I'm Enchanted with David

That was my very first mail from you David-loved the epic saga -the things women will do for big hair and the love of marbles. And it all comes to a tragic end in Decatur of all places! Katerina has ties to Elgin AND Decatur and she is also the expert on the Elgin Marble connection. hmmmm 

I have no idea what you're talking about, KDJ...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elgin_Marbles

Nancy, here's the wikipedia on the Elgin Marbles fiasco

hmmmm. You're right KDJ-In the Mail Art Romances poster David Sent me, all the women have really great perfectly coiffed (Spell chick?) hair. David can you post that if you have a picture? It's on the wall in my living room

KDJ, It helps if you were brought up in a test tube with photoshop as your only companion. You also must renounce all worldly pleasures and financial rewards. And, of course, you must accept Satin as your personal savior. A kick in the head from the right mule is tremendously helpful as well. Finally, I wear only Nobel-approved SmartyPants TM.

Very funny. And she's another perky one, too, isn't she.

The Elgin marbles--so much more than imagined. I am now *educated.*  

You are on the path, grasshopper.

KDJ, maybe Dav.id would like to hear more about your work as a court reporter. I know I would. They used to be only petrified props, in movies and on tv. But we always knew there had to be much more to the story ...

Many jobs require one to act/feel machine-like, so you're not alone, though court reporters especially look literally attached to their machines, so that's another level of machine-like. Too bad you can't speak up more--they don't know what they're missing, but we do.

that's what i was thinking Nancy, but maybe BECAUSE KDJ can't express her full ebullient personality at work is why we get to enjoy it so much here. 

You read my mind--that was the very next thought after hitting "Add Comment."

Secret Life of a Court Reporter....By day, she fused with her machine to produce perfect transcripts, by night her mind wandered in a dreamscape peppered with allusions, subterfuge, sustainments and overrulings. One day after ingesting several cups of coffee from a strange coffee shop she'd never visited before the two worlds crossed over and suddenly the dry transcripts turned into surreal playlets of the absurd. She subsequently lost her job but made it big in Hollywood where her bios never failed to mention her humble beginnings as a court reporter. 

How do you know I'm not a famous writer? I could be Philip Roth or Mickey Spillane letting off some steam or gathering wool for my next busterblock. I could be Sylvia Plath popping my head out of the oven for a brief postcard. Btw, did you know that Ted Hughes second wife also committed suicide in the same fashion? After that, he got a hot plate.

Ever the transcripter of the true narrative!

So is it true? Never heard that, but let's not marry a guy named Ted.

Dav.id, the thought of SP "popping her head out of the oven" to do a brief postcard, well I don't know what, but maybe mail art could have saved her. 

from Ted Hughes wikipedia site:

On 25 March 1969, six years after Plath's suicide by asphyxiation from a gas stove, Assia Wevill committed suicide in the same way. Wevill also killed her child, Alexandra Tatiana Elise (nicknamed Shura), the four-year-old daughter of Hughes, born on 3 March 1965. Their deaths led to (apparently unsupported) claims that Hughes had been abusive to both Plath and Wevill.[ 

think of all the poems, songs, works of art that never would have been created had they had access to antidepressants. David, I wish I'd kept a copy of that genius piece you made in response to the endless asemic debate. 

KDJ fused with her machine is a very odd and disturbing image. I bet it's hell to keep up with KDJ in a chat  typing 100wpm

I'm enchanted with David. I mean I REALLY, really, really am enchanted with David (well, maybe more with the 1951!!! TIME he sent?)

TIMEs have changed...magazines that once upon a TIME would cost 20 cents...now need $ 15 postage to arrive in Greece! Ah, but I am enchanted!

Paging through another world...of typewriters (what are those?)

And "Formula One"at the Indie that go only 126 MPH?

I blogged something I received from David, but can't figure out how to put the link here.   Working up the courage to listen to the CD.  Thank you David-'you people' here are the wittiest, funniest people I've ever met

That's a nice Jazz album that you and David have! And the link to the blog is:

I've been signed to David Stafford's Record Label!!!

thank you Kat=it wouldn't work for me. and My blog of Erni's work posted twice and I have no idea why except that it's Friday the 13th

p.s. thank you soooo much for the card for Dario, the postman. I put it out for him and he took it !

I usually go to the Main Page and on the left column with the blogs I CAREFULLY "copy" the title and then paste it ...like here. But, it does not work if I try to "copy" from the blog title when I am actually at that blog. Strange  ning :-)

Not to worry, kdj....

Lumpy snakes are my favorite!

In retrospect it kinda looks like a brassiere with a mouth...

No need for the old hook and eye...you just have to persuade the snake to keep his mouth shut...

David though much, much taller in person, does not, alas, have a head of hair like the bra blower. He is available, however for short term bra blow jobs should any one need that service. He advises me that he would like a two week lead time and 24 hour cancellation notice.

I'm hearing reports that my publicist, Alphonse Pima, has been making claims about me that are not true. Apologies all round...That should be 48 hours cancellation notice.

Alphonse is Keely Smith's nephew through a blended marriage of herbs and spices...

JDK (from WHATEVERTM YOUNTOOK THE BG=IG ONE TOGNOFHT TOIHIGHT.) BE HAOOT OJ=k>

what he said....

yeah....I still have all five of those emotions btw, but the Botox and Effexor is chipping away at them...

I never thought of that but it makes perfect sense. I should do one with just my nose emerging from the caramel soup.

"Get me the guy with the nose."

Those stamps are amazing--Effexor withdrawals would make you have all those emotions simultaneously within a span of five minutes

DK, Do you speak from experience?

Yes, and my husband BEGGED me to go back on it:)

Did you? I find that if I miss a day I have the most amazing dreams....it's tempting.

In the beginning, you will feel euphoric and wonder why you ever went on them in the first place. then it will hit you and while I never did acid, I imagine this is what a bad trip is like. Every horrible thing that ever happened to me or anyone anywhere in the world, went through my head over and over. The shit morphed my brain====================

Hmmm....that does sound hellish...How's hubby doing with the real you?

Now, let's see...I think I misunderstood you....You felt all the bad stuff when you quit taking the drug?

yes, I tried to ween off of it for about a month. He got tired of seeing me sobbing all the time. I'm not a big crier so it was pretty awful.

Uncanny resemblance...I was sobbing at everything before I started taking the drugs so there's a certain inescapable emotional symmetry. Everyone has warned me (with a deep look of fear in their eyes) not to go off the drugs cold turkey. I guess that would be the ultimate test of whether you graduated to the world of the truly mentally healthy (those lucky eight people).