I like this: "...what's going on here? Folks seem to be giving up on the English language lately. They're discarding all their reference material!" vry funny. and inspiring, actually; what it is, is that people are creating their own rules, maybe, and on that note, [inspiration = ] NOW i finally know where it was i was going with my newrule tribe, which in a few daze [yes] will be open so stay tuned.

As for the bill, well, hell, do you need it? i mean, if you need it. Maybe it was a synchronicity. which, yeah, you could call a justification rationalization kind of thing. if it was me today i would think so; if it was me at some other time i might not and then i would give it some other handling. what goes around comes around and all that. You know, if you worked in a drycleaner's in the south you wouldn't think twice; amazing what gets left in pockets and the workers aren't exactly overcompensated for their work.

On found notes: a while back a friend of mine had a book come out in which all the stories were based upon the notes he found, some almost entirely notes altogether, spliced in; i will have to now that I remembered this sleuth this out. remember hearing him read part of one, very good, there was a couple who went from where they worked to one or the other's house for lunch and then one of them responded, "Yahtze!" several times in this conversation they were having that I think was sexual innuendo or metaphorical like that somehow. Does this sound familiar to anyone, possibly? (the sleuthing starting now.)

today abandoned atop a piano in a coffeehouse, the book Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea by Charles Seife. it's about the history of the zero concept in mathematics.

just the other day i found a passport that someone had mislaid here in the library, by one of the copy machines, so i turned it in to the lost & found.

atop a brick on a planter along a sidewalk...some rubber bands. great! i needed them.

Sounds like a good fish tale starting up here.

I remember finding my pops lure in a bass I caught as a child. The bass tied him up on a stump and he lost the lure not a minute before. Being a smart-ass I popped my lure under the adjacent tree and caught the fish, his lure in mouth. He said it was his, but I maintained stubbornly that I had simply found it.

This isn't a recent discard, but seemed appropriate enough to share.

i'll verify that! yeah, Unscramble, i check out that site every week & buy the magazine on a per-copy basis rather than subscribe. i love it, & it's what inspired me to start picking up discarded stuff & start this tribe. btw, if you can, please upload photos to the tribe gallery of your assemblages. i'd love to see 'em.

I visited Lou Curtis's Folk Arts Rare Records in San Diego today, which is in an old house. As I was leaving, there was a girl on the porch going through a cardboard box of old 78's- albums still in their fancy book-like sleeves. As I walked past I heard Lou telling her "Those are free- I'm throwing those away..." She wasn't really interested, but I just recently got a new turntable that plays 78's so I turned around to take a look: there was a copy of Voice of the Xtabay by Yma Sumac- perfect condition, beautiful artwork on the cover, 4 discs containing 8 songs...

I think this was a pretty unusual find, to say the least...

I also grabbed an album of Western Polkas by Tex Williams and his Western Caravan.

found in back of Random today:

1. The Portable Melville, consisting of 2 complete novels (Typee and Billy Budd) plus assorted other writings.
2. The Godfather by Mario Puzo. no idea when i'll get around to reading or even if i'll read the whole thing, but it makes me curious because i saw the movie.