...And The Waves

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I was going to just post it, and then it occurred to me what day it is.

One year ago, that bitch showed up.

I was still in a self imposed exile at Barger.
Incommunicado.

Must have been going home early for Labor Day. I remember hearing something on the radio about the weather, but I've never really paid to much attention to that sort of thing.

And then I turned on the t.v. at Mom's house. Hadn't watched t.v. in months, I guess. Flipped right over to CNN.

And wept.

There's a certain dichotomy here. Walking On Sunshine is a fun song. Used to remind me of Ange. Now, it's the name of the band that sticks in my head. I know it seems flip to post that, but I don't mean it that way.

So, she gets that, and one more, and then I'll post the playlist.

"A year she said and you shook your head
Said I'’m surprised it'’s gone on that long
Baby, baby, baby bitch
For words I am at a loss"

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Evening.
Or morning.
Whatever.
I can't sleep.

I like this set. I can't seem to find the thread, but I think it all goes together somehow.

Goddess On A Hiway, Mercury Rev

Five On It (Remix), Luniz, featuring Dru Down, E-40, Richie Rich, Shock G, Spice 1

Empire (Video), Kasabian

Finch On A Saturday, Horse Feathers

Yeah, alright maybe it doesn't all go well together, but that's tonight's set.

Much love, many blessings

Via The Babbling Academy

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<something witty>I got nothing, sorry</something witty>

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Processed Beats, Kasabian

Lost Souls Forever, Kasabian

F-Stop Blues, Jack Johnson

Behind The Sun, Red Hot Chili Peppers

Dumb, Nirvana

Hotdog In A Hallway, NOFX

Dying, Hole

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<close>Many blessings</close>

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George Washington

My buddy Kevin turned me on to this video. I laugh my ass off everytime I see it.

What a week I've had!

Housesitting.

Never really minded doing it before, but I've been at it for three weeks now, for three different houses. I have to be at Kevin's house at least every six hours, have to be at my house twice a day, and on top of that, I've been helping out in northeast for the last four days or so. Plus a very brief side trip over Cornelius Pass to see Miss Anne and Husbot! Am glad things are calming down again tomorrow.

I have to pick up Ericka and Kevin at the airport, at which time Ericka will learn that Holly's tumor has come back with a vengeance. :( Kevin knows, but we both figure that there's no point in making the South Dakota visit any more unpleasant than necessary, so Ericka hasn't been told yet. I really hope that they can treat this, but it's moved pretty aggressively in the last five days or so.

On the positive side, the momma kitty that adopted Kevin and Ericka's porch has decided to trust me. That may have something to do with the fact that I feed her. She sure looks like she needs it. So skinny! The babies (actually, I've only seen one, but Kevin says there are three) only stare from a distance. Such a beautiful little cat. It's a little white puff ball, with grey ears, nose, and tail, and brilliant blue eyes. I am having a very hard time not adopting them, but I really don't have the space. Besides, I think Baby and Bitch would be furious at me if I brought home kittens.

Gonna try to get down to Eugene in the next day or so to see my brother. He's really enjoying the new job. That makes me happy. I'm so proud of him.

Anyway, I'm gonna go lurk at a few blogs, might post a tune or two at one of the MRR type blogs.

Much love, many blessings.

Of Bikes and Books

So.

I've been riding the old Schwinn around the bike trails on Clinton Street. It's been years since I rode a bike last. It's really the only kind of exercise I enjoy enough to do regularly. And since Nate and Katie are back this week, I'll probably get in a few rides with them. I have to get a mountain bike. Trying to keep up while riding a heavy, single speed cruiser is not fun. Hills are fucking miserable.

Picked up Watership Down tonight while visiting Kevin and Ericka. Great book. I think I've only read it once since high school, so this'll be a treat. I started it at midnight, and I'm 97 pages in. Also picked up a Tom Robbins novel that Kevin recommended. Another Roadside Attraction is the title. So far, I've never been disappointed with his choice in literature. Tom Robbins will, however, have to wait until I finish reading about Fiver and Hazel.

Um...

Did I mention that I just finished The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy? How in the hell did I miss this book? I've never even picked up a Douglas Adams novel, but it's had the same effect on me as On A Pale Horse (Piers Anthony is a god). I have to get my hands on everything this guy wrote, and read it quick. akaHusbot was kind enough to loan me the original BBC six part mini-series, along with the book. Am planning on taking that over to enjoy with Kevin and Ericka.

I was gonna bitch about a few things, but this post just seems so nice and upbeat, I'm gonna leave it alone.

Many blessings!

Nothing in particular

Just a few quick thoughts, I've got work to do.

I saw Whit again for the first time since she got married. Weird. Heard her say "my husband." That was just bizarre. Good discussion, though. We talked about the links between the decimation of the Amazon, and the lemming march of the glaciers in Greenland and Antarctica.

My brother (Quintus, in the pics on the bike) just got offered a job at the Bier Stein, as general manager. He's 22 years old, I told him that he should take it, great people to work for. Pays pretty good, too.

And in other news, the MRR blogger ladies have set up a couple of fantastic alt blogs.

Here they are

Wil's new blog

Shell's (OUR) MRR Blog

OMFG!

LAMONT!

w00t!

We won one.

Less than 100 days out.

Save Sam Seder while you're celebrating.

Keep working.

LAMONT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

C'mon, baby.

Time to see that Liebermortis.

Matt Taibbi bitch-slaps David Brooks

Brooks is the perfect priest of American conservatism, and by conservatism I don't mean the bloodthirsty, gun-toting, go-back-to-Africa, welfare-bashing right-winger conservatism of the NRA and Sean Hannity and the Bible Belt. I mean the dickless, power-worshipping, good-consumer pragmatic conservatism of Times readers and those other Bobos in Paradise who have exquisitely developed taste in furniture, coffee and television programming but would rather leave the uglier questions of politics to more decisive people, so long as they aren't dangerous radicals like Michael Moore or Markos Zuniga.

That's why the marriage of David Brooks and the Democratic Leadership Council makes perfect sense. It's repugnant and the kind of thing one should shield young children from knowing about, but it makes perfect sense. Both prefer a policy of being "cautious soldiers," "incrementalists" who shun upheavals and vote the status quo, although they subscribe to this policy for different reasons. Brooks worships the status quo because he has no penis and wants to spend the rest of his life buying periwinkle bath towels without troubling interruptions of conscience. The DLC, a nonprofit created in the mid-1980s to help big business have a say in the Democratic Party platform, supports the status quo because they are paid agents of the commercial interests that define it.

Even Falafel Bill agrees.