Sunday, June 2, 2013
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.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
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
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
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
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
Friday, November 11, 2011
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
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
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
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
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
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
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
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
I hope that A & D will share some of the pics as I did not bring a camera.
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
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
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
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
Monday, July 4, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Yes, I am still an idealistic Utopianist despite my rough exterior.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
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
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
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.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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
Friday, February 18, 2011
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.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
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
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.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
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
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
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
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
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
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
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
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
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
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
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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
...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
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
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.
Now, that is a question worth pondering and that is just what I shall do. Now.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
So a new year for some, a portal possible for others, Scorpio and all souls and the seasons roll.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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?
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.
Monday, August 31, 2009
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.
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
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
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Bottom line; I love you.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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
- 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.
- some of the Brit-coms particularly Faulty Towers
I could even go for some old Westerns
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.
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
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
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
- 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
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
- 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
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?
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
Monday, July 6, 2009
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
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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
Monday, June 15, 2009
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
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
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.