Ray Halliday Provides Fruit to Friends!

My friends, as you know, are terrific. I got to eat with them last night and they were all great. I was in charge of dessert and martinis. As you can guess, I picked fruit. I made fruits with whipped cream. It was good. I was worried, though. I wanted mangos and pineapple and bananas. But when I went to look, all I could find was some rock hard mangos, and then a couple of way-past-their prime mangos. So, the mangos were going to be iffy, I knew, and I had to prepare myself for the possibility of just serving my friends pineapples and bananas. This was fine, I told myself, they will still care for me, and it was and they did and they do.

As you can see, I've really got not too much to say that's interesting about my life except for the food I eat, and the tension and drama that surrounds it. Also, those way-past-their-prime mangos turned out to be way-past-their-prime avocados.

*sigh* I guess...

Ray Halliday: Soon to be Covered in Flies!

A mango of ridiculous juiceosity. Do I need to say more? Deliciousity as well. But, c'mon. You know how mangoes can get!

I tried washing off some at the sink, but I think I have been covered too thoroughly. It went down my hands, over my wrists, down my sleeves past my armpits. It reached down under my shirt and hit my shoulders, back, sides and stomach. Reached into my pants and went down into my underwear and my legs. I tried the sink with soap and water but I'll be damned if I'm taking an extra shower because of a mango. I run this world, fruit, not you!

I will let you know how things turn out. I predict flies.


Still, the stubborn price standoff with me and pineapple rages on. I have plans that call for the pineapple this weekend, so my hand may be forced. Who handles the economy? It's them who run the world, not me or fruit. We are all pawns.

Thank you for your time. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.

Heart-Shaped Blog, Plus Something Else If I Can Remember!

I am, at the moment, unremembering what else it was that I wanted to say.

But, I do remember the one thing I wanted to say about all the love that all the people showed me in the way of offering me money to send me to see my folks. That was super-nice of all of you and it warmed my heart. It was kind of embarrassing, too, a little. I want you to know, honestly, that that was not the response I was looking for. And I did send a nice letter to my folks quite similar to the one I put here last time, but without the money woes. I do not want them offering me money either. My point is that everybody I know is super-nice and I am lucky to know them. Thank you all.

Oh, here's the other thing. The pineapple picture from above is from weeks ago. I have not found a satisfactory pine' at a satisfactory price in a while. I have not given up hope.

I hope you all haven't either.

with love...


Now, please return to your day.

Another Film by Ray Halliday

This is just a rough draft. But you guys get the idea. It's about flowers.

Anyway, I have this letter to my parents that seems hard to write, so I thought I would write it privately here, and see what you guys thought of it before sending it out.

Dear Mom and Dad (that's what I call them)

I want you to understand something that has been on my mind for the last few years. I very much regret moving away from the two of you (and my sister, I forget her name at the moment). I did not think that moving so far away would have such bad consequences. Don't get me wrong, I've got a nice life out here in California and I would not want to trade it. But, I did not think I would be so stuck out here. I honestly thought I would have made enough money to take a trip out to see you at least once a year or something. I wish we could have known each other better and spent more time together. It would have been nice, I think, to really get to know each other as adults. I believe we would have had some nice times. I still keep my eyes peeled for ways to see you more and even possibly, at some point, move back out your way. Unfortunately, I do not feel that time is on our side. I regret that, too.

Anyway, I wanted to let you know.

yer son,

Ray


What do you guys think?


P.S.

I like pineapples, I think they are a good fruit.

This Blog May Be in Trouble!

I was at the grocery store yesterday and they had these teeny pineapples for $4.99!

$4.99!

Do pineapples have a season? Is the season over?

I am up in the arms.


Please enjoy the rest of your day.

Write-a-Thon, plus whatever happened to Jeff Dembowski?

Do you guys remember Jeff Dembowski? He was almost like a regular over at the tuna blog, but then he disappeared.

Jeff!


Jeff!


Nothing.


Today I am doing this Write-a-Thon thing, and I want you to pledge money. It is to help children write. You don't want to get in on that? The information is here: http://www.826valencia.org/news/007835

You can pledge online and everything. Just make sure you use my name, Ray Halliday. Pledge today, tomorrow. If you pledge, I will share with you everything I "produce" today, even if it is embarrassing. Maybe especially.

Let me know if you have any questions.

Sincerely,

Ray Halliday
(helpful author)

Ray Halliday: Enthusiasms

As most of you know, I have lost my enthusiasm for almost everything, and have a hard time doing or wanting to do much of anything. Not so with pineapple, mostly. As most of you know I am pretty much of a pineapple purist and find messing with it (grilling, juicing or putting it in drinks) somewhat disappointing.

Yesterday I went to see They Might Be Giants, who I love. I got to see my friend Dominic play in the opening band and I was amazed to see how well he projects his rock and roll attitude way, way out into the bleachers. It was neat to see! But I couldn't help, during the whole show, thinking about how I was pretty claustrophobic and far away. *sigh*

Still, I try and try. Today, it almost seems like summer in San Francisco. Amazing! You could smell grass and leaves on the morning air. So I am going to try and go to the library and then out to golden gate park to see the Impressionists. I hope they will wake me up a little.

Also, I put a bunch of vanilla yogurt over my pineapple this morning. It seems like a very "kid" breakfast to have. But it was so great that it made me wish it was tomorrow already. Plus, I am listening to Phil Ochs, and I'm finding it hard to break away to get my day started.

Who said I'm not enthusiastic about stuff?