urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_ kup_ kup_ 2006-10-31T04:31:37Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:4692 2006-10-31T04:31:37Z 2006-10-31T04:31:37Z <img src="http://www.tkinter.smig.net/Chicago/InjunSummer/Images/InjunSummerB.jpg"> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:4410 2006-10-31T04:28:18Z 2006-10-31T04:28:18Z <img src="http://www.tkinter.smig.net/Chicago/InjunSummer/Images/InjunSummerA.jpg"><br /><br />INJUN SUMMER<br />John T. McCutcheon<br />Chicago Tribune<br />September 30, 1907<br /><br />Yep, sonny this is sure enough Injun summer. Don't know what that is, I reckon, do you? Well, that's when all the homesick Injuns come back to play; You know, a long time ago, long afore yer granddaddy was born even, there used to be heaps of Injuns around here—thousands—millions, I reckon, far as that's concerned. Reg'lar sure 'nough Injuns—none o' yer cigar store Injuns, not much. They wuz all around here—right here where you're standin'.<br /><br />Don't be skeered—hain't none around here now, leastways no live ones. They been gone this many a year.<br /><br />They all went away and died, so they ain't no more left.<br /><br />But every year, 'long about now, they all come back, leastways their sperrits do. They're here now. You can see 'em off across the fields. Look real hard. See that kind o' hazy misty look out yonder? Well, them's Injuns—Injun sperrits marchin' along an' dancin' in the sunlight. That's what makes that kind o' haze that's everywhere—it's jest the sperrits of the Injuns all come back. They're all around us now.<br /><br />See off yonder; see them tepees? They kind o' look like corn shocks from here, but them's Injun tents, sure as you're a foot high. See 'em now? Sure, I knowed you could. Smell that smoky sort o' smell in the air? That's the campfires a-burnin' and their pipes a-goin'.<br /><br />Lots o' people say it's just leaves burnin', but it ain't. It's the campfires, an' th' Injuns are hoppin' 'round 'em t'beat the old Harry.<br /><br />You jest come out here tonight when the moon is hangin' over the hill off yonder an' the harvest fields is all swimmin' in the moonlight, an' you can see the Injuns and the tepees jest as plain as kin be. You can, eh? I knowed you would after a little while.<br /><br />Jever notice how the leaves turn red 'bout this time o' year? That's jest another sign o' redskins. That's when an old Injun sperrit gits tired dancin' an' goes up an' squats on a leaf t'rest. Why I kin hear 'em rustlin' an' whisper in' an' creepin' 'round among the leaves all the time; an' ever' once'n a while a leaf gives way under some fat old Injun ghost and comes floatin' down to the ground. See—here's one now. See how red it is? That's the war paint rubbed off'n an Injun ghost, sure's you're born.<br /><br />Purty soon all the Injuns'll go marchin' away agin, back to the happy huntin' ground, but next year you'll see 'em troopin' back—th' sky jest hazy with 'em and their campfires smolderin' away jest like they are now. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:4172 2006-04-14T14:58:17Z 2006-04-14T14:59:53Z <img src="http://shoeblogs.com/images/peeps.jpg"><br /><br />Hang out with my peeps...<br /><br /><img src="http://www.skyrush.com/joe/martini1_med.gif"><br /><br />Easter dinner and a good read...<br /><br /><img src="http://www.kindredlearning.com/images/LAMB.jpg"><br /><br />talk dirty to the butter lamb mold. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:3863 2006-04-12T19:35:51Z 2006-04-12T19:35:51Z Leftover Italian beefs, a new palm comb from the barber, a lime rickey and Buddy Greco on the hi fi...oh yeah! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:3675 2005-12-20T16:15:51Z 2005-12-20T16:15:51Z 12/20 800am egg nog enema #27<br />12/20 1000am golf with Chi Chi Rodriguez, Cog Hill<br />12/20 200pm hot toddies with Anne Jillian, Pump Room<br />12/20 400pm remove lawn chairs and milk crates from residential streets<br />12/20 700pm drop off lawn chairs and milk crates at Salvation Army<br />12/20 900pm decorate walker; martinis with Tom Skilling, Morton's<br />12/21 1000am Wiedbolt's; foot fixer, furnace filters, humidifier wicks<br />12/21 1100am pick up special holiday bare ass chaps from cleaners urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:3494 2005-11-30T16:24:56Z 2005-11-30T16:24:56Z Laying plastic wrap on the icey sidewalk and hiding behind the bushes waiting for old ladys to slip and fall.<br /><br />Waiting for patrons to leave Morton's and eating their leftovers.<br /><br />Declaring a round for the house at The Drake, then running away.<br /><br />Rummaging through my naughty Bozo and Cookie the Clown photos.<br /><br />Slipping spiked egg nog to the kids.<br /><br />Nude caroling.<br /><br />Dropping a fake chocolate Krugerrand in the Salvation Army bucket SLOWLY so the bell ringer exclaims, "Oh, thank you sir!" (applause)<br /><br />Walking the aisles at Field's real slow just to be in the way.<br /><br />$15 champagne.<br /><br />Stripping to warm glog and the Mitch Miller Christmas album.<br /><br />Clotheslining passerbys for wearing anything other than a red Santa hat.<br /><br />Purposely blocking the display windows at Field's.<br /><br />Throwing some lame bastard's baritone out into the street.<br /><br />Pulling out my custom made Mike Bilandic snow blower. <br /><br />This is Marshall Field's last Xmas...a moment of silence please.<br /><br />Peace and goodwill to you all! I must be off to the Walnut Room for lunch with Ann Jillian and Studs...ta ta. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:3086 2005-10-17T22:20:21Z 2005-10-17T22:20:21Z <img src="http://www.gotterdammerung.org/film/people/male/sweden/00006851.jpg"><br /><br />EVER SEE A SWEDE NAKED? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:3041 2005-10-17T22:02:02Z 2005-10-17T22:02:02Z 1. Snowbird - Anne Murray<br />2. Snowbird - Anne Murray<br />3. Snowbird - Anne Murray<br />4. Snowbird - Anne Murray<br />5. Snowbird - Anne Murray<br />6. Snowbird - Anne Murray<br />7. Snowbird - Anne Murray<br />8. Snowbird - Anne Murray<br />9. Feelings - Morris Albert<br />10. Snowbird - Anne Murray urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:2729 2005-08-21T06:10:50Z 2005-08-21T06:10:50Z Come and get your love! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:2463 2005-08-21T06:02:43Z 2005-08-21T06:30:38Z I hear they're really cracking down on crack users. I keep my crack in my diaper. Sometimes I stop at Arnies in my electric blue Viper. Anyway, enough about me.<br /><br />Word is that a certain someone is not happy that a distant beloved one is getting dissed. He's really pissed. Kup overheard from a little bird that time will heal those wounds; or a homeopathic dose of apathy. Or who cares? Is it warmer in the country as it is in the summer? These are surely the dog days. I keep a back-up of forehead wiper blades. From brow sweat to unwieldy toupee glue. I do it all for you. You big crazy son of a bitch city of broad shoulders.<br /><br />It seems that a certain someone...yes, Kup himself,(I'll speak in the fifth person as I please), copes with these dog days his own special way. I enjoyed a frozen grapefruit frappe with a certain Ghost of Tate. Ran into GOT at Lawry's last weekend. It got a little loose. A little too VO5 for my taste. Anyways, we finished off with mai tais at Trader Vic's. GOT is very down on the new Bewitched movie. He's also pissed with the LJ crowd, but refused to go into details. Something about getting pegged as a scotch head...not respected as the great actor he is, etc etc. Walking backwards away from GOT as he babbled, I managed to escape, but butt headed a boisterous Carol Burnett who was sharing a giant 2 straw scorpion with a certain saucy sea urchin...indeed, our own beloved Hoss Apathy. HA is working on a new film; an action / adventure on the life of Arnold Schoenberg. God luck to you HA. Good luck too. <br /><br />Well, I think I'll lurk over to the Pump Room and check for change in pay phones. Happy motoring.<br /><br />Kup OUT. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:2247 2005-07-13T15:22:08Z 2005-07-13T15:22:08Z I was having harvey wall-bangers with Toti Fields at The Walnut Room (you can get booze there, IF your in the know) and that boisterous little urchin known by few, Hoss Apathy, materialized on my shoulder. Yeah, I see him too, compliments of the hooch you see.<br /><br />HA: How do yous guys get around club to clubbin?...I never sees yas outside...ever!<br /><br />K: Hoss, don't you know Big Shoulders has a secret underground pneumatic tube system for Real Chicagoans? Bilandic put it in. <br /><br />HA: Get outta here! I'd know about dat, cause I'm a real Chicagoan.<br /><br />K: Not what I heard.<br /><br />(Toti orders another round)<br /><br />HA: Wha'd you hear?<br /><br />K: Hmmm...seems to me a certain someone told a certain myself you ate a hot dog with catsup at a certain Clark Street establishment.<br /><br />HA: LIES!!! I'm da real Chicago! Who told you dat?! I'll kick der asses! Some transplanted Cub Fan I bet! Was it Alison? Kaitlin? Tyler? Jen? Brent? I only knows them cause they buy me drinks at Cubby Bears. They like to hib with us real people, you know. Cleanses their white guilt. Their conspicuous consumptions. I go along with it for the free booze. Sometimes they'll spot me a Lucky. Now those finks ratted on me! They got me into the...you now...tomato based condiment on dogs. They bring dat with 'em from Sheboygan or wherever the hells they came whence. Dirty gennerfied stoolies! I'm outta here!<br /><br />(HA fades away)<br /><br />K: Toti!!! Easy ice!!! And I'll take your cherry! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:2039 2005-06-25T19:38:01Z 2005-06-25T19:38:01Z Where the hell did I put my rainbow toupee? It had the Miller Lite logo emblazoned on it. I had it in a sweater box along with my Miller Lite rainbow socks, my Miller Lite rainbow snuffbox, and my Miller Lite rainbow toilet brush. Some complain that Pride has lost it's soul to corporate sponsors. Hell, I love it! Free stuff? I'm there! I really go for the free condoms, business flyers, and Dum Dums. You used to have to search high and low for a gay plumbing and sewer service. Now all you have to do is stand along the curb and some yahoo in a Dr. Seuss hat will shove a flyer in your face. Such wonderful service! I don't know what all the grumbling is about. <br /><br />I was having a few grasshopppers with Rip Taylor at the Pump Room. He was bragging on and on about his big Pride bash this weekend. How a one Sal Mineo will surely be on hand. Perhaps to be hobnobbing with a one Paul Lynde, a Chas Laughton...oh, and Rock is always good for a late show. If you watch carefully you'll see me on one of the floats this Sunday. I'll be riding a giant topaz pinkie ring, courtesy of Butt Nut's Jewelry Emporium. Note my Miller Lite rainbow tennis balls on the bottom of my walker. I had dibs on riding the big Chipotle Burrito, but was roughhoused out of it by a one irate Bob Sirrot. It was hot! I don't mind sharing a float with Tom Skilling again, as long as he does'nt hit on me this time. Right now I have an appointment with Mr. Gigi to get my sides touched up. Then I'm going to get unwieldy this afternoon with pasta and bleu cheese!<br /><br />Watch your eyeballs! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:1745 2005-05-22T23:53:30Z 2005-05-22T23:53:30Z <img src="http://www.milechai.com/images4/fox_in_sox.gif"><br /><br />(hiccup)<br /><br />this sioux was a....a commie...maybe?<br />is that cyrillic?<br />pannonian?<br /><br />jasper...another lime rickey! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:1286 2005-04-24T16:56:54Z 2005-04-24T16:56:54Z Kup here, reporting to you live from the main square of Szekeshfehervar, Hungary. I'm a little unclear why they sent me here. I forgot to ask what I was supposed to be covering. But it's a beautiful day here, so let's enjoy it. I have a bottle of tokaji and a big Hungarian salami which I'm going to enjoy in the park. His name is Laszlo. <br /><br />I remember many a late night evening of carousing the town with the lovely Gabor sisters. Good times. The memories come flooding back. By the fountain I used to park my bicycle with the broken chain. It never worked too well, but it was all I had. That and my sucking stones. The sisters wanted to take me in. They wanted to help me. I really did not care one way or the other. But I thought it would make them feel better, so I went along with it. As long as I had my bike and sucking stones I knew I would be well. I have now lost all perception of time. Days, weeks, months...all interchangeable. I rely on the seasons and the moon, but for no particular reason. Maybe in case something significant does happen; a gauge by which I can convey to someone when that thing happened in case I have to speak to somebody. I worry though that I cannot speak. I have not spoken to a person in many months, or has it been years? Or weeks? <br /><br /><a href="http://www.szekesfehervar.hu/en/page.php?id=500">http://www.szekesfehervar.hu/en/page.php?id=500</a><br /><br />Editor's Apology, (in Magyar-English): May we graciously bring your attention to our deepest apology on behalf of this publication. Mr. Kup has obviously once again retreated to his Samuel Beckett world. We may kindly redeliver you to Kup's Corner once this error has been cured. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:1148 2005-03-31T04:41:32Z 2005-03-31T04:46:58Z We all have to cut back a little these days with the economic downturn. My building's lobby stopped waxing and buffing the lobby floor. As a result, I'm wearing out tennis balls more frequently on my walker. I guess some of us have to carry the burden more than others. Thank God I'm tough. Well, tomorrow is friday, so I'll be feeding my jackals their weekly treat of raw liver. <br /><br />I'll be hanging out at The Exchequer tomorrow afternoon having highballs with The Captain. Drop by and say hi! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:821 2005-03-24T17:29:11Z 2005-03-24T17:29:11Z AMF all! I'm going to meet Ann Jillian at Artist's for lunch! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:532 2005-03-24T15:56:40Z 2005-03-24T15:56:40Z It was overheard at a certain TCBRU in Plano Texas last week that many of the goatees sported about by bear attendees were actually fake. A certain someone informed me that the event was crashed by a rowdy mob of disguised smooth baby-faced chubs sporting bear attire. The gang, who call themselves Hell's Cherubs, threatened the docile bear attendees with shaving accessories. Several bears (in tears) were injured and taken to nearby hospitals. Whoa...it's the Mods versus the Rockers all over again folks! How does the U.K. continually manage to export their violent ways over the pond despite our Homeland Security's best efforts?!<br /><br />Kup OUT.<br /><br />p.s.<br />Support Our Troops! <br /><br />Who watched 10 Commandments the other night? I did...nude. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kup_:274 2005-03-24T02:48:51Z 2005-03-24T02:48:51Z Whew boy! Can I stink up a bathroom!