Date: Sat, 20 Feb 1999 11:53:09 -0500 From: Words from the Monastery Subject: [WRITERS] FILL: LOOOOOOU-Cee ... I'm Hooooome! (Introduction) Gluten flog; Just subscribed ... well, the other day that is ... been busy and all ... you know how the fuck it is, right? Life ... that 5 am till 10 pm (your time zone may vary) event that interrupts your daily nap time. Let's get something straight right from the get go ... I'm not your run of the mill MTV mindless-must-see-teevee cappuccino-sipping granola-sniffing independent conservative sadomasochist ... when I'm in front of the electronic cyclopic eye it's to see one of the following depending on the space time continuum: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Dharma and Greg, Drew Carey or Star Trek: Voyager; Vengeance Unlimited (until it was canceled ... now, nothing on Thursday); Brimstone (until it was canceled); Millennium; Nash Bridges (occasionally); Early Edition; The Pretender; Profiler (occasionally); CBS Sunday Morning; Hercules: The Legendary Journeys; Xena: The Warrior Princess; Star Trek Voyager (if I didn't watch the original airing on Wednesday night); The Simpsons; That 70's Show; The X-Files; and the occasional surf-watch ... DVD ... Pay-Per-View ... HBO. If you haven't guessed, I'm God or at least one of the little "g's" ... that's what I wrote in a poem once ... waiting to see if it sticks ... until then you can call me Anthony ... Father Anthony ... or if you're really frisky, Daddy. Everything else will be ignored ... life's too short to let anyone rent space in your head. Might as well cover work first ... I work in the five-sided wind tunnel ... the puzzle palace ... the mutha truckin' we're (United States of America) the only fuckin' super gawd dam world power Pentagon (now being renovated ... tours available Monday through Friday after 9 am before 3 pm ... don't forget to get the t-shirt). No, I'm not a janitor. My association and employ with the United States Government and it's associated local governments began at 17 when I joined the Florida Army National Guard a week or so after graduating 'Cumma Too Loudly' from a little high school in Zephyrhills, Florida. Military Occupation Specialty: 11 Bang Bang ... infantry. Began my college endeavors that following Fall semester at the University of South Florida, Tampa Campus, as an undecided student ... ended up there after finding myself in need of a destination following high school graduation and wanting to be near my, but unknown to me soon to be former, girlfriend ... bitch something? I don't recall her name now ... that was back in '83. In two and half years henceforth my major accomplishments were: almost top of the boot camp class at Fort Benning, Georgia ... I was voted most likely to be a sociopath in HS, so this wasn't much of a surprise ... jungle training in the Panama Canal Zone, and the successfully pledging of and becoming a member of the Sigma Chi Fraternity. Other than that, I made some money ... pretended to learn ... partied my ass off and got laid quite often with not so many women. Popped a couple of cherries and let one go, but hey ... someone popped mine right? It was only fair to return the favor. All in all ... it was pretty good, but then cutting class meant a trip to the beach ... either Clearwater or St. Petersburg ... in my 'stang with some of my fledgling fraternity brothers ... how could life be anything but? No, I'm not asking you ... it's rhetorical. So from there ... I put college on hiatus come May 1985 after a back-to-back visit from mononucleosis and a couple of my wisdom teeth coming in badly left me with far less than an impressive GPA ... went to work full-time for one of the fraternity alumnus as a security guard ... with my military background, I was assigned all the hot-spots that had been robbed recently ... I don't think they understood the concept very well, but hell it was more than minimum at the time. Balanced three women for the first and only time during my life over that summer ... one knew ... one suspected ... and one was so sweet and innocent that I let her remain that way instead of doing the intelligent thing and dumping the others to concentrate on convincing her that I was the Romeo that she dreamed of ... oh well, I'm not the one who said I was smart. By December '85 I had max'ed out my credit with a new JVC stereo and television as well as being down to one woman ... she is a Chi Omega ... I gave her a necklace with my fraternity Greek letters on it and by Spring of '86 ... after I moved to Corpus Christi, Texas ... she was hoping I was dating cause she had started sleeping with some marine she met at home ... that was the second woman I lost to a marine and it wasn't the last time I would have a confrontation with our nation's "few good men" ... but that comes later in the life story. In January '86 I took a couple of classes at the community college in CC, TX and worked riding shotgun for my mother's trucking company ... hauled and/or picked up pipe as well as other oil drilling tools/implements ... this paid well over minimum wage, but I wasn't working full-time with school. Come May I was with a healthy GPA and a serious case of what the fuck am I going to do ... I had decided to become a journalist and had just completed Introduction to Mass Communications. The professor was a retired career reporter with the local newspaper and who's son was on Reagan's White House Press Staff ... I'm sure he was trying to teach us the reality of journalism with the goal of us becoming journalists, he showed me that this just wasn't for me ... since (and before in my home town newspaper during HS) then I have published a few warm fuzzy articles in various small presses where I was living and a poem or two. While traversing the want ads I noticed an opening for a "bar back" at the Abracadabra Night Club ... for some reason this position appeared to be glamorous at the time so I applied and didn't get the job. The next similar opening occurred at the Dallas Night Club and I was hired because of an article I had read in my mother's copy of Cosmopolitan that I was paging through one day while looking for some pictures of women in their underwear. The article was about women and respect at work ... yadda yadda yadda ... what I took away from it was that when you sake a women's hand, do so firmly ... no limp wristing it to protect her delicate little finger bones ... well, talk about luck ... the lady who I interviewed with for the job was a corporate type who didn't quite appreciate the standard male Texan gentlemanly manner ... she was so impressed with my firm handshake that she hired me and told me why ... ironically, the good ole boy network saved my ass from her almost immediately though ... now even though I told her at the time that I was in the Texas Army National Guard and that in three weeks I had a drill weekend she wanted to fire me when I couldn't work that weekend due to the drill (it was out of town so it wasn't simply a matter of coming in afterwards) ... well, that's where the good old Texas boys chime in with ... you can't do that and to be honest, I don't think they gave a fuck that it was against the law ... they just supported what I was doing ... Texas having somewhat of a history with it's own militia. I stuck it out there until November '86 when I joined the Navy and got the fuck out of Dodge or in this case for anyone anal out there ... Corpus Christi, Texas. My first tour in the Navy was on board the USS JOHN L. HALL (FFG 32) as the assistant legal officer. While on board visited Bermuda (1), Fort Lauderdale (2), Puerto Rico (3), Guatanomo Bay, Cuba (1), Carricou (1), Barbados (1), St. Thomas (1), New Orleans (1 yr. in shipyard), Scotland (1), Spain (6), France (2), Italy (4), and Israel (1). Reached the all encompassing height of E-5 ... Petty Officer Second Class ... obtained the qualification (before it became mandatory) of Enlisted Surface Warfare and received the Navy Achievement Medal for my exceptional service. I reenlisted and subsequently transferred to the Pentagon to fill a position on the Chief of Naval Operations staff, December '90. Worked on coordinating congressional requests for information ... not your mom and pop wants to know why junior was thrown out, but why doesn't the Navy want another Seawolf Submarine ... what's the stats of a Harpoon missile, how many enlisted personnel are on welfare, etc. Also worked on the Secretary of the Navy and Chief of Naval Operations congressional briefing books which they used to prepare for the yearly hearings before the House and Senate Appropriations Committees and the House and Senate Armed Services Committees. While assigned there I went to the University of Maryland University College at night and obtained a Bachelor of Science in Information Systems Management ... I'm currently working on a Master of Science in Management within the Information Systems track at the same. In September 1993, I learned of an opportunity with PRC Inc., and was able to get an early out in order to except a position with them. Thus I began my current career as a Defense Contractor ... Beltway Bandit ... my first position was supporting the Space and Electronic Warfare Systems Command (SPAWAR) in the Information Warfare areas. Was working away the live long day all fat, dumb, and happy until September 1997 when they (SPAWAR) moved to San Diego, California ... I declined all invitations to come with them ... including a deputy position which would have brought a nice pay increase, but then I don't really do this for the money anyway ... took a position as the web master for the N6 Copernicus web site of the Space, Information Warfare, Command and Control Directorate of the Office of the Chief of Naval Operations. That lasted ... oh, about two months ... then I was asked to take over the support position to the Naval and Joint Mission Planning efforts of the Command and Control Division of the same overall Directorate ... where I have remained through the present. Currently, we are in the middle of the budget negotiations for the 2001 fiscal year ... briefing the various admirals as well as the appropriate congressional staffers. By the way, if you haven't guessed ... I live in the Washington DC Metro area. What else? Hhmmm ... well, here's the latest personal ad that I've placed: "In school, were you ever bad just to get a spanking? Not that you didn't fear it, but there was also a strange fascination with it too ... an anticipation ... and once your bottom received it's just reward ... were you just little more than appropriately excited? Or maybe you weren't bold enough to get into trouble, but you were jealous of those who did. If you've ever fantasized about being the naughty schoolgirl who gets her panties pulled down for a bare handed spanking then a time-out in the corner with your panties still around your ankles and your skirt hiked up around your waist in order to best display your rosy bottom ... I can be your coach, the school headmaster, or your priest. You'll pay your penance with your bare bottom with either my hand, paddle, riding crop, cane, belt, hair brush, etc., according to your desires. I am a firm and gentle Dom seeking to administer spankings to female bottoms in the DC metro area. Safe, sane, consensual and your discretion is assured. If you are ready to do more than fantasize about it and are a single or married female (with permission of course), 18 years or older, respond now with any specific questions or requirements." ... this is the latest poem that I wrote: A Perfection of Darkness Moon glow settles low Over a warm lake Heated by its southern locale No loons call But for local boys Out joyriding In their fathers' Fords The water shimmies And wiggles Under the evening breeze Warping the moon Into a dream Of wavy light Nothing wakes in the dark Except for the feeders Out for midnight snacks Little Debbie's of minnows And saw grass Providing the salad bar An unimpeachable silence Continually breaks to the sounds Of night life I shift in my sleep But don't let go As my dreams drift Under that shimmering moonlight Swing dancing to a gator's cry And just wondering why ... just wondering why Oh and there's the poem that some have called my signature piece: Piss and Vinegar When I'm old and gray, I wanna wear leather. Tanned from the hide of an ancient bull. The one that ended a Matador's day. Retired to some green field to stud the heifers and sire an army of steak. I want it dyed black as midnight with no stars buckling it. A tough second skin for my old bag of bones, to protect and warm 'till my dying day. I'll travel with my posse of geriatric thugs making day rooms quiver with the sound and fury of our younger days filled with piss and vinegar. And I'll date that old lady wearing purple . . . ... and of course my tribute to my grandfather: An Empty Place There's an empty place Where there wasn't before An empty, wooden chair At a small kitchen table Near the west coast Of old central Florida That remains pushed in At each and every meal There's an empty place Where my grandfather sat Facing my grandmother In their custom built home His unused garage bare Now she can sit and watch All the sunsets unhindered With him no longer there There's an empty place Where a wise elder Sat each and every day No answers come from A cold, empty chair No plate or setting Is ever placed, just A hint of Old Spice Remains in the air Earl Anthony Dauer Nov 27, 1919 -- Jan 15, 1996 ***** I did hear about the list from Jeremy on GenTalk1 ... I am not here to revolt ... for that matter, I no longer subscribe to GenTalk1. That is all ... be safe out there ... volente Deo, Anthony Dauer The Poeticus Furor Café http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/4640/ Writers-cafe: A place to share your work or just to chat with other writers about anything. http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/writers-cafe Practice random acts of Xeroxing ...