https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter en-us Podomatic RSS Generator Wed, 20 Apr 2022 12:51:36 +0000 Copyright 2022 Mongo Mail Eric Mongo Robbins Episodic false no https://hqhunter.podomatic.com/images/default/M-3000.png https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter Mongo Mail Notes and meandering wry-means from my life. https://hqhunter.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-06T14_25_18-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2008-05-06T14_25_18-07_00 Tue, 06 May 2008 21:25:18 +0000 2022-04-19 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2008-05-06T14_25_18-07_00 Mongo Mail 2008,entrepreneurship,howtoconserve.com,may,startupcamp 5504 false 1 Goto HowToConserve.com for more comprehensive notes on this event. -Mongo Goto HowToConserve.com for more comprehensive notes on this event. -Mongo https://hqhunter.podomatic.com/entry/2007-02-05T13_47_05-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2007-02-05T13_47_05-08_00 Mon, 05 Feb 2007 21:47:05 +0000 2022-04-19 2013-12-04 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2007-02-05T13_47_05-08_00 Mongo Mail 235 false 2 Some accidental tourist misjudged a polk-green uturn, finding himself facing this author sipping his Americano under pitched café canopy. If this unfortunate autobug didn’t act quickly, he was about to taste the wrath of…HONK cried the first car on the scene, a Porsche, the driver donning tan leather driving gloves and J-loaded sunglasses. This autobug may have had a chance to finish his turn had he not been flustered by the… HONK-HONK swore the Porsche guy. And in that instance, our poor little tourista released the clutch and sank the engine, finding himself wedged in now by both traffic directions two cars deep, completely awry of the traffic flow, and unable to move. Now I was minding my own, out of doors under great big cotton ball gray san francisco skies punctuated with the occasional visit from the sun. And I was having that Ria moment when the sun speaks out and you’re not sure when it’s going to stop talking so you point your face to the sky and stop to listen unperturbed and you pray undisturbed….HONK-HONK-HOOOOOOOOOOOONK! My german auto mechanic once told me he never worked on porsches…Porsche owners he said. Now I hate to stereotype. Some of my best friends have porsches and there’s no need for those amends among friends. But this guy was starting to get on my…HOOOOONK! Without thought, my pitching arm seized the $2 americano half-n-half sugar bomb and, winding up far behind my right ear, was ready for the first pitch. I eyed my potential strike zones – the windshield would punctuate my displeasure nicely. Perhaps a glancing shot off the roof? Then I saw the open window…and the cute redhead riding shotgun. Poor girl. Pimp rides and fat bank accounts are a strong aphrodisiac. HONK-HONK-HONK-HONK-HONK-HONK-HONK! This dude needed a nice lukewarm lattee in the teeth. The red head be damned! I cocked the hammer on my caffeinated fastball and no sooner had I made the decision to let fly, his eyes me mine, glowering, focused, pure evil. I lowered my pitching arm slightly and fell into a more relaxed posture. The passenger window rolled up. Maybe there’s a gentle man there after all or maybe he doesn’t want to mess the leather. Either way, he’s mouthing something unintelligible to Red and has rested his left hand on the door handle, a subtle threat. With my eyes still fixed on his, I motioned my invitation to the dance, mouthing something unintelligible of my own. “Your car is ugly and your breath smells of onions,” was about all I could muster. And he bites…game on. By now the traffic has thinned a little. No new cars enter the Polk street parking lot and those on the ends were finding freedom in reverse. Soon our autobug would be free. But thinking without time, Mr. Porsche continued on through his motions and it occurred to me I was about to be presented with the perfect opportunity to caffeinate his face without inconveniencing the lovely Red. The moment of transfer was coming, that point where his eyes left mine for those few crucial seconds while the door ajars, his feet hit the pavement, and his head rises over the roof horizon, breaking his stare long enough for me to launch a perfectly placed strike upon his….HONK! Waking from my daydream, I scanned the street to find no Porsche, no autobug and no Red. Only a Land Rover in their stead with a cute…HONK! Some accidental tourist misjudged a polk-green uturn, finding himself facing this author sipping ... https://hqhunter.podomatic.com/entry/2006-05-04T14_04_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-04T14_04_36-07_00 Thu, 04 May 2006 21:04:36 +0000 2022-04-19 2013-12-04 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-04T14_04_36-07_00 Mongo Mail prosetry 31 false 3 throat stinging of mexican shine sipped under greasy neon-lit reflections. dull beat thumping, thumping, humping my mind peace like an oversexed chihuahua. will it ever stop? Sanely, I walk out, out among the gristle and chop of the mission - 16th and Valencia - and find my way to a bar where punkgoth meets irish wake amidst a near suffocating haze of sweat and american spirit. throat stinging of mexican shine sipped under greasy neon-lit reflections. dull beat thumping... https://hqhunter.podomatic.com/entry/2006-05-04T00_51_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-04T00_51_56-07_00 Thu, 04 May 2006 07:51:56 +0000 2022-04-19 2013-12-04 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-04T00_51_56-07_00 Mongo Mail prosetry 58 false 4 Sunset arrival - no hope for a room, except the one above that crappy inland bar we were so lucky to find. 4 am rooster roars and choruses of wailing hounds, protecting master from dark schemes. You and I huddled close with eyes barely shuttered by restless lids, hoping for another sunrise, with bellies still percolating irish coffee and starlight enchiladas. And it does so we swim among the lazy morning hammock bears and snarling beach dogs trading time for scraps. Chalets peaking through split palms. Tent cities waxing and waning with the surf report – wave dogs cued for release, salty cracker gulps and, oh, one more ride. Fisherman leashed to the sea by waking hunger. And we’re hungry too. Sunset arrival - no hope for a room, except the one above that crappy inland bar we were so lucky... https://hqhunter.podomatic.com/entry/2006-05-04T00_45_25-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-04T00_45_25-07_00 Thu, 04 May 2006 07:45:25 +0000 2022-04-19 2013-12-04 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-04T00_45_25-07_00 Mongo Mail prosetry 41 false 5  Brown pigeon circling line after line, spooked into flight by unseen needs, not like the others - you chase the same dreams with unequal opportunity, clawed in flight, pecked on deck you wait patience out for a better rhyme, a better reason for your efforts to be gray-like or is it survival only in your gray pigeon world? Rooster-crow nightmares - bound and disabled from flights of fancy alone or worse yet, among friends. You slip away conciousness to gentle coos - a mother's warm breast - and sustained, you climb again.  Brown pigeon circling line after line, spooked into flight by unseen needs, not like the others ... https://hqhunter.podomatic.com/entry/2006-05-04T00_24_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-04T00_24_41-07_00 Thu, 04 May 2006 07:24:41 +0000 2022-04-19 2013-12-04 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-04T00_24_41-07_00 Mongo Mail poetry 44 false 6  Tonight! Baton down your hatch-ed city dome the tempest rattles slick below your sill and between the seams of happy homes, without invitation or effort, uprooting naked buds and tall oaks alike, without the mind peace sold in cozy bubble-wrap suburban dreams with foundations unquestioned. There is no wrought iron safe keeping Nor cuddled Pinkerton to insure amens But equal chaos in the skinny, fat districts, and the fat-skinny too. This is city living, chaotic San Francisco, on the abysmal edge of water and wind and nothing  Tonight! Baton down your hatch-ed city dome the tempest rattles slick below your sill and betw... https://hqhunter.podomatic.com/entry/2006-05-03T16_31_29-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-03T16_31_29-07_00 Wed, 03 May 2006 23:31:29 +0000 2022-04-19 2013-12-04 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/hqhunter/episodes/2006-05-03T16_31_29-07_00 Mongo Mail 62 false 7