop in his lap & ride down the sidewalk like 2 fools. Unfortunately, FL is totally flat. And I will probably never actually do such a rude thing. But the idea of walking up behind someone's wheelchair & finding a gun rack... let's just say it definitely changes my perspective abt wanting to hitch a ride w/a stranger in his chair. But I really do think the world wd be a much more pleasant place if hitching rides from folks in chairs weren't socially unacceptable.

it's one of his more inane books. "there's a wocket in my pocket", "oh, the thinks you can think!" and pretty much anything written under the alias "Le Seig".

i don't actually have a gun rack on the back of my chair, i was just playing off mapleleaf. for one thing, i don't own a gun. second, a gun rack would make me too back heavy and unstable. i also don't have another wheelchair up on blocks. on the social acceptability of lap riding: i went to a midnight showing of rocky horror one night. i had just come through the door and was at the top of that long incline down to the screen. before i knew what was going on, a girl in a white frilly bra, minskirt, garters and stockings, (she was supposed to be janet) hopped onto my lap and said "take me to the stage, pontius". so i took off. those aisles are pretty steep, and once we got going she had to hold on for dear life. and yell at people to get out of the way. she was wide-eyed by the time we got to the bottom. we got to know each other better after the movie. i'm not saying you should jump into some wheelchair guy's lap, but it's not unheard of. i also have a trick where i can go full speed down a flat surface (like inside a building) and come to a screeching halt and inch from you. now i think i want a kurdish saddle bag.

incidentally, agatha has seen a picture of me and she says i look "kind".

a widget is just a little device. in GUI programming, for example, any button or scroll bar or whatever would be a widget.

Kind of like a TWAIN, then? My perfectly ordinary saddlebags are feeling jealous here...

I've always admired saddlebags since Dwayne Wayne used to carry one on "A Different World"/but I don't think I've ever seen a kurdish one. And if I shd even run into you Droopy/I promise I'll ask for a ride. But only if I'm wearing garters & stockings. :) Thanks, Nate for the widget info. Now, if you'd tell me what GUI means/I can finally take off my dunce cap & get out of the corner...

graphical user interface.

i started looking around for kurdish saddlebags on the net and came up with a place called haliden that sold stuff like that. antique and expensive, but it gives you an idea. there're no kurdish saddlebags (though there's a lenkoran one) but there are kurd jaff bags and they probably give you an idea.

and you can ride me anytime, r.c.

HEEEEYYYY OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Thanks Droopy. That's good to know. And stop sniggering, Patrick! Thanks again Nate -- altho' I actually did know what Graphic User Interface was. But seeing it as GUI threw me. Now, lemme go check out these saddlebags...

Somebody -- what's the USD equivalent of 550 English pounds?

about $4, last i recall, it was about $1.40 to $1.60 per pound... London is expensive, actually it's just the exchange that will nail ya. a pint of beer is about 3 to 4 pounds, just like a pint here in the states can be 2-4 dollars and so on...... i just remeber walking away from the Thomas Cooke stands and feeling really really shafted......

Depending on today's exchange about $924 (at $1.68 to the pound). Usual exchange rates are between $1.61 and $1.75 depending on the bank and time of year.

Yeah, London is unbearably expensive but it is so damn fabulous how can I say no?

we had the best honeymoon ther, of course it;s my only honeymoon, so naturally it;s the best. did you visit the London Dungeon? Any clubs? We managed to go to club wag, which is pretty well known club, we also went the incredibly cheesy place in SoHo call Madame Lulu's, bunch of teens dancin and smoking to Oasis and various other forms of Brit pop. WE got to see Versus at club Wag which was refreshing, we had a chance to chat with them during intermission, explained we were honeymooners from Atlanta and they dedicated a song to us, i don't recall the tune. Also, it was strange, we were visiting another american friend who happened to visiting a love at the same time we were there. She was in the burbs somewhere in south london, anyway, we went into this italian pub and theis jazz band was playing, and they played our song with out request. Our song being the first dnaced at our wedding. The song is Johnny Hartman w/ Coltrane "My One and Only Love" cheesy i know but man does that fucker have a voice...... here see for yourself http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/eras/B000003N7K001003/102-3944035-9120827

ok they don't have the track posted, ignore the link

Patrick, our lives are too freakily connected. Yes of course I've been to the Club Wag. It is my favourite (!) club in London. My gal pal and I went there 2 yrs in a row on our London jaunts that seem to happen every Spring. We went there because I love the Britpop and she loves the metal and they play one downstairs and the other upstairs. When we were last there I was chased out of the men's bathroom - naughty. Y'know what the worst thing about it was? The boy who I was hiding out with was just boring. Beautiful but dead boring. I only confine such lapses of judgement to forays overseas I assure you. I haven't seen Versus in a million years but I always loved them, my ex was supposed to be a fill in drummer for them at one point but like a shmuck backed out for reasons I don't remember. I still haven't gone to the London Dungeon but I have to give cheezy high marks to Madame Tussauds. The horror chamber there is really quite scary now (I'm a chicken) and otherwise you can practically go right up to the wax statues and smootch them (like I did to the Bob Geldof - hee!). Rock Palace stinks though, or did in 1996 or so when I was there last.

we also went to this place called Velvet Underground. The name appealed to us right away and the vague descript in Time Out gave us a green light. It was ok, low ceilings, basement feel, lots of redlights, techno dance shit, and we sat with a handful of drunk college kids and got loaded with them, so it was an ok experience...

Ooooohhh Patrtick -- You danced to Hartman & Coltrane at yr wedding?! Quel romantique! I adore that album -- Sinatra cdn't hold a candle to Hartman's voice! Lemme see if I can find a soundfile of it for ya...

yeah.....we had sorta of a 20s themed wedding, i only allowed the dj to play jazz and big band....the setting was an old victorian house in atlanta, and well, yeah, that was our song...i strictly prohibited any macarena, electric slide or anything weird as shit that was questionable. This pissed the mother in law off because the macarena was all the rage, but damn I just couldn't allow bad music and stupid dances to ruin OUR evening......in fact we got a discount because i provided the DJ with almost all of the music......

on the currency exchange board at the bank downstairs, the rate was at 1.506000000, so it's pretty good today....

"Dwayne Wayne" I don't know why that makes me smile.

For the same reason it always made me smile. Even after I got tried of the show & stopped watching. No luck yet w/that soundfile, Patrick. And I have the Coltrane/Hartman CD/but nothing to record on... Anyway/I am going to sleep & dream abt weddings.

Will somebody please tell me if they think it's okay to try to get somebody fired from their job in response to a flamewar? Look, I don't care about convincing you MORONS to think for yourselves anymore, I just want out. I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK Nobody but Antigone, Patrick and Fetidbeaver reads the threads about this and I need to get my message out to the others. I don't want to be on this board anymore, I just want out. I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!! THIS IS DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS (NOTE: THE USE OF THE WORD "DEAD" IS INTENDED AS A FIGURE OF SPEECH AND DOES NOT CONSTITUTE A THREAT) I know you all hate me, but if you'll just call off the person trying to get me fired from my job, I'll go away. I still think you are stupid, but I'll go away, just STOP TERRORIZING ME!!! I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!!!! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!!!

dial 911

Who says that I read? I was born without eyes. When I strip naked and put the pie tin on my head and the concrete block up my ass I recieve messages from SORABJI. I don't mind the pie tin but I do mind having my rectum strechted just to recieve your postings. Oh! Wait a minute I'm talking crazy shit now.That should always be left to a professional, carry on Lucy

Look I am going to try and talk to you as if nothing ever happened, as if you and I have never spoke....here goes...... Lucy, I doubt anyone is seriously trying to get you fired. Do you really think anyone give a rats ass? If you "want your life back" (how the shit talked on sorabji could possibly take that away from you is beyond me) I suggest you look to yourself. You seem to have some serious issues going on that have nothing to do with anyone around here. Antigone got information that any of us could have access to if we put your ISP address into a search engine at this website http://swhois.net. You could find out where any of us work there, assuming we are posting from work. In all honestly, you display more stalker-like traits than antigone, but I am not afraid, and i certainly don't think you care enough or have the means to make my life hell. I just don't think antigone has the expense, time, energy or care to travel 100s of miles to harass you. However, I could be wrong, i can't claim to know 100% antigone's intentions, in which case i advise you to do what you think is best, and in that case, no one here can help. What do you want us to say? Yes stalking is wrong. Was antigone stalking you? thats debatable, but i don't think anyone is interested in debating that. It's really neither here or there. No one is terrorizing you, you have created this in your head and manifested it on sorabji which is why peeps are fucking annoyed. You say things, that to me, imply a mental problem. "Antigone, Patrick and Fetidbeaver reads the threads about this" What is your basis for this? Do you have access to sorabji info from the server? "I just want out" Do you feel trapped? How can WE "let" you out? "but if you'll just call off the person" As if we are responsible for anyone else actions but our own. Growing up with a schizophrenic/paranoid father, i see and hear things that ring too many bells Lucy. I am not trying to come down on you, i know pointing these things out may only provoke a more aggressive reponse, but SOMEBODY needs to communicate to you, SOMEBODY needs to get thru to you. No one is out to get you, you are constantly keeping yourself in the spotlight with these posts and accusations, which in my opinion are proposterous and self serving. I wholly recommend you just stop coming here, revauluate a few things. This instituion called sorabji seems to be of no help to you as an enitity and I don't think any indvidual around here can help you either.

Coltrane/Hartman is a fabulous album. There isn't a bad cut on it. Along with "My One and Only Love," I am also especially fond of "Dedicated to You." About 8 or 9 years ago that cd was my trademark birthday or holiday gift for all of my close friends. I think I read somewhere that Johnny Hartman was the only vocalist with whom Coltrane ever wanted to record. I'm lucky that my office is situated in an area of St. Louis that picks up WSIE 88.1 FM out of Edwardsville, Illinois. It's a 24 hour jazz station, heavy on pre-fusion "classic" jazz and standards. The afternoon DJ plays a lot off of Coltrane and Hartman and also plays some solo Hartman stuff. Right now he's got Sarah Vaughn doing Jobim's "Wave." MMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

here in LA we have the greatest jazz and blues station nationwide. 88.1 KLON Long Beach, with the infamous Chuck Niles, i suggest you pick em up on the web, they too are a 24 hour programed station. To my 'trane knowledge he is indeed the only vocalist Coltrane worked with. I have another Hartman cd, that is the bomb too. It's called "I Just Dropped By To Say Hello" His voice just oozes over your psyche and melts you down to a big puddle of gooey concentrated SAP!

don't be calling Mr. Hartman's voice "sappy" you troglodyte motherfucker. "rich, smooth, and smoky" is a much better description. and there's nothing cheesy about that joint, either. hartman is indeed the only vocalist coltrane worked with. that cd is a thing of pure beauty.

troglodyte? bitch, last time i was in a cave it wasa with your mother and i do admit "monkeylove" was involved i mean sappy in the very literal sense, as in sap from a tree, rich, smooth, thick, ooooozing....smokey?....ehhhhhhh.....when i think of smokey i think abrasive, he was not abrasive, but whatever, our opinions on the man are high regardless of your choice of adjectives..... damn you're hornery......

that would be "ornery". it's redneck, not cockney. and for the record, the best jazz dj is in dallas at knon 89.3 - james stapleton from midnight to 4 on monday and tuesday. not a velvet-voiced panderer but so gruff, weathered, and mellow he sounds like he gave coltrane his first sax lesson.

it's starting to make a little more sense now. you know the saying: the apple does not fall far from the tree.

I like the way my friend ren says "the bomb". she's the only person I know who can say that and not sound like some doofus who think's they're amazingly cool. (no offense)

what are you saying sarah? are you saying im a redneck? are you implying my mispelling of a word i have never used in text implies i am redneck? GAWD! don't be so facetious! thanks droop, thats's good info since i have never used the word in text, my grandma used to use the word alot, i guess some assholes might call her a redneck...but thems fightin words..........oh and my grandmother also had an apple tree too....green, sour apples. Yummy! chuck niles has a voice like that kina grufff and sounds like he has larengitis 24/7 and says words like "cat" "man" and "swingin" in almost every sentence. he has a star just a block away on the blvd. if that means anything.

your grandma was a redneck. bring it on, spanky.

don't be a dick. smile

who says there is no love around here? they need to open their eyes. there are all kinds of warm fuzzies here to be had

Shut the fuck up, you whitetrash piece of shit.

I am white, I am white trash,I can dispute you all.

Ain't sombody gonna pick up Lucy's marbles? Sheeeeeit....

sigh. that's all I've got.

Hey, who's using my letter? Was I off the boards that long that someone felt the need to appropriate the eighth letter of the alphabet for their own personal use? I JUST WANT MY LETTER BACK! I JUST WANT MY LETTER BACK! I JUST WANT MY LETTER BACK! Patrick - you should know that wasn't me. Have fun in Big Bear.

H how the hell are you? How is your wife doing?I hope you don,t think this is tacky,but do you know any good lawyers for grandparents rights in AZ?Looks like I,m going to need one right away.

Hi, J. Thanks for your thoughts. We're doing better day by day and hopefully late winter/early spring will afford us a new opportunity. One of the most valuable pieces of practical advice I received from law school was from a professor who had actually spent some time in private practice. He said that the most important words that you can use to protect your sanity, the integrity of your practice and the integrity of the profession overall are, "I don't practice in that area, however I would be happy to refer you to someone whom I trust that does." Unfortunately, in your case, I can't really even do that since granparental rights is still an emerging field and I don't know any attorneys in Arizona. However, I can direct you to a Lawyer Locator website run by Martindale Hubbell (a prestigious legal directory). Go to http://lawyers.martindale.com/marhub and click on the item "Location/Practice Area" and then select the subcategory "Family Law." Each lawyer's entry contains a brief synopsis of the type of cases (s)he handles. I hope you find what you are looking for. Good luck!!!

Thank you so much,good luck to you too:)

Front right pocket, brown cordurouys - 62 cents. 1998 quarter. Connecticut quarter 1999. 1984 dime. 1999 penny. 1983 penny. Front left pocket, same cordurouys - nada. Back right - nada. Back left - brown leather tri-fold wallet. $29.00. Not doing the year thing, but I have (1) $20, (1) $5 and (4) $1's. Also, a check for $10 from a cousin for Xmas. Shell gasoline card. D.C. driver's license, social security card, health insurance card (NYLcare, Crestar bank card, and *drum roll* a Dave & Buster's Power card. Oh yeah, and two condoms. :-) Oh, and Swine... how'd you know one of my nicknames was Spanky?

What?Jimbo `I happen to know you have a lion in your pocket:)

Heh. There ain't a thing stirring in my pocket. A "friend" has hinted at an interest in playing naked Twister, though.

A pocket-free diversion

I didn't have any pockets all day. I didn't get dressed all day. By that I mean I didn't change out of my pajamas. You know most signs I see in Canada say "pyjama". How can I never kick my american spelling??

PJ must also have (ahem) very big pockets. How can anyone keep their gas card/ATM card/or credit card/in their pants pocket?! It will get folded, spindled & mutilated every time you sit down! I know PJ lives in the D.C. area/but are ALL of you fellas the type who frequent that famous journalist's bar in D.C. with no bar stools/becuz all the Manly Men Of Journalism (who have less education than most of the Women Of Journalism/I might add) insist on the tradition of being served at the bar while standing? (The name escapes me/but I think Cokie Roberts mentioned it somewhere in a NYT article.) What is that abt? What's wrong with carrying a wallet? And DON"T TELL ME shit abt "It makes my ass look too big" or "My pants don't fall right when I have a wallet in my back pocket". My bar-bud that I ran into tonite told me that shit & I nearly peed my pants laughing at him. Becuz he is so NOT abt sartorial splendor. Even at work. Even for 60+k a year.

RC. heh... my ass is already big. And no my cards don't bend. And I don't know the bar you are referring to. Don't have a clue. *scratches head*

i put my wallet in my front pocket.

which, alas, is where that check for $50K must be, eh Nate?

Ah shit, sorry Jim. I forgot to send it.

Well, I'll describe my saddlebags as best I can. They're at home, and I'm not. I have the pair I bought at auction, that are probably Kurdish, but I'm not certain. They're cream colored, with a fairly basic geometrical design in muted tones, and a plain woven back. They have the loops that you thread together to close them. I have the two salt bags, which are fancier, with narrow necks. Those each have red-based patterns on the front, one has a nicely decorated back, while the other is fairly plain. I have three antique bag fronts, in various conditions, and one very large full bag, about three feet long, that I think is Armenian. That one is mostly orange and white, with a bright blue for accent. Like I said, if I was home, where the rugs are, and my reference books, I could tell you better than that. I'd love to go abroad to go buying someday. I think I told the story once of our family friend who barely made it out of Iran wi

Damn. Just looked at the Haliden site. It's in Bath; I must have overlooked the store whilst I was there. Pity. Bath's a great city, got some really cool pics there, and I'd love to go back and take a bunch more. The old Roman baths are incredible to walk thr

PS. Haliden has this beautiful Lesghi rug that's the cousin to one I have. Check it out. mine has the star pattern, and the same border, but it's worn way down. No pile left at all, and worn through in one spot, but the pattern is simply amazing. Got that one for 85 b

there seems to be a problem...

heh

chapstick with a sunblock of 15, a check from a friend for $163 for the house in BB, $138 in cash, (part of that being my bonus/piggy bank money for my up-in-coming darkroom. I am going today to buy the chemicals and tools to do the processing end at home), my new swiss army knife, wallet in the back right i musta missed something agatha.

My pockets are sadly empty right now--I'm about to go to dinner at a friend's. An albuterol inhaler and some lubricating and rewetting drops for contacts. yay. Oh--and a copy of the Greek Passion which I should probably take out at some point.

distributor wrenches brake spring puller (no Bendix Lockheed socket) distributor point adj. wrench brake piston clamps brake starwheel adj. torque wrench pipe cutter clamp piston dial truck brake adj. brake spring pliers 1/2-9/16 rev. ratchet

Good grief, Droopy! Are you up late working on yr racing chair or something?

this was on a piece of paper i found in my wallet. must be about 5 years old. it's a list of tools i found for a guy i can remember only as george the muffler man. he once gave me the recipe for the antidote for poisoned dog. all i need to work on my chair is: 4mm alan wrench 4 in. crescent wrench spoke wrench hair brush beer in my pocket i have: wallet pen change lockpicks forceps needle file

in my bathrobe pocket... tweezers. i have a thing for tweezing. oh how i love it.

memories and lint

My wallet, a bunch of quarters (one bicentennial) a 25 centime piece with a hole in the middle, a two pound coin from my last trip to the UK. My grandfather's pocket knife with two blades that need sharpening. A flat nail clipper, like the one my dad used to carry around. Headphones for my phone. I still have that money clip from thirteen years ago, but I've lost that particular pocket knife. I also still have a skeleton key from my old house. My daughters use it with the pirate treasure box I made for them a few years ago.

HOTWIRE emotions.stupid f****** piles of bullshit.things that do not translate into text.reading this text into the microphone.doobedoobedoo

haha. I'll shaddup again. voice recognition is the next step toward brain patter distribution of paid content directly into your brain (s)