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Sunday, June 1, 2003
(11:33 am)

My daughter, Margaret, brought my second granddaughter into this world at 11:28 Friday night. Little Gretchen Irene weighed in at 7 pounds and 11 ounces, exactly the same as her mother did a little over 24 years ago. Mother and daughter are doing fine. Hannah is with her paternal grandmother for a few days and has yet to meet her little sister. Being a big sister is a great responsibility. I hope she fulfills it well.

Speaking of Hannah, here's one I took of her either Christmas or her birthday -- I'm thinking Christmas.

I am NOT happy!  C-076

(8:21 pm)

I had something to say. . . until I sat down, set up this month's page, moved May's page to the archives, made a new header graphic, and added May to the archives index page. I wonder why I forgot what it was?

Monday, June 2, 2003
(10:17 pm)

I had my first physical therapy session today for my ankle. Boy, am I sore. My doctor wanted me to have three sessions a week for five weeks. He didn't think my HMO would go for that so he prescribed two a week for five weeks. My HMO approved two a week for three weeks. Isn't this a great country where any accountant or MBA can practice medicine?

Look closely. They've cut three pound cans of coffee (48 ounces) to a mere 39 ounces and no one raised a stink. Now they're working on ice cream. Ruggles brand and a couple others have cut their half gallon packages to 1.75 quart. We're paying more for less and quite content to do so. We're sheep. We're consumers, not customers. We're statistics, not individuals. We let this happen. We need a popular uprising, but that will never happen. Sheep don't rebel. Sheep get shorn and slaughtered for the mutton.

Quote of the Day: "Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -- Douglas Adams

No pictures of Gretchen yet. Probably later this week. I don't have the ready cash to have the two rolls of film I already have in the can processed, and the pics of Gretchen are in the camera still. I think most of the pics of her were taken with Margaret's Nikon, so I'll have to wait on her to get them processed. Maybe I can beg use of them long enough to scan a few.

Wednesday, June 4, 2003
(9:15 am)

Rain. It seems like some of the crops are drowning in the fields. The outlying areas must have gotten more rain than in the city, because my garden is doing fantastically. If only I were. . . Since I started physical therapy and trying to diligently do my stretches and exercises, I've not been so sore since the morphine wore off in the hospital.

The rain affects my mood. I feel listless, sleepy, depressed.

Quote of the Day: "These capitalists generally act harmoniously and in concert to fleece the people. " -- Abraham Lincoln (In the Illinois Legislature, January 1837)

Counter-Quote of the Day: "If this were a dictatorship, it would be a heck of a lot easier, just so long as I'm the dictator." -- George W. Bush

What about the WMD (W's Massive Deception)? Bush Lite was lying. Clinton lied about having an affair. They impeached him. Bush has lied about nearly everything that is of any importance to the citizens of the U.S. When are they going to impeach him? We live in a dictatorship. Is there any doubt that Bush/Cheney/Powell/Rice/Rumsfeld/Ashcroft will be re-elected? Is there any doubt that in 2008 a way will be found to perpetuate this vile, hateful administration?

Here's a new pictue of Hannah, this time with a better attitude. . .


Friday, June 6, 2003
(1:04 pm)

Michael Powell, son of Colin Powell, Chairman of the FCC, has changed the rules governing media ownership. Now a single company can own multiple radio and television stations and a newspaper in the same market, in all but the smallest markets. There was great public outcry against this change in rules. Close to 99 percent of the more than 750,000 comments the FCC received were opposed to ending the limits. This opposition is bipartisan. Powell and his fellow commissioners charged ahead with the changes, completely ignoring the wishes of the public. In any coup d'etat one of the primary things to do is to control the media. But, I repeat myself. See my May 29th entry for the rest.

I'd suggest that everyone write their congressmen and Senators, e-mail, call, and send letters to the FCC, but I'm convinced it would do exactly no good. The bastards have us. Soon there will be no local anything. All the restaurants will be chains, all the stores, all the media, eventually even the hospitals and law firms. More and more power concentrated in the hands of fewer and fewer. Technology makes it harder to commit crimes, so when the unemployment rate is 40% and welfare is non-existent, the 'hot' industry will be private prisons, owned by a Bermuda-based corporation that also owns about 1/3 of the media outlets in the country. The prisoners, many of whom are laid off reporters, disc jockeys, and technicians, can then operate the media at zero cost to the owners. What a country!

Quote of the Day: "I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man. " -- Thomas Jefferson

Diddle, diddle, dumplin', my son Sean. . . C-076
"Where'd You Get That Hat?"

Saturday, June 7, 2003
(11:42 pm)

My well-travelled bowling ball (C-076)
"Private Eye"

Quote of the Day: "Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart." -- Arnold H. Glasgow

I've been working on a series of drawings/paintings with watercolor pencils and crayons. So far I've done four. The first one I did last summer while I was laid up with the broken leg (as opposed to the screwed up leg I now have). It's not particularly stunning. Two of the other three are done from pcitures I found online. One was in a SPAM ad for a men's magazine. The other, I think, was in a newsgroup somewhere. In all cases, I just liked the tilt of the head, the way her hair fell. I'd like to have a live model to work with, but that's difficult considering I only care to draw/paint striking women. They typically don't want to pose for me. I guess if my name was Picasso or Kinkade. . .

Monday, June 9, 2003
(11:06 pm)

Hectic, busy, irritating day. Physical Therapy -- 8 AM, world's most expensive oil change -- 10 AM. Lunch -- Noon. New front tires -- 1:00 pm, pick up daughter to take her to grocery store. Three grocery stores and 40-some miles later, fill up tank, back to Sears to have the tires checked because of some vibration. 10:45 PM -- New Jersey Devils win third Stanley Cup in nine years.

I think my leg.ankle.foot is getting better. It still hurts like hell most of the time. Doctor's appointment tomorrow, nutritionist Wednesday, Physical Tormentor again Thursday. I have Friday off. We're so broke. . .

Quote of the Day: "Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together." -- Vincent Van Gogh

Our garden is going great. There's a sunflower blooming already. The lavender is insane. The nasturtiums are prolific. The yarrow is bent on taking over the world. The echinacea is tall and starting to flower. The yellow day lily is gorgeous. So are the osteospermum, the pansies, the petunias, the impatiens, and the Russian sage. The four o'clocks out back are starting to bloom. The beans and scarlet creeper are beginning to climb. We had to stake the tomato plants. One plant has 15 tomatoes starting. The red bell pepper plant has a pepper larger than an 11-year old's fist. Barring a catastrope, this looks like a wonderful year for growing things. Even the garlic, shallots, and gourds I planted are coming up.

If anyone is interested, here's a photo of my studio, taken from the French doors between it and the living room. The room to the rear is a bathroom. This was taken with available light, camera hand-held. Since this was taken, I've reupholstered my drawing table chair, put a drawing top on the table farthest to the left and rearranged a few other things, but this is essentially it.

Such as it is. . . (C-076)

Tuesday, June 10, 2003
(9:55 pm)

Thought for the Day: There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra than Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2020, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections who have no idea what to to with them.

Doctor's appointment went well. Devils are still Stanley Cup champions. Guess there's nothing I can do about that. . .

Friday, June 13, 2003
(9:15 am)

I know, I've been lax in making entries here. I've had a lot on my mind this week, plus there have been a lot of thunderstorms, so the computer's been off a lot. I've also had two PT appointments, a doctor's appointment, and a nutritionist appointment, so it's been a hectic week, sort of. . . Mostly it's been the things on my mind.

Speaking of nutrition, diet, and the like. Mine's going well. I'm into pants four sizes smaller than on May first. I've lost at least 15 pounds. My nutritionist, Megan, is great. She says my dedication to improving my health is inspirational. Personally, I think she's the one who inspires.

Quote of the Day: "Success is not to be pursued; it is to be attracted by the person we become." -- Jim Rohn

Earlier this spring I planted some bamboo out back next to the rear fence. All the rain we've been having caused it to rot in the ground. The front garden is doing great, though. So are the tomatoes and beans in the garden patch out back. The last heavy rain we had nearly drowned my poor thyme. It knocked my parsley plants down, but they sprung back. The yarrow in the front is splayed out and intruding on its neighbors, lavender and nasturtium. I love growing things. I think I'll start some more sprouts this weekend. Megan mentioned wheat grass. I think I'll look into growing that, too.

Sunday, June 15, 2003
(9:56 am)

My mind is swirling like a malestrom. I can't latch onto any one thought and hold it long enough to follow it to any resolution. I can't seem to sketch or sit still long enough to do anything of an artistic nature. I had lunch yesterday with my nutritionist/massage therapist friend, Megan. I noticed that our conversation during lunch and after was like that too. I kept bouncing off metaphorical walls.

I've been playing my guitars a lot lately, especially my twelve-string. I printed lyrics to some old songs I love and have been singing them. The ones I keep going back to are Van Morrison's "Browneyed Girl," The Traveling Wilburys' "Handle With Care" and "End of the Line," and Tom Petty's "Freefallin'." I've added these to "Lucky Man" by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer, several Eagles songs, and a couple of my own compositions. When I play my electric guitar, I play along with some midi files: Santana's "Black Magic Woman"and "Smooth," Steppenwolf's "Born to Be Wild" (this one I belt out at the top of my lungs), Oasis's "Look Back In Anger," ZZ Top's "LaGrange" and "Tush," a couple of different blues numbers, Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall," some old R&B numbers, "Pipeline," The Beatles' "Come Together," and several others including Steely Dan, Lynnard Skynnard, and Alan Parsons Project. Now why did I decide to share this bit of useless information with the world? Who knows! See what I mean? Another wall bounced off of. . .

Quote of the Day: "Each one of us, in his timidity, has a limit beyond which he is outraged. It is inevitable that he who by concentrated application has extended this limit for himself, should arouse the resentment of those who have accepted conventions which, since accepted by all, require no initiative of application. And this resentment generally takes the form of meaningless laughter or of criticism, if not persecution. But this apparent violation is preferable to the monstrous habits condoned by etiquette and estheticism." -- Man Ray, Paris 1934

Looks like dried paint and worn asphaltic concrete pavement to me. . . (C-076)
"Jackson Pollock's Driveway"

Monday, June 16, 2003
(10:20 pm)

It's been a rainy day. Flooding all around me. This morning when I went to my physical therapy, there was water covering the entire intersection next to the therapist's office. There was a lot more serious flooding than that, too.

It was a good day for cataloguing regrets. A good day for playing guitar and thinking about the future and the past and letting the present idle. It was a good day for Za-Zen and seltzer water.

I got a couple of short rolls of film processed today. I'll most likely scan them in tomorrow and start posting some of the more interesting ones up here.

It's getting close to time to pay for the next year's service at my web host. I don't have the money right now. Anyone have any odd jobs I can do for a couple hundred bucks between now and July first? If I don't come up with the cash, this site will be gone. So will the few e-mail accounts I've set up for friends and relatives. My apologies in advance, just in case. Anyone want to buy some old 8mm Swedish Erotica skin flicks? Cheap?

Tuesday, June 17, 2003
(2:18 pm)

Isn't falling in love wonderful? I've fallen in love with two things: Watercolor pencils and brown eyes. Here's a recent homage to both:

Derwent and Staedtler Karat watercolor pencils and Caran d'Ache Neocolor II watercolor crayons.
"Browneyed Girl"

I feel waterlogged. The rain has me down. Now the heat will begin and I'll either be uncomfortably hot and humid or I'll be unnaturally airconditioned. Hobson would have liked this choice. . .

A dear friend of mine has her own web site up and running. Check out the many talents of Terri Bradshaw (no, not the dorky football commentator).

Thursday, June 19, 2003
(7:25 pm)

I just don't feel like writing anything here. The impending end of this project, and not because I want it to end, is weighing heavy on my mind. It makes me sad.

two iris shots (C-079)

Sunday, June 22, 2003
(12:32 pm)

Yesterday was my son's 21st birthday. We took him out to a local bar for a few drinks. We saw a fellow from North Carolina, Leisure McCorkle, play an opening set, followed by a local group called Freak Tent. Their bass player is incredible. He has to rank up there with Jaco Pastorius and Stanley Clarke. No, I'm not kidding. He's that good.

It's a beautiful day today. Sunny, light breeze, moderate temperatures. My nasturtium is blooming, reds and oranges -- no yellow ones yet. The bees are crazy about our garden.

I just want a hamburger. . .

A partially stripped HVAC grate from our house, crack courtesy of our front steps.  (C-078)
"The Matrix"

Tuesday, June 24, 2003
(5:15 pm)

"Not with a bang, but a whimper. . ."

Friday, June 27, 2003
(1:57 pm)

If everyone obeyed all traffic laws, the world would be a lot less interesting place. . .

Quote of the Day: "Our individual lives cannot, generally, be works of art unless the social order is also. " -- Charles Horton Cooley

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