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[6-16-2009 Update Insert: Most of what is in this space is now moot. I found out what I was doing wrong and have reinstated Archives and Labels searches. They do work. However, in certain cases you may prefer Labels to Archives. Example: 1976 Today begins in November of 2006 and concludes in December of 2006, but there are other related posts in other months. Note: Labels only shows 20 posts at a time. There are 21 hubs, making 21 (which is for 1976 Today) an older hub.] ********************************* to my online poems and song lyrics using Archives. Use hubs for finding archival locations but do not link through them. Originally an AOL Journal, where the archive system was nothing like the system here, this blog was migrated from there to here in October of 2008. Today (Memorial/Veteran's Day, May 25, 2009) I discovered a glitch when trying to use a Blogger archive. Now, it may be template-related, but I am unable to return to S M or to the dashboard once I am in the Archives. Therefore, I've decided on this approach: a month-by-month post guide. The sw you see in the codes here stood for Salchert's Weblog when I began it in November of 2006. It later became Sprintedon Hollow. AOL provided what were called entry numbers, but they weren't consistent, and they didn't begin at the first cardinal number. That is why the numbers after "sw" came to be part of a post's code. ************** Here then is the month-by-month post guide: *2006* November: 00001 through 00046 - December: 00047 through 00056 -- *2007* January: 00057 through 00137 - February: 00138 through 00241 - March: 00242 through 00295 - April: 00296 through 00356 - May: 00357 through 00437 - June: 00438 through 00527 - July: 00528 though 00550 - August: 00551 through 00610 - September: 00611 through 00625 - October: 00626 through 00657 - November: 00658 through 00729 - December: 00730 through 00762 -- *2008* January: 00763 through 00791 - February: 00792 through 00826 - March: 00827 through 00849 - April: 00850 through 00872 - May: 00873 through 00907 - June: 00908 through 00931 - July: 00932 through 00955 - August: 00956 through 00993 - September 00994 through 01005 - October: 01006 through 01007 - November: 01008 through 01011 - December: 01012 through 01014 -- *2009* January: 01015 through 01021 - February: 01022 through 01028 - March: 01029 through 01033 - April: 01034 through 01036 - May: 01037 through 01044 - ******************************************************* 1976 Today: 2006/11 and 2006/12 -- Rooted Sky 2007: 2007/01/00063rsc -- Postures 2007: 2007/01/sw00137pc -- Sets: 2007/02/sw00215sgc -- Venturings: 2007/03/00216vc -- The Undulant Trees: 2007/03/00266utc -- This Day's Poem: 2007/03/00267tdpc -- Autobio: 2007/04/sw00316ac -- Fond du Lac: 2007/04/00339fdl -- Justan Tamarind: 2007/05/sw00366jtc -- Prayers in December: 2007/05/sw00393pindc -- June 2007: 2007/06/sw00440junec -- Seminary: 2007/07/sw00533semc -- Scatterings: 2008/08/00958sc ** Song Lyrics: 2008/02/sw00797slc ********** 2009-06-02: Have set S M to show 200 posts per page. Unfortunately, you will need to scroll to nearly the bottom of a page to get to the next older/newer page.


Saturday, February 16, 2008


Edges of Knowledge Wednesday 2002-09-11 5:29pm - Attended Mass this morning at St. Patrick. This afternoon in the mailbox a sympathy card from Fr. Ed; I--in my usual slow manner-- wrote back immediately. Yes, I also pray God may begin a new day for me "full of hope and light." Saturday 2002-09-14 3:58pm - Dear God, as You are aware, on July 18th (at 9:38pm, so it was officially noted) the spirit of the woman who had been my companion 37+ years moved on; and while I believe I have been forgiven, I still can not get it out of my head-- because I know--that if I had been more rational and had had better insights/ I would have made better choices than I did, choices that would have made her life with me happier than it was, choices which might very well have lengthened her earthly sojourn, not because such is in itself good, but because she would have wanted it so. Dear God, here today, as in every day hence I remain in my earthly sojourn, I again ask Your forgiveness-- even if such asking often seems to me vapid--for the wrong choices I have made, especially those which were bad for Janice. Tuesday 2002-09-17 7:44pm - Four major accomplishments today: 1. Got a proper original mobile home title, one put in my name only. 2. Got answers I needed from IRS. 3. Began ninth section of my Meanderings of an Amateur Mathematician 2: Number Theory Investigations. 4. Finally got my Norton Antivirus 2002 properly registered by using Symantec's online customer service registration screens. Wednesday 2002-09-18 5:30pm - What an afternoon regarding a certain debt! For days I have been atwitch in my brain trying to figure out how to approach it. Yesterday I came across a San Diego company I felt I could comfortably question. This afternoon I called. The man who answered/ led me to the Clerk of Courts here in Gainesville. The woman there gave me several solacing responses. I had been wanting to call the debt collection agency, but still did not know what I would say; then, a man at the debt collection agency called me. I, several minutes later, decided to call him back. The further information he gave me made indicate to him I might try to save up enough to close the account. We shall see now what God wills; or, that is, I might not see, but someone surely will. Friday 2002-09-27 11:36am - Last night, while sitting on the toilet in the "den" bathroom behind, I got frightened by a dark bee(?)/ hornet(?)/ wasp(?) that flew up over my back. I tried to get it with an empty pet glove box about 9 times but the door to the bathroom was not tightly shut; so, when the door got nudged, the thing flew out and over toward the window. Closing the door, I glanced behind me, and was stopped by a bit of shit resting on the toilet seat. I/ cleaned (sic) it (sic) off. The hidden presence of the dark insect unsettled me. As soon as I was able to, I went to the sofa bed to retrieve the orange flyswatter. Though I off-and-on searched, I never saw the bug again. I/ slept with the flyswatter next to me. This morning, while eating my cereals with banana at the kitchen counter, I felt/ at an empty distance. Medicines I am reluctant to take, foods I am not sure will settle well, a deepening despondence over errant choices I have made, the continuing uncertainty about who I am and who I ought to strive to be: I don't know/ I just don't know/ I just don't know anymore/ I just don't, hooked my brain. Then I noticed the dark thing on the kitchen's large window. I picked up the swatter. I wacked at the thing till it fell on the floor: where I swatted it dead. But in order to be sure--and because I would need to put it in the waste "can" anyhow--I folded a section of paper toweling, picked the creature (there in two parts: one that might have been its head) up, and scrunched it inside. Immediately again: Perhaps that is how one day I will die, caught my brain. Perhaps, as I had done on occasion, I should have found a way to capture it and gotten it back outside, (Out in our yard one day in Fond du Lac, when I was a kid--though I didn't have an allergic reaction to it, a bee stung me.) I peered once more at the "Janice" spider, which had fashioned a web underneath the dinette table, but along about this past September 11th had suddenly fallen from the table's pole, and--though I was not fairly certain until a week or so later--died on the floor. And even considering/ that/ that Aztecan arachnid/ might not have stuck any, the tiny black flies are back at the garbage. Thursday 2002-10-10 7:46pm - Today I completed my internal change (though I am becoming less and less sure of what day it is/ because certain physical manifestations are making me less and less sure of my sanity) from [into unto] to [thinking lizard]. [Into unto] is the sacred site in my i-b-n-a-r kingdom, and now it can be solely that. [Thinking lizard] is my site for in-depth searching, for boundary extending, for publishing/ whether or not anyone cares who I am or what I do. Monday 2002-10-14 11:17pm (wall clock time) - Late this morning my life passed through an eerie incident. I had worked all night doing the front desk audit at GNVUC and/ I was extremely tired. I had been standing at the kitchen counter finishing a bowl of cereal when I decided to move away from there for a reason I do not recall. What I do recall is waking in front of the recliner Janice spent most of her out-of-bed hours in the last several months or her life here/ and falling backwards towards the left (almost as if I had been pushed), clipping & knocking the table lamp onto the floor while I was in route to the floor. Once there/ I looked back & upwards: the wall clock read 11:18/ which immediately meant to me it must have been 11:17am just before (or as) I awoke. A week or so ago I injured the middle finger of my left hand, an injury I felt mostly in the upper knuckle. Around 8am at the hotel/ the soreness in my finger seemed to be mostly between the knuckles. After my fall/ the finger no longer felt sore. For several months before the sad awakening of 9/11/01 Janice and I/ had taken to noticing 11:11am on the wall clock. And even after, we often did. When I turned this computer on/ the wall clock read: 11:11pm. (This computer's clock is two minutes ahead of the wall clock.) Since 9/11/01 both 11 and 17 have--for me-- become exceedingly special. Yet, even after yesterday's experiences, I am still not really certain why. (It is now 12:40am 10/15/02 wall clock time.) - Brian A. J. Salchert

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