I was going to say: " I've got a twenty dollar bill for the first commenter to correctly identify what the following are:
Snowshoes, Tom and Jerry, Say Old Man, Sally Johnson, Tugboat, Apple Blossom and Done Gone"-- But I'm not gonna do that, because now we have Google and anyone can google these strings of symbols and come up with the right answer.
So simple now to do so many things, due to the deep and wide power of the internet and of computers in general. Lots of silly boring stuff is done with a click of the mouse now, right? That's what pooters are for, right?
Not all vays......
Oddly two hotshots, flown in from San Fran I think, with laptops were unable to come anywhere near mixing a single vocal mic and a piano mic in a hotshot new restaurant in N Austin last night. They messed with the settings for 4 hours. In the last hour we graduated from a low rumbling noise (a low D flattish thing) finally to a more recognizable high end feedback. It was awesome. Don't eat there. The people were un-beautiful, however VI they may be thought to P. The shrimp were less than awesome, though huge. I scampered quickly once the gig was over.
When will folks in service industries realize that the paradigm for service is sexual prostitution? The hooker MUST ask right off "So what is it I can do that you will like." And make the offer have some verisimilitude. Not that I would know anything about that. First hand I mean. And when the service situation is a large party, the goal is to make EVERYBODY smile.
Even the lowly piano player. I smiled on my way out.
Other fiddle tune names of note: Hotfoot, Whoa Mule, General Garfield's March
The list is endless. A lot of people say they all sound the same, and indeed they would have last night at that party. Low and D flattish.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
In Ertia
We all know that expression: “I think she’s just a couple quarts low…” There are others. Similar. I can’t think of any. “Not playing with a full deck.” That’s one.
I drove from Buda to Las Vegas NM today. It was hell getting out of Austin. I actually turned around a mile out of Bee Caves to try another way (290). Still made it here in 11 hours.
And when I stopped for gas on the north side of Lubbock, I checked the oil. There was none on the stick. ! I added 2 quarts. Then there was some on the stick. Thing is, the car was rockin down the road just smooth as the breeze. Other than the xmas lite-like display of dash indicators, that old luxury sedan (it’s NOT old for a Volvo) does a fine job. And the display is nice if you like xmas.
We never know if we’re a quart or two low unless we check. And we have to have a functional dipstick. And we pretty much have to STOP DRIVING in order to check.
And in some realms, on some subjects, THERE ARE NO DIPSTICKS and THERE IS NO ACCEPTABLE FLUID LEVEL. There is just life, joyous, happy, free, I have a headache and funerals are getting numerous.
I just checked my face out in a mirror. Should have used a dipstick. Frightening.
The kid in the Golden Corral (perfectly done broccoli you doubters) in Abilene asked me if I was a senior citizen. I asked “What the f___ is that supposed to mean?” “60, I think” sez he. “No, I’m not 60, Mr TARD!” Actually all of this was very cordial, and I note that the cost of the GC buffet is 2 bucks lower in Abilene than in Austin. And I’m just 2 years shy of 60…
Are we sensing a 2 less/2 low theme developing here? No.
Jen called me on the cell a few miles futher up 84 to thank me for everything, so I kicked the cruise off and got a ticket from a lady cop who learned Faded Love from Bob Wills’ son. Is this possible?
Both insurance cards were expired. I will send the judge money. Probably about $200.
We never know. Really. We just do the best we can. And we do so by definition.
A criminal who makes a decision to commit a crime is doing the best he can. He looked in the mirror. There was no dipstick. He robbed the bank. Then he bought a car.
Later he spent time in a correctional institution.
God was watching over him.
Even when he hanged himself or whatever. I remind you, perfect broccoli -- In Abilene, on a buffet on senior citizens day.
2 much.
Pulled into this motel where Ez and I stayed 6 years ago, and the same old bearded NM guy said yup they had one room left, a smoking queen. I remarked that some guys would kill for one of those. The guy took my 60 bucks.
His free wireless internet is a couple bars low.
Guess I’ll go away now. Might come back later.
If you love somebody, cherish them. Do not test them. Hold them. Kiss them. They are probably reliable old sedans.
I drove from Buda to Las Vegas NM today. It was hell getting out of Austin. I actually turned around a mile out of Bee Caves to try another way (290). Still made it here in 11 hours.
And when I stopped for gas on the north side of Lubbock, I checked the oil. There was none on the stick. ! I added 2 quarts. Then there was some on the stick. Thing is, the car was rockin down the road just smooth as the breeze. Other than the xmas lite-like display of dash indicators, that old luxury sedan (it’s NOT old for a Volvo) does a fine job. And the display is nice if you like xmas.
We never know if we’re a quart or two low unless we check. And we have to have a functional dipstick. And we pretty much have to STOP DRIVING in order to check.
And in some realms, on some subjects, THERE ARE NO DIPSTICKS and THERE IS NO ACCEPTABLE FLUID LEVEL. There is just life, joyous, happy, free, I have a headache and funerals are getting numerous.
I just checked my face out in a mirror. Should have used a dipstick. Frightening.
The kid in the Golden Corral (perfectly done broccoli you doubters) in Abilene asked me if I was a senior citizen. I asked “What the f___ is that supposed to mean?” “60, I think” sez he. “No, I’m not 60, Mr TARD!” Actually all of this was very cordial, and I note that the cost of the GC buffet is 2 bucks lower in Abilene than in Austin. And I’m just 2 years shy of 60…
Are we sensing a 2 less/2 low theme developing here? No.
Jen called me on the cell a few miles futher up 84 to thank me for everything, so I kicked the cruise off and got a ticket from a lady cop who learned Faded Love from Bob Wills’ son. Is this possible?
Both insurance cards were expired. I will send the judge money. Probably about $200.
We never know. Really. We just do the best we can. And we do so by definition.
A criminal who makes a decision to commit a crime is doing the best he can. He looked in the mirror. There was no dipstick. He robbed the bank. Then he bought a car.
Later he spent time in a correctional institution.
God was watching over him.
Even when he hanged himself or whatever. I remind you, perfect broccoli -- In Abilene, on a buffet on senior citizens day.
2 much.
Pulled into this motel where Ez and I stayed 6 years ago, and the same old bearded NM guy said yup they had one room left, a smoking queen. I remarked that some guys would kill for one of those. The guy took my 60 bucks.
His free wireless internet is a couple bars low.
Guess I’ll go away now. Might come back later.
If you love somebody, cherish them. Do not test them. Hold them. Kiss them. They are probably reliable old sedans.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Wicked Peed Ya
Marriage is an interpersonal relationship with governmental, social, or religious recognition, usually intimate and sexual, and often created as a contract, or through civil process. Civil marriage is the legal concept of marriage.
The most frequently occurring form of marriage unites a man and a woman as husband and wife.
The reasons people marry vary, but usually include one or more of the following: legal, social and economic stability; the formation of a family unit; procreation and the education and nurturing of children; legitimizing sexual relations; public declaration of love
In the criminal law, theft (also known as stealing) is the illegal taking of another person's property without that person's freely-given consent. As a term, it is used as shorthand for all major crimes against property, encompassing offences such as burglary, embezzlement, larceny, looting, robbery, mugging, trespassing, shoplifting, intrusion, fraud (theft by deception) and sometimes criminal conversion.
Someone who carries out an act of or makes a career of theft is known as a "thief"
Love is a constellation of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection or profound oneness. The meaning of love varies relative to context. Romantic love is seen as an ineffable feeling of intense attraction shared in passionate or intimate attraction and intimate interpersonal and sexual relationship
Supper is the name for the evening meal in some dialects of English - ordinarily the last meal of the day, usually the meal that comes after dinner.
The term is derived from the French souper, which is still used for this meal in Canadian French and sometimes in Belgian French. It is related to soup. It is also related to the German word for soup, Suppe
Alone can refer to:
▪ Solitude
▪ Alone (2007 film), a 2007 Thai horror film
The most frequently occurring form of marriage unites a man and a woman as husband and wife.
The reasons people marry vary, but usually include one or more of the following: legal, social and economic stability; the formation of a family unit; procreation and the education and nurturing of children; legitimizing sexual relations; public declaration of love
In the criminal law, theft (also known as stealing) is the illegal taking of another person's property without that person's freely-given consent. As a term, it is used as shorthand for all major crimes against property, encompassing offences such as burglary, embezzlement, larceny, looting, robbery, mugging, trespassing, shoplifting, intrusion, fraud (theft by deception) and sometimes criminal conversion.
Someone who carries out an act of or makes a career of theft is known as a "thief"
Love is a constellation of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection or profound oneness. The meaning of love varies relative to context. Romantic love is seen as an ineffable feeling of intense attraction shared in passionate or intimate attraction and intimate interpersonal and sexual relationship
Supper is the name for the evening meal in some dialects of English - ordinarily the last meal of the day, usually the meal that comes after dinner.
The term is derived from the French souper, which is still used for this meal in Canadian French and sometimes in Belgian French. It is related to soup. It is also related to the German word for soup, Suppe
Alone can refer to:
▪ Solitude
▪ Alone (2007 film), a 2007 Thai horror film
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Titanic
Just a quick post to let my many readers know I'm considering dismantling this blog. I am full of crap most of the time, plus my writing has not been so good lately. So.....
if I don't get a clamour of "Noooooooooooooo!," I'm gonna end this silly portion (nook, cranny, crevice) of my life on September 14, 2007.
Thereafter you can contact my thought world via telephone.
yours,
the management
if I don't get a clamour of "Noooooooooooooo!," I'm gonna end this silly portion (nook, cranny, crevice) of my life on September 14, 2007.
Thereafter you can contact my thought world via telephone.
yours,
the management
Monday, September 10, 2007
Love vrs. Death
I admire, love, my yoga teacher. She never fails to pull me up and over a bit -- where I feel I need to go. And I feel better always,
But the last two times, she has referred to the inevitablity of death. And the uniqueness. That Death is the only really certain thing. Count on it.
But no. Death is illusion. It is wrapped in a shroud of Time. It is translucent and alternately dark and light. I am fond of saying "I have never died, it is unprecedented!" Death is the end of something perhaps. But it is not the end of Life....It is suspect, unclear, nebulous. Thusfar, there has always been life after each death.
Love is certain and continuous. And the feeling of love is the unique truth. I can give love with no thought that it be returned, that anything be returned to me. I can love and be lonely, and be filled. With love.
I am so tired now, but all my loved ones are welcome to my renewable energy. It will be back. No need even to ask. I won't pay your rent, but I will listen if you have a story or a question. If you have a vision, I will hope to see it too. And I require nothing, though I may be occasionally weak and sad, needy then. It passes. You are perfect and I love you. And I look forward to seeing you again soon.
But I will not die if I do not. I will see a car, a flower, a scorpion. All beautiful and loveable.
The silly book about "habits of higly effective people" paints them as unconditional lovers. I'm goin with that.
And some tea. And I do not have to be effective. Not right now. I can even make mistakes, but never in love I think.
All humans are love at their core.
Not bullshit. Not ones and zeros.
But the last two times, she has referred to the inevitablity of death. And the uniqueness. That Death is the only really certain thing. Count on it.
But no. Death is illusion. It is wrapped in a shroud of Time. It is translucent and alternately dark and light. I am fond of saying "I have never died, it is unprecedented!" Death is the end of something perhaps. But it is not the end of Life....It is suspect, unclear, nebulous. Thusfar, there has always been life after each death.
Love is certain and continuous. And the feeling of love is the unique truth. I can give love with no thought that it be returned, that anything be returned to me. I can love and be lonely, and be filled. With love.
I am so tired now, but all my loved ones are welcome to my renewable energy. It will be back. No need even to ask. I won't pay your rent, but I will listen if you have a story or a question. If you have a vision, I will hope to see it too. And I require nothing, though I may be occasionally weak and sad, needy then. It passes. You are perfect and I love you. And I look forward to seeing you again soon.
But I will not die if I do not. I will see a car, a flower, a scorpion. All beautiful and loveable.
The silly book about "habits of higly effective people" paints them as unconditional lovers. I'm goin with that.
And some tea. And I do not have to be effective. Not right now. I can even make mistakes, but never in love I think.
All humans are love at their core.
Not bullshit. Not ones and zeros.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Rant for my teacher
Secret “work” journal, as in Step work? Or (other extreme) deleterious bulimia. Or just chit-chat. Or just chit.
Things that are good or would make me better.
Speaking Spanish.
Being content if not downright grateful to feel serene/human/happy just to be breathing.
Being reliably motivated without pharmacy visits. And by something other than Fear of failure.
Motivated: To work. To practice. To write. To “help others.” (that nebulous phantasmic God does it anyway dimwit thing).
dfzOk33yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuyyjujh[‘]
122f,QA65QB 0N-/’P:
That was written by Zohey (as in Franny and....), aka Miley, Aka Tazza, Devil Girl, Snooze Hound.
The reality. Days are strange. I need help. I am ill. Nothing really really satisifies me. What a great week at work! And now I am celebrating by eating bread and butter. Stale bread but not rancid butter. Par-tay!!!!!!
Perhaps. Just perhaps there are some worthwhile satisfying things, potential such things:
Sex: ? messy, messy, and somewhat messy.
Nice food. Silly and time consuming.
A hockey game. Loud.
Nose picking. Dangerous, bloody.
Driving fast. So what.
“Being there for others.” That old chestnut…accompanied by the other: you can’t give away what you don’t have.
I am supposed to just be satisfied with sobriety today, and do a little work towards self-love and build a relationship with Gawd (who loves me unconditionally) and figure out what I REALLY WANT from the steps of AA, and why I seem to so want to hurt myself and those I love. But I'm not doing much today, and I'm lonesome and a bit pissy....However...>>!
Contrary to popular talk, I do not have an anger problem. I’m quite normal with anger. Competitive, yes. Approval seeking, yes. Angry. O sure, a little.
But no more than you are. Probably quite a bit less.
Because of my philosophy training. I take the long view.
Rage problem, another matter, but I have been working on it, improving for a long time. I haven’t hit anybody or thrown anything for years now.
I usually pause when agitated.
Just please, when will the obsession be removed? When will I stop missing my friends. The little leprechaun friends?
I have stopped intermittently. They don’t care.
They still like ME! So what though. They have bad taste. Walk, a personality, talk, a personality....etc. And no, not.
Blog blog blog.
Too many deaths, too many suicides. Think I’ll stay up all night and watch the dogs be weird. Zo likes me for some reason. Maybe it’s ‘cause I’m f__in’ cool.
Things that are good or would make me better.
Speaking Spanish.
Being content if not downright grateful to feel serene/human/happy just to be breathing.
Being reliably motivated without pharmacy visits. And by something other than Fear of failure.
Motivated: To work. To practice. To write. To “help others.” (that nebulous phantasmic God does it anyway dimwit thing).
dfzOk33yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuyyjujh[‘]
122f,QA65QB 0N-/’P:
That was written by Zohey (as in Franny and....), aka Miley, Aka Tazza, Devil Girl, Snooze Hound.
The reality. Days are strange. I need help. I am ill. Nothing really really satisifies me. What a great week at work! And now I am celebrating by eating bread and butter. Stale bread but not rancid butter. Par-tay!!!!!!
Perhaps. Just perhaps there are some worthwhile satisfying things, potential such things:
Sex: ? messy, messy, and somewhat messy.
Nice food. Silly and time consuming.
A hockey game. Loud.
Nose picking. Dangerous, bloody.
Driving fast. So what.
“Being there for others.” That old chestnut…accompanied by the other: you can’t give away what you don’t have.
I am supposed to just be satisfied with sobriety today, and do a little work towards self-love and build a relationship with Gawd (who loves me unconditionally) and figure out what I REALLY WANT from the steps of AA, and why I seem to so want to hurt myself and those I love. But I'm not doing much today, and I'm lonesome and a bit pissy....However...>>!
Contrary to popular talk, I do not have an anger problem. I’m quite normal with anger. Competitive, yes. Approval seeking, yes. Angry. O sure, a little.
But no more than you are. Probably quite a bit less.
Because of my philosophy training. I take the long view.
Rage problem, another matter, but I have been working on it, improving for a long time. I haven’t hit anybody or thrown anything for years now.
I usually pause when agitated.
Just please, when will the obsession be removed? When will I stop missing my friends. The little leprechaun friends?
I have stopped intermittently. They don’t care.
They still like ME! So what though. They have bad taste. Walk, a personality, talk, a personality....etc. And no, not.
Blog blog blog.
Too many deaths, too many suicides. Think I’ll stay up all night and watch the dogs be weird. Zo likes me for some reason. Maybe it’s ‘cause I’m f__in’ cool.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
FYI
further info for yearners
just in case, I want to post this, a url where a demo of the song I wrote can be heard -- nice singer, Dan D, and he did it as a favor for me -- which does not prove he likes me. But he seems like a like-minded guy. A very keen guy, especially for an east texas guy. And I played piano, and I played it in a pristine just-tuned state. The first high c of the intro was the very first note played after the tuning. I think. I actually can't monitor all activity at the studio. Gotta sleep sometime. Especially if I eat some potato chips or fritos:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=194226637
(Our Love is Real) whatever that means.
This tune is not innocuous, nor is its intended audience, nor its author. This tune is real.
just in case, I want to post this, a url where a demo of the song I wrote can be heard -- nice singer, Dan D, and he did it as a favor for me -- which does not prove he likes me. But he seems like a like-minded guy. A very keen guy, especially for an east texas guy. And I played piano, and I played it in a pristine just-tuned state. The first high c of the intro was the very first note played after the tuning. I think. I actually can't monitor all activity at the studio. Gotta sleep sometime. Especially if I eat some potato chips or fritos:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=194226637
(Our Love is Real) whatever that means.
This tune is not innocuous, nor is its intended audience, nor its author. This tune is real.
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