Sunday, June 2, 2013


So, I wish I did not listen to the weather report. I think my laundry would be dry already.
So, because I did not see any of my basil coming up I went out & picked up a few plants. Today they went into their bed; an extension of the garden was added to accommodate. I figure that in a few years this'll be a formidable undertaking. As I am getting a few things done in the garden I espy some of the seeded basil emerging. Looks like a good year for some pesto.

W Cola drum circle take 1

One of the reasons that I am feeling more at home here.
There is a link. click on the header.

Sunday, May 26, 2013


Recently returned from a Northern visit. Had a very good one with a full schedule, sadly including some less than enjoyable travel time. Self inflicted wrong turn engendered stop and go crap through the DC zone. I also mourn my loss of cruise control.
The time with family and friends was great, highlighted with a memorable and historic gathering in Old Wethersfield. The list of good includes people, food, wine, music, singing, catching up, love and humor.
it also was the first of two catalysts (And Y specifically) to re-engaging here. The second was yesterday when I went to a book signing with a local poet (Cola SC) and had a nice discussion as well as picked up his publications.
No promises this time.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Ok so it's been just shy of a year. Hmmm. Do I bother?
I just stopped in to see if this was still up, was in the process of populating my favorites on this new PC. Ciao

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Saturday afternoon

Rye bread is rising and probably is in kneed. Spent lots of $ in the last two days. Brakes with a few extras... Thursday and tires with a few extras Friday. An expensive vacation. Actually began my taxes today but don't expect a completion this weekend. I will tend the bakery now.

the other one

This one is a bit smaller and I like it better. "Post-Lyricide Lament" I had to go download a photo editor. Went to and looked for free ones. PhotoScape seems adequate to my needs for what it is. Pics taken with my android phone outside with them hanging on the fence.


This is one of the two small works I am going to enter the Art Museum's local artist invitational. I need to fill out and get the entry stuff in soon. I titled this "Astral Incudebatable"

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

yes I am still here

The Doctor is on and I have finished a light dinner after a slightly shorter than typical workday. Did a small dabble on some art. I have hopes of getting two reasonably small works completed & framed in time to enter them in a show at the museum. Whether they are accepted is a whole 'nother matter. Some experience in creative pressure is needed anyway. That gives me less than one month to get it together. I need to find my camera in the meantime or get a hookup to tie my phone camera with the pc. When this comes together I will also post the pics here.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

craft project

Don't think I will ever do it but one of my old project thoughtforms has resurfaced and burst into my awareness like a big bubble. I have sketched once or twice a very rough cartoon of the project. A pillow set with (Version 1) five pillows & (V 2) three pillows: pieces that together form a dragon & have velcro to stabilize, the velcro can also stick back on itself to individuate.

Here you go, someone please run with this.


My new little plan here is to see if a tourrets syndrome scribed version is as cathartic as verbal expression.
So if I fucking swear here in this pile 'o shite example of a blog will I have a better discipline on my spoken word?

I have been loathe to express the vulgar here when I express with vocal vehemence. It must have something to do with the time between thought and expression.

Not much of a fucking rant to be sure. If it shows a hint of therapeutic application I will explore it further.

And by the way " Have a Fucking Great New Year!"

Saturday, December 17, 2011

it must be now

I am feeling out of sync with time and seasons and calendric influences. Procrastinating as usual which means I have a more heaped plate tomorrow than I will probably complete. Sad and slightly unfocused. A friend passed away yesterday, and less than two weeks ago another, mom's passing was a year ago yesterday, (you will pick up on the lack of focus here) don't know why but the youTube stuff would not show up here as it ought to, went to my work Christmas get together but did not stay long, played a few games to disappear in, called my family as they were doing their (sorry I did not make it again this year) Christmas get together... It is later in the day than I thought and it cheers me that my tiredness is not simply the stuff of mourning. Was going to put a Loudon Wainwright III tune hear as I was catalyzed by a FB friend's posting of a few, mine was to be Prince Hal's Dirge.
Sorry that I missed the NJ T. family when I called today. S.T. posted a very cute photo album video set to the Talking Heads, I'm going to go to bed soon and discontinue this stream.
Peace all (in and out of form)

Sunday, December 11, 2011

hmmm we'll see

I want to post a play-list but don't see a way to do it:
nope no way

Couldn't do it on FB either
guess I' just have to resort to other sharings

Friday, November 11, 2011

a tough week

It's been a tough week and I guess it hasn't been a very inspired month as that's how much time has swept by since I scratched here.
Been down with the blues and a cold including the coughing all week. Found out that I pretty much used up my allowance of call in sick days until next August. More specifically July 31st. So, I had better stay healthy.

Monday, October 10, 2011

balafon blues

So Saturday I brought my balafon to the drum circle after having made an apparently not good enough fix to the broken key. As that alludes yes I re-broke it. Put a damper on the festivities but only a small one. I am still happy to have participated.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

unexpectedly long weekend

I wasn't feeling so hot but decided to go to Saluda Shoals Park for a short visit to the art fest on Sunday after not even making it to the drumming on Friday I thought a bit of freash air would be theraputic. Not too exciting in the art department but a very nice venue and I got to see Lucky play a set. Spent a short time with him and R. then meandered through the park. I did not feel much better when the gloaming began but was snugly ensconced in front of the TV by then. When I woke the next morn I was feeling light headed and disturbed in my GI tract so I called out of work. I called out again this AM even though I could have toughed it out. So I did manage to get my laundry done today and am now watching the movie Thor. I hope you all had a better weekend.

Saturday, September 17, 2011


A vivid synaptic fireworking dance within my brainpan. Not that there is any direct verbal component. The last sip of coffee for the day it lingering it's echoes on my pallet. A few conversations and the sun is past vertical. Just a brief touch in here and back to the mundane tasks and creative throughput that will move my person through this weekend a bit farther or could I say further. Hmm, shades of the Merry Pranksters. Be well.

Friday, September 9, 2011

the next Friday

So the drum circle moved to Saturday for the next few weeks and I have finally settled back down in front of this keyboard.

Back a couple of posts ... and I will attempt to toss down a few house preference thoughts.

Space, space, space, location , location, location.

comfortable sized master bedroom preferably with full bath; walk in closet would be nice
guest bedroom
large industrial or country kitchen could have pantry, island, side by side fridge, prefer gas stove or flat top with convection oven, dishwasher, two or three bay sink, decent counters and counter space, cabinets, but mostly large and updateable if it lacks.
if the kitchen is not eat in then a dining room
living room, parlor, great room
media room
studio preferably with a half bath or I could convert a bar area or something like that
washer dryer room

multi family or real affordable or over a retail or industrial space

an old church, library or missile silo or perhaps a mill

leaning more towards an urban area

Friday, September 2, 2011


So, I feel like a fucking ass tonight, as I was just moments away from my driveway and I realized that my new 'droid that I still am figuring out how to use is sitting on my desk at work. No phone calls tonight.
I will suck it up and drive in tomorrow to retrive it.
Not the weekend drive I would have planned.
I have NPR on waiting on the next show. David Bromberg is to be on World Cafe with his band to give us a taste of his new album.

Here's hoping you have not mirrored my ommision.

Monday, August 29, 2011


So, MTV VMAs are streaming on the pc as I begin to thread some linguistic patchwork.
I was impressed with Laddy GaGa.
Just finished replying to a BD wish & returning the same simultaneously.

One statement made in that missive was that I would use this little medium to help focus my desires in home-ownership.

I have some other communications that are demanding my presence; but, that is a survey post in the imaging process that will bring some foundation footings before long.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

pro, procrastination

So, if they were to give out awards for procrastination I'm in. If I could bother to apply that is.
Yep, I didn't go and get my drivers license in SC yet. This must be the third scheduled day that I just couldn't bother.
I sat here and played some retro pc games and went shopping.
May whatever you need in motivation motorise you.

Sunday, August 7, 2011


Friday I was surprised to have a visit from my favorite family from MA. and just in time to celebrate Z's fifth Birthday. We had a good stroll through the local zoo/botanical gardens yesterday with a pleasant lunch before they headed off for D's job in Al.

I hope that A & D will share some of the pics as I did not bring a camera.


So recently aka Trent mentioned that he missed the quotes I used to send out weekly; he is certainly not the first to share this sentiment.
I would have to recreate my recipient base and approach this from home as opposed to incorporating it into my job which had been quite different back when. I think I sent them out almost every week for over three years and I not only enjoyed the process but picked up some few gravid tidbits.

Although I enjoy the process it is not at the level to bring it back. Partially it is about time but also there are just too many things to engage me as well as I harbor a certain recuperative need to be lazy.

So, one little quote echoed by Will Wheaten often "Don't Be a Dick"

Sunday, July 31, 2011


Cooking day
Gonna try a fresh cherry coffee cake; stuffed mushrooms; multi-pepper casserole; swiss chard with elephant garlic and who knows what else.
Ripping some of my albums
Ending with some reading in Martin's latest installment of the Game of Thrones
Hope your world is wonderful

Saturday, July 30, 2011


Had a good long catch up with my "just returned from Barkina Faso" bud. Typhoid & other maladies precipitated the return.
Last night was a small drum circle but I had a great time as we ended with me finally catching a flurry on the balafon with just a couple of djembes and a small instrument percussive accompaniment. The primaries were not there nor was the dundunba.

Monday, July 25, 2011

just a quick note

96deg.F. @ 7PM; yep the heat wave has broken. More like sagged a little. A very short but refreshing cloud burst @ 2PM helped a fraction.
Seems that there is a minor exodus @ work with the about to open Amazon making inviting offers.

There was hebefrenic activity punctuating a slothful weekend and it felt good.


Tuesday, July 5, 2011

a hint

Hey you! My few readers. Please notice that there is a comment spot on each entry. I don't care if your comment is even related, prorated or sedated. There is a more likely probability that more would be forthcoming if there was some feedback (just like Jimi's guitar, or not) as I in my insular state often think that thinking itself is sufficient.

Monday, July 4, 2011

it's about frikkin' time

So, yes, I heard a cry from the wilderness (or at least a phone message from a rural area) that reflected my own thoughts recently. Although I feel I should spend some time here and express a bit; I shall simply place this itty note. Too much to get done before the sandman comes. It's America's (the USA) birthday and I worked today per usual. Not a bad day as I was actually doing the job I regularly do and it went well. But much around the home front to accomplish as I didn't spend time cooking over the weekend. So here is your few words and I shall return.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

utopian idea

I know there was a book I read that proposed the idea that I mentioned to my conservative politicking friend on his birthday last week. That being something along the lines of: how about if we split the GNP evenly between every legal citizen and freed up the need to work? a more complex and comprehensive idea, but, that is the gist. This must have struck a chord as I received an e-mail mentioning the craziness of this plan. Personally I think it would be awesome and even probable when the race matures; given survival and progress.
Yes, I am still an idealistic Utopianist despite my rough exterior.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

studio tour

Saturday; the vacation is winding down. Strange that I have more social calendar coming up than I had all week. Nice drum circle Friday eve; not stellar but pretty much what I was needing for a relaxed positive social active outlet. Today I visited and spent some time with a few local artists. I took the outlying area and picked three that had work I could relate to. The only drawback was the traffic when I started out. I pretty much had each artist to myself for a while and enjoyed each one and their respective work. D called me and is still trying to entice me back to the northlands. I will see him in July and see what's up with that.

Monday, May 16, 2011

vacation continued

So, it started off a little shy of my expectations. The hot water heater went out and I had a turrets punctuated shower this AM. I tried to remain positive or regain that sense after I dried off. When I was taking the garbage out I ran into the complex handyman and he fixed me up in less than an hour. I think the return to positive vibes was key to the timely fix.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

vacation time

Yes, yes, yes. I have begun a short period of time off from work. No, I do not have an agenda. Just going to relax and do a few local things. So far I have started my sauce for lasagna that I will make tomorrow. Yesterday I went out expecting to go to a farm/farmers market that was supposed to be enhanced with middle eastern fare; but, it was not at the address the net led me to. A bit of a disappointment to be sure. So, I swung back towards home with a few grocery type stops. Wold Market for some coffee & pesto, 14 Carrot for some Braggs, gluten and onion salted cashews with a small splurge on some organic dark chocolate with orange, then on to Publix for the basics. I will do a Goodwill drop off run, visit some local friends, write a letter and clean the house with a probable look at a potential rental in there too. I hope to feel much better about life and my expression of living as the week unfolds. I wish you a joyous week as well.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


Nothing really to say except that I have let almost a month of days slide past without a whisper.I've gotta wonder if mercury is retrograde. So, I looked it up and no it's not. Anyway the computer stuff has been glitchy today. I thought that it was just system stuff at work (which was considerable) but, I can't seem to get my video to play smoothly & this blogsapce has jumped a couple of times as well.
Seems to be a touch of good news for my dad after a prolonged batch of ailments. Not entirely what he had wanted to hear but some brightness just a couple of weeks before his 85th.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

weekend lethargy

I don't know what the hell is going on with my pc today, for chissake it's like I'm at work waiting for the systems to react. The internetty is just real unpredictable. Some sites reacting in perfect fluidity and others acting like I shouldn't bother them.
I did manage to spend an inordinate amount of time on Zillow checking out properties, not that I have any ability to manifest at this time; hell I can't even afford to take a decent vacation.
Which brings me to: how do I gracefully let my family know that I probably won't take a trip up north this year? Especially when they have been so great about putting aside their personal stuff to pitch in and take care of dad. Seems that it's been a pretty good thing as far as the connectivity ratio between them. I on the other hand can only send an atta-boy (girl) pat on the back from afar. So, I broached it. I don't know if any of my sibs actually bother to read this little web presence of mine. If so they are now notified of my thoughts concerning visits.

Sunday, April 3, 2011


I'll be damned. I just wrote a longer post than in a while and the damn thing went away.
Not feeling like repeating myself so just imagine that there really is some reading available here.

weird so this was written after the one above (after editing this one now shows on top). Seems there was some new editor update that I had to go and search around to find out. I guess we are good to go now.


Yes, another Sunday has rolled around and I am finally back at the keys. Finished my taxes yesterday except for mailing the state; seems when it's less than a full year you have to mail it.
I don't feel much like giving a family report as there is a lot of after surgery and hospitalization healing to be done from three different members. Just if it moves you send out a pretty emerald healing wave and we will wave back at you.
No not me as in needing healing but what the hell I could be better. I will wave back though I promise.
A lot of primarily African and roots playing. Put together a short sound track for Beth's upcoming art show. A group show of masks. So, there is a touch of New Orleans and Brazilian in the mix with a smattering of trance and George Benson's Masquerade.
Had some pre-reunion connects via facebook that should prove interesting in the near future.
And I hope you are doing well. Ciao.

Sunday, March 13, 2011


About to go do some cooking and clean up the kitchen. Will be contemplating the devastation old Mother Earth has been doing via the ring of fire. Also mortality and aging etc. since dad has been in a bad turn. Seems he is healing albeit slowly and has returned home after a couple of weeks in the hospital. It's great that most of my siblings are all chipping in with their time and energy to facilitate his process of recovery. Thanks y'all.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011


Finally making good on the Wednesday thing.
I'm tired and have been doing poorly at the tables. A little classical is playing on the net. Just finished watching MirrorMask by Gaiman for the second time. I did not remember that title when I ordered it but am glad to have seen it again.
Don't feel like reporting on the state of the family. It is not dire.

I don't know what they are playing but it is kinda Russian sounding to me, with a slight pastoral and gloaming quality.
Laundry is really beginning to stack up.
Small parade with a drumming representation this Saturday, my ankle isn't up to it, but I hope that there will still be a Friday night gathering on the riverwalk. I can manage the terrain this week probably without my balafon.

More lively music now. Bach I believe.

Have a nice one. ciao.

Sunday, February 27, 2011


Another Sunday, another coffee. Sittin' with my foot up ace-bandaged and ice-packed, still fighting the swelling and discomfort. Dad's in the hospital still and I can't even talk to him. He can't put his hearing aid in and cannot hear much of anything without them. This is a result of machine gun fire in WWII. Dishes are being run through the machine, bread is rising, trash is ready to go to the bin, toaster waffles with peanut butter have been consumed and Frostwire is taking over for the now in stasis Limewire. LaLupe is the present search target along with Lady Gaga and Esperanza Spalding, obviously I am not genre focused. About to hit the phone lines , so have a wonderful day.

Friday, February 18, 2011

inertia of rest

Long weekend with the plans abolished. Well not all of them. I did drop off my Explorer to get some work and assessment done. Yes, it did a) cost more than I had wanted, needed or planned & b) took much longer than ditto, ditto & ditto.
Left the garage yesterday morning and about half way home (nice weather, thought I could use the exercise) I twisted my ankle pretty bad; the last 1/2 mile was pretty slow, ungraceful and painful.
I did not do much on my mental list yesterday or today for that matter. Got the vehicle back around 13:45.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Saturday, January 15, 2011

we'll see

So, yes more than one Wednesday has passed; not keeping with my previous statement. But, really does anyone care? I don't seem to have much of a leash on coherent insights that can readily be transferred at the times I am here at the keys.

I am leaving this post open and going about my chores with a bit of alphabetical doodling punctuating my Saturday post noon post. (I'll be back!)

Some blusey jazz music is playing and I don't feel too much like expressing the mood, but I will continue to listen and feel.

So, what the fuck is the deal with time anyway?
Is it the slow ever marching bandit, laying detritus of decreptitude to linger and adhear to the once svelt exterior and burden the beast? Is it the fluid and malleable fourth dimension? Is being a time lord such a great thing? Just some hmmm; as the aging rhapsody of creaks and graons set in. Acknowledging that more stories are to be told than lived in this nexus.

gonna post this trashy litlle ramble and go do some creative cooking. More to the point, see what is in the freezer and see if it wants to be dinner.

Monday, January 3, 2011

new year

Happy New Year
I guess if I had blogged this a day or two ago it would have been smoother. This was not a very special day as work issues seemed to be ever-present on the heels of a sleep deprived night.

No, no resolutions, not that I didn't contemplate such.

I am going to try and input at least weekly this year. Wednesday is my target for regular jots.

More later.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas day

Merry Christmas
yep, it's Christmas day and I am home after traveling to CT to be with my family after the passing of my mom. We seemed to be able to have a lovely Christmas celebration even so. We were all ready and expectant of the spiritual release of mom from the skin and bone cage that was having a less and lesser grip on that splendid spirit I knew as mom.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

open letter

This is to thank the Columbia, SC area drumming community for a warm welcome and to say that last night's last jam of the year was great. I haven't availed myself of the offerings of this area very much but, I have found some warmth and the beginnings of friendship growing with some of you. So, thanks and may your holidays be special. Let's make some more joyful sounds in the coming year.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


It's pretty damn cold here for here. Gees but I dislike the cold. I have become pretty narrow in my temperature comfort range. Is this a regular thing as we get older or have I driven myself in this direction? Southern living, mindset and a strong shift from an out of doors type to a cage dweller. Those seem like pretty strong factors. I hope wherever you are that you find your comfort.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

first weekend in December

Great little drum circle last night. I've been stressed and bummed out, the state of mom is principle to this. So, I disappeared into the balafon for a great jam with some of the core. First really good Friday night in a while.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

November weekend

Thanksgiving has passed and I worked a short day Friday. I seem to be having some trouble with brittle making, which I remember having in the past as well. Tried to make some with splenda for dad, but that stuff is even harder to get to set without burning. The cashew brittle is okay but I have to work with a smaller deeper pan I think or else try the microwave version with a large glass measuring style bowl, the kind with a handle on it.

I think I may have some mild frustration with the whole holiday thing, doing these creative processes keeps me thinking about everyone...

I started this a while ago but the cable was unstable; wrote more but it wasn't able to save it

Sunday, November 14, 2010


Timeslip; closer to Thanksgiving and of course all of the days beyond.
Been mulling over the concept of a "Christmas letter" not to Santa but of the state of the person/family type. Maybe fictitious at the start and owning more as the words unfold. We shall see.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

a short string of basic american english

No real news, seems to be a more common thread in this my life's tapestry. Sometime that is not now I will indulge in some story telling from my personal past, no doubt transitioned into whatever version is still available in this less than crystalline ego.

There are a number of people that I do and have been thinking about and since I no longer enjoy the pen to paper scribbles that are my poor excuse for writing and I figure a modified expansion could be duplicated and without stealth included with a personal communication to travel to coordinates in space and time and be received by the intendeds.

A loaf of rye bread will be reported on during the course of this input. In this recipe cocoa powder and molasses were added to the rye and whole wheat flours.

Today is the third day of a four day weekend. I achieved relaxation. No, I didn't take that trip across the state line that I had considered. I have goofed off, primed a surface for painterly creative surface treatment, I have met some local artists, made an eye exam appointment and driven through previously unexplored local areas. I did not drum as the circle seems to be on hiatus while looking for an indoor venue to meet through the shorter days of the year.

I miss a number of people in my life but have not yet realized instant bi-location and have capitulated to the present reality.

I lean back, light a cigarette and see the reflections along the timestream and can glimpse only partial histories along the multitude of divergent pathways. There is the one where I didn't sell my house in Neptune Beach and the one where I stayed in (haha, fill in the blank).

It's probably time to reread the Liz Green book on Saturn return (I am definitely in my second).

Blues accompaniment: NRBQ, Robert Plant, Julie London, Phoebe Snow, Lou Rawls...
reload: Hot Tuna, Harry Chapin, Janis Joplin, Joe Walsh, John Lee Hooker...

I punched down the dough although it hadn't risen as much as I usually wait for. Seems to be rising slower than the wheat I often make. It's a bit cooler in the house than it has been (finally broke 70 outside) denser flours and thicker liquids must all contribute.

Dinner was leftovers but quite good, wish I had been motivated to make a salad. Turkey Italian sausage, oyster mushrooms, spinach and cheese tortellini, black olives, onion, multiple peppers (red, green, yellow, cubanelle) tomato sauce.

So, I don't know when I will upload and print this as the full belly slow down is upon me. Looks like some half nods in front of the tube and I will return either later this eve or tomorrow.

Well it's tomorrow by the previously stated, but of course it's today too.
Still into the blues for accompaniment
Joe Cocker, David Bromberg, Bonnie Raitt, JJ Cale, Keb Mo, Paul Butterfield...
I'm prepping a group for burning. Need some more soundtracks at work.

The bread came out good. A little altitude challenged but tasty none the less. That's the picture at the top.
Just finished Blackening some chicken, will use it in conjunction with bitter salad and blue cheese, mostly for this weeks lunches. Trying to get more fresh greens in me during the week.

Halloween, bad movies and the calendar turns another page.

Think that I'll make a few phone calls after I post this while I sort through some more tunes.

I wish you all well. Thanks for stopping by.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

about time

Yes it is. What, two months have slid by. I know, I know. I can't say that I really am motivated here, but I was feeling that the neglect was getting out of hand.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

noon, not high

Saturday noon has just passed this longitude and I am heading into the streets accompanied by G. on a visit from Maine. Last night's drum circle was nourishing. Hope things are well in your world.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

home again

A brief update.
I returned home from a nice trip to the Southern New England motherland and have returned to the work-a-day patterns that were not missed for the past 10 day. There is a storehouse of input that is certainly due. Nonetheless I will sign off with the intention of of fuller expression on my next visit.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

not much

Not much to report. Work is the same. Looking forward to a little time off and up to New England I go.

Saturday, August 14, 2010


I kinda feel like being belligerent just for the hell of it. No reason. I had a good time at the drum circle last night. The work week is over. Retirement is only about fifteen years away.

Sunday, August 8, 2010


Just cut my hair, it probably isn't much of a do, but 15 minutes and a pair of scissors was all it took.
Scones today, nice. Got the lunches set up for the first part of the week. Going to head to the kitchen make a light dinner, haddock I'm thinking. Looking forward to some time off in a few more weeks. Wish the best to all.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

okay, I'm back

So, no, it's not like I really have anything to say. I just feel that I've shortchanged the communicative aspect of myself. My other main communications are at work and via phone. The communion of drumming has been missing for a while as weather, a change in times (that I only recently found out about) and work have curtailed. So, not that I have an audience, but if you've been wondering; I'm fine, work has been on the tough side, still don't know where some of my art supplies are, although I have progressed a bit on a painting and I have been spending a bit too much time watching Netflix on line. I am trying to get a handle on Lost.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010


So, there I was, had the vehicle loaded with dirty laundry and ready to get something done, but no, I couldn't take the damn thing out of park. It has happened once or twice before and I just had to get a little harsh with it. Not this time, I had to watch as a tow truck rubbed a good deal of rubber or whatever off of the tires as she was dragged aboard. Now I am almost ready to call and see how much economic damage there will be. Glad I didn't spring for the glass tabletop I was thinking about for my pedestal base. This was sure not the post I had planned.


I write posts in my head all of the time and then I see that, hey, well they really never did make it here. Probably just as well. Some thought organizing that would be conveyable just isn't publishable. So, yep I'm into my fifth day in a row off from work. Haven't done a lot, but I did manage to toss around some paint. I haven't located my favorite knife and ended up purchasing a not quite right stand in. It's good to be engaged in the creative visual process although I am not feeling that the work in progress is moving anywhere in the neighborhood of excellence. thanks for stopping by and I will get back here later today.

Saturday, June 26, 2010


Almost. I am sufficiently on my way to a relaxed state that was requisite to feeling like a word flow deserved sharing. Soon come.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

cop out

Go ahead and read any old post you haven't before. I promise I will toss a few down next week. If you've read everything already, let me know, it may motivate me. Ciao

Sunday, June 20, 2010


Tired with not much to say. I did not forget about here. So, stay tuned, I expect to get back soon.

Monday, May 31, 2010

memorial day

Well I said I'd be back to tackle my stance on the big war, military, the world we presently seem to live in and their inter-relationships. But, I don't have the energy to form truly lucid patterns of thought as the emotional components and my mild weariness ask me to either hesitate or maximum truncate this big theme.

So, given that, I wish simply to say that I hold esteem in my heart and mind for all of the fallen, wounded from the many wars, police actions and training accidents through the ages, of all of those who entered in good consciousness and intention towards a peaceful culmination.

I'm sorry to say that I can't feel the same for any who contracted for greed, vengeance, unquestioned duty or out of a feeling of superiority. May forgiveness flow from the afflicted and may enlightenment burgeon in the hearts and minds of all.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

first entry on new pc

OK, so I got my emachine up and running. It has it's pluses and minuses. On the plus side: it seems pretty fast so far, it was not difficult to get going, there is a little spot to plug in my camera card, nice as I haven't yet found my patch cord. On the minus side: I don't have a free version of Microsoft Office, it's a 60 day then pay version, my printer cord has no female port, hopefully I can find an alternative, there is a work around even if that is not possible. The rest is yet to be discovered. Obviously the web is accessible, the sound system is functioning fine and I have a lot left to try.
Yesterday I commented on And y's FB post and caused a minor fuss from someone else. I sort of expected it might strike a chord and sure enough. So, I hope to expand s bit tomorrow as it's Memorial/Decoration Day and the gist is about war and peace.
Laundry is done for the week, a loaf of white and whole wheat with a touch of rosemary and olive oil is now in the oven, sweet potato chips have been fried, a mess of veggies a turkey smoked sausage and a granny smith are in various stages of becoming meals and I am going to post this and return to the kitchen.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

another saturday

So, I let slip by a weekend with an old friend, a memorial service that I did not attend for a friend's mother and a friend as well, my dad's birthday, a good drumming time, a bunch of crazy workdays and more without a single little peep recorded here.
I did get my new pc but this isn't it. Nope, no problem that I know of, just haven't put the time into setting it up. Maybe, just maybe I will get it set up before the next entry.

Thursday, May 20, 2010


I did get my refurbished pc but have yet to hook it up. trying to figure out what to keep from my old one as well as what will keep. Still don't know where my old disc set is. In a frakkin' box somewhere I'm sure.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

meanwhile back at the ranch

So, I introed this as I did since this is wow, the third scratch in a single day. OMG. Dad asked me about the quotes I sent out from work for three years or so, quite regularly and And y mentioned that he missed them on FB recently. They have been on my mind as well. Not only can I no longer send them out from work due to my load and non affiliation with the learning arena, but I don't have lunch at my desk either. That was usually when I would catch up on my vocabulary building and quote e-mail subscriptions, with some serious cutting and pasting as well as some origin searches. A full week of that usually generated a pretty solid quote pastiche. I must have archived some 200 of those types of e-mail at work without time to peruse. After I get my new pc and transmigrate from this one I'm thinking of signing up for all of those subscriptions to a new e-mail address specifically for such. When this comes to pass I will consider assembling some favorites from time to time and publishing them here.

same day

Not long since the last post. I actually have this urge to root around and find an old AOE game install it and play. Hmmm. You never know. I guess I'll see if this is still on me after some showering, shopping and phone calls.


Kinda sluggish Sunday just passing noon without a swish. So many things I'd like to see done and so little enthusiasm to get there. Seems that most of them require finding something that hasn't been unpacked, for instance, I have mostly cleared out the area for the easel but don't know where the hardware is. I did finally get the coffee table set up but have moved a few things in front of the little under stairs storage. I'll need to go shopping today and am putting it off until after the blue laws in this little berg allow for more than just grocery shopping. I miss my old buddy Aquataine. So, basically I'm in a slug mode. Had planned to jot some more entertaining and/or cathartic word flows but as you see this is merely a mundane chronicle.

Saturday, May 15, 2010


Another weekend has come along. The work week was still tough but tolerable with a few bright spots. Friday night drumming was low key but restorative.
I posted earlier about considerations of computer upgrading and one day when I opened my e-mail there was a link to mentioned in cheapskate tech news. I did. I clicked on it and since this was a 24 hr. only deal, ended up ordering a refurbished pc for under 325 delivered. I will have to report on it when it comes in.
I wish you all a wonderful weekend.

Monday, May 10, 2010


Uggh! Monday, another stellar work day. I got through it and have to wonder what ever happened to all of the metaphysical and spiritual expressions that were planned to be here now?

Sunday, May 9, 2010

happy mothers' day

Sunday, Mothers' Day, and yes I did make some progress around here. Another weekend like this and I will surely have at least one of my two art micro-studios set up. Looks like I'll have my keyboard ensconced and hooked into the pc; I hope that my software is still capable of interfacing. Been having a poor run on the poker tables. I'm down to a tourney that is presently on break. If I don't cash here it'll be time for a break. Of course, I will call Mom this PM which is pretty usual for Sunday anyway. Unless there are numerous visitors, I intend to read her one of the little Rudyard Kipling stories. The Elephant's Baby is my first choice. I hope y'all have a great day.

Saturday, May 8, 2010


Another weekend has tripped around the spinning cosmic dance and again I have not input during the mundane work-a-day routine. I had a short discussion with another worker a few days back. The gist was that he didn't think I would know how to keep from boredom if I was able to be retired now. I so disagree, but that of course is moot. Darn it.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

sunday AM

Yup, it's Sunday and I am back. Been dreaming about work again when I was surfacing this AM. I can't say that I am pleased with it. I've never been real good at separating or compartmentalizing aspects of self on a roll basis; seems like it would be very useful. Drumming was a bit weak but nurturing none the less. I'm feeling like I should lay down some strange as that would more likely elicit some response; but, what the hell is that about? Am I now situated in the place where I am in need or at least mildly expectant of responses? That's not what and/or why I started this little gig. Then of course I no longer am sure of what constitutes strange. My personal cosmology is definitely strange to the mass mindset, but with the population being so large, in fact a little too large for this small green and blue world, and the expansion envelope pushing processes of minds struggling for expression, what at one time may have seemed peripheral is well inside the box.

Sunday, April 25, 2010


Did a fair amount of cooking today, took care of some gift purchases and donations, talked briefly with the folks, watched Pi,"π", a pretty disturbing flick, found out that my computer's DVD player and whatever video card I have are not sufficient to the task of playing the "netflix" DVDs I am once again getting in the mail. So, the big question is: do I need a new computer, do I need an upgrade or do I simply continue to stream netflix and play the DVDs on the player connected to the TV? I don't so much want to be spending any big amounts of currency, but this old pc is getting on in years, my guess is that it's over eight years old now, although I did some minor upgrading about two years ago and I've been dragging my feet about getting a laptop. Hmmm. Things to ponder and the longer I stay in ponder mode the longer I refrain from spending any cash. Or really, the longer before I transfer digital signals that will have a negative impact on my digital balances.

Saturday, April 24, 2010


Saturday, yep I've got it off although that wasn't expected. Lots of issues permeated the work week and I certainly put in more overtime than I wanted to, to the point that I didn't have time to pick up my instruments before catching a piece of the Friday night drum gig at the park. I was scrounging for a djembe, but did have a pretty little xylophone to play. I dropped some stress but am still a bit ragged out. Well I hope y'all fared better and are having a lovely weekend.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

coffee @ work

If I can locate the Dilbert strip that pertains I will link to it later. So, I get to work today and the usual pressure to get some things done sooner start to make itself felt. I open my e-mail and read one that states that coffee drinking and other things was not permissible where I am located. In all honesty I was wondering how to move on. I have at my desk an old Dilbert cartoon strip that has the evil HR guy stating that coffee could no longer be consumed at work and I had thoughts of blowing it up to poster size, but luckily my boss came back and stated that it was misconstrued.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

boing boing

I've got to say I think boing boing is one of the more entertaining blogs out there; click on the title to check it out.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

resurrection day

So, it's Easter, probably one of the biggest days for the Christians. Interesting about the physical level or vibrational amplitude of the reconstructed vehicle. Debate on this from the differing camps of believers has shaped factions for many years now. My own afterlife perceptions or concepts are more of an eternal aspect to the "soul" and myriad expressions in and out of time; extensions or termination points of view out from the unity of the ONE.
The pagan springtime iconography wedded to the holiday amuses me. It seems so many Christian holidays have usurped previous traditions and deny the origins simultaneously. Whatever your personal relation to the paradigms of this theme, may you enjoy and share them with those you love.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


I just watched a little two-part short film on youtube by LSM and am still trying to find a response. A little dark, very moody with a good score, but I will admit that I will need to watch it again when the Western exposure dims, as it is directly behind my pc with no more than white translucent mini blinds. I am most curious about the intention of the intro compared to the film itself. It is some nice footage, but knowing the primary creator a resonance is expected.
The link is connected to the title of this post for interested parties. Just click on tuesday.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

later that same day

Sunday is slippin' by and I never did make those scones. Waiting for a return call on the cell and thought that I'd stop in and mention that I think I figured out who snarked at me some few posts back. At least there is only one person that I think would use the phrase about a Dodo bird.
Well I could be right and I could be wrong, so that is as usual; although I seem to have more certainty in many things. Tomorrow I get my djembe back with a brand new head. All tuned and ready to beat. I have missed it. I have brought my bougarabou and assorted percussion along with my bamboo sax, which needs a little work next. Last Friday I had the balafon and it added some new dimensions to the jams.
Spent some little time at the Sun Magazine's site which led me to pondering this whole writing thing. I'm considering utilizing that medium to spur some action. None of the topics posted for submission really struck me, but I may let them simmer and see if anything happens.

sunday AM

Sitting here on Sunday morn sipping on some Sumatran coffee and nursing a strained back. Not debilitating, but definitely noticeable, without knowing where or how I did it.
Had a lovely chat with an old friend yesterday, it was segued into from chatting on FB. We talked of family and deaths, aging and work, plans and things.
Again, the weekend has moved on and I haven't done near the work intended. Took care of a bunch of basic mundane tasks with little progress in the domestic scene. And I am realizing just how soon my taxes need to be done. I think along with the typical Sunday phone sessions and one afternoon trip to the store, after it opens; here in S.C. the retail stores don't open before 1:30 PM, I will mostly relax and let the rest of my home enhancements and arranging fall by the wayside. Excepting for a bit of cooking including some cherry scones. I may even come back here and splash the pages with something more. Have a great Sunday.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

just a note

I admit that some of the little pieces of verbiage that find themselves embedded here are my little exercises of the language. Not expecting to make any impacts in the world, but I hope someone is amused in the process.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

another departures

I learned today that a cousin has shed the mortal coil. Another being tripping out into the after-life. I wish her the absolute best with surcease from the dimensional burdens. This is probably a good release. Fare well cuz & may the light fill and envelope you.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

this day

I am glad that the work portion of today is over. I am certainly not bored, as many bosses converged and wanted more. I think that down the line some cyclical rhythm will emerge and I can simply play the game; now, though I am playing with a grim determination and I am very aware that my gaming tends towards seriousness. Who knows maybe I can finally learn to take a lighter approach. There certainly is the opportunity.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

brother Aquataine

So I go in and out of memories, thoughts and emotions as if my brother is a wispy phantom like in some of the stories we've read, traipsing through the halls of a vast edifice or drifting slightly above the ground. I am less sure of the afterlife than I used to be. Not that I don't believe in it. Contrary to that I am convinced that life goes on. The options are so much grander than I can fathom with this mind, as stretched as it has been. There has been some feedback from a mutual friend that he will choose a quick turn around and find himself or, wouldn't it be rich, herself back in the dimensions because you know this place has a lot of stuff to experience.

Whatever choice is made I support you and hope that you rest in the wisdom. If you do come back here, again please bring an anchor of light.

Friday, February 26, 2010

brother Aquataine

It's nearly a week since my brother and friend has departed this world. We became close back in my less mugglish days more than 15 years gone now. Those days were full of questing, development, T'ai Chi and a unique balance of freedom and discipline. A choice was offered to pursue one of two courses of spiritual group experience; a hard choice to make. I opted for the Star-Borne gathering instead of the Group Avatar one; this is where I met Aquataine along with many, many memorable beings...

...later, after the incredible gathering I spent a fair amount of time tripping down to Ft. Lauderdale to the sanctuary that brother A and Urithrael shared. Many a fine gathering of lightworkers found sanctuary, community and exceptional times in this environment. Yes, there was a great deal of mundane work to be done of which I did my share, from ripping out old vines, painting, planting, fixing the sewage, dressing marble, building an arbor (what an absolutely beautiful area that enclosed) to often being the head cook for a dozen.

There were difficulties with personalities, there was awesome joy punctuated with roaring bouts of Starry-Language songs and stories, there was love and lessons.

I will edit &/or add to this post again as there is a lot to convey.

Bottom line is that I miss my old deeply sonorous voiced friend and am very happy that he is no longer suffering.

Monday, February 15, 2010


So, I have the old mixed energy relationship to old Mama Nature. I always admire and often sing the praises when she kicks up and tosses away our complacency and expectations; but simultaneously I really don't like cold and snow so much. I know that I moved north with a bit of trepidation taking the I still have a job and a paycheck approach to co-creating. This is what I get for it.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

move, the end point

OK, I have completed the move to SC. I have a couple of days at the new DC under my belt. This whole moving thing is getting a bit harder as I put the miles on. It'd probably be easier if the tab for it was picked up. Condensed spacial parameters are a challenge and I have created a separation of pc & tv for a less multitasking home-life. We will have to see if this works.

Monday, January 18, 2010

just words

Just a few words dropping onto the screen. No real thought provoked mindstream. Unrusting the process. It is after all a new year as we measure such; new page turned or grasped with an almost kinetic slow-motion hesitation gravid with the next incarnation. Funny how I seem to shy from form in these jots. One who is so conscious when applying other media.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

moving sale

I am discontinuing the moving sale; two days is more than enough. So, yeah I sold a good number of things at ridiculously low prices; a number of items I'm sure I will find myself replacing in the future. This will be a goof-off Sunday as the coming week will be pretty darn busy tying up details and transitioning from living here to being fully packed and easing into transience.

Saturday, January 9, 2010


So the fat lady belted it out yesterday, Elvis left the building and I am working on setting the transition process into gear. Talked with a possible landlord today and have to wait and see if someone he promised a look to decides for or for me. I am placing a request out there and will let you know how it goes. I have recently entered into the phase where you know what you own owns you.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

new year

I was informed just before the New Year's long weekend that I still have a job. I will remain where I am through next Friday and then start on February 1st in SC. So frakkin' much to do; including a moving sale. If you are in the central Florida area and feel like a bargain or want to help me move please get in touch.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009


So, I stopped in and didn't write anything. Then I proceeded to explore via the next blog button at the top of the page. It is always different, today was incredibly full of food stuff with a strong representation from the veggie/vegan zone. After you have stopped by to see if I have expressed any updates why not do the same. Take a little blogtrot around the sphere. Enjoy.

Monday, December 28, 2009

holiday note

It is in the very midst of the holiday season, I am in Florida where the Currier & Ives mental picture embedded in my formative years simply does not apply. No festive feelings have I been incubating, mostly a wonderment and hopeful mind prep for the next calendar year. I hope that it blossoms into something wonderful.

Saturday, December 12, 2009


yup, I'm back. I can't believe that I have allowed this zone to lay fallow for over a month. But truth is. I'm still not ready to splatter the post with my current state of affairs. Perhaps next year from a new location, after the dust settles. Not much in the mood for stories either, so, I just wanted to stop by and say that I'm still here and there is still plenty to write about. Please stay tuned.

Monday, November 2, 2009

full moon

Seems like the full moon is causing dysfunction with my pcs as all kinds of little issues have been plaguing them.
So? What are you doing?
Well I'm blogging, what the hell does it look like.
and you have something that will add to the wisdom of the ages, perhaps?
Of course, but that doesn't mean I am going to place it here where just anyone can stumble across it.
Why not?
Now, that is a question worth pondering and that is just what I shall do. Now.

Saturday, October 31, 2009


Happy Halloween; I guess. The day is here, the clocks haven't fell back yet, there are no denizens carousing in this hood. There is a spate of entertainment in the form of 'Horror movies' on the tube. A few good oldies that I have enjoyed today.
So a new year for some, a portal possible for others, Scorpio and all souls and the seasons roll.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


Way too lax on my entries. Been some caught up in transitional strategizing with a resistance to let slip some verbal tripwires. You never know who's reading.

Friday, October 23, 2009


Friday, the herald of the weekend and I am skipping the Friday night (why isn't that Frinight?) poker game, as I have stuff to do particularly Saturday morning. I plan to get some progress on the collages as well, but, the primary concern is getting my djembe to the drum doctor. Time for goat sacrifices to earn a place in the vibratory annals. Obviously my drumming has been slack as I haven't had to rehead in over three years.

Sunday, October 11, 2009


Phase the next on the collage. Still experiencing a challenge with the lay down. I will investigate other materials for future pieces. The biggest question is will I get these done in time to send for Christmas.

Sunday, October 4, 2009


So today I started placing the background of the first collage onto the prepared surface. It wrinkled more than I was looking for. I did expect some as I was laying down some fairly large sheets for this kind of application. So I am debating whether to sand the surface after layering more poly or not. While this decision percolates I will continue to search for some imagery; but I think that the lettering option of the original plan has evaporated. More words along with more progress.

Friday, October 2, 2009


Tossing out some few pieces of language to see if they fall into a cadence and conveyance of distilled thought. Mayhap they only indicate the futile existential quandary; or swept up in the torrent of emotion they are presenting the realization of uncertainty that has become a stronger representation of the future. If I could once again reach into the bag of tricks and have at my disposal a more formidable, clearer and responsive mastery over the time-space continuum; or that beautiful trust that the tarot fool embodies, then my mood would lift and I could share what comes next. I invite at the least if not invoke that stellar certainty.

just a note

Just a few words to indicate my realization that I have been lax in my blogging.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

another soul released from gravity

Shortly after my last post about a friend's passing; I was again notified of another old friend's father taking a similar journey. I have some fine reflections of Dale. Wiley my friend this was altogether too strong of a reason to make it possible to reconnect, but, I will take the opportunity. Peace to all connected and happy trails Dale.

Monday, September 14, 2009


So, not a typical dreamscape, but a familiar one. Tripping through geometric fractal mosaics. I wonder how much alignment and absorption my 12 strand multidimensional DNA realized. Hmm.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

perception perameters

Alliterative intro was a sad little weakness of this word-loving mind. There is a pattern that emerges from the chaos of thought. When the thought emerges into the lens of awareness it is in a multi-dimensional configuration and requires some structural matrix to begin to abstract and hopefully deliver a rendering that the language can deliver into a sharable mode.

My thoughtform du jour has to do with the incredible limitations of human perception and how one can describe what generally lies beyond the wavelenghts from ultra low frequency (more felt than heard) to the higher visible spectrum. Sure we use radio waves and we can witness the wave motion of physicality in the surface of water; but what of the colors that are seen only with the inner vision. What of the communion with vibratory information that resides in what many religions would describe as celestial, angelic, heavenly?

Some tesseracts of multiple information drop into consciousness and bring light from other simultaneous space-time frames that one has also been, is, will be personal. Re-member or create, is there a difference when we have stepped out of the narrow confines of linear time?

tugged at

Yep, have that feeling that I'm being tugged at on a line from infinity. Not actually resisting but, feeling less than desirous of going along right now. After all of the preparatory work of many years, to set in motion the ease of dimensional shifting, I have to wonder at my reticence. Perhaps tonight the dreaming self will have an encounter of magnitude.

sad note

Today I received the sad news of the passing of a friend's mom. I was close to her as well as the entire family. Lucky for me I was able to have been by for one of those rare visits very recently as I live over 1,000 miles away.
My heart goes out to all and I can now picture Win reinvigorated and shining in her statuesque and graceful self. Thanks for sharing the planet with us. We love you.

where've i been

So, what the hell, I haven't been writing for a while. I've opened up the blog and failed to post a couple of times in the past week. Seems that when I've been about to the flow was too strong and I'd have been up too late to fit my scheduled pattern. I owe a few e-mails and maybe I'm copping out by thinking that a collective entry will suffice. It will not. Perhaps I will return to the e-mail page and let this drift into silence. It feels like this minor entry will serve as catharsis.

Monday, August 31, 2009


I expect this to need fleshing out after this wee entry.
So I ask my brother J. where Savanna's is, Alabama or Mississippi? Without hesitation he says Alabama, which by the way is what I think.

Days later he is relating some of the story connected and says "where was that? Alabama or Mississippi?" as if we didn't just go through that. I guess being a DiCara and past 60 merits some allowances.

Savanna was a rotund black Southern woman with a small eatery a 1/4 mile from a ferry landing on the East side of a river. Not much else nearby. A large open dinning area where you could see what was going on in the kitchen area; a jukebox and a 9 year old daughter helping out. No menu, just whatever was being cooked that day, all you wanted for a reasonable if not cheap price. Catfish, fried yardbird or pork chops, a mess of greens, black-eyed peas, hush puppies etc. good eats. Since when we descend on the place the food demand goes up pretty severely we would spend a pretty long time before completing dinner.

Like any band of misfits who are used to working and playing hard we took full advantage of the jukebox and consumed mass quantities. There was one visit where you could hear the young miss say "Mama, is all white folks that crazy?" I sure don't remember what Savannah answered, I think it was a laugh and a shushhh maybe accompanied by a little swat. But I'm sure she probably answered differently after we left. She sure treated us well and we tried to do the same. I sure could go for some sweet potato pie right now.

more notes after vacation

I had a few more little issues with my travel, like a broken jar of honey in my luggage. But I also got a few more hoedad stories with J.. I miss the whole social dynamic of being in the bosom, if it weren't for the wintertime I would move back. It was not easy to see the declining parental units as the toll gate of time charges another bit of life.

First day back in the mines was not too bad, but, the uncertainty continuum takes the opacity out of the pathway. Certitude has little place and my grip has a tenuous purchase.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

home again, home again

There was a bad looking two-car accident on I-4 to welcome me home. It made the return at least 45 min. longer than usual. Fire engines, Fire Rescue, Sheriff's, State Police and a helicopter landing in the road. I've got to wonder about my trips home.

The trip itself was good although it began a little rough. When we got to the airport my Explorer wouldn't shift into gear. So, I leave my bag unattended in the queue and run outside after getting a call on my cell informing me of this. I was freakin' a bit as it took me a few minutes of abusing the shift lever to finally get it to function. When I got back to the line I was kinda expecting someone to be upset about the bag, but it didn't seem to have made a visible impact.
After getting picked up in CT and back to J&D's we had a great dinner and visit. The next AM more Explorer issues, this time with the spare surveyor one. Not 10 minutes after heading out with the casino as destination the brakes stop working. The casino would wait one more day.

more to come...

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

note from the road

Still in CT on vacation. Had a wonderful gathering at L&M's Sat. yes, my birthday. I will write more after returning to FL.

Saturday, August 15, 2009


As I have wont to; I page forward in the blogosphere after I check in on my own page. There are many foreign language pages that I can't decipher, there are some homey things, some pretty commercial entries and occasionally something to peak my interest. I will read some little family oriented things followed by an artistic thread. After reading a poetry blog by some dude in his early forties, I had to wonder if my lines were as hard to read as his. I know that occasionally I will flex my vocabulary for the sake of it, other times I am in such a rush in my mind and my keying is a bit weak, leading to a somewhat truncated or disjointed entry. One line that sparked my decision to "respond" was 'deny absurdity'; I so protest. Is not Chuang Tzu the author of "Genius of the Absurd"? Well of course he is; and what a freaking incredible read it is; or so my memory tells me. It has been well past 25 years since I have read it. Defend the absurd is the motto I state here. Perhaps I will elaborate if prompted.


It's Saturday, the first day of my longest vacation in over ten years. So much to do before heading North; I am glad that I decided to fly but the relaxation part of this deal hasn't kicked in yet. Looking forward to seeing everyone and hope that I don't miss any hurricanes. I don't have a laptop to lay any thoughts down, but, given my plans I may take the opportunity while at a sibling's.

Sunday, August 9, 2009


Been getting some material together for the collage I am in the planning stage for for Danny. So many other collage ides rage through the process. I hope that I will some day get off my ass and begin the "Fisher of Men" an image that's been generating and re-presenting for a very long time. My timetable for Danny's Dragon is to take it from the prep state into application shortly after my return from vacation.


Songlines tripping through mindscapes waves upon waves standing oscillating moving multiple trajectories. Sourced from dimensions beyond cutting into bellcurve access, orca, insect, human. How kin the math.


Used to be a funky junkie, learned something new in wabi sabi land, rhymes and retribution; alliteration can be a dull deal or punish me with puns.

Not verse but labeled. Taglined put up and sent on it's little errand. Delivery immanent. Destination unknown.

What change the universe from the butterfly wings flapping away here?

Saturday, August 8, 2009


Saturday, feels like Sunday, I am so glad that it's not. I miss the days when my life had a different flow and the day of the week were not something that I payed much attention to. After ten years of living for the weekend the structural containment often seems oppressive. My relationship with time has somehow become more mundane, more tuned to the mass consciousness. Sure there are pockets of fluidity and the sweet Aboriginal thing as well as Dr. Who and the time-lord abilities. It pleasing to know that divergence keeps some options open. Perhaps I will find one of those portals or reconnect with my higher abilities. Exit stage left.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009


That whole question of life and death seems tied to me like a big box kite in a continuous breeze. My dear friend and brother Aquataine has recently been diagnosed with cancer and proclamations of old Mr. Death visiting in the relatively near future have tied that kite string to my awareness with a strong cord. I let my feelings, memories and knowledge of my understanding of A. surface and recede like the tide of my awareness. There is a swing between my selfishness and compassion. Us humans tend to do this as it would be difficult to not take changes, particularly unwelcomed ones, to a close tie personally.

Bottom line; I love you.

Sunday, August 2, 2009


The inevitable themes of space, time, space-time and reality reshape themselves forever in my musings. Perhaps a star-burst apocalyptic sensory transition to witness directly the layers of being where the Dorian Grey painting of each thought and feeling glares would finally bring home the concept of sin. There would always be some negatively charged impulse to see what debauch, turmoil and meanness would look like on the part of some manifest being. It's disturbing at least that the incredible ability to stretch realities' expression goes in infinite directions.

Why is it I am recalling a conversation with Silver Fox, some years hence, around the cool deck at Juliette's in Atlantic Beach? We were rapping and delving and construing on subjects primarily gravitating in the metaphysic, when the vibrational frequencies and efforts involved in trying to reach ascendancy focused the discussion. He hits me with a "do you really think that higher vibrations are better than lower?" as if I was judging right and wrong here. I actually felt mildly assaulted by the delivery of that intentionally accusatory question. It was great in that it stuck with me and I thank ols SF for the gift. Sure I went into a bit of defensive posture for a few minutes, supporting the validity of all aspects of life, but simultaneously proclaiming a personal decision to accelerate and refine frequencies that I was able to influence. It's a normal spiral path of ascendancy/descendancy that plugs us into and out of the visible dimensional experience with the apex and nadir stretched beyond conception.


I wonder if I can bring back to mind some of the free verse that used to grace the envelope reverse of my snail mail correspondences back in my vagabond days before the pc when my cacography was a bit tamer. I still had GH occasionally interpret my scratches for me. A hell of a thing to not even be able to read one's own writing. My sister's calligraphic nuances impressed me no end until I discovered that she would write her missive over before posting. It was still a very lovely display of script with a good payload of essence.

fire rekindled

So, I was for some reason thinking about fire on my drive home yesterday (actually last Thursday) I tossed a very small unformed set of words indicating that I had thoughts on this theme into my blog, feeling a certain lack of fulfillment. Today (Friday) the theme seemed to resurge while listening to the compilation I put together for LM alias Von.
Well yeah I'm a Leo, born in the Sun ruled fixed fire sign and I have been around many a campfire. One of the more memorable from hoedad days was when we set somewhere in the vicinity of 50 cords of timber left on a planting site. That baby lasted long enough to still cook dinner over more than 48 hours later.
I also was displaced by a house over-warming of great magnitude. I will probably get back to that as the weekend from hell or stop asking me what's new.

sunday retro

This being Sunday and being a bit unhappy with the fact that I can't seem to find a way to paste in some little bits of word flow, perhaps tributaries that were set a few days ago, I shall introduce them in reverse time sequence. Therefor retro rather than intro.

Thursday, July 30, 2009


Fire, what an element.
Flammable/inflammable interesting that.
A touch of the old Crazy World of Aurthur Brown and a long parade of musical, poetic tributes. Arson, spontaneous combustion. It's just amazing.
I've had my little relationship with it, some incredibly positive and some so not.
Weirdly enough there are too many stories, memories and snippets that I feel presently inadequate to proceed into story-telling mode. So I will leave this theme and know that I've fed a salamander somewhere. Blaze on.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

tv shows

Cable TV with a lot of channels excluding the extra packages and I can't find anything to watch. So, I was thinking of some of my old favorites and a few of them were extremely short lived.
  • VR5 - I can't even find a remnant or DVD much less rerun
  • Max Headroom
  • Kung Fu
  • Firefly - was glad to see this on the rerun circuit for a brief run; I've got the DVDs anyway
  • Sea Quest
  • Space Precinct - not much of a show but I'd like to see one anyway; Barney Miller in space

I guess this shows some of my tastes. I'm pretty sure that I also like a few mainstream shows too.

  • X-files
  • some of the Brit-coms particularly Faulty Towers

I could even go for some old Westerns

  • Rawhide
  • Maverick

I think I'll hit Netflix instant and catch an original Dr. Who. Nope i'm gonna catch an episode of Earth2

Happy viewing to you.

nothing to say

What a great old Jethro Tull tune.
I'm just taking one of those quick breaks in my Sunday to sip coffee, catch up on some on-line activities, test some tunes on a compilation disc, smoke a cig. and enact an entry to facilitate rhythmic activity, still awaiting the cascade effect to fall out of this glaciated pace.
OK back to Mundania.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

decadence a way of life

So the season is winding down in Florida and I spent some days in Gainesville where I ate some Skeeters Big Biscuits and picked up a T-shirt; purple with the slogan "DECADENCE A WAY OF LIFE" emblazoned across the chest. Later that summer I went dancing in a club in Portland Maine with G. and the bouncers were bidding on my T.. Needless to say I did not part with it even when the bid hit $40. (this was back around 1980, I had paid $6 for it)
Back on the row, the following season, in the hinterlands of Alabama where the famous white breakfast is the extent of morning choices in the local eateries. White toast, eggs over, grits and biscuits with white gravy. I caved due to my pangs and was in consumption mode when a heavily accented voice was persistently asking for some attention. In an accent you could cut with a chainsaw I hear, hey was' tha' theer Dee-Kay-Dense some kinda cult? So in my most accommodating sonorous voice I replied that no it was not a cult; but that it is a sect of Zoroastrianism. The conversation terminated.

Sunday, July 19, 2009


Sunday evening winding down folding in pushing thoughts of another Monday away and digesting a sumptuous meal. Pondering how bare my soul or what purpose this blog. Looking forward to a gathering next month in the Northlands.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

what i'm reading

  • Setting Free the Bears - John Irving - 1968; yes I have read this before
  • Yon Ill Wind - Piers Anthony - Xanth - 1996; goofy-pun filled have not read this one but have read a few other Xanth entries - will finish today
  • The Divine Matrix - Gregg Braden - 2007; picking up where I left off a few months ago
  • Einstein - Walter Issacson - 2007: also picking up where I left off
  • Norse Code - Greg van Eekhout - 2009; finished, good read
  • Zoe's Tale - John Scalzi - 2008; finished also a good read

crew list

Some of the Hoedad crew I worked with in the three years on the row.
I planted a million trees in AL, AK, TX, GA, LA, MS, & FL
  • Z - Waco TX. ex-con with his (cha who-a who-a) killer
  • JD my older brother (1st year & we shared the original trailer, it was way f**king small)
  • the Tough Tomatoes - three ex-military lesbians (one did some chiropractic)
  • Juicy and Busey - I can't remember her name but she was the hottest chick on the row, he was also called OD
  • Bruce and Mother Superior - crew chief 1st year
  • Big Mike - overboss 1st year, Napoleon complex
  • Kevin and ? - I want to call her Denise but that's wrong
  • Captain Quaalude
  • the Banker
  • the Dells - Smiling Js - Jim Judy John Joan - never cracked a smile but they did have some pickled weasel saddles in their larder
  • the Bookends or Books for short and they brought a Short Story - D9 with them the next season
  • Linda Lou
  • Gravy, and Kat came along the 3rd season
  • Charlie and Sue - crew boss 2nd and 3rd season
  • M-
  • Farm Boy - a refugee from "The Farm"
  • Crimson White Feather
  • ?????? the crew changed and there were a lot of others I can't remember names of (hey this was over 25 years ago)

Saturday, July 11, 2009


I enjoyed the post string on FOI (Fish on Ice) that And y had started and probably had more posts than the rest put together. It was called play this song when I die, or at my funeral, or after I'm dead.... well you get the idea. If I knew how to make this blog dance I would slip in one of these and add to it as the whim takes me. I don't know how to do that yet. So I guess I'll just slap in an occasional list and see what I can learn along the way.

So how long do you think a memorial celebration would take? Should I make a sound track? Hmmm, but could I limit it to under 1,000 tunes?

just words

Just words sequenced by their own will unedited and unimpeded. Where will they take us? Back a week memory-wise (is there a single word to encompass this ?) "Saturday in the park, I think it was the fourth of July" by Chicago and I didn't even play it then. Now works.

What if they take us forward? There seems to be more daunt in this than a simple remembering and since all time is simultaneous why have we made that so? The curious case of Benjamin Button may have lingered in the brain pan and helped to stimulate this train. Casey Jones did not have anything to do with it I promise.

Tendencies are to either go far into the future and lay down some wannas bwanna and hope to fake it till you make it, co-create, visualize into being with maybe a side order of chant-o-matics; or of course to creep forward into the morrow since it has a certain predictability based on lists written or unwritten.

Tomorrow I can see me cleaning house prepping some groceries and screwing around on the computer. That was easy. Since I worked today the regular weekend needs to be done gets compressed.

Farther and further into the future distant way out west towards the end of my physical days; wheezing a bit with the effort required to upright after a fitful sleep wishing that coffee was already brewed and accepting that this is a good day to die. Thinking that an old fashioned pyre with feathers and prayer-ties would be appropriate and knowing that interference would ensue. No rush all of the time in the world and then some; OK so maybe a lawn chair is a bit tacky but it's comfortable enough to dismiss the body and engage the spirit. So long and thanks for all the fish.

Friday, July 10, 2009

some authors SF/F

  • Charles De Lint
  • Philip K. Dick
  • Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
  • Tad Williams
  • Terry Pratchet
  • ...

Monday, July 6, 2009

stay tuned

I recon I will shortly add some lists. Maybe like Blogs I read, authors, music-that is almost daunting, I think my favorite song is Summertime, but by who? and I encourage all of you who are willing to stretch their audial input to look into Joiking. Pronounced like it begins with a Y.

I was tickled when I found out that Micky Hart also was enthralled by a specific record, vinyl, when he was a kid. I didn't know that there were really any more copies being listened to besides the one I owned. The music of the rain forest pygmies. Reference the early part of his book Song Catchers.

I had some nice verbal trajectory brewing while I was at work but I can't see to retrieve it.

Sunday, July 5, 2009


So, Hollywood, that's what they called me. At least towards the end of season two and thereafter. It was May and we moved from the Mobile area down into the peninsula in the area of Cross City. The weather was hot for the intensely physical demands of hoeing the row. Gravy and I in usual fashion would hit the row early and hard, slam in a bag, approximately 1000-1500 loblollys. While the rest of the crew was still afield we figured it was too f***ing hot to go back out while the sun was directly overhead. So like any adventurous wild men we decided we'd hit town for a while. Town was a pretty small affair with little to offer, but there was a bar, with a drive through window, a guy on a horse rode up and got a six-pack while we were there, pool tables and simple fare. We had lunch more than a few beers and shot a few games. Around 3 PM we figured we should head back to get another bagful in the ground. Charlie saw our sorry state and wouldn't let us back on the row so I went back to town to prowl around the thrift stores to find some row threads. Our crew had developed an interesting habit of dressing up or down or maybe sideways for the row. This helped to lighten things up and infuse a bit of humor to the hard work and long days. I found a bright yellow shirt with quarter sized blue polka dots and a pair of red white and blue skiers sunglasses. Deciding a little more overhaul was in order I stepped into the back of my home on wheels and shaved off a six months beard exposing some very white flesh comparing to the tan the rest of my skin sported. Getting back to the site decked out and feeling pretty good, I emerged from my vehicle in stealth circumnavigated a few other interesting rolling dwellings and was greeted by Johnny Z's loud exclamation "who's that Hollywood dude?" and there you have it and so did I.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

wishin' stick

So, back to the story. It's not a big one but it has stuck in my mind all of these years like a possum in a croquet wicket.
One of the bookends, the shorter rounder one, I surely cannot remember his name, about 6'3.5" weighing in @ 18 stone, was around the nightly white man's fire with 6 or 7 others. Buzzes were aplenty, also as usual, and some music played. Guitar, some eefing or body percussion, bamboo shakahatchi and voices. Things were winding down to a mellowness when our book took center. He started dancing around the fire like a wounded bear, thumping , staggering with a little grace thrown in; when he decided that he needed a partner. I guess he hadn't gotten laid in a while. Seeing that the only women in attendance were either clearly gay or obviously involved he decided on some firey branched stick almost as tall as himself that was, yes, in the fire. I thought that he was going to cath afire himself as he began singing loudly "Oh wishing stick, wishing stick, my stick, my wish, my wishin' stick....." and began the rythmic horizontal dance of a madman. The show lasted for 15 or 20 minutes. Of course we applauded and helped to create the soundscape, having a merry time watching as he moved a little more beyond the norm, ironically joining with the majority of his fellow hoedadders.

Friday, July 3, 2009

just a note

So it's the day before the US celebrates Independence, gotta wonder at the reality of this country and it's people. But, instead of going off on a political tirade I am simply going to cop to my laziness. I am not proud to admit how sedentary I have become in the physical. My synapses though continue to fire with great speed and in a combination of worn and pioneering pathways. Hopefully I will come back here sometime this weekend and see what verbal stream flows as my previous jots have pointed to, there are a few themes that I fully intend to expand and/or elaborate on.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

wishin' stick intro

It's time to get a little old story out. Or maybe just introduce it as I believe I shall retire for the evening soon due to the old paycheck generator.
This is going back to the hoedad days, there have been some new rings in the cedar, I can tell you.
Bookends, yep background here, two large clean cut firemen/boy scouts from? Illinois I belive.
Big fifth wheel rig in the midst of a band of misfits, dope growers, ex-cons, back to the landers, military lesbians, a "the Farm" refugee and assorted other counter culture types. Most with primative versions of 70's and earlier RVs, including tow alongs, pop-ups, truck bedded units, my own was home-made, a school bus and a tenter or two in the mix.

For crying out loud, I was even locked in my own rig with my own lock with Gravy's wife as I was trying to convince her to leave, by Gravy his own self. It sure screwed up my plans for the next assignment as I had volunteered to go to one of the LA. parishes in the Lake Charles area with "the banker" early the next morning and I was going to try to convince M... to come along. Probably had an 80->90% chance before this incarceration came down.

There are some good stories from these dog-earred pages of my life. Stay tuned...

Thursday, June 18, 2009

mellon collie

Melancholy, perhaps, triggered to research by a message from a friend. Have you ever noticed the synaptic/emotional response to certain gravid words innocently uttered in a gentle context? The specifics generally weigh in on some incredibly personal scale which has more kinship to the uncertainty priciple than to stasis, unless your pattern changing is glacial.

Monday, June 15, 2009

just 'cause

I don't have anything realy on my mind, just thought that I'd jot a line or two to create a pattern and help me to consider the personal value equation of externalizing in script mode. Seems that any expression delivered helps to feed the cascade effect. When the inevitable release happens I hope that it is in an intelligible mode and that I am able to simply channel it and not cramp up with little internal searches for words that carry.
Feel free to comment if you have stopped by to see what little is here and stop back again as I will make an effort to post a minimum of once a week.

Monday, June 8, 2009


Cosmic Tool Box
I will cycle back to this theme from time to time.
I had in mind a book with some thoughts towards a supporting fulfillment site. The origin of the phrase was either from Eesha, John or myself, it gets hazy since it was coined many years ago. John still uses variations, primarily the cosmic grab bag as a focal theme for a metaphysical event. I am more drawn to the work inferences of the Tool Box. Admittedly my mugglish infused lifestyle is more removed from the work than it was when the theme played stronger within me. None the less I still feel that this could produce some useful information and tools for the aspiring open minded soul. Some topics include the judgement and/or valuation of tools for the individual. These could include Astrology, meditation, Tarot, pendulums, T'ai Chi, diet, vision quests, journaling... Some historic versions of personal CTBs would be altars, medicine bags, shrines, most any personal, intentional sanctified space and the contents therein.

It's kinda funny that one of the blogs I read often on my lunch 1/2 hour is from a hard core skeptic who boohoos much of this. ala Sienfeld "it doesn't make him a bad person."

Sunday, June 7, 2009

about the name of this blog

So does this mean I am calm or trying to engender calm through cartharsis? Not really, but that would be a nice result.
The CALM is from a thoughtform I have that would enjoy manifestaion as a brick and mortar bookshop one day. I feel farther from it than I would have predicted but the CALM stands for Coffee Art Literature Music. There is still time and stranger things have come to pass.