Born:
In France, in Lille, France, October 2nd, 1964.
Wild ass is slaughtered and turned into sausage to celebrate afore mentioned nativity. Quadruped’s name not recorded, as it is, sadly, so often the case.
I shared this date, but not the sausage, with Mahatma Ghandi, Sting, Charlie Chaplin and umpteen other bitches.
Important dates:
Summer 1970: Buggers first goat as rite of passage in Milaria; a leper colony bathed several hundred nautical miles in the Mediterranean sea. Goat is subsequently butchered and polished off by villagers in bacchanalian feast reminiscent of Pliny the Elder: A roman historian whose claim to fame was his pyroclastic entombment in Pompei; not to be confused by the ” Pyro-Classics”, Virgil’s first poem -a four books lyrical odyssey, ostensibly about farming, which he wrote during the terrible civil war following Julius Caesar’s untimely death in the BCE (that’s hip hop, for Before Cameos Existed).
1968 to 1979: Suffers the wrath of God in numerous Jesuit schools but survives with personality cult unscathed, besides his being easily medicated and plagued by minor neuroses. Psychosis avoided by vacationing with fairy grandparents, herds of Bovidae, honey bees and like minded urchins, in pastoral mountainous ranges.
1979: Ships to the United states as wretched human freight in container ship from Le Havre, France, to Brooklyn shipyards; escapes from said metal crates with mini blow torches, like creme brulée.
High School in Millbrook, New York.
Enjoyed Physics, Biology and rearranging ice flows on frozen Hudson in failed attempts to communicate with clouds that looked like Cricetinae.
Became very cross country runner, masturbation a must. Great loss of DNA.
English language bastarded(sic); further DNA disbanded.
Continued Education:
Skidmore College.
BS in Art History.
Class of 1986.
Graduated Magma Cum Laude, but dem bitches did not award for these prizes, so close, but no cigar for thy golfing breaches, triple niners, Jane…!
Magma cum MaryJane. I’d like to thank the Otis elevator company for providing me with a safe and secure place to smoke between classes. “Je voudrai m’excuser aupres des handicapés”.
Failed philosophy twice, some photography classes….
Graduate with a rounded 1.7 GPA; I tried to rise above the fray but subsequent corporate sponsorships to the Otis elevator company conflicted with regularly scheduled classes.
Ate large amounts of cream of wheat; cause: no money. It’s nutritious and nourishious.
Bring water to a boil, dump in stomach size lump of creams of wheat, cook until good enough to consummate, flavor with glucose heaps, eat grits 3 times a day. Ruminate.
Lived in the back of the woods in turquoise 1978 VW van but sometimes parked on school property. Showered irregularly.
Employment:
1986-1993
Managing Editor.
Ax(e) Grinding Quarterly: A Journal dedicated to the use of hand-held implements used for felling trees or chopping wood.
1993-1993 and a half:
Publius Ovidius Naso biannual festival coordinator and CEO:
Duties included discussing Ebonics with or without Bernard Henry Lévy, french philosopher and noted intellectual. Often referred today as BHL, Lévy was born in Béni-Saf, Algeria on 5 November 1949. He became part of a group of French intellectuals who were disenchanted with communist and socialist responses to the near revolutionary upheavals in the France of May 1968. It articulated a fierce and uncompromising moral critique of Marxist and socialist dogmas, years prior to the collapse of the Soviet Union.
Frequent and often epistemological arguments lead to a palace coup and to his forced removal as Chairman and CEO of Publius Ovidius Naso.
Publius Ovidius Naso filed for bankruptcy in 1994 under a cloud of suspicious financial wrong doings, money laundering, and naive realism; itself a phenomenalist aberration rooted in empirical relativism.
1993 and a half- 1995
Special economic adviser and compliant side kick to his Majesty King Taufa’ahau™ (since 1965). The Friendly Republic of Tonga™.
Duties included shouting down Samoans, berating Tahitians and belittling those fools on Easter Island. Could have gone as far as deriding the “Good People of the Galapagos”™ but there is some kind of sanctuary there, crawling with leaf eaters. Adroitly advised the King to stick to bipeds, a euphemism, of course.
My position was terminated after a vicious, all out, tropical food and flotsam fight during Sunday service at ”Our Lady of Perpetual Desalination”. Wrongfully convicted, I was subsequently and mercilessly set adrift on a jute raft from Nuku’alofa as punishment for my crimes, but was picked up by a drunken Russian freighter plying the Cook Islands, trawling for signs of desperation.
Due to their severe inhibriation I was mistakenly identified for a wahine but once again managed to escape their advances by boarding a nearby Korean shrimp farmer. Those years with “The Traveling Gypseas” finally paid off as I became their favorite and only, pet monkey; a perfect leap into the unknown but a brilliant career move.
1995-2001
Executive Pet Monkey to the Korean Ship farmer ” Atlantic Platypus”, a semi-aquatic bottom trawler with Liberian plates.
Duties included, pretending to be a coconut, peeling plantains, curling both lips to reveal a set of comedic brown teeth, massaging a wary crew with Omega threes, collecting algae for the tender, which housed a magnificent exclusive spa and Vegan retreat. Other duties included translating “in screeches”™ what the lookout thought he was spotting, far off on the horizon, the apparent line that separates earth from sky, the line that divides all visible directions into two categories: those that intersect the Earth’s surface, and those that do not; as well as delivering much needed supplies and sundries to Hazaras, gauchely marooned, long ago on Christmas island†(unfortunately, the irony was mostly lost on our mostly Buddhist Kampuchean crew).
2001-Present
Managing Editor: ”Punjabi Represent”™,The Cole Valley Middle Aged Men’s Secret Society Magazine.
Duties include: Mixing bleach with ammonia, reaching for the sky, trampling underfoot and marching with penguins.
Special Skills:
Using agricultural metaphors in political speeches for the advancement of the hard of hearing and the Bisexual, Gay, Lesbian and Transgender community.
Making life deliberately hard for friends and family, so that they may redeem themselves through labor.
Legal latin. Try this at home: “Ab Initio, it should be said, that this is a good prima facie case for my decision to forgo said curriculum vitae”.
ass, gOt, boVidae, bee, hamsteR, shrImp, monkEy, aLgae, pigeon, penguIn
the gays say thanks for your support in their advancement
I have so much more respect for you now……………..penguins?
Darrell- Are you DaHaLe, sounds a bit like Da-Ha-rHle, don’t it….
Ax Grinding quarterly is never on eBay when I have that kind of $$$$