Friday, August 09, 2002
Ok, so from what I've seen these weblog things have loads of links in them, so here's one: True Porn Clerk Stories. Now I know what you're thinking, but it is, if anything, anti-porn (and not anti- as in puritan-no-porn-anywhere sort of thing, but sort of the opposite of porn). I'm not sure if this is true or extraordinarily clever fiction, but either way it is both hilarious and really well written, documenting the continuing adventures of a thirtysomething clerk at the canonical video rental joint with a porn section in the basement.

Thursday, August 08, 2002
Went out with my neighbor, Frederick, to hunt some marmots today.

Frederick's wife seems under the impression that the marmots have been organizing themselves in a fashion never before seen in these, or any, parts. Maggie says that it's the fault of a complete encirclement of their habitat -- as large as that is -- thanks to the recent completion of suburban development in the neighboring county. New strip-mine just twenty miles distant that's just ramped up production, too. Says they've been scampering in a new pattern, one she can't for the life of her decipher, or explain, but says seeing it frightens the daylights out of her, and that its the definite sign of an emerging and pissed-off intelligence.

I seen 'em myself today. Seeing them reminded me of the feeling I get when I see something of the pattern of the natural world: something perfect and complex, and so huge that you can only see the tinyest peak of it.

Our only recourse is to blow the little fuckers away, though.

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

How I came to be named "Gruntwilligar T. Honkenoffski"

I know that oftentimes folk'll ask me about my name -- since it's so unusual I'd be guessing that it'll confugle most folk. Well so I guess I'll relay the story of how I got my name.

My mother and father were originally from western Lithuania, in a smallish town where they mined gypsum salts. My father was originally called Lazlo Herfonskí, and his success as a shrewd but extremely successful mine manager led him (somewhat suspiciously) to move to the United States in search of a new dream in the early 1950's. I have some reason to believe that he was running away from something in Lithuania, but he was always silent on the subject.

Lazlo always told me about the story -- usually after a glass or two of vodka, almost invariably on Friday night -- about his experience in moving to the United States. His arrival at Ellis Island saw him scoffing at the Statue of Liberty, at the softness of his new American countrymen. The naturalization officer assigned to my mother and father was, my father told me oftentimes, a dreadful man by the name of Herbert Peter Knutt. Lester (as my father's new name would be) spoke of him with contempt, for it was he that dubbed my family with the name "Honkenoffski", something Mr. Knutt found was an amusing way to relieve himself of his professional duties.

Lester Honkenoffski said that Herbert Knutt didn't get fired for that offence, however, or for the long string of similar replacement names he doled out to those coming off the boat. Generations of Americans are now living with names that had made a clerk snicker, once.

It must have been my father's penchant for doing to others what had been done to him, or his unique ability to so completely work his way into a pattern of narrowing downward spirals, that led to my given name: Gruntwilligar Taft Honkenoffski. My mother had died giving birth to me, so it was his decision alone to dub me thus.

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