September Plans Lessons
(The beginning of this months Po update is dedicated to the teachers & their students of Gridville)
22 Lost Lines
(live recording link directly below from CD In Dreamthink)
The Blue Angel is enrolled in my public speaking class.
And if this really true…
My God what does that make me ?
A day as Painting.
It covers you with itself
stroke by stroke.
Never let desire beat a path to your door
It may just never forget the directions.
I rent this skin
like a cheap room
in a condemned
Over the years
he liked to think
he had built up
a rather minor reputation
as the old “walking acid test”
What that was anymore.
And the closest equivalent
in this age of the Teflon selective memory is ?
-From Greetings From Gridville 2006
At four years old they put his little ass on
That made him more “manageable”
in Mrs. Heyman Smallmotor’s Day Care.
Trouble was the nightmares,
Then that thing with forks
and the wall sockets.
Next medication adjustment was right before Kindergarten.
The prescription was changed to 175 grams of Confuseadril
Very polite, cooperative and pliant,
but needed the script for the Preventidrool
to take the edge of the Confusdril.
He stabilized somewhat through early grade school years.
Teacher’s regularly remarked on his ability to
“free associate” in finger paint.
However the introduction of Maladroitin (with Chondroitin)
Seemed to reintroduce “extended lucid periods”
Naturally the onslaught on Puberty
and Jr. High presented some “special challenges.”
The consulting team agreed that perhaps 250 CC of
Benumbitussin might counter act some the more aggressive
tendencies but only if alternated with Mindbenderine
every other week.
This seemed to do the trick.
And no further “episodes” were reported
throughout the secondary school years
which were successfully completed with the achievement of a GED credential.
Today Johnny has little/no lingering effects from the developmental medication.
An aggressive regimen of Psudointellextuol, Ennuigra (with Tedium),
and Phenaminafenafinaphen all see to that.
– Greetings from Gridville 2006
Best Answer I ever got on a Test
Question: Is Hell Exothermic (gives off heat)
Endothermic (absorbs heat) ?
To even to start to understand this question you have to be familiar with Boyle’s Law and its’ application . BTW…(just for the record) Boyle’s law states that gas cools at it expands and heats when it is compressed…
This was the student’s response:
Well…the first thing we need to know is the mass of Hell changing all the time ? For example: How many souls are in Hell at one time and if anybody would get out if Hell got too crowded and needed more room for fresh arrivals.
But we all know once you go to hell…man you’re in forever…so nobodies going anywhere.
So thus, the assumption is that hell has to be getting bigger and bigger all the time….
I mean think about it, all the religions in the world, basically they only agree on one thing. If you don’t believe their way….you are going to hell. All throughout the course of history to the present day this has been the case. Look they all can’t be right. Probably only one has it right…so everybody else?
You got it. There are a whole lot of folks going. Probably the majority of human beings that ever lived on earth are stuck down there…
Now consider this… the population explosion of the last couple of hundred years in recent history… A lot more people on the planet…and the ratio of births to death is hardy equal. People are being born at record rates…so are the numbers of those biting the dust equal or lagging far behind ?
So. More fresh arrivals…more souls bound for hell….
Come to think of it Hell would have to be expanding at an exponential rate (you know 2-4-8-16-32-64-and so on) to accommodate the crush.
So how in Hell (if you will forgive the pun) is the volume, heat, and pressure in Hell remaining the same (in relation to all the souls being added all the time…..remember Boyle’s Law…)
I mean, you would have to have some real impressive expansion going on.
It goes something like this:
There are only 2 possibilities:
If Hell is can’t expand fast enough to fit in the number of souls pouring in, then it’s only a matter of time till the pressure and temperature gets out of control and…
All Hell breaks loose (literary)
If Hell is expanding at a lower rate than the souls entering it, well then temperature would have to drop until Hell freezes over?
So which one is it?
Hell I have no idea….
But I will tell you this,
I’ve known this girl since Freshman Year. Always kind of had the “hots” for her…tried to get her into the sack a couple of times…but she always assured me to forget about it…telling me…
“I’ll sleep with you, when Hell freezes over”
This has been going on for years… well as fate would have it me and Tanya (that girl) were at a big party for Seniors last night and everybody got frigging blasted (including me and her)
And guess what…???.
Yup. She did me.
So I guess all this does really pertain to your question and a further starting revelation.
If she slept with me (which she did) then Hell must be frozen over and not excepting any more souls (proving Hell is Exothermic) and therefore now nonexistent.
So I guess this means there is only Heaven now. And proof of the existence of a Divine Being…
Which explains why Tanya keep shouting last night over and over….
O My God !!!!!….O My God !!!!….O My God !!!!
(Author’s Disclaimer: The above is what is know as a “Found Po” meaning I ran across the source material for this vignette years ago some in the vast “Net/Grid-Void”….liked it, filed it, forgot about it and ran across in some “lost” papers till I found it again. So I decided to re-work it w/ the VQ treatment…..so shoot me….but remember: amateur’s borrow….geniuses (sic) steal !!!)
She sits there
on a sunny, September muggy
Queens morning in a classroom
of a local Community College
learning about the ways she
might reinvent herself
and learn a new way to look
and live her life
which she gladly sacrificed
for the past twenty years
to raising her family
and running a home.
She sits there
excited and inspired
with the learning in the day
the lessons of the class
even though for most of her
adult life she has conducted
in the real world, not theory
but practical application
of every single principle
written on that blackboard
with hundreds of thousands
of dollars at stake in her job
of other peoples money.
She sits there this morning
while the vacuum cleaner
at home is coiled up and
The washer can be attended to by
other hands for a change.
And that is just for starters
most of those chores she usually
has done by midmorning…
Then the real work can begin.
The truth is?
The real work has begun….
The day she decided
to be a different person.
Looking to the future
the adult learner saw
an unhappy, half-dead, depressed person.
Too old before their time
and have nothing in life to look forward to.
Hating her own body.
Life was sad and over.
The one day she suddenly learned
all on her own…
It didn’t have to be this way
Only if you chose to
let it be that way.
So now she does her homework
Comes to class three days per week
after her full time job
squeezes in all the responsibilities
she always did for everyone.
The home, the family all those that count on her
Twice as much work
Three times the hustle and stress…
But a new world of ideas and possibilities
being born every hour spent
in that classroom where
she sits in this morning.
an adult learner.