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Wednesday, January 30, 2008
SwitzerlandRed and white. Neutral. Like Canada with less beer. That's where my guitar is flying away to.
I was in Switzerland for about 2 hours in 1999. I did not see any children on snow sleds smuggling
gold bricks past the SS. I did not see Heidi. But I did see the sun shining on grapes
and on happy old men in vegetable gardens.
Good-Bye Gipsy King. I promise I'll visit.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Monkey Girl
7:09 pm
Friday, January 25, 2008
GUESS WHICH DVD ARRIVED FROM EBAY TODAY!!!!
I've wanted to see this since I first heard about it in 1987. Down to the store goes I for a split of champagne
and some Lays Orginal to enjoy with this 4.2 hour extravaganza. Over twenty years, folks, I've
been waiting to see this. TWENTY YEARS!!! Better make that a split and a half.
7:29 pm
Currently At 12,700 Points!
12:48 pm
Monday, January 21, 2008
Pinkie's Alive!!! Pinkie's Alive!!!Pinkie's very much alive and well, she just called from Cabo to say she's having a ball and may have just
met her 7th husband. I re-checked the obits and it was Pinkie LaGrue of Seattle - a millner, part-time home brewer and
mother of ten who recently passed on - not my Pinkie! With deepest regrets to the Seattle LaGrues of
course, I rejoice in my Pinkie's existence.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Effects
6:31 pm
Friday, January 18, 2008
Pinkie LaRueIt is with very heavy heart and even heavier eyelids that I tell you that my friend, Miss Pinkie LaRue
of Bar Harbour ME, has passed from this earthly realm to the NW 114th Sectant of Upper Heaven, where all piano
players go to reap their never-ending glory. Just imagine her and Mel up there now making beautiful music together,
waiting for me to join in on my banjmonica. Good-Bye Pinkie. I'll miss you forever.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Stouffers Frozen Tuna And Noodle DinnersThe thing about Stouffers frozen tuna and noodle dinners is they're all fun and games until someone puts
an eye out with the microwave door. Or the electricity gets chopped and all the crab legs thaw and rot. Then whaddya
gonna do? Stock up on tinned stew? What if the can opener goes missing? What if there's a massive war
and the supermarkets all run out of everything? Wouldn't you be glad then you'd spent that $400 on bottled water,
powdered milk, cornmeal, beans and salt-pork rather than that new i-phone? What if you put all your eggs in one
wheat crop basket and locusts descend? Ah, but you're probably the type whose got enough food and firewood laid in for
a year. Anyway, I'm going to sell my Cordoba guitar on eBay and spend exactly half the proceeds on beef jerky
and dried prunes and the other half on more guitar lessons and a glycolic facial peel.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Field Trip
7:33 pm
Been Four Days Since I PostedI'll put something up soon, I promise.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The Softer Side Of Kung Fu
10:19 pm
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
The Moments, on the other hand, spin the straw of Lonesome Hours into gold
3:27 pm
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Don't Tell Anyone But...yesterday I skipped merrily from the house knowing full well I had on one midnight blue sock and one
black one.
Friday, January 4, 2008
PlasticIt was such a marvel and glory, the Queen Mary's hand-rails were made of it. Didn't it gleam.
Wasn't it a wonder. Better than gold. So its melted globules seeped slowly into everything. Oozed
down the sides of hand-hewn water buckets onto seedling rows of peas, carrots, cabbages, sweet potatoes and
pumpkins. Flowed through log cabins into gophers' holes. Smothered buttercups. Caked
it's remnants onto the rings of Saturn. And the children played with it. Boats and bats molded from it.
Dolls and tea sets and beach buckets. Shoes even. Shoes of this oil byproduct that's still a stubborn
root of a shopping bag after snows of more than 80 winters. Marvel. Progress. Ever
closer to a pinnacle that man kids himself he will one day reach. But the marvel is a puke now, a shame on the
high prairie where once spring was sweet and fresh as the first butter churned from the tenderest of early Julys.
A Taste Of HeavenAll I want is a taste of heaven. An ocean's arms and an angel's blessing. All I want is a taste
of heaven. A taste of heaven in you.
Nah.
Back to the olde writers garret
(Where I munch organic carrots.)
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Eyes On The Prize
11:24 am
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