A moment back in time (short Story)

Among the postulating current sullen with Siphonopores and Anlgerfish could be heard the muffled voice of a man.
Greggory  diligently owned up to his job title, easing the Uler tank backward. A man on a mission. A horrendous disoriented screaching.
The Uler tank broke free, eerie deserted void once again became quiet. A loan voice could be heard, a brake in the silence “The crane does
not look good.” Report Kadence in a fine forge voice. It’s badly bent and looks caved across the top. Since it might be full of fuel, at least we can
take a look.” The moment was just right “This just might be our lucky day.”
Greggory pushed the blue icon.

Beams of light descended upon the rubys and saphires, extracted from days worth of hard work in the Kowan region.
Kerry is honored to be the disigner of such a rare occasion. “Ah, but be that for the saphires only. I may be an old hage, but I am a very wise
old hage. I travel many places and have seen beautiful, beautiful, great and nobel things of both these jewels I am sure.
So what is it you will overlay my dear.”

“Yes and wise you are the hage who has seen beautiful, beautiful, great and noble things.” Kerry bow down. “Truely
there has been no hage wiser. And from such humble beginnings.”

“This is a progressive era, is it not to be a distraction to society? Distraction can be a menace my dear a very bold
decision.”
Kerry turned from the window. Her face blac-
-kened “To paraphrase your accusation of my use of flawless handlings,
dealings with the design of my crown a, a – distraction!”

“It is not your crown as of yet, I humbly beseach you my princess.”

“That is true. That is true. But beseach me forward not backward.” Princess Kerry breath out her nose rather strong.

The hage who has seen many beautiful, beautiful, great and nobel things paused and spoke hesitantly. Rechewing her
cud she had scraped for. ” I am not your attache’. I will not act so. You need not put your rubies in your crown. I will not wobble
on this topic. Six years I went to school and in the Kawanna district, the one right next to Kawana region. I bet
my wagger you did not know I knew that. Six years I sat year after year and no one spoke to me about rubys on a crown
for a princess. Rubys are for Kings. That I know. Are you determined to be rejected, for if you are determined rejection
you must accept for the survival of you plan.”

The lighting in the room was now strange the hage who has seen beautiful, beautiful and noble great things hunched on the wooden
table with head cocked and elbows pointing out.

Scrape of the nails on the old wooden table. “What you need is a staff. Out of the elements, rubies of the Gods.
Arod blasted with the tiniest most random orientation to a point.” It’s cheaply done and easily the most unheard of obtrusive
thing.” “Exactly my point dear, the rod will be of power, a bold mass effect to distinguish our proud taste fo feminism.”
The hage grinned.

“Oh you let on, and Know more than you let on. What kind of fool do you take me for. I will not be the object of your joke.”
The Princess masked her red face.

The staff was to be ingrained with the jewels, incrested with silver. Webs of wire at the behest of the Queen. A staff worthy to
swwep the nation with joy and honor. It is Kerrys duty. And what happened to the hage who has seen many beautiful, beautiful,
and nobel, great things. Well what did you think happened, she went on to more beautiful great and nobel things.

    She tilted her head, Kadence stare through the overhead viewport “It looks like the outer rim the fuel tank is hung up on a beam.”
    “I should have seen it.”
    “It was not there when we entered, I suspect must have fallen after we had passed.”

Favor #1 07/21/12

Curtis Baffico recently interviewed in U~T Sandiego here. This guy raised 1,500 dollars and is contemplating making matts out of old cigarette butts.

USAToday TerraCycle company launching program will pay UPS shipping for recycled butts and reward points equal to roughly 1$ per pound to be awarded to a charity of your choice.

 

The Terra Cycle company web site was scanned as I dig through the information even setting up an account of my own, as of today no program is listed for cigerrete butts collection.

 

Eco-Tech Displays is another listed from the article a Ohio based company.

Planning on covering this topic more in detail at a latter date.

 

Ripplelife.org is a California nonprofit, butt collection, and concentrating on small groups of people who are making small diferences in the community.

Tom Hanks what are you doing!?

TomHanks Cartoon Electric City 07/21/12

http://electriccity.yahoo.com

Electric City is a series of cartoons voiced over by Tom Hanks as main character Clevland Carr a professional “Grid Operative” as these guys from Yahoo featured.

This is very reminicent of Emerald City a teenage book slash movie of a dumbed down society. The city is a city that recycles everything and who’s inhabitants never leave its safe boundaries, the outside is filled with darkness. Spooky. Much like New York was this past week when some people expeirenced an electrical blackout for a short time.

The picture as shownis directly copied from Electric City Web Page, grungy and obtrusive, a glance of their blended toon slash videogame in apple stores at the humble price of only .99 cents. A fan of Hanks, not the game.

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International quote wall and horsemaning

International quote wall and horsemaning.

The answer

Feel free to copy and paste this on your computer for more comfortable reading, once things speed up PDF will be posted shortly.

Summary of events: Dave, Dwight, Randal, and two stragglers follow Thomas the main character who has been in contact with a man by the pen name James, following the route and the messages of James who aids them with his network of connections and resources. Thomas leads people on the street to a journey to the metaphorical promised land, unleashing a course of events not yet realized. He must face the burden of leadership on his selected route while fulfilling his personal agenda to find his real father who he has lost contact ever since his adoption. After encountering a man by the name of Buddy, he fully now realizes the solidity of other groups following routes just as they are and becomes more cautious as the potential scale becomes more unpredictable. Moving from town to town and keeping hope of survival and happiness alive.

The voice was beaten rough, Thomas listened intently “Hey it’s Dwight, this town has been more trouble than we thought. A neighbor saw us enter the woods and told the owner , about the third day the police came and told us we had to leave. So we left the town and headed for way cross, we had to stop for rest and set camp, another of the county officers got to us from the farmers. It’s bullshit, Dwights voice was building in frustration, the officer told us this was our second warning in that county and put us in county jail for three weeks.” Dwights uncle Dave was muttering something in the background. “But you guys are alright now right.” “Yes, hopefully you haven’t left Waycross yet, because we will be there in a day, two at most. By the way we picked up a straggler along the way and are running three deep.”reported Dwight. Due to the problems, Thomas had assumed they would be discouraged from continuing their journey, however, they seemed to have increased in determinism and have another member. “Hmph, yeah we are still here, a new guy – that’s good news” Dwight interrupted, “No not a guy, it’s a girl, sorry the town was too small so we couldn’t create a contact to stay behind, she was the only person along the road we saw.”

“Great, Thomas said. What is her name, and age?” said Thomas “About nineteen, and her name is Christine, but hey Uncle wants to talk to Randal real quick man, nice to hear from you.” “You too. Here he is” Randal was handed the phone from Thomas, “Thomas why does he want to talk to me for, I don’t need to talk to him.” Irritated, Thomas replied “Just take the phone, he’s an old man like you, I’m sure you could use a chat yourself, don’t be difficult.” Randal talked to Dave for a few minutes, covering a reiteration of the past couple weeks, bad health, and false cheeriness from Randal as usual. All part of his personal hustle thought Thomas.

Thomas, thought about the insurmountable odds they were all faced with in this journey. Dwight and Dave added Christine to their group, and he and Randal had added Buddy. In one mouth they had turned four into six out in the middle of nowhere. Less than he had planned but more than he expected. Thomas went to the library and sent a report through email, the subject nothing, and was addressed to James. Thirty seconds later he read the email as “Thomas, what has taken you so long, I know you want to wait on the others but we must stick to the schedule. When you arrive at Savannah, there is a certain thrift store you will be permitted employment for a short duration, payment will be under the table. Ask for Chad. Go to PO Box 124 on 1547 Roosevelt Blvd, it will be locked – Chad will give you the key, you will find the  material we have for you there. Good luck, you have come a long way already. We chose you because of your credentials, proven leadership positions and moral and ethical attitude, you can not however be to sensitive with the people you are with and must make hard decisions. You must understand this.” With a feeling of specified curiosity, Thomas set his cup on the library table. This guy is more connected than I thought, maybe James actually does have a master plan and the path to get there. Thomas wondered if James was homeless like them, or living in halfway houses. Thomas went back to the bench where buddy was sitting and confided in Buddy the news first before he had talked to Randal who was again at the McDonalds. Thomas had done some research on funding for the homeless and found there were roughly 400,000 registered homeless, this Thomas knew was and underestimation, because when some towns do a homeless count at the shelters at least ten to 15 people out of forty disappear during the day long counting and registering of people at the shelter. Thomas himself failed to be reported, because he didn’t want any adverse information on his background no matter how minuscule the chance. Then with quick calculation he knew there were roughly 600,000 to 800,000 homeless in America. The government had passed a twenty-four billion dollar plan for the homeless. This amount of funding would on average equal forty thousand dollars per homeless person, he was aghast where is this money going!? Forty thousand dollars would be enough to permanently get him off the streets and jump start a new life, and homeless addicts only equals a small percentage of those in halfway houses because he knew that any person getting high or drinking get kicked out the first night, and often are not allowed back, even though most in shelters are clean good people, many had already done the damage and so have to pay for it. All in all the system is messed up. Why didn’t the homeless shelters higher homeless to work in the kitchen, why do they higher perfectly financially healthy people. Long ago Thomas had stopped asking questions, stopped trying to change things. When one has no power, when one is completely subject to the control of another he or she must not think, hide pride, and do as told. Hope is all he had now, he could only hope James new what he was doing. Times do change, but the fun don’t. For those in the group who were addicts, the addictions can change but at the same time addiction will always be there as an obsession and the new faith will be in each other. One person he had met said this might be borderline communism, communism he argued was a system forcing people to share as apposed to a system embracing sharing. Looking up at the group standing the most unlikeliest of places, on a beautifully landscaped patch of grass looking at the horizon, at the ground, at him ready for a response, “ETA in seven days, here’s your map Randal, Buddy is going with you, the rest of you, lets move.”

Re-post from http://flaglerlive.com/26596/pt-waste-pro-contract

Magic, but not at customers’ expense.

FlaglerLive Editor Pierre Tristam’s weekly commentaries are broadcast on WNZF on Fridays just after 9 a.m. Here’s this week’s.

Twice a week for the past two years, my 7-year-old son has

set his morning clock to the sound of Waste Pro’s garbage truck clanging through the neighborhood. The moment he hears it he rushes to the window and gets set for what’s become a sacred ritual.

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• Trash Flips: Waste Pro Lobbies Another County To Go to Bids While Urging Palm Coast Not To
• Why Palm Coast Doesn’t Want To Lower Your $239 Garbage Rate and Bid Out the Contract
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Greg and Willy, the two haulers who’ve been on the route all this time, have played right along. The moment they appear below the window they honk, wave and do their work as they always have, cleanly and efficiently and to my son of course, magically, because a garbage truck is nothing if not a giant hat that makes a lot more than rabbits disappear. If Willy Wonka had been a trash hauler, Greg and Willy would have been his trusty Umpa Lumpas.

Five days before last Christmas, which also happened to be my son’s birthday, Greg and Willy also showed that they could make certain things magically appear. They’d left three gifts beautifully wrapped, with a card to my son, at the end of the driveway. It’s not an exaggeration to say that in my son’s eyes and ours, these men are heroes who make trash hauling glitter.

All this to say that I love Waste Pro. But Waste Pro’s contract is up this year, and Palm Coast is playing lazy games. Rather than bid it out, the city administration is pushing hard to renegotiate a five-year extension of the contract rather than bid it out. We’re not talking about a minor contract here. It’s close to an annual, $8 million deal. For households, the cost is more than two thirds the average property tax bill. Not bidding it after five years would be just plain irresponsible, especially considering the skimpy information the administration has allowed to filter down to the city council members, though the council’s own pathological lack of curiosity is to blame for that.

It’s no disrespect to Waste Pro to bid out and have options. Not in these economic circumstances. The city is not obligated to go with a low bid, or to abandon Waste Pro. But it is obligated to seek the very best deal for its residents—not to stick with what’s comfortable, what the city administration likes because it can;t be bothered with a transition (though it had no problem switching health insurance carrier when it meant more favorable rates for its own employees), what may or may not fit in the mayor’s garage, what even some of us and our children have become used to.

The Palm Coast City Council will decide at its Community Center meeting Tuesday evening whether to merely stick with Waste Pro or go out to bid. Let’s hope their decision doesn’t stink up the joint.

New arrivals

The paper was brought to Erickson, huh, this was something new. The route was supposed to be from North West to South East, this was big news he knew and could change everything. He was to pass down the quarterly to Mr. Browsky in the south pass off state street promptly as possible. Confusion spread his thoughts although his demeanor didn’t show. These changes weren’t supposed to be made without the proper feedback of the others, who does this guy think he is – no, there must be a complication.

Randal was sitting in his car struggling to sleep that night, Thomas was feeling tired. Tired of being forced to ride the bike all day long to stay out of the car, tired of Randal always making plans to drive away to another town because of a new disability check, or a new church donation, or his sister loaning him money, always when Thomas wanted to sleep at the mission. Of course the money would be spent half way through the month on coffee, and gas. He was tired of being alone. The world was crashing down, Dwight and Dave were not to be seen. Before he knew it was 6:00 am. Time to get on the move. They sluggishly rode their bikes over to a bench by the main highway as they did every day off and on until noon. The heat waves of the road were giving Thomas a headache so he turned his face to look at a hawk circling. Sometimes he whistled with the song birds to humor himself, he wondered only if the dumb birds flew above the tree line or if it was the courageous bird proving his leadership and mate ability to soar new heights. Either way it is a gamble. The hawk appears swiftly out of nowhere and usually captures the bird, the birds the hawk couldn’t capture; maybe the hawk remembers that particular bird. Thomas laughed to himself about the time he saw a pelican with a fish half way in its mouth, screaming “Hey! Get that  out  of  your  mouth!”  the pelican dropped it and stared back. .!: Thomas turned back to the road – tap, tap, he felt on his shoulder behind the bench was a man shading the sun “Do you know anything about how to route a computer?” Thomas gasped, and didn’t know what exactly to say, he wasn’t expecting followers this early. “Yes, if you have the wires.” Thomas said, this was the stupid code they had agreed on, if one felt the need for usage. This man moved so his face was no longer dark, obviously he did not take the lucent talk seriously as he had a scraggly goof faced display of a smile. He put out his hand. “Hey I’m Buddy,” I shook it “Thomas.” He stared at me for a minute as if evaluating, “Well it’s too bad I don’t have any wires,” he chuckled “That is some code you boys came up with, I spect you are the one I came to see.” When he began this trip four weeks ago, every town they stop in they would eventually make friends of other homeless or street stirs they like to say. “Yes, what town did you come from?” When they find someone who has lost all hope or could not afford to stay at the shelter and has no one, one of the two street stirs eventually will meet them and give directions, a map of the next town where they can find hope. Then equipped with the code, or just casual asking of where one was from they might be able to keep traveling until something better. “I came from Makin. Talked to a guy from Tifton, who said another couple of guys before him were traveling west to Waycross and then Savannah. Said enter through the main route if you weren’t at the shelter. Y’all would be wearing them hats so as I’d know who to talk too. The guys at the shelter with hats had no clue about computers,” again the Buddy chuckle, then asked for a light for his cigar “Sure enough here you are though. Ain’t that something, don’t smell bad either” he said as he lit the cigar and directed my sight to his armpit, with a wink.. “helps the smell” and it actually did. “I’m with another guy Randal, he’s at Micy Dees.

Waycross to Savannah

Randal was edgy, time had taken too long, they were suppossed to be here weeks ago, and they had stop checking in as they were suppossed to. The mission in waycross hadn’t allowed Randal to stay, and for no apparent reason at that. The last two and a half weeks, he’d been sleeping in his car – by leaving early in the morning, riding his bike  all day – no one noticed when he slept in the car late at night. Dwight and Dave hadn’t called, they could have gotten picked up by police for any number of reasons, such as tresspassing, noise disturbance, drinking if they did that I don’t know. These problems were reserved for those that are dumb, or just stop caring, not for people like us… ppl with hope. :,) 

We thought we had been defeated, just when realities foggy perception of hopeless failure in this battle to keep moving minced transformeing into another road block, the derision of our plan… it was time to keep going and hope for contact of any kind from them. Thomas some how new the had to switch it up, they had to stick together from now on, him and Randal. Looking forlorn, Randal said “Oh. Yeah, we better just keep moving. There’s nothing here Thomas. Thomas we have waited long enough. And I have to go to the hospital and sleep in a clean bed, shower and get my treatment.” _ “O.K. just when we decide to move on, now you want to delay! You are rediculous, when we start planning you have to tell me these things, you are not the boss, you are not my father and just because you have the car doesn’t mean you get to decide every decision on a whim. Will you give me a little respect old man. And you just have to have your DAMN COFFEE! @ every day and every check point you are at a starbucks or mcdonnalds. Jeesh! You are worse than my crackhead father…” “Thomas I’ve been out here a lot longer than you, and I need my treatment.” Replyed Randal securily. I’ve begun to lose myself. My temper and feelings were melding together, and I felt useless to do anything about it. Alright, I told myself, this is just a journey, and hopefully it’ll be an enjoyable one. When all else fails  Go with the Flow…