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December 26, 2009
Friday Night Gallery (Saturday Night) Chat / Australian Art
December 26, 2009
Iraq And Afghanistan Soldier’s Poetry / Art Slam Session 38
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Good Evening,
A photo tonight,
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Happy Holidays to all the soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan!
BJHC
See you next Saturday.
Please send any thoughts or ideas to PaleGreenMermaid@aol.com and I will post or use comments area, thanks.
www.ivaw.org Iraq Veterans Against The War
www.iava.org Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America
www.veteransforpeace.org Veterans for Peace
This Slam will continue until all our soldiers return from Iraq and Afghanistan.
BJ Halliday Crawley Editor
December 26, 2009
Musical Artifact – Yes, BloodHound Gang – They Are Funny And On The Money
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They got that funk beat down, the vocals are unique ,their sound is fresh off the conveyor belt -
Now the lyrics can make you squirm in your chair sometimes but if you keep listening you get the joke, they are surface/ deep, listen, you will see what I mean – and in these days when soft porn is everywhere they are they are talking about it’s ever-present absurdity… very nice.
If they could just get beyond talking about their bodily functions ( and presenting them onstage) and tell us about what they each have inside, I think they might really have something truly new to give us. ( the listeners)
they are a band in waiting, it is only a matter of time.
BAND Blood Hound Gang SONG Fire WAter Burn
“Fire Water Burn”
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don’t need no water let the m———– burn,
Burn m———– burn.
Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I’m a dumb white guy,
I’m not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high,
I don’t know mofo if y’all peeps be buggin’ give props to my ho cause she all fly,
But I can take the heat cause I’m the other white meat known as ‘Kid Funky Fried’,
Yeah I’m hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye,
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don’t shine,
Cause I’m kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own wookie,
I’m the root of all that’s evil yeah but you can call me cookie,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don’t need no water let the m———— burn,
Burn m———- burn.
Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice,
I’m not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is,
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven,
This honkey’s gone to heaven,
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,
I’ll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk,
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix’s poltergeist,
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis cause he’s the anti-christ,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don’t need no water let the m———– burn,
Burn m———— burn.
Everybody here we go,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Throw your hands in the air,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Wave ‘em like you don’t care,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everbody say ho,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everybody here we go.
| Bloodhound Gang | |
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| Background information | |
| Origin | Collegeville, Pennsylvania |
| Genres | Comedy rock, rap rock, alternative rock |
| Years active | 1992 – present |
| Labels | Universal/Geffen |
| Associated acts | Bang Chamber 8, Wolfpac, The Dicamillo Sisters, A |
| Website | www.bloodhoundgang.com |
| Members | |
| Jimmy Pop DJ Q-Ball Jared Hasselhoff The Yin Daniel P. Carter Daniel Maguire |
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| Former members | |
| Daddy Long Legs M.S.G. Skip O’Pot2Mus Tard-E-Tard Spanky G Willie The New Guy Foof Bubba K. Love Lupus Thunder |
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From Wikipedia
www.bloodhoundgang.com last heard on www.radio1045.com, Paul’s show.
Bloodhounds circa 1915/ From Wiki
December 24, 2009
Musical Artifact “All You Zombies “
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A classic philly quirky-funky-upbeat-stand alone diatribe why diatribe? because it’s philly the home of the original troublemakers, those rebel founding fathers…
SONG: All You Zombies BAND: Hooters
Holy Moses met the Pharaoh
Yeah, he tried to set him straight
Looked him in the eye, let my people go
Holy Moses on the mountain
High above the golden calf
Went to get the Ten Commandments
He’s just gonna break them in half
All you zombies hide your faces
All you people in the street
All you sittin’ in high places
The pieces gonna fall on you
No one ever spoke to Noah
They all laughed at him instead
Working on his ark, working all by himself
Only Noah saw it coming
Forty days and forty nights
Took his sons and daughters with him
Yeah, they were the Israelites
All you zombies hide your faces
All you people in the street
All you sittin’ in high places
The rain’s gonna fall on you
Holy Father, what’s the matter
Where have all your children gone
Sitting in the dark, living all by themselves
You don’t have to hide anymore
All you zombies show your faces…
last heard on www.radio1045.com while listening to DJ Paul, ( he plays unusual versions of songs!)
December 23, 2009
A Blue Moon 2009 – For The People Who Have To Work On Christmas This Year
Blue Moon
The big dipper rested above the streak of the last falling star that crossed behind her shoulder.
‘Now that is the second one this year,’ she thought. ’ and those two full rainbows within one week- both ending at the door of my house, hmmmm.”
It was cold, she pulled her scarf close to her neck. Yes, she thought it was time to burn all her bridges behind her and start anew.
‘ I mean really now,’ she thought just avoiding slipping on a piece of frozen asphalt. ’how often does one get a chance to honestly start again…’
Baja was looking darn good to her right about now.
‘ I’d rather get caught in the heat of an endless summer than be frozen up to my elbows every night, if indeed global warming followed the course predicted.’
” The sea of Cortez on one side, pacific ocean on the other you can’t go wrong. ’
She pulled her beret down as the wind hit her face when she started across the first field. Her boots broke crystalline patterns like snow flakes as her figure smoldered into the christmas snow.
A falling star flooded the sky while a rainbow crested the newly risen blue moon.
The End
Image from wikipedia
December 19, 2009
Iraq and Ahghanistan Soldier Poetry/Art Slam, Session # 37
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Good Afternoon,
A poem by Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt,
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas,
He Lived All Alone,
In A One Bedroom House
Made Of Plaster And Stone.
I Had Come Down The Chimney
With Presents To Give,
And To See Just Who
In This Home Did Live.
I Looked All About,
A Strange Sight I Did See,
No Tinsel, No Presents,
Not Even A Tree.No Stocking By Mantle,
Just Boots Filled With Sand,
On The Wall Hung Pictures
Of Far Distant Lands.With Medals And Badges,
Awards Of All Kinds,
A Sober Thought
Came Through My Mind.For This House Was Different,
It Was Dark And Dreary,
I Found The Home Of A Soldier,
Once I Could See Clearly.The Soldier Lay Sleeping,
Silent, Alone,
Curled Up On The Floor
In This One Bedroom Home.The Face Was So Gentle,
The Room In Such Disorder,
Not How I Pictured
A United States Soldier.Was This The Hero
Of Whom I’d Just Read?
Curled Up On A Poncho,
The Floor For A Bed?I Realized The Families
That I Saw This Night,
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers
Who Were Willing To Fight.Soon Round The World,
The Children Would Play,
And Grownups Would Celebrate
A Bright Christmas Day.They All Enjoyed Freedom
Each Month Of The Year,
Because Of The Soldiers,
Like The One Lying Here.I Couldn’t Help Wonder
How Many Lay Alone,
On A Cold Christmas Eve
In A Land Far From Home.The Very Thought
Brought A Tear To My Eye,
I Dropped To My Knees
And Started To Cry.The Soldier Awakened
And I Heard A Rough Voice,
“Santa Don’t Cry,
This Life Is My Choice;I Fight For Freedom,
I Don’t Ask For More,
My Life Is My God,
My Country, My Corps.”The Soldier Rolled Over
And Drifted To Sleep,
I Couldn’t Control It,
I Continued To Weep.I Kept Watch For Hours,
So Silent And Still
And We Both Shivered
From The Cold Night’s Chill.I Didn’t Want To Leave
On That Cold, Dark, Night,
This Guardian Of Honor
So Willing To Fight.Then The Soldier Rolled Over,
With A Voice Soft And Pure,
Whispered, “Carry On Santa,
It’s Christmas Day, All Is Secure.”One Look At My Watch,
And I Knew He Was Right.
“Merry Christmas My Friend,
And To All A Good Night.”
Image from Google
Written by Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt in 1986. Printed in Leatherneck (The Magazines for the Marines) in December 1991.
Have a good afternoon and see you next Saturday.
Please send any thoughts or ideas to shivazzzzz@aol.com and I will post or use comments area, thanks.
www.ivaw.org Iraq Veterans Against The War
www.iava.org Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America
www.veteransforpeace.org Veterans for Peace
This Slam will continue until all our soldiers return from Iraq and Afghanistan.
BJ Halliday Crawley Editor
December 18, 2009
Friday Night Gallery Chat – Maya Codice’s
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Maya Codice’s are essentially the language books that the maya created and kept in their temples until the conquistadors came along , (with the religious community that arrived with them) and destroyed the majority of codices in an effort to crush mayan culture and spirit while intending to replace it with christian iconography.
They are archaeological art- ifacts but can be viewed as an important part of the Mayan’s expression of art.
Here is part of the Dresden codice,
Here is another, the pictograms expressed an idea or series of words-
a larger picture might show an event that happened as a photograph would today,
Have a Mayan intensive weekend!
Note:
From Wikipedia,
Maya codices (singular codex) are folding books stemming from the pre-Columbian Maya civilization, written in Maya hieroglyphic script on Mesoamerican paper, made from the inner bark of certain trees, the main being the wild fig tree or Amate (Ficus glabrata). Paper, generally known by the Nahuatl word amatl, was named by the Mayas huun. The folding books are the products of professional scribes working under the patronage of the Howler Monkey Gods. The Maya developed their huun-paper around the 5th century,[1] the same era that the Romans did, but their paper was more durable and a better writing surface than papyrus[2]. The codices have been named for the cities in which they eventually settled. The Dresden codex is generally considered the most important of the few that survive.
December 17, 2009
Moratorium on Foreclosures Will Boost Economy
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A one year moratorium on foreclosures will stimulate the economy as well as any stimulus plan.
The question is which came first, the economic slump or a nationwide wave of foreclosures. Looking at my own neighborhood, as I do when I walk everyday for 45 minutes, it was the foreclosures that started 2 years before the bailout of the banks.
With the foreclosures mounting came business closings and states not having enough money to pay for services provided to the public. (which began additional foreclosures due to job loss)
There was an expert on NPR early in the bank crisis who stated that the amount of the derivative financial products (that were kept afloat by predatory loan practices- credit card type mortgages) numbered not in the millions, not in the billions but the trillions.
As President Obama said on 60 minutes last Sunday ” The banks caused this problem…”, and now this blog is requesting that the banks clean up and be accountable for the Ponzi scheme -like financial products they traded. (which are based on selling predatory mortgage loans to the public)
While they are doing this, and taking financial responsibility for the errors -( a criminal investigation should also be set in place to investigate the steps in creating aforementioned products),
A one year moratorium should be imposed, while the banks move through this process,
1. It will stabilize drain on taxes for state services
2. Stop business’ from closing due to population shifts caused by foreclosures
3. Keep families and individuals in their homes ( The general public should not be paying for the mistakes of a few fat cats at the top of the banking system)
So write your congress person, start petitions, I believe with a public outcry that a foreclosure moratorium is possible. ( Citibank just put a 30 day moratorium on their foreclosure process and they are to be commended but we , the public ,can not wait for all banks to do the right thing.)
A year-long moratorium on foreclosures is a win/ win situation, a win for the economy and a win for the economic engine, the bottom 2/3 rd’s of the population- the place where the majority of all new jobs are created.
Peace
December 15, 2009
Wednesday Night (Koanic) Flash Story For The Workers Of The World
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ESPRESSO DREAMS (HE SAID-SHE SAID)
“You know what the problem is?” She said.
” No, pray tell.” He said.
” I’m like a 10 course meal…When all anybody really wants, is a McDonald’s hamburger.”
” You could be right.”
” I think that after I leave everyone will be ecstatic…including me!” She placed the knife in its sheath.
” Tommy just texted me, he is at the Plaid Fish Cafe, are you coming?”
“No, I have to work on my tome or is that…tomb, see ya Garret, have fun.”
Kandi switched the overhead light on and watched the blue glow from her computer spread through the room. She typed -
” It didn’t end well, but damn it was finally over. Finally a speck in her distant past. Pointless, yes, but done – some things in life are metaphysical chores,
like washing dishes, nothing to show for it, but it was done, and you didn’t have to look at the mess anymore.”
She switched off the light and headed out to the Plaid Fish Cafe.
THE END
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December 13, 2009
Musical Artifacts – Clint Eastwood-Gorillaz / William Tell Overture-Rossini
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
| Lone Ranger | |
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This pair of songs, have in common- one thing…after you get done listening to them you feel like you’ve ridden a horse!
One a slow sunny trot, the other a do- or- die gallop, listen they capture the essence of riding and are 2 WOW! musical presentations.
GORILLAZ Band CLINT EASTWOOD Song
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
I aint happy, I’m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I’m useless, but not for long the future is comin’ on
I aint happy, I’m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I’m useless, but not for long the future is comin’ on,
It’s comin’ on, It’s comin’ on, It’s comin’ on, It’s comin’ on
Yeah, ha Ha HA!
Finally someone let me outa my cage
Now time for me is nothin’ cuz I’m countin’ no age
Nah, I couldn’t be theirs, now you shouldn’t be scared
I’m good at repairs (s’all simple), and I’m under each snare
Intangible (aww dawg), I bet you didn’t think so, I command you to
Panoramic view (you),
Look I’ll make it all manageable
Pick and choose (hmph),
Sit and loose,
All you different crews.
Chicks and dudes,
So who you think is really kickin’ tunes?
Picture you gettin down in tha picture tube,
Like you lit the fuse
You think it’s fictional?
Mystical? maybe
Spiritual?
Hearable
who appears in you ta clear your view (yeah) when your too crazy
Lifeless,
to those a definition for what life is
Priceless,
To you because I put you on the hype shit
You like it? Gun smokin’.
righteous with one token.
Psychic among those,
Possess you with one go.
I aint happy, I’ m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I’m useless, but not for long the future is comin’ on
Iint happy, I’ m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I’m useless, but not for long the future (that’s right) is comin’ on,
it’s comin’ on, it’s comin’ on, it’s comin’ on, it’s comin’ on
The essence, the basics,
Without it you make it
Allow me to make this
child-like-in-nature.
Rhythm, you have it or you don’t
That’s a fallacy.
I’m in ‘em
Every sprouting tree, every child apiece
Every cloud and sea
You see with your eyes,
I see destruction and demise
Corruption in the skies (that’s right)
From this fuckin’ enterprise,
Now I’m sucked into your lies
Through Russel not his muscles but percussion he provides
With me as their (say what) guide
Y’all can see me now cuz you don’t see with you eye
You perceive with your mind
That’s the inner (fuck em)
So I’ma stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes (mmm mmmm) so mother fuckers remember
What the thought is
I brought all this, so you can survive when law is lawless(right here)
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead (yup)
No squealing, remember that it’s all in your head
I ain’t happy, I’m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I’m useless, but not for long the future is comin’ on
I ain’t happy, I’ m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I’m useless, but not for long my future is comin’ on
it’s comin’ on it’s comin’ on it’s comin’ on it’s comin’ on
My future is comin’ on,
it’s comin’ on, it’s comin’ on,
My future is comin’ on
it’s comin’ on, it’s comin’ on,
My future
(chirp chirp chirp)
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William Tell Overture MUSIC Rossini SONGWRITER
Note:
The overture to the opera William Tell, especially its high-energy finale, is a very familiar work composed by Gioachino Rossini. There has been repeated use (and sometimes parody) of this overture in the popular media, most famously for being the theme music for the Lone Ranger radio and television shows, and it is quoted by Dmitri Shostakovich in his Symphony No. 15. William Tell was the last of Rossini’s 39 operas, after which he went into semi-retirement, although he continued to compose cantatas, sacred music, and secular vocal music.
FROM WIKIPEDIA
Clint Eastwood, Last heard on www.radio1045.com, 104.5 FM, Philly, PA ,On DJ Wendy’s Show
William Tell Overture, last heard on www.wrti.org 90.1 , Philly PA, FM Morning show, Classical, Jazz
BAND Gorillaz www.gorillaz.com Virtual Band
December 12, 2009
Jesus And The One Drop Theory
“A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
Now the Jesus I am talking about is the walkabout, everyday Jesus, the gadfly who strolled into temples and if he did not like what he saw caused a ruckus and tough luck to the powers that be.
He was a,
Rabble-rouser,
Outcast- from his peers in society ( except for his twelve homey’s and a few gal-pals named Mary )
Reject of society, basically that lived on the fringes of his community, referred to as having a screw loose by his family and acquaintances.
Watched by the local authorities being considered a troublemaker and non- income producing individual.
Yet, he contributed to society in his lifetime one of the most important treasties on how one could live their life and think about their own personal existence.
He died in the way most common criminals were put to death during his time .
He was one drop.
During his lifetime he questioned the point of his life and existence – but his passion, his message of (compassionate ) love being the most powerful force in the world resonated after his death and spread across the philosophical and religious landscapes of this planet.
Do not ever forget as you move through life working on the projects that interest you, that if there is a struggle, if you are ridiculed or dismissed, there is a reward in working for the greater good and you may never know in this life time just what your one drop means to the world at large.
So search for that one thing that no one else sees, no one else is attending to, and make your mark in this world… all it takes is one drop,
it might be part of a wave of change.
PEACE BE WITH YOU
As Jesus said – “You walk in mists of darkness, which is the heritage of this realm, but inside, you have a light which burns. This will light your way.”
Subjects for further reading and research Gospel of Philip, Gospel of Mary, Gnostic movement 1 century AD, Jesus in his own words, Gospel of Thomas,
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Image from Wikipedia
December 11, 2009
Meat Free Thursday Noodle Dish!
“A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
Peanut Noodles with Scallion and Carrots
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Peanut Butter (chunky better)
Soy sauce
Vinegar (White, Balsamic, any really)
Asian noodles ( better with fresh noodles, most asian markets sell them)
Scallions (chopped)
Carrots (grated)
Salt (as needed)
Hot Chili sauce (Asian or any other – optional)
Cook Noodles (handfull or two) , drain and plop back into same pan, (extra water ok), One tab. peanut butter, 6 splashes soy sauce, two splashes vinegar, mix till sauce forms.
Add 1/4 cup grated carrots and tsp. hot chilie sauce, mix.
Place on serving dish top with chopped scallions – Pour glass white wine iced and play Poirot (Agatha Christie mystery) DVD ” Cards On The Table “
Green apple and chocolate covered pretzels for dessert with Mocha-Java , add orange zest, topping? whipped cream!
| Hercule Poirot | |
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(Double or triple recipe if extra hungry – feeds one)
Bon Appetit!
(You just helped to save the Amazon Forest!)
Scarlet Macaw, which is indigenous to the American tropics
December 11, 2009
Extra, Extra, Read All about It – PGMB Subsidiary Blogs Located On Blog Roll,” Planet Green Trust”, (Currently Running A Serial Eco Flash Story) and “The Lemon Lizard Lounge “- Hardboiled Det. Site (Currently Running A Series On Writing From 1922!)
“A Pale Green Mermaid ” Production Announcement
1915 English magazine illustration of a lady riding a Champagne cork (Lordprice Collection)
Bubbles from rosé Champagne
An Edwardian English advert for Champagne, listing honors and royal drinkers
Hope you enjoy the sites!
BJHC
Images From Wikipedia
December 9, 2009
Musical Artifact “Happy Birthday Guadalupe ” Killers
“ A Pale Green Mermaid Blog“ (Returns…Shhhhhhh)
This song has a mariachi band horn section and cutie pie real man lyrics ( what is a real man any way?) and a few surprising segues to boot. Check it out!
Angels, Mexico, candles and a mariachi band – now, really what else does one need at Xmas time, I ask you????
Image from Wikipedia
( please excuse technical difficulties )
Merry pre-Xmas !!
Song HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUADALUPE Band KILLERS
The Killers – Happy Birthday Guadalupe Lyrics
Well I woke up Christmas morning and what did I see?
I saw a lovely señorita looking back at me
Named Guadalupe, with big brown eyes
Boy what did you do this time?
Made my excuses and a beeline for the bedroom door
She was beggin’ and a-pleadin’, screamin’, “Por favor,
Mi cumpleaños, stay with me,
Baby it’s cold outside”
We are livin’ in a difficult time
We’ve been walkin’ down a difficult line
Put your feet up baby, it’s Christmas time
Cumpleaños feliz
Happy Birthday Guadalupe
(Our time will come)
(We both hold on)
She gave me coffee and tortillas to console my head
Prepared the slippers on my feet before she made our bed
And blew the candles from her favourite cake
And we kissed beneath the mistletoe
I pulled her body close to mine and I had just one chance
I whispered, “Baby will you marry me for just one dance?”
Infatuation, the things you say
I got scared and I left that night
‘Cause we are livin’ in a difficult time
We’ve been walking down a difficult line
Put your feet up baby, it’s Christmas time
Cumpleaños feliz
Happy Birthday Guadalupe
Deck the halls with rosaries
Wish upon a Christmas tree
Silent night please come to me
Bearing gifts from my… my Mexican angel
At night I wake up cold and lonely, bustin’ at the seams
She haunts the early morning hours of December dreams
My Guadalupe, with big brown eyes
I wanna break the spell tonight
‘Cause we are livin’ in a difficult time
We’ve been walkin’ down a difficult line
Put your feet up baby, it’s Christmas time
Cumpleaños feliz
Happy Birthday Guadalupe
Happy Birthday Guadalupe
Last heard on www.radio1045.com shout out to DJ Johnny!
November 18, 2009
Wednesday Night Flash Story For The Workers Of The World
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( Serial Flash Story)
A few years later…11:30 a.m., Seattle, Washington USA
” You make me feel so young, you make me feel like spring has sprung, every time I see you grin, I am such a happy, individual….”
The sound of frothing milk, slurping and strains of a Frank Sinatra song filled the small coffee shop. Raphaella looked across the room, then responded to the thin man sitting across from her.
” That scuttlebutt has been hanging around San Francisco for at least two years, and I have been working on this case for a year, ever since Neil Muniz’s sister asked me to start a missing person search on him.”
She was now sorry she had taken the time to fly up to Seattle. It would take another two hours for the return trip, which would make her late for her two o’clock appointment with a new client. And that client was paying.
” Mr. Helleborne, what it all boils down to is that without that tape, it is a non-story, a rumour for conspiracy theorists.”
” But Raphaella, if I may be so brash as to call you that.” The little man pulled his tweed jacket tight while glancing at the entrance of the Slow Joe Cafe.
” Listen, I just don’t have the time to look into this case any further. Time is money and right now, I am running low on both.”
“Please.” The man’s voice was trembling.
Raphaella slid on her green raincoat.
“Your friend was scheduled to meet us here at nine. It is now eleven-thirty. It looks like another dead-end. I have to go.” Raphaella gathered up her notebook and shoved it into her bag.
” The same thing happened in Brazil. Tapes were everywhere and the evidence was ignored. Now the tape that you described… well it would be hard to explain away. Look, I have another client waiting in San Francisco, good luck. It would be a hell of a story if you were to get that tape.’” She handed her card to him, and walked out the door into a wall of rain.
Mr. Helleborne watched as Raphaella’s purple umbrella turned the corner and disappeared. The card read Gator-Eye Investigations. He sipped the remainder of his espresso and left.
A few minutes later, a tall figure in a rumpled brown suit walked into the Slow Joe Cafe. Shaking water from his cap, he searched the cafe then shuffled to the table by the front window. He tossed the manila envelope onto the table, knocking the half drunk cappuccino over. Seconds later he was gone.
The waitress came over to clean up. She picked up the stained envelope, and dropped it in the trash can.
”What a mess, sometimes people are such…oh, what’s the use.” She made her way to the door, flipped the open sign to closed, and headed to the back room.
The End
FYI -Thanks to all my readership over the last year, A Pale Green Mermaid Blog will be closed for approx. 3 weeks due to unforeseen events.
