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Tuesday, January 1, 2007     Here Comes Another One!
(12:01 am)

Happy New Year!

Tuesday, January 2, 2007     Onword & Upwierd
(12:33 pm)

It's been kind of tough getting going this year. Yesterday, being the tiniest bit hung over resulted in just a New Year wish. That, and the bowl games, especially the Gator Bowl, which West Virginia won. It was a potential heart-attack all the way through however. We broke our Gator Bowl jinx. I'm sure Georgia Tech didn't appreciate our amazing comeback as much as I did. WVU's basketball team is now in the top 25. No one expected this team to be this good this year, having lost their six top scorers from last year. Maybe the NCAA tournament isn't out of the question after all. I've got my WV flag flapping in the considerable breeze. I can't wait until September!

Quote of the Day: "How can I laugh tomorrow when I can't even smile today."

-- Suicidal Tendencies- (Album and song title 1988)

I have a lot of projects fermenting. Most of them aren't even obvious to me at the moment, but it just seems like something is being prepared, probably against my will. I've been playing a lot of guitar lately. I'd love to have the facility to record multiple tracks cleanly. I might even give my son a run for his money with new compositions (nah, I doubt it). I've got plans to finish and polish my novel. I even have an idea for another book. Art suffered last year. Hopefully I can get back on track and paint more this year. I'd like to get out more and meet people. It's hard to do around here. It seems that nearly everyone in this pathetic city thinks they have enough friends and aren't interested in even striking up a conversation with anyone they don't know. I hear people say all the time how friendly people are around here. Well, try living around them and trying to be friendly over an extended period. You'll be sorely disappointed.

I've been sick since the middle of last week. I got some of the Zicam nasal gel and it really does help, but now the congestion is in my throat and chest. Drainage is terrible. I think it may possibly be the flu. I'm still in that contemplative mood I think I mentioned last year (I know, bad joke. Bad. Bad!), but it's not going as deep probably because of the illness. I'd love to get back on track, feel well, and be able to pursue passions and ideas like I used to. I miss that. I think possibly I need someone to bounce things off of, a partner to play catch with me. I used to bounce things off my son when he lived at home and even when he lived in the same city. Now he's a couple hours away and even though it's still pretty much a local phone call, it's not the same as being face-to-face and passing ideas and words back and forth. Maybe I should advertise for a friend online. I'd probably get replies from Trixie wanting to fellate a specific part of my anatomy and suck the folding money out of my wallet in the process or perhaps replies from Brucie with pretty much exactly the same ends in mind. I'd go out to bars, but I prefer to pay a reasonable price for my liquor.


Wednesday, January 3, 2007     New Rules!
(10:27 pm)

Taking my lead from Bill Maher, here are some new rules:

New Rule: NCAA Division I-A football teams should all have the names of their players on the back of their jerseys to make it easier for the television viewer to keep track of who's who. Of course it's okay for them to keep the names off the jerseys for the sake of humility and teamwork, even though to claim to do so for those reasons is total bullshit, but they shouldn't be allowed to play on television without them.

New Rule: If Notre Dame University wants to play in a bowl game, then join a goddam conference like every other I-A team in the country. Sure, the Irish have a long and storied tradition in football, but being the only independent throws a fly in the Big East ointment. Either join the conference or keep your disruptive influence out of the mix.

Quote of the Day: "I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury."

-- Groucho Marx

I'm still sick. I feel a little better. Hopefully tomorrow will turn it around and I'll be able to actually accomplish a little more than sleeping, watching television and cooking. I did make some nice cabbage soup for dinner. I'll be tired of it though before it's gone. If I felt better, I'd make the rounds tomorrow and inflict it on people.


Thursday, January 4, 2007     Drawing a Blank
(11:24 pm)

Some days I just don't have anything to say. Today's one of them. In case you're interested, I'm going to try to make an entry every day of the year. You could start a pool if you like to see when I miss the first day.

Quote of the Day: "But in the mud and scum of things / There always, always something sings."

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm still sick. I owe my friend in California, Pat, a Christmas package, but it's going to be delayed a few more days until I feel well enough to make it to the post office. I'm embarrassed, but the reason I didn't send it before Christmas was that I inadvertently put several of the things to go in the package on the shelves next to the mantel, which subsequently had the Christmas tree placed in front of it. I forgot where I'd put them, until Ann took the tree down a couple days ago. What a dufus!


Friday, January 5, 2007     Five Easy Pieces. . .
(5:57 pm)

The e-mail read: "I got this from Geof Huth. Your assignment, if you want to bother with it (as I did for my entry today), is to list five little-known facts about yourself at your blog, and pass the assignment on to five other (poetry) bloggers. Apologies if this is spammish. Blame Geof. all best, Bob"

I speak Spammish!

  1. I have an ordination certificate.
  2. I once dated a stripper.
  3. I have an extra vertebra.
  4. My first college major was Chemistry.
  5. I got a personal letter from L. Ron Hubbard.

Quote of the Day: "God will pardon me. It's His business."

-- Heinrich Heine

It was hard for me to think of five things that aren't widely known about me. A lot of such things I don't want known! Also, I'm not widely known except through this project and I think I've divulged a great many things during the course of this, so there's not a lot that I keep to myself. There's not a lot I really want to keep to myself, other than where the bodies are buried. . .


Saturday, January 6, 2007     Cheating
(11:53 pm)

Just so I'll have an entry for today. I haven't felt well all day and just now got around to sitting down here.

Quote of the Day: "The US-led invasion of Iraq was an illegal act that contravened the UN charter."

-- Kofi Annan, UN Secretary General (September 2004. Source BBC)

Well, that's an entry. Anyone who had January 6 in the pool, you lose!


Sunday, January 7, 2007     Bowling
(10:41 pm)

The Big East conference is the only conference to win all five of their bowl games this year. The SEC won five out of eight. No one else won more than four. Some of the sportscasters are impressed with this statistic. I am too. I knew the Big East was a top notch conference even after the ACC stole Miami, Boston College, and Virginia Tech away from them.

I was wrong about Notre Dame being the only remaining independent team in 1-A. There's also Army and Navy, but they're special cases, and Temple, who's just a breath away from 1-AA.

Quote of the Day: "If the chimney is full of smoke, how can the light be seen? If the mind is full of dirt, how can the soul shine?"

-- Yogaswami of Jaffna

Still sick and tired. I hate being sick with a blind passion. Is it okay if I moan?


Monday, January 8, 2007     Building Consensus
(1:23 pm)

There was a call made to the Charleston Gazette Readers Voice Line that agreed with me about Notre Dame. They play basketball in the Big East, yet remain aloof in football. Either shit or get off the pot, Irish. If you're going to be a part of an athletic conference, do it in all sports. No, you're not better than everyone else. And yes, your shit does stink. Enough with the elitist attitude.

Quote of the Day: "For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit."

-- Ernie Pyle, wartime correspondent (WW II)

I've created a nice new bit of Wallpaper, stealing bits from here and there. The two planetary pictures come indirectly from NASA. The background is a flipped and cloned screen capture of one of the things my screen saver does, with the colors totally altered. To get the larger versions click on the appropriate link following the picture.

"Equilibrium in the Forces of Attraction"
16 X 10 (1440 X 900)   or   4 X 3 (1280 X 1024)

Click on the above links. Wait for the picture to load, then right click on the picture and pick "Save Picture As. . ." from the context menu. MacIntosh users do whatever it is that you do to grab pictures off the browser. Patience, please, especially if you're using a dial-up connection. These pictures are quite large and will definitely take some time to load. They are both well over a megabyte each.


Wednesday, January 10, 2007     We Have a Winner!
(10:26 am)

Okay, who has January 9? I missed making an entry yesterday. I was busy not feeling well at all. Also, in the evening I watched West Virginia fall short against Notre Dame on the basketball court. That and I was working on an HTML scheme that I may eventually put in place here to navigate directly to any day's entry. Doing that helped elevate my spirits a bit, although being ill for an extended period (in my estimation, extended being anything longer than an hour and a half) has left my mood in the gutter. Anyway, how much was in the pool? I had February fifth. All kidding aside, I had intended to attempt an entry every day of 007, but I guess I missed early on. Oh well. At least now the pressure's off.

Quote of the Day: "It is one thing to say with the prophet Amos, 'Let justice roll down like mighty waters,' and quite another to work out the irrigation system. Clearly, there is more certainty in the recognition of wrongs than there is in the prescription for their cure."

-- William Sloane Coffin

And might I add, it's also easier to point fingers than to pick up tools. They who find fault with those who are uncertain when attempting to address problems are totally unjustified in their criticism, unless the course being followed is glaringly and obviously in error. Iraq comes immediately to mind as an example. Iraq is a good example of so many things, one being that a certain amount of planning beyond tearing down the outhouse might be a good thing. If you don't have plans for otherwise disposing of the crap, it might be a good idea to leave the john standing until you do.

It's actually acting like January outside. The temperature is 30 degrees and yesterday it was snowing, sleeting, and pellets of ice were beating a tattoo on the roof of my van. I prefer the springlike weather of last week (as opposed to 'springy' as some of the weather people on local television mistakenly called it). Right now, all weather is the same to me, as I'm not going anywhere unless I absolutely have to. Have I mentioned how much I hate felling lousy?


Thursday, January 11, 2007     One Down, 999 to Go
(6:53 pm)

I got a calendar for the new year. It's a desk calendar in a box. The sheets, as they're pulled off are to be folded into origami shapes. I learned how to do a crane already. I'm going to see if I can fold 1000 of them for good luck. Where I'll put them all is another question altogether.

Quote of the Day: ". . .whispery voices never made the drag queens sound more femme -- they only made them sound more desperate."

-- Andy Warhol in Popism, The Andy Warhol Sixties by Andy Warhol and Pat Hackett, p.293

I grabbed part of one of the patterns from Windows Media Player and turned it into a Fauxstage Stamp

Pi Cents
"For letters going across the room. . ."

I suppose I should print a bunch of these on labels and stick them on envelopes next to the actual stamps. I wonder if a cancellation would make one more valuable?


Friday, January 12, 2007     Robert Anton Wilson 1932-2006
(11:05 am)

Rest in peace, Bob. You will be missed. Robert Anton Wilson died yesterday at ten minutes until five in the morning. Had it been me, they'd have said, "He just didn't want to get up that early."

Quote of the Day: "I don't believe anything, but I have many suspicions."

-- Robert Anton Wilson

I mean, how could you go wrong with a middle name like Anton? You can keep trying to hit Bob's website, but as of a few minutes ago the hosting account has been suspended, probably due to too much traffic as all the RAW fans tried to get one last drop of wit and wisdom from the man. I hope someone sees fit to fix this. In the meantime, here's the 10 Zen Monkeys site that has his obit. Damn. All my heroes are dying off. Alan Watts, Hunter S. Thompson, Tim Leary, and now RAW. I guess I need to get some younger heroes. I suppose there's always Johnny Depp, Salma Hayek, and Woody Harrelson.

I just checked again. The website is back up. Visit the site, check out his blog, his jokes, his thoughts. You might not agree with what he says, but by goddess he was a brilliant man. I'm so sad.


Monday, January 15, 2007     Plus Ça Change. . .
(11:24 pm)

The weather has taken a decided turn toward the worse. It started out this afternoon near 70 and now I could leave the milk on the porch and it wouldn't spoil. It might freeze before the night is over however, so I think I'll leave it in the fridge. In case you hadn't noticed, I took the weekend off. I do that now and then.

Quote of the Day: "We're all fucked. It helps to remember that."

-- George Carlin

I lifted today's quote from Robert Anton Wilson's website. Bob won't mind. He's dead. In fact, were he still breathing and gadflying about, he probably still wouldn't mind.

Bourbon makes me belch.


Tuesday, January 16, 2007     Through the Past, Darkly
(1:50 pm)

I've been wandering down the primrose path of nostalgia and reminiscences lately, recalling things from my past fondly and with trepidation. I do that occasionally and for no known reason. I guess certain synapses fire at random or are triggered by something that doesn't quite percolate up to my awareness and a flood of memories is upon me, whether or not they closely resemble the actual occurrences from years gone by. At one time I studied philosophy to the degree that I got six credit hours in Independent Studies. I accumulated enough hours for a major in a college (now a University) that didn't offer a degree in Philosophy. Now, even as they are a University, they don't even have a Philosophy department. It's been folded in under the Psychology department. That's more than a bit ironic, inasmuch as the original Psychology classes were almost invariably taught under the auspices of the Philosophy departments of such venerable institutions as Oxford, Harvard, Cambridge, Yale, and the University of Chicago.

I tended toward the study of epistemology and in the realm of psychology I was interested in cognitive psychology. One of my favorite philosophical writers was Friedrich Nietzsche. He is remembered as a Philosopher for his existential approach to life and his writings on the nature of knowledge. His training and his University chair were in Philology, however. The study of Philology encompasses, in addition to classic languages and the structure and development of language, the relationship between languages. Nietzsche, long considered one of the founders of Existentialism along with Shopenhauer and Kierkegaard, is also one of the leading edge thinkers who created the modern "schools" of philosophical though. His work was derided and misunderstood, principally because of Hitler and his corruption and perversion of other's misinterpretation of some of the master's work. Now, I suppose, with the light Joseph Campbell has shone on his writing, things have greatly improved. I seem to always return to Nietzsche, Heraclitus, or Lao Tzu when I take these cerebral tours of days past.

Quote of the Day: "The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time. "

-- Friedrich Nietzsche

I've often thought that would be the solitary benefit of coming down with Alzheimer's.

Speaking of Nietzsche, Heraclitus, and Lao Tzu. . . Have you noticed that a lot of what I blather on about is change? That and the juxtaposition of things. I've stated more than once that the most interesting things occur where things butt up against one another, at the boundaries of things, in the interstitial spaces, in the area where certainty fades. Heraclitus said that you can't put your foot in the same river twice. Nietzsche said that the only constant is change. Lao Tzu said in several places in the Tao Te Ching that all is ephemeral. One bit of Persian wisdom states that "This too shall pass." The ever-changing flux of existence never ceases to intrigue and fascinate. Enjoyment of it, however, is made more intense or less at times because of the inexorable changes of the intimate portions of it related to my corporeal existence. Still, I am the eternal observer and I watch.


Wednesday, January 17, 2007     What if?
(11:32 pm)

I'm reading a book called What if? It's a group of essays by historians speculating what might be if certain pivotal events in history had turned out a different way. It's fascinating. Reading it has reignited my interest in historical reading. I used to read a lot of history. I even took a graduate level history course at University as a second semester Freshman. Recently my reading came up with this interesting tidbit:

Quote of the Day: "They (the Jews) work more effectively against us, than the enemy's armies. They are a hundred times more dangerous to our liberties and the great cause we are engaged in... It is much to be lamented that each state, long ago, has not hunted them down as pest to society and the greatest enemies we have to the happiness of America."

-- George Washington Maxims of George Washington by A. A. Appleton & Co.

It's time for bed. Night all.


Thursday, January 18, 2007     Short Days & Doldrums
(10:00 am)

The days seem shorter. Not just the daylight, but the whole 24-hour ball of yin-yang yarn. It didn't seem this way a few days ago when the temperatures hovered around the 60-degree mark in the daytime and the nights were just cool enough to adequately chill my pillows. Now with the daytime temperatures below what those pillow-chilling nights were a few short days ago, the hours seem longer even while the days have shrunk. I'd move somewhere that stayed in the more temperate range year-round but I like the cool air. It's the stabbing cold I don't care for, and the snow and ice and all that goes with it. The shorter days with their lack of sunlight keep my mood at less than a simmer. Natural light fluourescent lamps help with my overall mental well-being, but I still get down in the doldrums for the months of December, January, and especially my birth month, February. Oh, March, wherefore art thou?

Quote of the Day: "Of all the enemies to public liberty war is, perhaps, the most to be dreaded because it comprises and develops the germ of every other. War is the parent of armies; from these proceed debts and taxes. . . known instruments for bringing the many under the domination of the few. . . No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare."

-- James Madison, "Political Observations" 1795

I've pretty much stopped watching the CSI shows on television. They make so many egregious errors that my susupension of disbelief itself gets suspended. Last night on CSI: New York Detective Bonaserra mispronounced "hexagonal." It's one of those words, like photography, that should be pronounced similarly to its root word, but isn't. She pronounced it hex-uh-gon'-ul instead of the accepted hex-ag'-un-ul. This was just the last in a long line of flubs and insults to the viewers' intelligence. One episode that I've already ranted about here was the one where Grissom on the original CSI mistakenly identified a wrecking bar as a tire iron. Another time on one of the shows someone was alledgedly poisioned with Selenium from a dandruff shampoo, which is very slightly feasible on its face, but the shampoo supposedly used was prescription Nizoral, which is a fungicide and contains no selenium sulfide. Head and Shoulders Intensive Care would have been a better choice. In addition to these factual errors, the shows constantly put CSI's in positions they would never occupy in real life. Crime Scene Invesigators would not carry weapons and interrogate suspects. That would be left to detectives. CSI's would not be mucking about in the lab either. That would be the purview of laboratory technicians. The procedural errors on the shows abound. I know the average television viewer probably wouldn't notice a lot of this and that most of it doesn't detract from the story too greatly and that the way they have CSI's crossing occupational boundaries is probably more interesting than representing it the way it really is, but perhaps it should occur to someone that they're pandering to the lowest common denominator among potential viewers and that perhaps upgrading the intelligence level of the production might go a long way toward raising the water level of prime time television to where more than the shallowest-draw boats will rise off the bottom.

My television watching has changed over the years. About the only constants are the news and hockey games. Even so, I watch less of those two than I used to. I watch more football, fewer (not less) sitcoms. I like the darker series on the high-dollar channels like "Deadwood," "Six Feet Under," "Dead Like Me," "Dexter," "Rome," and even The "Sopranos." The quality of the writing, direction, and acting is so much better than the pablum the networks feed us. And don't get me started about reality shows. If there's no movie I want to see on, then there's nothing on television as far as I'm concerned. Thank goodness for those obsolete things called books.


Saturday, January 20, 2007     Speaking of Books. . .
(6:14 pm)

The Waldenbooks at the Kanawha Mall is going, going, gone! As of nine tonight it is no more. Over the past couple of weeks they've had great deals on books. They were selling everything in the store at 40% off, with the bargain books at 75% off. Yesterday the bargain racks were everything for a dollar. I got some nice books, including one written by an old friend. I'll have to call him up and have him autograph it for me.

Quote of the Day: "The line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either, but right through every human heart, and through all human hearts. This line shifts. Inside us, it oscillates with the years. "

-- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

I've been working toward converting this page to CSS2 and XHTML Strict. I've dumped all tables except the one that contains the links at the bottom. I've used stylesheets to lay the page out, like a good little coder (or is that cootie?). You probably won't notice much, if any, difference in the way things look or function right away, but eventually it will all change for the better and I'll try to follow the advice of the W3C on most matters. I've never been one for external rules, but following standards when it comes to such things as authoring, scripting, and programming is probably a good thing to do.

I won't tell you what Ann did, but I'm still snickering at the odd moment. . .


Tuesday, January 23, 2007     Worlds of Ideas
(11:36 am)

Sometimes I get a notion in my head and end up following it around for days, sometimes up to months. One I've been playing with recently is using the earth and moon in various settings to diverse purposes. I included one of those here on January Eighth.This is another one, I think more elegant than the first. Perhaps I should find another use for this one.

Worlds of Ideas

This is just a rough prototype. In the finished version, if I find a purpose for it and a reason to continue refining it, I will align the worlds' shadows to match the light cast on the letters. Still, all in all, I think it's an attractive maniuplation of the physical and the world of ideas. . .

Quote of the Day: "It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it."

-- Aristotle

The field of candidates running for President of the United States next year is already crowded on both sides of the political spectrum. I anticipate Ralph Nader and the other nutcakes to crawl out of the woodwork and screw things up royally any minute now. There are, so far, nine Democrats and nine Republicans with hats in the ring. Soon we'll have to get a bigger ring.


Wednesday, January 24, 2007     Hazy Shade of Winter
(10:41 am)

But look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around, leaves are brown
Theres a patch of snow on the ground...

-- Simon & Garfunkel, Hazy Shade of Winter

A patch here and there is all we have. The snow is drifting down like miniscule bits of confetti, not dense enough to obscure even a single blade of grass. It's like Nature wants to keep us aware that snow is a possibility without committing the resources to the project -- rather like Bush and his war in Iraq.

Today's quote is certainly a familiar one, at least the last bit of it, yet many have no idea who originally said these portentous words. I try to keep them firmly in my mind, as the words themselves admonish.

Quote of the Day: "Watch your thoughts; they become your words. Watch your words; they become your actions. Watch your actions; they become your habits. Watch your habits; they become your character. Watch your character for it will become your destiny. If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?"

-- Rabbi Hillel

The first time I saw these words was on a bottle of Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Castile Soap. I'm sure I used more of it than necessary just so I could buy a new bottle to see what wisdom it had to impart.

Once or twice in a decade I get the strong urge to get together with other people and play some music. I'm in that mode right now. It's probably due to having some new musical gear. Still, I'd love to make some music that wasn't wholly my own, or at least I'd like to figure out a way to do some multi-track recording so I could at least play with myself (so to speak!). Since I broke my leg three and a half years ago, I've lost touch with nearly everyone I used to hang out with. Since I got canned at the bar where I ran sound sporadically (money dispute) I don't get the chance to even listen to live music, much less participate in it. The music scene around here is a lot like everything else: cliques. It seems that people think that they already know everyone they need to know and don't have time for anyone new to come into their circle. Younger people haven't gotten into this mindset as yet, but then most of them have little desire to jam with a geezer like me, particularly since I'm not of the same cut as they are. I am wholly self-taught with all the possible bad habits I can have playing a guitar, and none of the virtues of having had formal instruction. I can't read music and don't have more than an intuitive understanding of musical structures. I've tried studying such things on my own, but never seem to get far. If someone shows me something and has a little patience, I can pick it up and refine it, but seldom does anyone deign to show me (or anyone else for that matter) anything unless payment is forthcoming. I'm an odd bird in that respect (and possibly many others as well) in that I will share my knowledge of things with anyone interested without thought of payment or other recompense. I've had people act astonished at this, like it was a cardinal sin against Capital to do so. That's probably why I live constantly in Fiscal Hell. Trouble is, I think information should be freely distributed, whether it be the daily newspaper, educational material, or how to knowledge. That's just how I see it.


Thursday, January 25, 2007     January in My Soul
(3:26 pm)

Today I started brushing up on my JavaScript. I used to write things in it quite frequently, but I've gotten out of practice. Fortunately there's Web Monkey to help me get my chops back. My back has been killing me the past few days so it's difficult for me to settle into any one activity for any length of time, so today I've been going back and forth among several stations: the computer, the dining room table (where I have my reading and writing materials for my book and other projects), the kitchen sink (washing dishes in installments), and my guitar amplifier. I can't stand and play guitar for more than a few minutes at a time and even at that I have to bend over to plug and unplug and turn my foot pedal on and off, so that hurts. I refuse to sit in the chair in the living room and watch televsion until after dinner. I've managed to get through two days of the JavaScript tutorial so far today, plus I've written a script to change the color of calendar months when the month changes, so I'm happy with progress. I just happen to remember the days when I programmed in Clipper, BASIC, and C and did much more in a day's time.

Quote of the Day: "A blank page is God's way of showing you how hard it is to be God."

-- Anonymous

I wonder if the gods look back at times when they held greater sway and feel like they're getting old, even though they be immortal? I wonder if the gods feel the pain and frustration of being disregarded as we humans do? I wonder whether the gods would turn back time if they could and if they did would they then realize that this time line will inevitably be different that what they erased with the wave of their omnipotent hands?

Digital Camera Image [2007_0103Image0003] [Canon EOS 20D, ISO 100, Program AE, 1/60, f/4.5, Buit-in Flash, Tamron 28-300 mm LD lens @ 57 mm]
"Two Out of Three"

These are two of my guitars. I have a third. Perhaps I'll take a shot of it as well. I need to get another guitar. My son has four now. Can't let him pull ahead of me! I gave him the first two, a VOX Cheetah and a Gibson SG that I heavily modified. Christmas 2005 I gave him the Lauren acoustic I picked up at the flea market. Recently he bought an Ibanez solid body electric. I need something like a Strat or a Les Paul Double Cut, maybe a PRS. If those people in Indiana and Missouri and places quit winning my Powerball jackpots I'll be able to get a sizeable collection of nice guitars.


Sunday, January 28, 2007     Snowflakes & Politics
(1:16 pm)

I woke up this morning to a substantial snow event. The flakes were large and plentiful. The car was covered with a little over an inch or dense, wet snow. [As I was about to write the next sentence the wind picked up and blew my blind on the windward end of the porch out of its mooring behind the bistro chairs weighted down with potting soil and ice melt. The porch was covered and I swept the snow off the carpet for the seventh time today. I'd spread some urea on the sidewalks earlier, but now the section that makes to corner and extends to the side door and the front steps needed more. Even as I write this, the snow and wind have died down again. It's going to be an oscillating day.] The snow waned and Ann cleaned the van off so I could drop her off at work. Snow's pretty, but it sure makes things inconvenient.

Quote of the Day: "You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is suffering enough for anyone."

-- John Ciardi (poet, translator, and former adolescent)

I've been looking at the Democratic field for the Presidental Primary next year. I'm not especially impressed with Hillary or Obama, or any of the others. Edwards seems to be on the up side of mediocre, too, but most of the rest are dead square in the middle or sliding off the lower edge of mediocrity. Kucinich is smarter and more aligned with the way I think, but he's geeky enough to not stand any more of a chance now than he did in 2004. The one Democrat that I think should be the first non-white male President hasn't declared so far and probably won't. He's competent where he is and likes what he does, unlike his old man: Jesse Jackson, Jr. Junior is an eloquent speaker, smart, competent, and honest (near as I can tell). I've heard him speak (on C-SPAN) several times, and every time I'm more impressed. I would not vote for Al Franken or Bill Maher. I might vote for Harry Anderson or Brad Whitford. I might even vote for Ben Affleck. Tim Robbins? Definitely!

I played a tune on a nice 1991 Martin guitar yesterday at the flea market. They wanted too much for it. I'd love to have a Martin, but I can't really justify buying one. I'd love to have a top shelf Les Paul, too, but unless I was playing for pay I couldn't justify that either. Someday I might get a cheaper Les Paul (not an Epiphone or copy either), but then again I might not. Someone in Arizona won the Powerball yesterday. I'm starting to think I'll never have my guitar collection.


Tuesday, January 30, 2007     Has Anybody Seen Me Lately?
(2:26 pm)


Quote of the Day: "A general dissolution of Principles and manners will more surely overthrow the liberties of America than the whole force of the common enemy. While the people are virtuous, they cannot be subdued; but when once they lose their virtue, they will be ready to surrender their liberties to the first external or internal invader... If virtue and knowledge are diffused among the people, they will never be enslaved. This will be their great security."

-- Samuel Adams, American Patriot & Politician

I'm in a foul funk. Don't bother me.

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