Fudgy McFarlen

A poem I came across on the internet:  

ITHACA

By Constantine P. Cavafy, circa 1900
Translated from Greek by Daniel Mendelsohn

As you set out on the way to Ithaca
hope that the road is a long one,
filled with adventures, filled with understanding.
The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes,
Poseidon in his anger: do not fear them,
you ll never come across them on your way
as long as your mind stays aloft, and a choice
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes,
savage Poseidon; you ll not encounter them
unless you carry them within your soul,
unless your soul sets them up before you.Hope that the road is a long one.
Many may the summer mornings be
when—with what pleasure, with what joy—
you first put in to harbors new to your eyes;
may you stop at Phoenician trading posts
and there acquire fine goods:
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and heady perfumes of every kind:
as many heady perfumes as you can.
To many Egyptian cities may you go
so you may learn, and go on learning, from their sages.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind;
to reach her is your destiny.
But do not rush your journey in the least.
Better that it last for many years;
that you drop anchor at the island an old man,
rich with all you ve gotten on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.

Ithaca gave to you the beautiful journey;
without her you d not have set upon the road.
But she has nothing left to give you any more.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca did not deceive you.
As wise as you ll have become, with so much experience,
you ll have understood, by then, what these Ithacas mean.

So you are a high dopamine personality type and you are in tech school  what do you do for fun ?  You are creative and you have capacitors?  I'll give you a clue:

More clues: You and your friends that are also bored are full of salt water that conducts pretty well once you get past the dry skin. Yes that is what you do.  You fashion the high voltage electrolytic capacitor into a dart with fins and sharpened tip.  Then you charge up your capacitor darts.  Then you all rampage around having a dart war. When the person goes to pull the dart out of their leg they get shocked.

The above story was recounted to me by Phil Graham of Phoenix Arizona.  A fellow of many stories he was in tech school in the 70's when you could safely share capacitor dart needles. I'd freak out now if hit by one. 

Er well almost never. My neighbor Eric Snell snapped the following photo because he's queer for the weather.

I will send it in a sluice. 

 When I was in high school my best friend's little brother and his friend and I hung out also. Both John and Jeff were into the art classes and did various paintings, carvings and drawings. They were demented smokers of the horkachorky. One winterish day John Ady Whitehouse and I were out on a snowy road in Ohio and he started digging in the area just off the road. After a bit he really started to look like a dog with all the debri shooting between his legs just the same way it appears when a dog vigorously digs a hole.  He found bottle after bottle.  There must have been a trash dump of one type or another at one point.  He gave me this bottle. I thought it was pretty cool. Mostly because he had devined a pattern. Although on the surface you did not see any trash once you went down a bit you hit a mother load of antigue bottles.  Its when you hit on patterns like this that you can strike a vein of gold.

Later he carved a replica of his thumb and attached a cork so as to make a stopper for the bottle.  Yeah it's a little wacked out but then my friends in high school always were.

Much Much later I can't really say when Jeff P. Carved the pipe you see on the left.  I think now that I've told you this story you can guess what went in that bottle.

I'm currently executing Operation Big Flush.  I need to be out of the condo I rent by the end of July and I have accumulated alot of stuff over the years.  I want to be light an mobile. Thus I made the first step to sell off anything I can that is not necessary or does not have sentimental value.  After reviewing even stuff I used to think had sentimental value doesn't really in most cases.

Thus I find myself digging in drawers and tossing a bunch of stuff.

I'm confused, what did that Genii want groomed ?

Harry Canary – A Bird of great intellect, imagination and coiffure

I have been trying for some time to find out where he gets his hair done!

This alligator is nut free

Since I have not found the term via Google anywhere on the internet I feel compelled to impart this legendary story onwards to the suceeding generations.

Some friends by the name of Dana Henderson and John Holman used to love to perpetrate the following joke.  Dana would crap into a brown paper bag then offer it as "Alligator Fudge" to people.  If you were unlucky enough to take the bag and open it you would be hit with a malodorous wiff of fudge.