o jager

Thank you so very much Mr. Frank.

A new hero...

So I was home this weekend, fishing through the misc. crap basket at my house, and I discovered a black business card for "Slim the Hammer Man" who held the title of "Professional Strongman". "Professional Strongman?" I said to myself.
I found my parents and asked them who Slim was and why they had his business card. I figured that it was either a joke or they had finally decided to get rid of the pile of anvils lying in the basement.
It turns out they met this guy in San Diego last summer. Apparently they were in a park standing next to a pond filled with giant coy. While watching the fish, my dad said something along the lines of, "they're just big goldfish." Little did they know that a professional strongman/fish expert happened to be within earshot. "Actually, they're coy, and they can grow up to 4 feet long. Their growth is really only limited by the depth of the pond because they feed vertically," came a deep, booming voice from behind. They turned to find none other than Slim the Hammer Man. He continued his lecture on coy for a few more minutes before turning the conversation to more personal topics, such as his own profession. And then he gave them his business card.
Needless to say, I am fascinated. I found his picture on the web (he's on the right):

And a website with links about him...Slim the Hammer Man Farman Resource page
Read the articles. They are incredible. We're talking feats of strength here. "6'6" and 212 pounds, Farman is a straight as a rod, and twice as vibrant as an arrow in flight". Did you hear that - in flight! He bends big fucking nails people. He was the spiritual offspring of "The Mighty Atom", the last of the great Strongmen. He is the arguably best sledgehammer lifter ever. And he's in his mid-60's.
I am way too excited to work. This is the best thing ever. And my parents had a conversation with this guy for like 20 minutes! He gave them his address and phone number. He lives in Pottstown, PA, which is not too far out of the way along my route home to Maryland. I must meet this man. I must meet my new hero.

ex-girlfriend deluge

yesterday, I was contacted by four (4) ex-girlfriends in a 12 hour period, two of whom I haven't talked to for over 6 months. That's like 2/3 of total ex-girlfriends. I don't know what this means, but it seems like it must be some kind of test from above. They are all now living in the Providence/Boston area. Weird.

ps - If all of a sudden I was on the news or became famous in a Truman Show sort of way and I didn't know about it, y'all would tell me, right?

clammy

A few images from the end of summer feast.
The hunger/gatherers with their kill.



I don't know what Lauren is doing with her neck. It creeps me out a little.

Griddles (great [sort of] riddles)

From the 9/3/04 edition of 2 Minute News (East Side South, vol 4.36), available at Bagel Gourmet.

1. Where is the only place that yesterday always follows today?
2. What is it that someone else has to take before you can get it?
3. What is broken when you name it?
4. What runs all around the yard without moving?
5. The maker doesn't want it, the buyer doesn't use it and the user doesn't see it. What is it?
6. What do you throw out when you want to use it and take in when you don't want to use it?
7. What is one thing that all wise men, regardless of politics or religion, agree is between heaven and earth?
8. What is often returned but never borrowed?