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.