Archive for June, 2006
ICBM
Posted by Lloyd Y. Asato | Filed under Poetics of Peet's
From the Presidential crapper to an ICBM. If you say each letter you get why I grouped it with the Air Force One pics, except I did not. The facilities were clean. These are the jokes people.
You live in Arizona, you visit missile bases. Presh waved to any Russian satellites that happened to be observing. Like I said, loopy blurry week.
112
Posted by Lloyd Y. Asato | Filed under Poetics of Peet's
I cannot explain what 112 degrees feels like. The sun hurts your skin. It feels as if it is burning, crisping. I did not burst into flames, but then again I did not stay out too long. The aircon on the car does not cool it down enough. The radio blasts extreme heat warnings. We head to Payson but get lost cause I head up the 17 instead of the 87. Blurry.
Today, it all catches up to me.
Posted by Lloyd Y. Asato | Filed under Poetics of Peet's
It is 108 degrees. I get to the freeway at 6ish. Today, is set-up for the freeway ribbon cutting. I am glad I went to the Uni. I am glad I learned to read. I am glad that municipalities hire planners, cause it is hot outside.
Insert polar bear joke here.
Tables are set. Porta-potties are set. Everything is in place. Then it happens…