May 27, 1998  Chain Saw Digest

This Digest is rated NP for No Parents. They have been removed from the
list, and if you feel any inkling of fear please delete NOW.

Some of you know that I have a lumpy head already but I've acquired a
few new ones. I think that they are bug bites. Not to complain about them
again. I noticed that a few took my bug ravings as a need for sympathy,
or less bug wishes, or even a calling to merely discuss bugs. Vanessa knew
just what it was about. It was a need to rant and rave. Vanessa in
response commented on the wrinklyness of my brain. All of the fun of
being up here alone is living in your mind and cherishing your bug
paranoia, and any other whacked out ideas that come along. Really the
only news for this digest is one particular idea.

So I decided to cut up these trees that we had taken down, with the
chain saw. Chain sawing is always and entertaining pastime.  So I'm
sawing along and it occurs to me that I am reminded of something. Now
this thought is totally out of the blue. Chain sawing of a log, likely to
bind, is something like, if not uncannily like, in my humble experience,
not that I ever would, using the pull out method of birth control when
having sex. There is that certain tension, where you know that maybe you
are doing something stupid, but you are doing it anyway. Of course the
motivation to go through with the procedure is completely different. The
tension build as you get deeper in the uhh... 'Log'. And you build a
heightened awareness and sensitivity to just that moment. That moment you
know is coming and you have to be ready for, but you have to wait right
until the end. ANd then it comes, that little pinch, you feel at the tip
of your saw, and you have to pull it out right then, Not one more rock.
Not one more rock or you could face the possibility of getting your saw
out of real bind.

There was something more about what else using the chain saw too long is
like, but maybe you can use your imaginations since I am running out of
log on time.

AS Ness says, My brain is wrinkly, and I say I have no intention of
ironing, or dusting for that matter.

Michael