green libertarian

water and flowers

2008-04-05T18:23:00.000-07:00

Greetings net-o-philes!

Random thoughts for this spring, tho we had SNOW again yesterday.
/sigh

Bring on the Spring!

Please!

Went to the local Conservatory today, oh my, the blooming plants, the aroma was delicious upon entrance, and I suppose would have sent a person with hard core pollen allergies into shock!

Outside the Conservatory, the Crocus were making a valient and very colorful effort to "show their stuff"in spite of the inch or so of snow covering them.

So I go inside, to the warmth and wetness...

"She heard no sound before her gate,
Though very quiet was her bower.
All was as her hand had left it late:
The needle slept on the broidered vine,
Where the hammer & spikes of the passion-flower
Her fashioning did wait."

-Helen Gray Cone,
1859-1934.

The passion of the vine...

And to the oddities:

Musical interlude...

Your love is rain
My heart the flower
I need your love or i will die
My very life is your power
Will i wither and fade or bloom to the sky

Aqua de beber
Give the flower water to drink
Aqua de beber
Give the flower water to drink

The rain can fall
On distant deserts
The rain can fall upon the sea
The rain can fall upon the flower
Since the rain has to fall let it fall on me

Aqua de beber
Give the flower water to drink
Aqua de beber
Give the flower water to drink

OK, back to our regularly scheduled programming...

Hope you enjoyed.

You can never hold back Spring.
Peace.
Out.

This Is My 100th Blog Post

2007-11-10T18:19:00.000-08:00

OK, so I've been out of touch, hiding out, some might say, just had bloggers's block...

Oh well.

WHATEVER! (Some of you will know what that is.)

So, oil is hovering around $100 a bbl, gas, three and change.

Flashback:

It's early June, 1974, last week of school, and I'm a sophomore in high school. For our World History class, the last couple of days, sort of a vacation present, we watched Lawrence of Arabia. I was riveted. Oh, I had studied the so called "Arab-Israeli Conflict", back in 9th grade, and touched upon it again in this history class.

At the beginning of the school year, there was the Yom Kippur war and then the 6 month long Arab oil embargo, cause the '73 oil crisis, which didn't end until March of '74. Gas lines, price tripled, rationing, oh great, just a couple of months before I was to get my drivers' license (and I couldn't fucking WAIT for that), and now I'm screwed, won't even be able to afford gas. I was so sick of riding my bike over to my gf's house and trying to "make-out" on her parents' couch while they were away for a bit. I wanted to "makeout" like like every other red-blooded american boy, on the bench seat of my parents' station wagon, at the local Drive-In.

Sure, there was some historical revisionism in the movie Lawrence of Arabia, but still, it was a HELL of a story and a cinematic masterpiece, one of the top 10 films of all time.

And what was the top song of the time?
How ironic.

One of the biggest hits of the early '70s, "Midnight at the Oasis" took Maria Muldauer from being an eclectic folkie to a bona fide pop star. The entire song and record are built around the atmosphere, which is so sensual and evocative that it was probably one of the most replayed records of the era and also may be responsible for the most pregnancies from a record during the mid-'70s. The sprightly, uptempo rhythm and melody, which is vaguely blues-based, sway as seductively as a belly dancer, cleverly echoing the lyrics which tell a near-cinematic fantasy of a Middle Eastern romance (this was acceptable on the pop charts in the mid-'70s) that made it an R-rated AM delight. Maria Muldauer's kittenish vocal is perfect for the song, yet the real stars of the record may be the sweeping string arrangement by Nick DeCaro and Amos Garrett's extraordinary electric guitar work. Heavily influenced by Les Paul, Garrett's jazzy, slithering style colors the song with a sweet and sour series of fills and solos, which helped the song become both a commercial and critically successful crossover record. All of these elements were flawlessly pulled together by a production team of Lenny Waronker and Joe Boyd, as well as engineer Lee Hirshberg, who's warm, clear sonics made this one of the finest-sounding records of the 1970s. Some may find it hard to believe that one of the biggest fans of the record was none other than Led Zeppelin mastermind Jimmy Page .

Henry Freaking Kissinger came up with a plan in 1974 for America to achieve energy independence...
Can you believe that?

It ain't worth dealing with the various tribal factions in the mid-east, nor do we need their oil, we only get 15% of our imported oil from there anyway. Easily saved by conservation, or taking over Canada's supplies. heh.

Do you know where you're going to?

Another big hit from 1974:

Just friends? Nope, not hardly.

peace out.

I remain,
Green Libertarian.
Google it.

Oh, and is are children learning? I sure freaking hope so.

How Come?

2007-08-29T00:51:00.000-07:00

First, a report from the anti-war vigil I attended tonight:

My friend Paul, the Community College Prof who got kicked out as a teacher from the Jesuit university that my daughter plans to attend for berating their administration for not allowing "The Vagina Monologues" to be performed on campus had called me today to see what was up and whether I was going to the vigil against the war. Told him I was and I'd talk to him more there. I think he wants me to present at some sort of Bioneers thing that is happening here in Oct.

I drove downtown from a church thing with some anarchists (useless meeting, big surprise) on the west side of town for the vigil, got there a bit late. It was at the Tom Foley Federal Courthouse, directly across the street from the DeathStar, the Spokesman-Review's headquaters building. About 50 people there, not the largest gathering we've had, not the smallest either.

Saw my friend Bart, a former candidate for US House, retired teacher, Lands Council Board member, and long time activist. Wants me to come out to his house for a solar assessment. Saw my friend Tom and his son, Tom's the GU Philosophy professor and avowed Marxist. He and I almost got arrested at the 4th of July protest thing with the anarchists in the park. (18 people arrested for exercising their free speech rights on Independence Day.)

Later Tom gave a rousing speech to the group. Finally saw my friend Paul and his girlfriend, but never did get a chance to talk to him, and he didn't come on our walk from the Federal Building over to the park to put symbolic dog tags on the runner statues.

One of the speakers I'd never met before, but have seen him on the newspapers blogs. He's a retired Optometry doc, now a minister (I think) and runs a soup kitchen downtown at the big Methodist church. Also a Vietnam era vet, who served in Panama, not 'Nam. He's also on the board of PFlag Spokane. Great guy, we had a long talk afterwords. He had been a student of Bart's when Bart was a teacher. Also at the vigil, well, last time Chad Mitchell was there (he's from Spokane), but this time a wasn't but he wrote a song for the event, and another long time activist sung it and played guitar. We also had the Raging Grannies. Also saw my good friend Marianne from the Peace and Justice Action League. The mother of a female captain helo pilot who joined in 98 to do search and rescue missions for the Army, but is now in Iraq spoke very eloquently. Made me cry. All the names of the dead from the war from WA were read out loud. Very emotional. Had a few heckles but mostly support from passers-by.

Now for the main dish. Never saw the movie this is from, but the song and vid rocks, I think.

Love the one you're with.
In the end, the love you get is equal to the love you give. (paraphrasing)

Peace out.
GL

People on the street now
Faces long and grim
Souls are feeling heavy
And faith is growing thin
Fears are getting stronger
You can feel them on the rise
Hopelessness got some by the throat you can see it in their eyes
I said how come
How come
Everybody on a shoestring
Everybody in a hole
Everybody crossing their fingers and toes
Government man spin his politics till he got you pinned
Everybody trying to reach out to each other
But they don't know where to begin
I said how come
I can't tell
the free world
from living hell
I said how come
How come
all I see
is a child of god
in misery
I said how come the pistol now as profit
The bullet some kind of lord and king
But pain is the only promise that this so called savior is going to bring
Love can be a liar
And justice can be a thief
And freedom can be an empty cup from which everybody want to drink
I said how come
I can't tell
the free world
from living hell
I said how come
How come
all i see
is a child of god
in misery
I said how come
Its just man killing man
Killing man
Killing man
Killing man
Killing man
I don't understand
Its just man killing man

Ray LaMontagne - How Come

Speaking of which:

Eco-Note to you ladies sans partners, or with lame partners

2007-08-19T19:14:00.000-07:00

Weak tongued jerks...

Antiblushing pills...

paz y amor, y cuelgue diaz

2007-08-14T22:30:00.000-07:00

Damn hippies from Cleveland, like Kucinich, i.e. Kook-spinach.

Department of Peace, cha, right...

I mean, Cleveland rocks and all but, c'mon.

Not to mention them damn hippies from Alaska... commie pinko dope smoking bastards...

I remain,
unbanned in DC.
Green Libertarian

What is hip?

So ya wanna dump out yo' trick bag.
Ease on in a hip thang,
But you ain't just exactly sure what's hip.

So you started to let your hair grow.
Spent big bucks on your wardrobe.
Somehow, ya know there's much more to the trip.

(refrain #1)
What is hip?
Tell me, tell me, if you think you know.
What is hip?
If you're really hip,
the question, "Will it show?"
You're into a hip trip.
Maybe hipper than hip.
What is hip?
{ Trumpet solo/guitar solo }
(refrain #1 ends)

You became a part of a new breed.
Been smokin' only the best weed.
Hangin' out with the so called "Hippie set."

Seen in all the right places.
Seen with just the right faces.
You should be satisfied, but it ain't quite right.

{ refrain #1 }

Come on!

(refrain #2)
Hipness is. What it is!
Hipness is. What it is!
Hipness is. What it is!
Sometimes hipness is, what it ain't.
(end refrain #2)

{ guitar solo }

You went an' found you a guru.
In an effort to find you a new you,
And maybe even manage to raise your conscious level.

While you're striving to find the right road,
There's one thing you should know,
"What's hip today, might become passe'."

{ refrain #1 }

{ Trumpet solo }

Think about it y'all.

{ keyboard solo }

{ refrain #2 }

What is hip?
Ahhhhhhhhh!
What is hip?
I'd like to know!
What is hip?
Is it in the style of your hair?
What is hip?
Is it in the clothes that you wear?
What is hip?
I'd like to know.
What is hip?
I'd like to know.
What is hip?
What is hip y'all? Hey!
What is hip?
Hey! Oh!
What is hip?
What is hip y'all?
What is hip?
I wanna know.
What is hip?
Ahhhhhhh!
What is hip?
I wanna know what hipness is.

What is hip?
TOWER OF POWER

B-b-b-b-b-baby, you ain't seen nuthin' yet.

The blues

2007-08-12T01:32:00.000-07:00

That is all.

Peace, love, and garlic.

I remain,
Green Libertarian.

Everybody's goin' away
I b'lieve this time they're going to stayyyyy
There's not a soul I know around
Everybody's leavin' town

Some caught a freight, some caught a plane
Find the sunshine, leave the rain
They said this town's a waste of time
I guess they're right, it's wastin' mine

Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues

Ya know my heart keeps tellin' me
"You're not a kid at thirty-three"
(33, I wish...)
"Ya play around, ya lose your wife"
(uh, that was initiated by me, no playing aroud, but a mutual decision...)
"Ya play too long, you lose your life"

I got my pills to ease the pain
Can't find a thing to ease the rain
I'd love to try and settle down
But everybody's leavin' town

Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues

(whistling to end)

Days of future past

2007-07-31T21:44:00.000-07:00

Wow, so it's been since July 4th since I last posted. A fateful day indeed.
But first, let me thank my good friend The Psycho Therapist for brow-beating me to a bloody pulp to post again. And she got me thinking with this little ditty that came to her via my another mutual friend, Pixie. (Altho she seems to have stopped talking to me, but I don't know why.) (((((Pixie))))) But, I digress. Oh yes, Independence Day. Celebrating our FREEDOMS!

Well I was thinking that I needed some sun, some Vitamin D, a little tan maybe, on that fine hot day here in Spokanlooney. I'm extremely white white baby, I thought to myself. So around 3 pm, I grabbed a book on "greenery" and went down to a local Jesuit college next to the river, grabbed my backpack chair, a sody-pop, and setup on the lawn next to the river. Hotter than hell. But I was getting some good sun. Laid out a towel and spread out for awhile. (Oh calm down for god's sakes.)

I walked back to my car and realized, hey, I could use some exercise, so I dumped off my stuff, and walked down to Spokanlooney's Riverfront Park (Site of Expo '74) to check out the Independence day entertainment. I watched a local jazzystyle band play for a bit, then decided to move on. Saw a crowd gathering near another stage... but what followed next was rather disturbing...

I should preface to say that I saw these folks a couple weeks earlier, when Torture Boy Gonzales came to down. Youngsters. Mostly dressed in black. Self-proclaimed anarchists...

And there they were again... Group of maybe 25. Having a vegan picnic on a blanket of the US Stars and Stripes. There were 8 or 10 cops watching them as I arrived. They were displaying signs like "Who's watching the Police?" and "We're not Afraid" and such. There were ALOT of people in the park. I overheard one RentaPig say to another, "Ok you move over to other side, we're going to surround them". To which one of young freedom fighters in black exclaimed "What do you mean you're going to surround us, we're not doing anything wrong!"

So I'm watching this exercise in Free Speech for a bit, and then the cops back off, way off. I think, oh, cool, somebody with some sense told the cops to back the hell off. So I leave that area, make some rounds around the park, and return about 15 minutes later. All hell is about to break loose.

I see a friend of mine, Tom, a professor at the same local Jesuit university, and ask him what the hell is going on, as now there are like 30 cops around. He says one of the kids got arrested and hauled off. Why, I ask? He doesn't know. Now the cops are forming two circles, a tight one around the blackshirted kids, and an outer one, pushing us onlookers back. A cop comes right up my face and says, unless I want to get arrested with "that group", I must move back. I ask him, what are they being arrested for? Cop says, no questions.

My friend Tom and I muse about whether we want to get arrested or not, and decide, naw, not today, anyway. Some of the blackshirted kids left the group, and are yelling things from the crowd. Next thing I know, about 30 cops move in on the group, now numbering 18, and arrest them all, tossing them on the ground, binding their hands with zip ties, and taking them out of the area, 5 or so at a time. people in the crowd were shouting "Let them go, let them go". I started singing, mockingly, "My Country 'Tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty" and got a few folks to join in with me. Then the cops lunged out into the crowd, and threw down and arrested some more of the black-shirted kids... It was all very frightening, in so many ways, and left me quite upset for a couple of days.

Since then, I've spoken in front of the Spokalooney Human Rights Commission about what I witnessed, as has my friend Tom, and others. There's been a quite a problem with the cops in Spokane over the past couple of years... The city is looking at some nasty lawsuits related to police brutality and death by cops... gonna cost us taxpayers millions, is my guess. The cost in humanity, unlimited.

Well I could go on an on about this, and the fascist state that I fear our country is becoming (not to mention the suicidal guy on the bridge last week that the cops drawed their guns on and tried to taser, thus causing him to jump to his death), but I've digressed enough, I do think. And it's a beautiful full moon out.

The"What leading man are you?" test that PT and Pixie linked to revealed this about me, and it's pretty damn accurate:

You are Jimmy Stewart

You scored 14% Tough, 9% Roguish, 61% Friendly, and 14% Charming!

You are the fun and friendly boy next door, the classic nice guy who still manages to get the girl most of the time. You're every nice girl's dreamboat, open and kind, nutty and charming, even a little mischievous at times, but always a real stand up guy. You're dependable and forthright, and women are drawn to your reliability, even as they're dazzled by your sense of adventure and fun. You try to be tough when you need to be, and will gladly stand up for any damsel in distress, but you'd rather catch a girl with a little bit of flair. Your leading ladies include Jean Arthur and Donna Reed, those sweet girl-next-door types.

I know these poor "anarchist" kids are up against big odds with the cops. May be a lost cause, oh well. Tilting at windmills is rather important sometimes. I get my dander up from time to time, and rail about "the man", the power elite, the 1%'ers that control most everything. Mr. Green goes to Washington, as it were, from time to time. I used to speak up quite loudly at the city council meetings, damn near got ejected. Same thing at the County Commissioner meetings about a decade ago, to more reserved. Has to be done sometimes.

A brilliant scene from the end of "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington", when Jeff Smith, after 23 hours of talking sense to the nation, gets hit with 50,000 phony telegrams demanding that he resign. If this scene doesn't move you, then you have a stone heart and a leather soul

I guess this is just another lost cause. One plain simple rule. Love Thy neighbor.

Matthew 22:35 Then one of them, which was a lawyer, asked him a question, tempting him, and saying,
36 Master, which is the great commandment in the law?
37 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.
38 This is the first and great commandment.
39 And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
40 On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.

More Jimmy Stewart that I love:

This is a very interesting situation.

Peace out, ya'll.
All you need is love, and hot damn, it's in the air.

I remain.
Banned in DC.
Green Libertarian.

Complicata

2007-07-04T12:00:00.000-07:00

Blush Hip

Buff Beauty

Carefree Wonder

Complicata

First Kiss

Irresistable

Cherish

Intrigue

Happy Thoughts

French Lace

Playboy

Pucker Up

Summer's Kiss

X-Rated

Stretch Johnson

Sexy Rexy

Home Run

Greetings, I know what you're asking, "Green, what the hell is this list?" Ah. It's a list of Rose varieties that I observed recently at Spokane's fabulous Manito Park Rose Garden. Not being in a position to garden myself right now, I do so enjoy walking over the the park and enjoying the gardens, the beauty and aromas are calming and so very pleasing to my senses.

The park also has an incredible Conservatory, with everything from banana trees, orchids, Birds of Paradise, and a very cool cactus garden.

Tongue Leaf

Pussy Ears

Golden Ball Cactus

Summer's Kiss

Lipstick Plant

See, it's all about the raw beauty of nature.

Peace out.

GL

All

You

Need

Is...

Sad Juxtaposition

2007-06-18T17:58:00.000-07:00

Bloggers' Block was ruling, am throwing off the shackles.

So I'm standing in line in my neighborhood convenience store, to pay for gas. It's dinner time, and a young girl of about 12 years old, I'd say, is ahead of me. She's purchasing a a single Cup O'Noodles. She gets her little coin purse out of her backpack and hands the clerk exact change. Then this cute little girl, goes over to the water dispenser on the soda-pop machine, fills the cup, then goes over the microwave and nukes what is maybe her only meal of the day.

Meanwhile, the idiotbox TV in the store is playing some god damnned Animal Planet show. The scene is this beautiful kitchen, handsome family, and the trajedy is their little rat dog is a picky eater. The suggestion from the show host or whoever the fuck it is, is to add some people food to the dog's food, and and they show somebody hand feeding this dog from it's food dish, while the dog is sitting on a kitchen chair.

This disgusts me.
To no end.
And maybe I should have done something to help her... I dunno.

This country is continueing down a path of the social destruction, and incredible wealth disparity, not seen since the Roaring Twenties, which resulted in a massive world-wide economic depression. We are on the same path of destruction. A hideous bloody quagmire in Iraq that was started on pack of lies is bankrupting the treasury, at best, leaving a debt our children and grand-children will have to pay, while the stock market soars, "defense" and security companies are making a literal killing in war profits, and taxes for the very rich have been substantially reduced.

This is not right. This is not sustainable. This is NOT what Jesus would do. This is maddening and sickening.

Now I know what some of your are thinking about the little girl... I did too. Where are her parents? A child should NOT be in this position. I agree. I don't have an answer. Maybe they're drug addicts, and we KNOW how well this country's legal, social, and medical care system addresses that problem: horribly. Billions for the prison industrial complex, and peanuts for effective prevention and TREATMENT for addicts. Billions for "happy pills" for the rich and well insured, because, you know, insurance is a terrible thing to waste.

What we do know, historically, is that no society, no country can last, when such obvious wealth and health disparities exist. This must change. I wonder if I'm too old to join Americore, or the Peace Corp. Something's got to be done, before it's too late.

I have a couple of posts I hope I can get to, I have notes of several happenings I've been doing, a wind turbine install. Memorial Day. Etc.

Seeing this today just set me off, I guess. Hopefully that's a good thing, and not just another meaningless rant into the ether.

Peace.
Love.
GL

Imagine a world of peace, justice, and understanding.

World On Fire

The worlds on fire its more then I can handle
I'll tap into the water try and bring my share
Try to bring more, more then I can handle
Bring it to the table
Bring what I am able

Hearts are worn in these dark ages
Youre not alone in these stories pages
The light has fallen amongst the living and the dying
And I'll try to hold it in
Yeah I'll try to hold it in

Chorus

I watch the heavens but I find no calling
Something I can do to change whats coming
Stay close to me while the skys falling
I dont wanna be left alone dont wanna be alone

Chorus

Hearts break hearts mend love still hurts
Visions clash planes crash still theres talk of
saving souls still colds closing in on us

We part the veil on our killer sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take the less we become
The fortune of one man means less for some

Chorus

Sarah McLachlan

7 Habits of Highly Effective Nuns

2007-05-11T00:11:00.000-07:00

Greetings Blogaholics! It's been less than 24 hours since I blogged.

And usually I don't respond to chainletter type challenges and such, but my friend Mama JD tagged me, and she's a rational Republican and a wanna be hippie-chick-type, and it seemed not too onerous, so I'm gonna respond in kind.

SEVEN UNUSUAL/INTERESTING THINGS ABOUT ME (yeah, right)

1. I was born in northern Minnesota, moved to southern California when I was 2, moved back (hey, parent's decision, not mine) to northern Minnesota when I was 8 where we lived next door to my grandparents, then moved back to southern California when i was 11, directly across the street from where we had lived before.

2. I joined the band in Jr. High School because this girl I was sweet on in the 6th grade was in the band. I played the trumpet, and in 8th grade I played the solo trumpet part for the school Choir performance of the Carpenters Close To You The Band director translated into the proper key. My friends told me the first note always sounded like a fart. Hey, Jr. High School, remember?

3. Cripes, I'm only to number 3? This is hard. Hmmmmm, I was terribly accident prone, car-wise in high school, and a notorius speeder. I got my first speeding ticket when I still had my learner's permit. Coming back from K-Mart with my Mom, I got tagged for going 46 in a 35. Bastards. In a '73 Flinto. Teen Age BarBQue. Four wheel Hibatchi. Later, I wrecked that same Flinto several times. Including a nasty rear end spin out into a telephone pole, which should have punctured the gas tank and blew me and my friend Craig (the asshole who pulled my emergency brake and sent us into a spin in the rain) into a fiery Ford inferno.

4. (Only three more to go, yea!) Our High School Band was REALLY good, as was our football team (half-time shows and away game Pep Band, don't cha know.) One of the best in so. cal. We got invited to play at some invitational gig in Mexico City. Me and my friends ditched our chaperone and went crusing around the town by ourselves. Went to that famous Park, Chapultepec? Went looking for fireworks (Tienes boom-boom?) Dumb fucks, we were. I forgot my only spending money, Travelers checks from Bank of America, took a cab downtown (again sans chaperone) to the Bank of America and had them replaced. Broke up with my girl friend, also a band memeber, whilst I was there. Again, dumb-ass. Regretted it badly later.

5. I spent 7 years in college getting my BS, is Business Adminstration, Small Business and Human Resources Management. I changed my major a half a dozen times. Last place I'd EVER of thought I'd end up in. They changed the major name to Managing Human Resources in my senior two or three years. MHR. We called it Managing Human Retards.

6. I was heavily involved in extra-curricula activites in College. Numerous fraternity positions, including President when we went national. Student Government Elections Chariman, Attorney General, and Chief Justice. Ran for VP and lost by 40 votes out of 2000 cast. My fraternity is still going strong and just had it's 50 anniversary. Cripes, I was there for it's 20th, 25th, and 30th.

7. THANK GOD THIS IS OVER! WTF else? I killed a bear with my car once. (Long story.) I used to be a computer geek for a living. Did I mention I'm a blogaholic? I've been online since the mid-80s. Holy shit, that's 20 years. I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Peace out.

END OF STORY.

However, the question remains:
Can you take me higher?

Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets

Although I would like our world to change
It helps me to appreciate
Those nights and those dreams
But, my friend, I'd sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the Earth and my dreams the same
The only difference is
To let love replace all our hate
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask can we stay?
CREED
Can You Take Me Higher?
(partial lyrics)

AWOL

2007-05-10T01:58:00.000-07:00

Cripes... bad timing. Got over the toothache, and then into other medical problems... Don't we all?
Resolving though.

Is there anybody out there?

Well, there's one...at least.

Support the troops, BRING 'EM HOME!

PEACE OUT!!!!

IMPEACH THE WAR-MONGERING SON'S A BITCHES!

CHILL. AND IMPEACH.

(yeah I know of the recent northern Ireland accords. Good.

Once there was a way, to get back homeward...

2007-04-24T18:17:00.000-07:00

Hello, what's left of my blog readership, thanks for stopping by. I know what you're saying, he's forgot about us, doesn't respond to our comments, he maybe blogs once a week, and what the fuck has the Green Libertarian been up to? About 5' 11.5 inches. Ba dump bump!

Presently, I'm in a hella lotta pain, got a tooth that went absessed on me on Sunday, face swollen up, hideous pain, now somewhat ameliorated by the anti-biotics and Vicodin... Praise the Lord!

Have completed a couple of solar panel installs over the last week, one up in Kellogg, Potataho, and another right here in town, at my company's office. The one in Kellogg is pretty cool, the couple there are remodeling this old downtown building, in that old mining town, which is now becoming a tourist destination for skiing and mountain biking. The folks there have a beauty salon business downstairs, and are remodeling the upstairs space for them to live in. I hope they don't use hair dryers too much, very big energy users those things... We're preparing for our Solarbration at the company I work for, this Friday... We have a long way to go, but it should be a fun event, including activities for the kids.

In my former life, I was a computer geek, and a fan of Apple Computer from way back, so I really enjoyed this video about Apple's newest i-Product, the i-Rack. (Political content). H/T Jump.

And finally, this little juggling ditty done to (a part of) my favorite album side ever, the Beatles Abbey Road.

And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love...you make. Pretty simple advice people, take it to heart.

Peace, out, and Hang 10.
I remain,
(keepin' it green)
Green Libertarian
(Oh, and clap for the Wolfman while you're at it, and hug the kids, they deserve it.)

Something in the way she moves me...

(If you click on the above pic,(NOT on the arrow) or click here, the juggling video, which is fantastic, may be smoother.

What is it good for?

2007-04-20T22:01:00.000-07:00

Now for two things complete different, it's the dichotomy, sorry folks, you know how it is...

Increase the peace.
GL

Interesting renewable energy system:
h/t Pixie

Bob Dylan said this was the greatest anti-war song ever:

And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

THE POGUES

OK, make it a tri-chotomy.

WORD TO YOUR MOTHER!
Your Mother Earth...
HAPPY EARTH DAY!

Get out and enjoy it!

(Music by the Verve, "Bittersweet Symphony"

Finally, an old Rolling Stones number, on which the above song was based.
(no embed available)
"This Could Be The Last Time."

Peace

2007-04-17T13:35:00.000-07:00

Troubled times, people. Love the ones you're with, and always, always always, hug the kids of any age, they deserve it.

Peace out.
GL

The Tulips Of Skagit Valley

Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul

OM M M M M M M M M M M M M M
M M M My Lord . . .

PLEASE take hold of my hand, that
I might understand you

Won't you please
Oh won't you

Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul

OM M M M M M M M M M M M M M
M M M My Lord . . .

PLEASE take hold of my hand, that
I might understand you

Won't you please
Oh won't you

Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul

George Harrison

Whatever it takes to get them home

2007-04-15T11:32:00.000-07:00

I found this hilarious. So if appeals to reason, to military competance, to justice, to Jesus Christ himself, if these don't work for some people, then maybe this message will. Bring the troops home now, their loved ones are waiting, some not so patiently. heh heh heh

Peace.
GL

Hot Country Singer:Bring the Troops Home!"
Click above if You Tube embed doesn't work.

RIP Kurt Vonnegut

2007-04-13T21:51:00.000-07:00

A great one has gone...

I don't know about you,
but I practice disorganized religion.
I belong to an unholy disorder,
we call ourselves
'Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment."
You may have seen us praying
for love.
on sidewalks outside the better
eating establishments
in all kinds of weather.
Blow us a kiss
upon arriving or departing,
and we will climax
simulaneously.
It can be quite a scene,
especially if it is raining
cats and dogs.

"Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward."

"What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured."

And so it goes.

And so is gone, an American Original...

Peace out.

GL

mmm
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along

I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense

And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose

But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break

And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows

So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break

And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows

Billy Joel
"And So It Goes"

"If Christ hadn't delivered the Sermon on the Mount, with its message of mercy and pity, I wouldn't want to be a human being. I'd just as soon be a rattlesnake."

And Jesus Wept-Updated

2007-04-08T04:49:00.000-07:00

Six American soldiers died Easter Sunday, including three killed by a roadside bomb south of Baghdad, U.S. commanders reported. The deaths hike the weekend toll for U.S. troops in Iraq to 10. Four soldiers were reported killed Saturday in an explosion in Diyala, which includes the restive city of Baquba.

Pope Benedict, in his Easter message, made an impassioned call for world peace on Sunday that lamented the "continual slaughter" in Iraq and the growing unrest in Afghanistan.

"Nothing positive comes from Iraq, torn apart by continual slaughter as the civil population flees," the Pope said.
--------------------------

On this, the day most of the Christian faith celebrates the ressurrection of Jesus Christ, I think about He would react to the state of the world today. Darfour, Zimbabwe, and of course Iraq-Nam. I don't think He is pleased.

Economic injustice, corporate greed, war and nuclear weapons make Christ homeless, hungry, sick, and imprisoned; and when we drop bombs on other countries, we crucify and kill Christ all over again. So our job, as mature Christians, is to love and serve Christ everywhere, regardless of what the world says--in one another, in the needy, in everyone in New Mexico, in the children of Iraq and Palestine and around the world.
...
So what does it mean to be Easter people? I think it means to take his(Jesus) Easter gift of peace seriously, and to welcome it and live in his peace, to be at peace within ourselves and our families and one another and every one in town and everyone around the world, and then to carry on our mission as witnesses of the resurrection, and to believe in him no matter what. It means refusing to cooperate the wars and violence of the world, especially by going along with the American empire. Instead, we live in the peace of the risen Jesus. The more we do, the more we become Easter people.
-Father John Dear
Rev, John Dear S.J. is a Jesuit Priest, Peace Activist, Organizer, Lecturer, Retreat leader, and author/editor of 25 books on peace and nonviolence, including Living Peace, published by Doubleday.

37"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'

40"The Lord will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'
Matthew 25

WTFWJD!

The pictures below are disturbing. Run away if you can't handle the fucking truth.

Sgt. Ryan Campbell requested that, if something happened to him, his family place this photo on his coffin.

"We had all been led to believe that Iraq posed a serious threat to America as well as its surrounding nations," Ryan said. "We invaded expecting to find weapons of mass destruction and a much more prepared and well-trained Republican Guard waiting for us. It is now a year later, and alas, no weapons of mass destruction or any other real threat, for that matter." Sgt. Ryan was killed in Iraq on April 28, 2004. He had been originally scheduled to come home on April 15, but his "tour" was involuntarily extended. Isn't it just so quaint how they call it a "tour" in IraqNam?

"From all continents come endless, disturbing information about the human rights situation, revealing that men, women and children are being tortured and their dignity being made a mockery of.... It is all of humanity which has been wounded and ridiculed."
- Pope John Paul II, May 2004

Pope John Paul II and top Vatican officials are unleashing a barrage of condemnations of a possible U.S. military strike on Iraq, calling it immoral, risky and a "crime against peace."

And Jesus wept...

Do something, write/call your congresscritter, talk to your friends, make sure they know about this horrific war, and its consequences on the very soul of our nation, the children of Iraq, and our poor beleagured soldiers, who are dying and being maimed for no good reason.

OUT.
GL

Pax-Christi Catholic Peace and Justice Organization
American Friends Service Committee Quaker Peace and Justice Organization

Masters of War
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

To Kill The Child

Lyrics to song by Roger Waters of Pink Floyd

The child lay
In the starlit night
Safe in the glow of his Donald Duck light
How strange to choose to take a life
How strange to choose to kill a child
Hoover, Blaupunkt, Nissan Jeep
Nike, Addidas, Lacoste and cheaper brands
Cadillac, Amtrak, gasoline, diesel
Our standard of living, could this be a reason
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would choose to kill the child

__________

Allah, Jehovah, Buddah, Christ
Confucius and Kali and reds, beans and rice
Goujons of sole, ris de veau, ham hocks
Lox bagels and bones and commandments in stone
The Bible, Koran, Shinto, Islam
Prosciutto, risotto, falafel and ham
Is it dogma, doughnuts, ridicule faith
Fear of the dark, or shame or disgrace
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would choose to kill the child

__________

It's cold in the desert
And the space is too big
The rope is too short
And the walls are too thick
I will show you no weakness
I will mock you in song
Berate and deride you
Belittle and chide you
Beat you with sticks
And bulldoze your home
You can watch my triumphant procession to Rome
Best seat in the house
Up there on the cross
Is it anger or envy, profit or loss
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would choose to kill the child
__________

Take this child and hold him closely
Keep him safe from the holy reign of terror
Take this child hold him closely
Take this child to the moral high ground
Where he can look down on the bigots and bully boys
Slugging it out in the yard

The above photo is from a recent funeral service for yet another young man killed in Iraq. A man killed for a war that never had a meaning. The crying girl is the deceased soldier’s daughter. And President Bush has still not attended one of these funerals.

Solar Install, Cheney, WA

2007-04-04T19:12:00.000-07:00

Greetings surfers!

So, yesterday, my partner Bruce and I set out for Cheney, WA, home to Eastern WA University, and out in the country we were to finish installing a small 5 panel solar electric system. Luckily, Bruce had previously delivered all the equipment on site.

So we're driving out on this dirt road, past farms and ranches, and broken down trailer houses piled with junk, and arrive at the house, nice 1930s era place. First thing I notice are the signs posted right next to road...

IMPEACH BUSH!
IMPEACH CHENEY!
PEACE ON EARTH
PEACE SURGE

And the American Flag on the mailbox...
Ooookaaaayyyyy.... I love it!

3 or 4 dogs come out to greet us with the homeowner, Rob, not far behind. All kinds of animals around, chickens, a horse, 5 dogs, two cats, and who knows what else. The panels were to be installed on what is now their gardening shed/greenhouse/art studio. It's a very old building, dating to 1850, Rob tells me. It was the original homestead building, an old log cabin. So, we're putting 21st century technology atop this mid-19th century building.

Inside, like I said, all this gardening and greenhouse stuff, tools etc., art supplies, an electric kiln, and 100s of cans of paint, as Rob is a painter by trade. Oh, there were also various animal skulls, and antlers, and a snakeskin. And a loft bed, when it used to serve as the bedroom for their son. Turns out the Mrs. is an art and Spanish teacher, 22 years on the job. She's told me about her horse, Missy, when she came out to let it roam their property. 37 years old, Ol' Miss! Missy got real sick last winter, and the Vet said, well, you should probably just put her down, but they insisted, isn't there something that can be done? Antibiotics and pain pills, the Vet said, she might survive. And so there she is, recovered, and still living out her life on that farm.

Beautiful day, and up on the roof, we have a gorgeous view of rolling alfalfa covered hills, and treed hills, and a shallow lake across the road. Bruce was inside the cabin, pulling down insulation so we could be sure to find the rafters to mount the solar racks too. Messy fucking job, that. I was up on the roof, marking the roof where the pilot holes he drilled came out, so we knew exactly where the rafters were.

Well, we got the solar rack mounting "L-feet" installed, and also drilled holes and marked for when the planned expansion of five more panels happens. I installed the racks while Bruce was doing some wiring, and then the both of us worked together attaching the panels, one at time of course, to the racks. BTW, each panel produces 200 Watts at full sun, is about 5ft. x 3 ft, and weights about 37 lbs. We got all the panels installed, and aligned in fairly short order, everything bolted down tight, roof penetrations sealed, panels wired together, grounding wires installed, etc.

The most interesting I noticed there was the vinyl record collection, there was an old Techniques amp/receiver, exactly like the one I had in college, and The Who's Tommy was on the turntable. So, being nosy, I started looking thru the other records, man, it was like a trip back in time...

Rare Earth
Boz Scaggs
The Who-Tommy
Who's Next?
Woodstock
Joe Jackson
Woodstock
Allman Brothers
Sergio Mendez
Brazil '66
and...

SpryoGyra's "Catching The Sun"

Heh!

It was getting late, and Bruce was having some trouble with the wiring, but finally we got it going, and since Rob had left, we had the Mrs. come out, and take her picture as she flipped the big switch to turn on the system... Wasn't much sunlight out, but sure enough, there was just enough to fire it up, we switched most everything off in the cabin, and checked the electric meter... Yup, running backwards, just barely, meaning the panel were powering the one light we had on, and then sending the rest of their power out to the electrical grid. Very cool.

Just as we got everything all packed up, almost dark, Rob arrived home, so we should show the system, and take a picture of him and the equipment. Bruce had written on the inverter, "Smith's" (not their real name, duh) Power Company. We do that now on all our installs.

Everybody with a south facing roof, or room in the yard for solar panels, should have their OWN power company, don't you think? I do, obviously. Power to the People!

Peace
GL

Moonstruck

2007-04-02T14:41:00.000-07:00

Hello internaughters!

I watched the moon rise yesterday, almost full, and looked like this picture. Deep blue sky to the east, still some orangish/reddish color in the sky to the west.

Full moon tonight, I am told. Odd things are known to happen on full moons. Being a sun sign, I'm not as affected, but it pretty clear the full moon can cause some odd happenings, emotional outbursts, wild love affairs, and worst of all, it activates werewolves, made so famous by the movie, An American Werewolf in London, and the excellent song, Werewolves of London, by the late, great, Warren Zevon (thanks SP) that was a big hit way back when. 1980 or so? I don't feel like looking it up.

Watch out for the hairy handed gent.

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London

He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood

Last night, that bright full moon was actually casting shadows in my apt... very odd.

Let's see, what else is happening. The news on the war is beyond the pale, worse than ever, and the spectacle of that crackpot McCain, who said parts of Baghdad were safe enough for a American to walk around, yeah, right, just like he did, in a flak jacket surrounded by 100 troops and 6 helos flying above protecting him. Yeah, safe. It's gone beyond ridiculous, and sick and tired of our brave troops getting killed for no good reason whatsoever.

I worked the Spokane Home and Garden Show at the new, and butt-ugly Spokane Convention Center. In the main hall, there's isn't one ray of natural light. Thankfully, our booth, the Eco Builder's Guild, was in the hall, everybody had to come by us, and was near some windows. The Guild presented a third of all the seminars at the Show, I did my dog and pony show on Solar electric systems. Good turnout. Green is starting to become more mainstream. About fucking time. I noticed even some of the janitorial and house cleaning companies are touting that they use green friendly cleaning products now. It's a start. Had an Earth Day meeting today, and things are going along very well there. Great programs for kids, and adults, including a 3k run that ends at a beer garden. Heh!

Tomorrow I'm out doing a residential solar electric install.

Back to the theme, I wanted to remind you all that the moon landing was totally faked, I even have a picture from a friend of mine to prove it:

Finally, as far as pictures go, the wife of a good friend, Toadman, is about to give birth. A great and glorious moment in life, and wish that all goes well for them, and their Doc follows their wishes for a natural childbirth, if at all possible. And altho women are insane, typically, when pregnant, I think women are very beautiful during that time, as in this gorgeous depiction. And I know the pain of childbirth would reduce me to a blathering idiot. Strong they are, these women.

On to music/video, but of course. First, a shout out to one of Tom Petty's best albums EVER, Full Moon Fever, with such great hits as Free Fallin', I Won't Back Down, and Running Down a Dream.

Spring has definitely sprung, as Jump says, You can't hold back Spring. True Dat.

Peace and love, all.
GL

Moonshadow

Time of the Season

(snippet)

It's the time of the season
When the love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try
With pleasured hands

To take you in the sun to
Promised lands
To show you every one
It's the time of the season for loving
...

"Time of the Season"
THE ZOMBIES

Random Meandering

2007-03-26T12:03:00.000-07:00

Well it's a brand new week, had a GREAT weekend, tho I really didn't do much of anything, except communicate. Delicious communication.

Bunch of meetings this week, and I think we might be out working on that wind turbine/solar panel install, at my collegue's house, depending on the weather.

I am heartened to see that the faith community is embracing environmental protection, restoration, and justice. Even (many) evangelicals.

"We must now help people to understand the need for environmental protection. We must teach people to understand the need for environmental protection. We must teach people that conservation directly aids our survival. We are all here on this planet, as it were, as tourists. None of us can live here forever. The longest we might live is a hundred years. So while we are here we should try to have a good heart and to make something positive and useful of our lives. Whether we live just a few years or a whole century, it would be truly regrettable and sad if we were to spend that time aggravating the problems that afflict other people, animals, and the environment. The most important thing is to be a good human being."
--His Holiness the Dalai Lama

Restoring Eden makes hearts bigger, hands dirtier, and voices stronger by encouraging Christians to learn to love, serve, and protect God's creation.

Restoring Eden is not a traditional ministry - we are less about membership and programs, and more about a conversation and a community that lives out the biblical mandate to "speak out for those who cannot speak for themselves" (Proverbs 31:8) as advocates for natural habitats, wild species and indigenous subsistance cultures.

"In wisdom you made them all, the earth is full of your creatures." Psalms 104:24

"God's original plan was to
hang out in a garden with
some naked vegetarians."

"they say I must be one of the wonders
of god's own creation"

For Elle

"WONDER"
Natalie Merchant
Doctors have come
from distant cities
just to see me
stand over my bed
disbelieving what they're seeing

they say I must be one of the wonders
of god's own creation
and as far as they see they can offer
no explanation

newspapers ask
intimate questions
want confessions
they reach into my head
to steal the glory
of my story

they say I must be one of the wonders
of god's own creation
and as far as they see they can offer
no explanation

I believe
fate smiled and destiny
laughed as she came to my cradle
"know this child will be able"
laughed as my body she lifted
"know this child will be gifted
with love, with patience
and with faith
she'll make her way"

people see me
I'm a challenge
to your balance
I'm over your heads
how I confound you
and astound you
to know I must be one of the wonders
of god's own creation
and as far as you see you can offer me
no explanation

I believe
fate smiled and destiny
laughed as she came to my cradle
"know this child will be able"
laughed as she came to my mother
"know this child will not suffer"
laughed as my body she lifted
"know this child will be gifted
with love, with patience
and with faith
she'll make her way"

Tilting at Windmills

2007-03-24T17:12:00.000-07:00

Greetings campers, pardon my absence.

Reviewing all the activist stuff I've done like the last two weeks, am still struck that it's not enough, it's NEVER enough, and wonder, am I merely tilting at the proverbial windmill?

Lands Council meeting, solar install, Faith and the Environment, Eco Builders Guild presentation on indoor air quality (MOLD PICS),
presentation on solar energy at college Sustainability Fair, rally and march for peace, candlelight vigil and march for peace, numerous occasions of promoting peace, arguing with right wing war mongers, all over the internet.

To what end?

TO WHAT END?

The Dems in the House just passed an "emergency" spending bill to fund the quagmire in Iraq, to the tune of more billions than the Wanking Chimp even asked for, and setting some reasonable objectives for the administration to achieve, elsewise the troops must start coming back, oh, in a 18 months or so. How many will die between now and then? At current rates, another 1350 dead American soldiers... /sigh

Nice effort by the Dems to dial this thing back, but totally futile. The Chimperor will never sign such a bill with timetables for withdrawl, and even if he did, he'd just use a "signing statement" to say, whatever, I'm signing this bill, but I'll still do whatever the hell I want.

The George W. Bush United States of Whatever

As all the top military people have said, there is no military solution to the quagmire in Iraq, only a political one, now probably impossible, because planned chaos (most profitable to the war profiteers), has driven all the secular moderates out of the country, or into hiding.

This is from over a year and half ago, and proves why our military efforts are completely futile:

Lt. Col. Frederick P. Wellman, who works with the task force overseeing the training of Iraqi security troops, said the insurgency doesn't seem to be running out of new recruits, a dynamic fueled by tribal members seeking revenge for relatives killed in fighting.

"We can't kill them all," Wellman said. "When I kill one I create three."

Billions upon billions for arms, death, and killing, all to keep the war machine profitable, and oil prices high.

/shakes head in disgust.
/tilt tilt tilt

Meanwhile, a bill to increase the tax incentives for citizens and companies to install renewable energy systems, at a cost of maybe $10B, languishes in the Congress.

And yet, I can't give up, I mustn't give up...
Not in my nature, to wit (h/t) The Psycho Therapist

My Inner Hero - Paladin!

I strive to help others, and to bring truth and harmony to the world however I can. Whether times are good or bad, you can always count on me. I'm a shoulder to cry on, a champion for the helpless, and an all around nice person.
Your Mission:

You were put on this earth to help others. They will trust you, because they are attracted to your sincerity, your kindness, and your willingness to do what's right. You are the one who has to stand up for the little guy, because everyone else is too busy looking after number one.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to Fix Something. Something small, or something big. Put a new chain on your brother's bike. Reconcile a family feud. Take a stray cat to the vet to be spayed. Donate blood. Fix a friend's car for free. Fix SOMETHING.

The Famous Adventurer of Silmaria trusts you to complete your mission. Don't feel guilty about procrastination - start now!

How about you? Click here to find your own inner hero.

Fix something, eh?
To paraphrase, Paladin, heal thyself!

One of my good friends at work, a retired Presbyterian Minister, active in Habitat for Humanity, and many other fine organizations, has decided that he and his wife are moving back east, to be closer to his daughter. We're in the midst of installing a wind turbine and solar panels, with battery backup, at his house outside of town. He has informed me that he is blessed financially, and won't need to sell this house, to buy another back east.

He wants to rent it out at below market rate to someone who will be enthused about the renewable energy he has put in, maintain it, and showcase it to people who are interested in this technology. What a great guy... I'll miss him quite a bit. Heck, I'd to take him up on his offer myself, but feel it wouldn't be right, just for me, and my daughter, on occasion, to occupy this 3 bedroom house, on five acres... I'm wondering if he going to leave the goats and other animals he has out there...

Anyway, it's inspiring.

Another friend of mine, and no stranger here, is doing absolutely selfless work, helping to arrange for a young foreign girl to get plastic surgery (numerous operations required) for some very disfiguring and unhealthful skin conditions. The girl's a teenager, and quite a handful. Am so impressed, she's doing The Lord's Work.

/sigh

Oh, yeah, forgot about the other whatever video that I love so much, probably a repeat from me, deal with it. It's hilarious.

Well time this end this long rambling post.
Melancholy, baby.

Peace and love all.

GL

EVERYBODY GET TOGETHER

(Chester Powers)
Performed by The Youngbloods

Love is but the song we sing,
And fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Know the dove is on the wing
And you need not know why

C'mon people now,
Smile on your brother
Ev'rybody get together

Try and love one another right now
Some will come and some will go
We shall surely pass
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moments sunlight
Fading in the grass

C'mon people now,
Smile on your brother
Ev'rybody get together
Try and love one another right now

If you hear the song I sing,
You must understand (listen)
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It's there at your command

C'mon people now,
Smile on your brother
Ev'rybody get together
Try and love one another right now
Right now
Right now!

What about you?

2007-03-19T13:43:00.000-07:00

Greetings internetters!

We had a big turnout for the anti-war rally on Saturday. The featured speaker was a veteran of the Iraq conflict, a combat medic who had saved many lives, and was himself wounded on the battlefield, so he's a Purple Heart recipient. He is the head of the Seattle Branch of Iraq Veterans Against The War. I'd guess there were several hundred people there, and we peacefully marched up and down Spokane's busiest street and in front of it's busiest mall. Got lots of sympathetic honks from passers-by, and NO jeers. The tide is turning, but we must be ever vigilent in expressing our opposition to the ill-begotten meatgrinder quagmire.

Cripes, double-booked again tonight, Faith and the Environment meeting, and a Candlelight Vigil about the war tonight...

I ran across this video yesterday and found it completely striking. Make sure to watch it all the thru.

"The Shambhala tradition believes in the inherent wisdom, compassion, and courage of all beings. It holds that these noble qualities are ultimately more stable than aggression and greed. It shows how to use worldly life as a means to ripen this spiritual potential. It practices turning the mind toward others as a discipline that creates lungta, windhorse, the ability to attain success that occurs from acting virtuously. Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche leads a worldwide community that is rooted in these principles."

It's not about me, It's about you.

Cheers.

Peace.

GL

Or:

Mipham's Web Site

I'll Follow the Sun

2007-03-16T08:46:00.000-07:00

Hello my dear readers, blurkers, commenters, lovers, friends, romans, and countrymen.

Sorry, I've been so out of touch...

Hope to catch up this weekend, but I'm already triple-booked for tomorrow.

Anti-War protest.
Daughter's dance competition
Angel Flight luncheon.
(Angel Flight is an organization of volunteer pilots and others that fly people needing medical treatment from remote locations to major cities.

/sigh

So much going on...

Frustrated that I can't keep up with ya'lls blogs, etc. Damn.

Back before Christmas we started on the project to install a large (4000 watt) solar electric system at a senior citizen. low income housing project in, praise the Lord, Moses Lake, WA.

We delivered all the equipment back before Christmas...

I noted that the bogus War on Christmas was total bullshit at these PUBLICALLY-OWNED apartment complex. Religious Christmas displays everywhere...

Random observations:

One way to tell this was low-income senior housing was obvious noticing the cars in the parking lot... rusty 70's era Ranch Wagon, Tempo, Old New Yorker, 60-something Ranchero.

The community room was lacking coffee, so this nice man in a wheelchair went back to his apartment and brought us ground coffee for the coffee maker.

An old woman, terribly hunched over, passed by me in the hall, and retrieved a shopping cart from the laundry room. I thought to myself, oh, no, she's not going to push this cart all the way to the nearest store, some 5 blocks away, in the snow. Turned out, no, just out to the parking lot, where she painfully and painstakingly took her groceries out of her friend's car, and pushed the cart across the parking lot, and to her apartment. I saw her a bit later, struggling to bring the cart back to the laundry room, next to where we were working, and I told her, "Here, let me put that cart back for you." This poor old hunched over woman, looked at me, smiled gratefully, and said "why thank you young man..." I wished I could do more. Later, she was out walking her dog, mumbling and yelling at it... and saying "you're all that I have..." I wondered, was no one, no family member, no friend, going to have her over for Christmas dinner?

The apartment complex was quite nice, actually, three buildings, two of which overlooked the lake, the other overlooked a creek and wetlands, adjacent to the main city park and a school. Newly remodeled, clean, very nice community room, with kitchen, widescreen TV, and hey, looky there, feed my addiction, a computer!

The most important part of installing solar panels is making sure that the racks that will hold the panels are securely attached to the roof. Otherwise a major windstorm could destroy thirty thousand dollars worth of equipment, tearing the panels off the roof and smashing them to the ground, and taking out the roof too.

So tuesday was all about making proper measurements, finding the roof rafters, and attaching the base parts for the racks that hold the panels.

Gorgeous day, by mid afternoon, 4 layers of clothing peeled off, working in just a T-shirt. My partner, Bruce was in shorts. Beautiful view from the roof of the lake, a bubbling stream, the park next door, the wetlands... Geese, ducks, and birds everywhere.

Also in the air... I remember the first time, years ago, I went to Moses Lake for business... as I came into town, I see TWO 747 aircraft flying low in tandem. WTF, 747 aircraft out here in the middle of nowhere? Turns out, Japan Airlines has its training center there, using a old military air base. So, about every half hour or so, low flying commericial jets fly over, including yes, those gigantic 747s.

Wednesday morning I went down the the hotel office for their "Continental" Breakfast... had to wake the proprietor to bring out some honeybuns and muffins... coffee was weak, too. Sheesh.

There was frost on the roof wednesday, but it melted off pretty quickly, and we went to work finishing off attaching the racks to the roof.

Noticed that the public transit busses were painted green, with a picture of the sun too.

Two apparently tame geese arrived at the housing complex Wednesday morning, honking and bothering everybody. I helped one of the residents to chase them down to the water, however, 20 minutes later they were back, sunning themselves in the middle of the parking lot, and loudly squawking at anyone who came near.

Bruce pointed out the Japanese Peace Garden in town, and we noticed they had a community garden.

On the roof, taking in the sights, smells, and sounds, I enjoyed the laughter of the kids at the nearby school, when they were at recess...

We got all 20 panels installed on the racks by the end of the day, and headed out for Mexican food, again, trying to find something "authentic". Well it was better than the Mexican food the night before, but still not really authentic, and Bruce got a bonus in his Mexican Hot Chocolate, a piece of tripe... and they comped us the meal.

We drove by the local PUD electric utility HQ, which has about 50 solar panels installed on it. Very progressive.

Thursday was spent wiring the panels together, and connecting to the building wiring, checking and rechecking everything, testing... Those two tame geese were still around, honking everybody off. I met the hunched-over woman again, and talked with her, she smiled weakly as I briefly explained what we were doing, as I was petting her dog, that looked just like her.

Well, cripes, time to end this long boring rambling post... Sheesh, I guess I'm out of practice. Hope to do better next time. But I am very happy to see my tax dollars (this was funded by a federal grant) going to reduce our dependence on scarce fossil fuels. We estimated that these panels will supply about 1/3 of the electricity for this apartment building.

There's room on the roof for 40 more panels, which would supply all their electricity.

Some day...

Peace out.

GL

OFF TOPIC: (No it isn't. Speaking of racks...)
Never heard of her before today, but damn, I like her:

how green this model -- whose "assets perk up The Sun once a fortnight"

Keeley Hazell's ten green tips-Yowza!

Wait a second... it's all coming together now...another distant memory jogged...

"The green-skinned temptress of Captain Kirk in the episode "Whom Gods Destroy" of the TV series Star Trek."

Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in

MY COMPUTER IS DOWN

2007-03-12T17:58:00.000-07:00

Sorry folks, well, been kind of stiffing you anyway with lack of posts, my bad.

Heading out of town for a couple of days, maybe three, to do a solar panel install.

Peace Out.

GL

Dance like you mean it

2007-03-04T22:08:00.000-08:00

Kids are flowers blooming. Stretching out to the sky, reaching for the sunlight.
-Jump

It was a dance weekend, daughter was in a competition over in CdA. The auditorium at North(grrrr) Idaho College is lovely, and the setting by the lake is always cool. Great venue.

Daughter compete in a Solo (Jazz style), Duo (Hip-Hop,with Ryan), "Production" (like every dancer in the company is in this), Group Lyrical, and Group Tap/Step, and interesting combo. She did very well, as did their studio over all, and was mega-chufted. Makes all the time she puts into it all worth it. And she's just been honored to be offered a paid instructor position starting next year, highly coveted.

The whole concept of dance is again, a dichotomy for me. I don't do it very well myself, but I had some enjoyable times dancing anyway, with someone I loved, back in college. But it is a powerful and complicated and diverse and wonderful and loving form of human expression, or communication. Huge mental and physical component. I do enjoy watching all of it, the different styles, the music chosen, which is completely variable.

"We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams."

Anybody remember that movie Mad Hot Ballroom? In NY City public schools, a classical dance class was held at many elementary schools. Kids were like 6th graders. Then they had a big contest. A really great emotional film about the power and love of children to learn and bloom.

"Love Like You Need It, Dance Like You Mean It"
Time-Based Human Kinetic Sculpture at OPENSOURCE Art

And who forget the ultimate expression, I guess, of dance, the musical or opera. Wouldn't it be nice if gangs actually danced off ala West Side Story, instead of popping caps in people? A new form of conflict resolution, the dance off? Gotta be better than what we're doing now. Guess I'd have to learn to dance then, just in case, tho I don't tend to get into many conflicts. God would be pleased, I think. Yes, she would.

Of course, the evil Puritans taught us what dance led to... unbridled loving passionate sex.
Works for me.

On another note, my weight loss has stopped, so, with the weather getting somewhat better, am going to start doing long, brisk walks, like I did today, to the beautiful St. John's Cathedral, a true Spokane landmark. Maybe that's why I got the religion today, well, that, and it's sunday, and... :)

Peace out, ya'll, thanks again for stopping by. Love the comments. And dance with the kids and the ones you love.
GL

praise his name in the dance -

praise him with timbrel and dance

"Dancers are the athletes of God." ~Albert Einstein

I would be remiss not to mention the killer song, All She Wants To Do Is Dance.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNpC3RoP4Zw

David Bowie Let's Dance Lyrics

Let's dance
Let's dance

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance, to the song they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway, while colour lights up your face
Let's sway, sway through the crowd to an empty space

If you say run, I'll run with you
And if you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's dance
Let's dance

Let's dance, for fear your grace should fall
Let's dance, for fear tonight is all

Let's sway, you could look into my eyes
Let's sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

And if you say run, I'll run with you
And if you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's dance
Let's dance

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance, to the song we're playing
Let's sway
Let's sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight
Let's dance
Let's
Let's
Let's
Let's sway
Let's
Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's sway
Let's sway
Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance

Evolution of Dance

Hello? How are you?

2007-03-01T09:47:00.000-08:00

Dichotomy. Blessing and a curse, this new fangled communication technology.
Can talk to a loved one half way across the earth, or get bombarded by telemarketers at the dinner table...

We've come a long way, baby, to get where we got to today.

Instant communication, are we more or better off for it?

Call me.

This was the first phone I ever "owned". When they deregulated tel-com in the early 70's I noticed that Radio Shack was selling old phones. I paid $6.95 for it, circa 1974, wired up up myself, and now I had my own phone, in my own room, to use. Spend hours talking to my numerous girlfriends. Whoops, strike that. Talking to my old family friend who was already in College. Freedom to communicate.

In college, at the frat house we had one of the payphones above. Three slot. 1 ding for a nickle, 2 dings for a dime, and a gong sound for a quarter. Fortunately we also had an identical phone with the cash box removed. All the LD operators ever listened to were the tones. So we'd feed a few quarters thru the free phone, and put the receiver up next to the free phone so the operator could hear it. I swore, I'd never complain about phone service costs in years ahead, since I got so much that was free.

Zoolander Cellphone

Lyrics for Jbelle.

"Telephone Line" ELO

Hello--how are you
Have you been alright, through all those lonely nights,
That's what I'd say, I'd tell you everything,
If you'd pick up that telephone.

Hey--how you feelin'
Are you still the same
Don't you realize the things we did were all for real not a dream,
I just can't believe
They've all faded out of view.

I look into the sky
(The love you need ain't gonna see you through.)
And I wonder why
(The little things are finally coming true.)

CHORUS
Telephone line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight
Telephone line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight

O.K. so no--one's answering,
Well can't you just let it ring a little longer
I'll just sit tight, through the shadows of the night
Let it ring for evermore.

CHORUS -- repeat

"Call Me" BLONDIE

Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car
Colour me your colour, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your colour chart
I know where you're coming from
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me my love you can call me any day or night
Call me
Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me oh my love
When you're ready we can share the wine
Call me
Ooh, he speaks the languages of love
Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami.
Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi
Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway
Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway
Call me my life
Call me call me any anytime
Call me for a ride
Call me call me for some overtime
Take me out and show me off
Put me on the scene
Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties
You're the man no in between
I know what you words can mean
Call me call me any anytime
Call me for a ride
Call me call me for some overtime
Call me in my life
Call me call me in a sweet design
Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me
Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah.
Call me my love.
Call me, call me any anytime.

Reach out and touch someone.

FRATERNAL ORDER OF BALDNESS PART 2

2007-02-27T17:30:00.000-08:00

At the time this picture was taken, I was working at a company that sold websites, over the phone, big sales organization. Call center I ran the internal computer and phone networks, which of course, were critical, 'cause if either went down, we weren't making sales.

I'd never worked in such hyped up sales organization before, what with their rah-rah meetings in the morning, and high fives when somebody made a sale...but I melded in well, people always like me as their computer support person, because I'm patient and friendly, and I'll chat em up about a picture that's in their cube, or whatever. In my 4th month there, I was awarded Employee of the Month. Enough of that self-padding on the back.

When I first started working there, I was also in extreme emotional distress, as I had just broken up with my girlfriend of 3 years, when I found out she was cheating on me. Many sleepness nights, crying, you know the aweful drill.

Lance the guy in the middle with the thing on his arm, was a supervisor and we got along well, and he was in the midst of nasty divorce (she left him), so we comisserated together quite a bit, and became good friends. He had a difficult team to manage, but he did a really good job at it, and his people really liked him.

Well about a year after I started working there, Lance came into my office, closed the door behind him, and said he'd be gone for awhile...had testicular cancer and would be going in for treatment. My jaw just dropped... 25 years old and this poor guy gets cancer. We said a few words, I wished him well and gave him a hug.

I saw him a few times while he was in treatment, I should have done more...

Anyway, so a few months later, I get an email from his boss, the center's sales manager, saying yes, he's doing much better, will probably be back to work in a couple of weeks. AND that he, Stuart, the sales manager, and Dave, the training manager (Dave's the really heavy-set guy on the far left) are wanting to throw a poker party at Dave's house, and they were inviting me, and a few others. I replied name the time and date, I'll be there.

Half an hour later I get another email from Stuart... seems the game has changed a bit. It's invitation only, and I'm still invited... but...in solidarity with Lance's loss of his hair from the chemo, all party attendees will be shaving their heads before Lance gets there, and we're gonna surprise the heck out of him. Hmmmmmm, well, I took a half-hour to decide, surfed some Bald is Beautiful sites, and emailed back, I'm in! Of the seven who were invited, all but one decided to go for it. Even Simon/Elvis, who had a perfect Elvis hairdo and could do dead on impersonations of The King.

So I arrived at the appointed time, and Dave was already shaving Stuart's head. Simon's boyfriend drops Simon off, and that beautiful Elvis coiffure went next. So now I'd seen two, they'd survived and were joking it up, so I volunteered to go next. It's the weirdest fucking thing right after you get your head shaved for the first time... Can't stop rubbing it. It still feels like there's hair there. To this day I have a tic where every once in awhile, I'll try and brush by non-existent hair out of my face.

So after pounding some more brews, it was time to go inside and setup the poker table, and wait for Lance to arrive. We're in a dining room and the front door basically opens up into it. Wish we had a video camera for this scene. Knock on door. YEAH, COME ON IN, says Dave. Lance walks in, and just looks at each one of us, from one to the other, finally laughs out loud, says "You crazy fuckers", and take his hat off...You could see he was holding back a tear in his eye, but these were pretty manly men... so he held it in. We had a roaring great night playing poker and drinking beer and telling stories. Lance was blown away, and very happy. Later, he told me privately, it's the nicest thing anyone ever did for him.

I then had the weekend to figure out what to do with this thing. By Sunday, it's getting kinda long. I figured I needed to use razor on it, not my electric, and I tried that, but it came out terrible. So, nothing else left to do, I used the old Norelco Rotary, with "floating heads" and it took about a half of an hour, but came out pretty smooth. I can do it in less than 10 minutes nowadays. Fresh blades are key.

I guess the word had gotten out at work about what we did, and so on Monday, the looks and greetings I got from various co-workers was not so much a shock, as it was admiration and joy.

By mid day, I noticed that the picture above was on like half the computers in the office, as their desktop background.

So, I figured I'd just keep it...easier than shampooing and conditioning my hair every day, almost every person I asked (and all the women) said they liked it. Simon, the gay guy, said, "I've seen alot bald heads over the years, and yours is definitely one of the better looking ones". lol

I've lost touch with Lance over the years, regrettably, heard he went to driving long haul truck. I sill see some of the other guys on occassion, gone to a few ball games and such. I'm the only one who has kept it bald. I guess the other guys have ugly bald heads or something, or their wives/girlfriends didn't like it, or they just plain don't like the look on them.

And yeah, that's me on the far right, about 30 lbs heavier that I am now (oh, the camera puts on weight).

Here's a pic of me from when I had hair...

Peace and love to you all.

GL

"What I am"
EDIE BRICKELL AND THE NEW BOHEMIANS

I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean

Philosophy, is the talk on a cereal box
Religion, is a smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
i know what I know if you know what I mean

Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep

What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what

Oh I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean

Philosophy, is a walk on the slippery rocks
Religion, is a light in the fog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Do do ya

Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep

What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what you are
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what

Da da da da
I say I say I say I do hey hey hey hey hey hey

Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep

Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep

Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep

What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what you are
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what

Or what you are oh
Or what you are oh oh oh
Say what I am

I Suppose you want an explanation, they all do...

2007-02-26T06:49:00.000-08:00

Does anyone have a f'n clue what this is about?

What it is ain't exactly clear...

2007-02-20T20:27:00.000-08:00

Bink's church

Random updates from GL-Land, not to be confused with Dizz Nee Land...

Went clothes shopping yesterday at my favorite thrift store, that's right, for several years now, if I'm buying clothes, for me, I buy only recycled goods. It's better that way, all around, plus, they were having a half-off sale on everything.

I am careful shopper however... take lots of time to find the good stuff. So, for a total of about $25, I got 2 pairs of jeans, 2 pairs of slacks, 4 T-shirts, two flannel shirts, a pair of rugged running shoes, a pair of lightweight boots, and this book. Always hoping and dreaming.

Two of the pairs of pants are two small for me to wear... but I am working on losing another 15 lbs... so, another motivation. And I was a good boy, and had a salad for dinner tonight.

The boots I got are so cool... on their soles, it's says "Reduce, Reuse, Recycle" and has the recycling symbol. The maker is Deja Shoes, which as I have now found out, makes shoes from recycled materials and environmentally friendly materials and methods.

The Deja Shoe line employes the three fold philosophy of being environmentally friendly, socially reponsible and animal cruelty free. The soles of the Deja line are made with natural tree-tap rubber purchased from small agricultural communities in Colombia; assembled using water-based adhesives; and feature non-leather microfiber uppers. The mid-soles of the Deja line are made from recycled cardboard cartons and the shoes the packaged in 100% recycled content packaging. Deja is committed to manufacturing footwear that respects people, animals, and the environment, and of course, Deja shoes are extremely high quality, stylish, and comfortable.

$3.50, at half price, for a pair of boots that still have a least 3/4 of their life left on them, and they look great. God, I love a bargain! On an environmentally friendly product! SCORE!

Lessee, what else, saw a couple of friends of mine tonight at the grocery store... Bink, my ex-coworker, and all around crazy man socialist leaning type. I go canoeing with him often, and we broke in his brand new (green of course) canoe last summer on Lake CdA, but we much prefer canoe camping at Priest Lake in northern Idaho. Yeah, not "North" Idaho, it's not its own freaking state you know. Sheesh. Here's Bink's website, it's pretty funny. The First Church of The Open Mind

The other friend I ran into, M, I know from The Spokane Progressives listserve, and many direct action events/protests with the Peace and Justice Action League. She was pretty bummed that the contractor she hired to refininsh her hardwood floors botched the job, but I have some contacts in that area I going to forward to her. Also, she may want us to install a pellet stove insert and buy a wood stove insert from us...

My good friend Marmite, in her deleted messages (knock it off, Mel) , got me thinking about some other Sinead O'Connor songs. And of course the hilarious parody interview of her being played by Jan Hooks on SNL, interviewed by Phil Hartman, as Frank Sinatra:

Frank Sinatra: Issue number three: [ points to Sinead ] This bald chick - what's with her head? Let's start with the chick. What gives, cue ball? I'm looking at you, I'm thinking: fourteen in the side pocket!

Sinead O'Connor: I can't believe you're talking about my hair with all the bloody starvation and suffering in the world right now.

Frank Sinatra: Come on! Swing, baby, you're platinum!

SINEAD O'CONNOR - "The Last Day Of Our Acquaintance"

This is the last day of our acquaintance
I will meet you later in somebody's office
I'll talk but you won't listen to me
I know what your answer will be
I know you don't love me anymore
You used to hold my hand when the plane took off
Two years ago there just seemed so much more
And I don't know what happened to our love
Today's the day
Our friendship has been stale
And we will meet later to finalize the details
Two years ago the seed was planted
And since then you have taken me for granted
But this is the last day of our acquaintance
I will meet you later in somebody's office
I'll talk but you won't listen to me
I know your answer already
But this is the last day of our acquaintance
I will meet you later in somebody's office
I'll talk but you won't listen to me
I know your answer already
I know your answer already
I know your answer already
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SINEAD O'CONNOR
Scorn Not His Simplicity
(Phil Coulter)

See the child
With the golden hair
Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside
Do we know
Can we understand just how he feels
Or have we really tried
See him now
As he stands alone
And watches children play a children's game
Simple child
He looks almost like the others
Yet they know he's not the same
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
See him stare
Not recognizing the kind face
That only yesterday he loved
The loving face
Of a mother who can't understand
what she's been guilty of
How she cried, tears of happiness
the day the doctor told her it's a boy
Now she cries tears of helplessness
and thinks of all the things he can't enjoy
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy
But surely you should care
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no

You do something to me

2007-02-20T09:50:00.000-08:00

Hi peoples, am just kinda goofing around today, was thinking about the Britney Spears thing, and remembered about Sinead O'Connor. Found this old standard she did. O'Connor has guts and talent, Spears does not.

Peace
GL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bejmPkV_GLg

You Do Something To Me"
Cole Porter/Sinead O'Connor 1990

You do something to me.
Something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be
You have the pow'r to hypnotize me.
Let me live 'neath your spell.
Do do that vodoo that you do so well.

For you do something to me
That nobody else can do.
Let me live 'neath your spell.
Do do that vodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else can do.
That nobody else can do

hurry home

Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials

2007-02-19T20:16:00.000-08:00

Not a happy camper here, folks. The news is beyond depressing.

Insurgents in Iraq mount a major attack on a US installation, killing two soldiers, and wounding dozens.

WP and Army Times reporting horrendous conditions and denial of services to our veterans...

Can't take this anymore...

Peace, please.

GL

In Hot Water

2007-02-18T13:35:00.000-08:00

So as I was saying folks, last week my business partner Bruce and I did a solar hot water installation down in the lovely town of Walla Walla Washington...

I met Bruce at the warehouse, where he used the forklift to load the 80 gallon solar/electric hot water tank, and associated thermal solar gear onto the huge flat bed trailer that we have. We also loaded up the Escalera, a fancy "dolly" for moving heavy equipment around, including up and down stairs...

We were going to take the scenic route, but since we were running late, decided to take the faster, mostly freeway route, noting that if we had time, we'd take the scenic route on the way back.

Leaving the treed area around Spokane traveling west, we entered the great desert that is the central part of WA, arriving in the Tri-Cities, home to the one of the most radioactive contaminated sites in the nation, where the the Manhattan project was headquartered, the Hanford Reservation, that place makes me ill. We then travelled along the Columbia river towards Walla Walla, and were amazed to see, right from the road, two bald eagles perched in the trees, eyeing fresh fish from the river.

Soon enough there was this hideous stench in the air, that of a Boise-Cascade pulp mill. As we came up to this stinking, hulking monstrosity, it spewing all manner of foul shit into the air and into the river too, I couldn't help but think...INDUSTRIAL HEMP NOW!!! Betcha processing hemp into paper is not nearly as polluting as this belching, hideously ugly plant.

The house we were to install this on was touted as a solar home, and indeed, it's design took maximum advantage of the sun's rays, and stores heat underground that can be released as needed. We were surprised that it was still under construction. We arrived around noon, and no one was there to let us in, but Bruce found an unlocked window and got to door open to the utility room where the hot water tank needed to be installed.

There were no sidewalks, in fact, the ground was muddy, and there were several trenches where irrigation pipes had been installed, between us and the utility room. We found several sheets of plywood and made a walkway of sorts, so we could get the tank to the utility room.

We were on somewhat of a deadline, we had stuff we had to get done, before the plumber came the next day to complete the final hookups, both on the tank, and up on the roof.

The General contractor, Mark, arrived back from lunch around 1 pm, we made our greetings, and continued to get the tank and the solar hot water heat exchanger all setup for final connection into the house's water system by the plumber.

Next, we got out the ladders, and headed up onto the roof. After talking to the contractor about the roof design we realized we couldn't attach the solar collector to the roof trusses, like we usually do, but Bruce came up with another plan, since there was a substantial roof underlayment to attach to. We attached the footings for the solar panel to the roof, after careful measurements, and began the assembly of the solar collector itself.

I noticed from the view up there that this property sat high on a hill, with two creeks surrounding it. Later, I learned from the property owners that both these creeks were habitat for Salmon, and that the owners had done a bunch of conservation easment work around the creeks to protect them from agricultural run-off and such.

The owners arrived later in the afternoon, and they invited us to dinner at their house that evening. We quit working around 5:30 when the sun went down. They suggested we stay at the Super 8, since it was near the house they were renting for the time being. John and Nancy were the owners, both were retired teachers from the Seattle area, but John was originally from Walla Walla. He had attended Pomona College, a private "Ivy League" college of the west, not far from where I went to college at Cal Poly, Pomona.

John picked us up at the hotel, in his Prius Hybrid, of course, and we had a lovely meal of take out Mexican food, local wine, and great conversation. Back at the hotel, we were able to get on the internet, and catch up a bit. Thank god, I was jonesing pretty bad.

Next morning, we were on on way to Home Depot to pick up some parts we needed. Then we saw the VW bus which had a bumper sticker on it that said, "Buy Local, or Buh-Bye Local". We had just passed a local plumbing supply house, and decided to turn around and buy our stuff there, rather than at the mega-corp Home Depot. The local place had everything we needed and they were friendly.

We had quite a bit to get done before the plumber arrived at noon, and actually we finished up by 10:45 or so, and tried to see if he could come sooner, no luck. So I went back to town to get us some lunch, and distilled water we needed for the system. The plumber Mike, arrived about 12:45, and he was an affable guy, but not the plumber who had done the earlier work on the system, but he was adept at learning. We asked him about restraraunts for dinner that evening, and he recommended a Thai food place that he was taking his fiance to later that evening for Valentine's Day. A late dinner, as he had class that evening, and she, poor thing, worked for a florist, on this, the busiest day of the year...

As the sun set, I noticed several owls hooting, and a coyote yipping, which made a bunch of other unseen animals start making noises. We tried calling the Thai food place, but either it was busy, or no answer. We stopped by there on our way back to town, and the owner said, sorry, completely booked up.

We decided to change hotels to one that closer to down town, where we could hopefully find someplace decent to eat, on this very busy dining out evening. Someone had recommended a place that has spaghetti on Wednesday nights, we found the place, and it wasn't too crowded, nor was it filled with couples oogling each other for V-Day, a bonus. And excellent dinner.

Oh, I found these snacks in the natural foods section of the store:

Tings are a fun snack mon, Tings are made with love, humor and nutrition in mind. Tings are cool mon.

It is our mission to find you nutrition in quirky ways. We've added nutritional yeast, a terrific food supplement for flavor and nutrition. Fans are called Ting heads, even your friends will think you are cool.

Good Tings come to those who wait!

Don't forget kindness, giving and friendship while you are enjoying Tings.

Ever since 1986 we've been making snacks for you.

For real man!

Back at the hotel, never could get the wireless internet to work, I was pretty damn bummed about that, but tired anyway, so hit the hay around 10. Mike the plumber was coming back at 7:30 in the morning, and we had to pick up a few more parts.

Thursday, it was raining, and unfortunately, we still had more work to do on the roof, ugh... I got pretty soaked. But anyway, we finally got everything hooked up, put together, loaded with glycol, tested, pressurized, etc, and showed Mark the contractor how it all worked. Even on this cloudy/rainy day, the system was making some hot water.

It started clearing up, and getting very windy as we headed back home, in a hurry, so we went the same way back. We stopped off at a natural foods store/cafe run by the 7th Day Adventists for some sandwiches and snacks for the drive home. Along this route is one of the largest wind farms in the country, and those giant wind turbines were spinning like crazy. Tumbleweeds were blowing all over the road. Then we got pulled over by the cops, 'cause Bruce (as I've WARNED him about), didn't have current tags on the trailer... Sheesh.

Took us almost a full day longer than we expected, but we hadn't done this particular type of solar hot water system before, and the manuals were chock full of errors, so all-in-all, not too bad considering we had to improvise and figure things out as we went along. And all the people we met were really cool. Renewable energy and cool people, can't beat that.

Wage Peace

2007-02-16T12:44:00.000-08:00

Hi folks, I plan to write up my solar install trip later tonight, lotta fun stuff, for for now, I give you this:

Wage Peace

By Judyth Hill*

Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings
and flocks of redwing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children
and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen
and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.

Wage peace with your listening:
hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools:
flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.

Make soup.
Play music, learn the word for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty
or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.
Wage peace.

Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious.
have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate today.

* Sometimes mistakenly attributed to Mary Oliver

Love is...

2007-02-12T20:57:00.000-08:00

Well campers, I'll be on the road the next two days, Tuesday, and the big day, Valentine's Day, prolly no internet access, and even tho I'm a bad blogger, not regularing posting, not following up, well, what the hell, nobody said I had to have a license and training to do this damn stuff, so just piss off, will ya? God!

We'll be installing a solar hot water system which will send sun warmed water to a domestic hot water system, and I think they have a in floor radient heat system as well. Generally, such a system can provide all the hot water needed 8-9 months of the year, and in the coldest, cloudiest days of winter, can still provide about 40% of the hot water needed. Unless, ahem, you like to partake in long love making sessions in the shower. That'll cost extra. Or just use the tub for cripes sakes...

We'll be in Walla Walla, WA, a beautiful town, if you don't think about all the angst in the folks in the State Penitentiary there. Located at 1313 N. 13th St, which sounds kinda creepy, if I knew one damn thing about numerology.

Where was I, oh yes, Love is...

Saw this on a church sign the other day:

LOVE IS A DECISION. No idea what that means.

Then I got this in my email:
LOVE IS AN ACTION. hmmmmmmmm, guess so.

Then there's a book everybody's raving about, Eat, Pray, Love

I'm in love, but I'd don't what all that means. The Libraries and internets of chock full of what love is, what it means. As is pop culture. "Love is a Battlefield" one of favorite female rockers sings...

We hear this one often enough, from the Bible, and I think it's good: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoice with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." (1 Corinthians 13:4-8a)
Easier said than done.

I'm into sustainability, and I think that's the critical issue here.
Sustainable Love. Making it last, though all of life's trials, tribulations, temptations, and tribbles. You heard me. When you can grab the pebble from my hand...

I am in love, yet I'm lonely. And some of my dearly-loved friends are going thru GREAT trials and tribulations right now, ones that would slay ordinary mortals. But they are strong, and they will prevail, after much crying. My heart and my hugs go out to them, every day.

Then there's Free Love a concept from the 1960s, what was/is that?

And then there's Radar Love, wtf is that? Besides a great road tune...

Pixie probably has it right, love the one you're with. If you can.

Peace and Love be with you all.
GL

You say that you’ll love me anyway
but I know it’s not in your eyes.
You say you can’t take it night and day
but I know It’s an alibi.

Deja where did we go wrong?
Y’ said that you’d be mine ‘till the end of time.
Love me tomorrow, love me tomorrow
Love me tomorrow, love me tomorrow

I say it’s a sad sort of play when you never let in my lines.
You say that I’m better off this way but I know it’s all in your mind.

Deja where did we go wrong?
Y’ said that you’d be mine ‘till the end of time.
Love me tomorrow, love me tomorrow
Forget all your sorrow, love me tomorrow

Slide Guitar (8 measures)

Deja where did we go wrong?
Y’ said that you’d be mine ‘till the end of time.
Love me tomorrow, love me tomorrow
Forget all your sorrow, love me tomorrow

Fender Rhodes (4 measures)

"Love Me Tomorrow"
BOZ SCAGGS

every night Im lyin in bed
Holdin you close in my dreams
Thinkin about all the things that we said
And comin apart at the seams
We try to talk it over
But the words come out to rough
I know you were tryin
To give me the best of your love

Beautiful faces and loud, empty places
Look at the way that we live
Wastin our time on cheap talk and wine
Left us so little to give
That same old crowd
Was like a cold dark cloud
That we could never rise above
But here in my heart I give you the best of my love
Oh sweet darlin you get the best of my love, oh
Sweet darlin, you get the best of my love

Im goin back in time
And its a sweet dream
It was a quiet night
And I would be all right
If I could go on sleepin
But every mornin
I wake up and worry
Whats gonna happen today
You see it your way
And I see it mine
But we both see it slippin away

You know we always had each other baby
I guess that wasnt enough
Oh, but here in my heart
I give you the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin
You get the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin
You get the best of my love
Every night and day,
You get the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin you get the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin you get the best of my love..

"Best of my Love"
THE EAGLES

Early in the morning risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
But I got a dalmatian and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fuckin riot
Life is too short so love the one you got cause you might get
runover or you might get shot
Never start no static
I just get it off my chest
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest
Take a small example
A tip from me take all of your money and give it up to charity
Lovin's what I got
It's within my reach
And the sublime style's still straight from long beach
It all comes back to you you're gonna get what you deserve
Try and test that you're bound to get served
Love's what I got
Don't start a riot
You feel it when the dance gets hot
That's why I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot, hits
the bottle and goes back to the rock
Fuckin and fighting it's all the same
Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin come back to me

"Love is What I Got"
SUBLIME

A day in the life

2007-02-07T22:39:00.000-08:00

Best part of the day today, as far as work goes...

We're wrapping everything up, loading up the van with the tools, and packing the trailer, and the mistress of the house comes home, with her 3-4 year old daughter, Em.

Em literaly jumps out of her car seat and comes running to me, fast talking so cute as little girls to...

"Do you know why I'm STILL in my pajamas?"

"No, Em, why"

"'Cause it was "p" day at school today, we got to wear our pj's ALL DAY!. And we got to eat pancakes, and we had popcorn at the movies, and it was Pete #2s Birthday, Pete#2, cause we got two Petes, and we had so much fun, but there was no birthday cake, 'cause Pete#2 he's allergic, and so we had cookies and candies and milk and punch, and we went to the movies, it was so fun!"

"What a GREAT day you had, Em, Gosh I wish I could have fun like that."

"Well, it's not fun like that EVERY day, but today it was and we're going to do valentines next week, so that will be fun too."

She's dressed in the cutest little pink PJ's and pink slippers, and pink hat, and then she traipes off into the yard to play around in all the mud puddles, sing-songing all along, to what I don't know, something from Veggie-Tales I think.

Then this beautiful little tow-headed blonde comes back over to our van, and says:

"hey, I know you guys, you're the sun guys, gonna give mommy and daddy and our house 'lectricity from the sun"

"Yes, honey, that's us. It's SOLAR power, from the sun. The power that makes your lights and TVs work and stuff. We're done for today, but we'll be back soon!"

"Well, I sure hope so!" she exclaims.

And then runs off with her 5 year old sister to play in the mud puddles some more.
As I tear up... thinking of when my dauther was that little and talkative, and playful like that. Well, she's still that talkative. But just turned 15, has a "boy-friend", (they haven't done anything, her mother insists), but she did get her first marks on her "permanant" record... 3.95, all A's but one A-, in Honors Math...
Am so proud.

They grow up so damn fast...

Hug 'em, all the time, they deserve it. Or every chance you get...

Break the pattern...

Peace and love ya'll!

GL

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I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
She's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too

Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made

Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world

So fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too

"Daughters"
JOHN MAYER

Bombardment by Adverts

2007-02-06T18:23:00.000-08:00

With Valentine's Day being just around the corner, I am deluged with offers from HOT women to get together with me.

No, that's not true. But my email box and my post office box are JAMMED full of ads from Red Envelope, Victoria's Secret, Karma's Boutique, Amazon, and even Web dating sites.

Can't blame them too much, I guess, they know of my profligate spending in such areas, altho, that was a few years ago... You'd think they'd update their records. Anyway, it seems like I'm like about 20 of these emails a day, and that's not counting my spam folder...

I do not think that money and gifts can buy love, but I do think it is quite right and proper to buy your honey something special for V-Day (altho, maybe not 15-20 gifts like I used to do). But something special, that you think your lover will enjoy. Or, you both will. Pretty simple, really.

But since I'm unattached, it's all rather bothersome, if not depressing. Especially after reading this story, and severely questioning the mentality of these woman, and their desireability, and whacked priorities. Maybe it's all marketing hype.

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In a survey conducted by Unilever, the consumer products giant, found women on average would abstain from sex for a Prada, a Bisou-Bisou or an Armani.

In fact, in a questionnaire of a thousand women, in ten major cities, women would forego sex for, say, about 15 months, in exchange for new apparel.

And two percent of the women took haute couture to the extreme complete makeover, claiming, for a new closet full of clothes, they would give up the thrill of sex for three years.

For men, it may be more than a Bud Light for those dark and lonely nights.

Get this!

Sixty-one percent of the women polled said they'd “lose” it, if they lost their favorite outfit, and claim that it would be worse than losing the chance at love-making for a month.

When asked which wears better, over time, well, it wasn’t relationships. The average woman has hung to her most adored attire for 12 ½ years, which is one year longer than the average woman’s longest relationship.

"Some people say clothes make the man, but the right clothes can even replace him," fashion designer, stylist and TV personality Carson Kressley from the reality TV show "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" said in a statement accompanying the poll.
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What in bloody hell has gone in these women's minds? I mean sure, everyone wants to look good, I too appreciate a well dressed woman, but WTF? Has materialism and superficiality taken over? Are these women's sex lives so bereft of playfulness, and fondling, and foreplay, and just plain good life-soul affirming orgasms, IOW, the sex they're having is so humdrum, wham-bam thank you maam, that they'd just as soon abstain? For months, if not years? Or are so many of their lovers not attentive to their needs? Sad really...Doesn't make me very excited about dating and getting serious again, either, to say the least. "Hey baby, I understand, headache again, right? It's OK, you just go hit the mall and get some clothes, oh, yes, here's the Platinum MasterCard, have fun sweetie!"

OTOH, I noticed a flaw in this study... It didn't ask them if they'd be willing to give up their, ahem, little (or not so little), friends, i.e. vibrator, "rabbit" or whatever... So, there's that, unexamined angle...of approach...to the "landing flaps zone"... I'll stop now...

Oh, but wait, I have a survey: Shall I post lyrics like I almost always do, snippets, or not at all? Discuss and debate.

Peace and Love by with you all.

GL

Suprise Song #1
CHRIS DE BURGH

Suprise Song #2 (Dreaming)
RICKI LEE JONES

THERE'S A WAR GOIN' ON OUTSIDE

2007-02-01T22:49:00.000-08:00

Iraqi-American rapper TIMZ has released a politically charged music video that is getting national attention since it's debut on YouTube.com this week. “Iraq” is destined to be a true rallying cry during these difficult political times. On his fiery and autobiographical debut CD, TIMZ—aka Tommy Hanna, an American born rapper of Chaldean and Iraqi descent--gets right up in our faces, mixing explosive, Middle Eastern tinged beats with incendiary rhymes in an effort to shatter those ugly stereotypes that have plagued people who look like him since 9/11 and the start of the Iraq war.

Word on the street is that this video is popular with a significant number of our troops.

This bloody quagmire is LOST... people... pul-lease.

SUPPORT THE TROOPS, BRING THEM HOME!

Click here if above won't play.

The following is a video commercial by American Iraqi War (OIF) Veterans, specifically against this ridiculous troop escalation into the meatgrinder.

A recent survey of the troops indicated less than 42% of them were in favor of the Shrub's (thank you Molly Ivins, RIP, you will be missed) policies in Iraq. Gee, great. Big surprise. They see the disaster going on.

Try clicking here is it doesn't work.

And please, let's not forget about the parents who have lost their sons and daughters over there... Not to mention the widowed, widowers, sons and daughters who lost a parent, the 35,000 wounded, and untold Iraqi casualities, totally beyond the pale.

Gold Star Mothers for Peace

Or like the OIF Vet who came home to Minnesota, suffering from PTSD. Went to the VA Hospital, twice, got put on a many week long waiting list. Snuffed himself two days later. The VA is underfunded, and poorly managed, in many ways. I hear about from the inside, my sister, who is a Professional at a VA Hospital, and a Major in the Army Reserve. And a big Hillary fan. I don't hold that against her, too much.

Point is, the entire War, top to bottom, is a disaster. Planned chaos is the only reason I can see for this happening. Since it's very profitable, to oil companies, private contractors, your average war profiteers...

Talk it up to your peeps. This thing's gotta be shut down, and soon.

peace.
GL

Mow it down

2007-01-29T20:56:00.000-08:00

PARDON ME THOU
BLEEDING PIECE OF EARTH
THAT I AM MEEK...

-William Shakespeare

I remember when I first traveled the Evergreen State, before deciding to move up here from southern California, some 16 years ago, and wondered about the logging. Many battles had been fought, especially around protecting the Spotted Owl.

I entered into Washington State from the east, having come up a part of Idaho's Hiway 95 dangerous goat trail. Didn't see much evidence of logging anywhere, until, oh my god, I got to the Olympic Peninsula...

I had envisioned the whole Peninsula to be this great, grand, and glorius old growth woodland wonderland. Boy was I surprised. Mile after mile after mile of the ugliest clearcuts I'd ever seen in my life. Just logged right up to road, so plain to see, hell the forest is so thick there, if they'd left a 30 ft. stand next to the road, you'd never know the clearcuts were back there. This is in the Olympic National Forest.

Then I get into Olympic National Park, most of which has never been logged, and the difference is so striking as to make me want to cry. The tree plantations outside look nothing like the Park does. I mean the Park is gorgeous, with a mix of tree types, and varying sizes...love that place.

But then I exit towards Forks, the logging capital of the world or something, and right away, there's all the masaccre again... Ugliness.

Our local Lands Council does a very good job watching out after the timber sales, and making sure they leave the prescribed amount of old growth trees in place, and such. It's an important function that I'm glad to be involved with, and they throw a killer auction party every year around Earth Day...

Well sorry this is so fucking boring, all three of you reading this...I was out and about hiking this weekend in the Spokane River gorge, and it's beautiful, and I'm always thinking about the wild places that need to be protected. You should be too.

TREES STOP GLOBAL WARMING! The sequester carbon, and give off oxygen. Duh.

PS Have been in a bit of funk lately...good people getting into my mind and needing some attention, some support, to share a laugh, during some varying difficult times. And I enjoyed doing it and will continue, that's what friends are for. My troubles are comparatively few and mild. And these conversations have not been all gloomie, in fact much of it has been rather soul-uplifting, and joyous as can be.

Probably feel better getting some real work done, supposed to be out tomorow in the field if the weather holds out, for a couple of days. And the war news, and spin... I can't even take any of it right now, the violence is escalating more and more, every day.

Carry on, thanks for stopping by.

Peace.
GL

yes, this song is a little sappy, but then so was I when I was 12 years old. Oh, I listened to plenty of real rock and roll too... Zep, Stones, Beatles, Kinks, etc. etc. But this song made me want to do something about the environment.

"Out In The Country"
THREE DOG NIGHT
written by Paul Williams and Roger Nichols)

- peaked at # 15 in 1970

Whenever I need to leave it all behind
Or feel the need to get away-ay-ay
I find a quiet place, far from the human race
Out in the country

Before the breathin' air is gone
Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time
Out where the rivers like to run
I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin'

Whenever I feel them closing in on me
Or need a bit of room to move
When life becomes too fast, I find relief at last
Out in the country

Before the breathin' air is gone
Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time
Out where the rivers like to run
I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin'

------ organ ------

Before the breathin' air is gone
Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time
Out where the rivers like to run
I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin'

Before the breathin' air is gone
Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time
Out where the rivers like to run
I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin'

Before the breathin' air is gone
Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time
(fade)

The Tragic Kingdom

2007-01-27T14:18:00.000-08:00

I grew up practically in the shadow of the Matterhorn Mountain of DisneyLand. I have been there at least 50 times in my life, so far.

Every 15 minutes, the Disneyland helocopters would fly overhead, shuttling people back and forth from the Disneyland Hotel, to John Wayne Airport, and LAX.

My father, an electrician, worked for 9 months or so at Disneyland, wiring the Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln attraction.

Back in the days of tickets for the rides, admission only to the Park, was 75 cents!, for kids under 11 years old. It was about a 5 mile bike ride, and my friends and I, often went there... we had no money for tickets, but there was still the ambiance, and the free rides, Dopey and Sleepy tho they were.

Every night, always knew when it was 9:30 pm, 'cause we could hear the Disneyland fireworks from our house. Often on sundays, Mr. Walt Disney himself would be in the Park, checking things out, giving autographs, etc. There's a picture of Walt and I somewhere, I'm about 7 years old, and we're at my favorite place there, after the Matterhorn, of course, The Autopia. So cal kid, hooked on cars... but of course.

After a few years and 20 some visits, got bored of the usual stuff. Found a secret passageway inside Sleeping Beauty's Castle that you could get up to the roof of the Castle. Fabulous view of the Park. Later, a great place to sneak a j...

In highschool, our Marching Band, which was one of the best in so cal, got invited to march in the Disneyland Parade... Quite an honor. I think we played some dumb song, and then, our standard march that year, the Buy-Centenial Year, The Stars and Stripes Forever.

I loved Tom Sawyer's Island...the caves, the forts, all of it. We discovered a "neat trick". The fake Mill's water wheel could be made to temporarily go backwards, drenching who ever came after us. Quite comical, and enjoyable on a hot Anaheim summer day.

My best friend, Kurt, and his Dad's company built a new Koifish pond at the Hotel. The first day after the very expensive Koifish were placed in the pond, Kurt accidented killed them all, putting the wrong chemicals in the water... bummer. We used to feed the Koifish everyday, brought 'em to a frenzy... Learned about all the underground tunnels under Disneyland, and the Hotel.

May friend Matt, who's Dad was our HS physics and computer teacher, got a job at the Park right after high school, working in a restaurant. Very coveted job, and like any employee, he could go in the Park at any time, and bring in one guest. Eventually, he got a job in the ultra secret private club for all the movers and shakers in The OC, Club 66. It's near the Pirates of the Carribean. Only place that served alcohol in the whole Park. He was a bartender, but they had no bar, he just mixed the drinks in the back, which were served to the the customers at their dining table. He was behind the scenes, never saw the public, but had to dress in a Tuxedo anyway...

So having all that experience with Disneyland, and being naturally cynical types, of course, we named it Dismal-Land, the Tragic Kingdom. Now that Disney/ABC has become a giant media conglomerate that markets the Disney brand EVERYWHERE, it's just not so special anymore...

But boy, especially as kids, did we fun there.

Have a great day, campers, and thank you for stopping by...
I'm going for a hike.
Peace
GL

I just ran away from home
Now I'm going to dizz knee land
I just crashed my car again
Now I'm going to dizz knee land
I just robbed a grocery store
I'm going to dizz knee land
I just flipped off President George
I'm going to dizz knee land

I just tossed a fifth of gin
Now I'm going to dizz knee land
I just got cuffed again
Now I'm going to dizz knee land
Shot my gun into the night
I'm going to dizz knee land
I just saw a good man die
I'm going to dizz knee land

Kicked my ass out of school
Rolled me out into the street
Hitched a ride on a monkey's back
Headed west into the black

I'm going to dizz knee land

"I'm Going to Dizz Knee Land"
DADA

It's the End of the World as we know it.

2007-01-26T11:46:00.000-08:00

Because my damn internet is down at home...

Sheesh, I hate this place. The library.

The books are all taunting me...

Why haven't you read ME yet?

PISS OFF! JERK!

At least my radio interview went well this morning...

I can't take this taunting... fuckers...

Hope to be in touch later...

Peace.
GL

Wouldn't You Want Somebody to Love?

2007-01-25T12:57:00.000-08:00

A compelling post over on my friend Jump's site inspired me, it's about her relationship with her father, and starts out with how her parents met, her post is here Well worth a read.
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Interestingly, the way I met my now ex-wife was very much like her Dad’s situation. Dates were required for certain fraternity date functions, “sanctions” were meted out if you didn’t have a date, or didn’t show up.

I needed a date for the party that was to occur the following evening. I was at a Fraternity/Sorority exchange, it was thursday night, and I needed a date for friday. I was tired of getting “sanctions”. Noticed in the earlier socializing that there seems to be a few likely candidates. Towards the end of evening, I went looking for one girl, long dark hair, tall, that I remembered talking to briefly, earlier in the evening.

On the front porch couch were 4 women, 2 who looked very much the same. I approached the one I thought I had talked to earlier, made some chit-chat, and then asked to the party for the following evening, she accepted. Got her phone number and said I’d call in the morning to make further arrangements. Just then, one of my fraternity brothers called me to go help with something, I said a a polite good bye to the one who would become my wife, and as I turned to leave, I finally realized it. It was the other girl that was on the couch that I had talked to earlier. I asked the WRONG person, well, not wrong, but not who I was expecting to ask before. Kismet?

We had fun at the party, it was costume, Saturday Night Live theme. I went as Mr. Bill, and she was "Hands" Heh! We continued to date and were a couple within a month or two. The rest is history. We had our good times and bad, mostly good. On balance we were very compatible, and we help each other out immensely getting thru the various trials and tribulations of school, family crises, fraternity/sorority, Student Organizations/Government that we were both heavily involved in. I was with her all thru college and we got married a few years after that.

We fell out of love, and out of loving, fairly early on after that, and truth be told, on our wedding day, I had my doubts, but this train was on the tracks. We put up the facade and were very good friends. After we moved to Spokane and she got preggo right away, very much a surprise, I knew then I was in for at least another 5 years, as we had always planned that one of us, probably her, would stay home to raise an infant and toddler to near school age.

I always did more than my share of household duties, without complaint, and same with taking care of our daughter. After she started kindergarten, my wife wife fell into a really good job in her field. A couple of years later, I was so depressed that I didn’t have a loving marriage, I’d cry like a blubbering chump when I’d see on the TV, or read about some couple that was so obviously in love… We’d tried over a year of counseling, it wasn’t working, and I finally decided to leave, hardest decision ever. Luckily the divorce and details were relatively amicable, as they still are today.

Moral to the story, I have no freaking clue, and as far as those go, I am more inclined to know the moral of the story of a Fractured Fairy Tale, then one from real life. Hmmmm, maybe there is something there. Maybe someone else can speculate the moral of the story, if there is one.

Hope ya'll have somebody, or will soon.
GL

Everybody needs somebody
Everybody needs somebody to love (someone to love)
Sweetheart to miss (sweetheart to miss)
Sugar to kiss (sugar to kiss)
I need you you you
I need you you you
I need you you you in the morning
I need you you you when my souls on fire

Sometimes I feel
I feel a little sad inside
When my baby mistreats me
I never never never have a place to hide
I need you
...
You know people when you do find that somebody
Hold that woman, hold that man
Love him, hold him, squeeze her, please her, hold her
Squeeze and please that person, give em all your love
Signify your feelings with every gentle caress
Because its so important to have that special somebody
To hold, kiss, miss, squeeze and please

Everybody needs somebody
Everybody needs somebody to love
Someone to love
Sweetheart to miss
Sugar to kiss
I need you you you
...

"Everybody Needs Somebody"
THE BLUES BROTHERS

Earth shake, it's good for you!

2007-01-24T03:56:00.000-08:00

SOTU
POTUS
FUBAR
SNAFU

"Aye Aye, sir!" (The new Chair of the Joint Chiefs is a Navy guy... Bush is going to destroy that branch of the armed forces, next.

The Shrub dares to talk about renewable energy, while 4 out of last 5 of his budgets CUT funding for NREL (National Renewable Energy Lab)

I mean, why would anybody believe this guy? Oh, most of us don't, arouind 65% now.

Power in numbers and in people.

So GWB? STFU

No one believes you. Hypocrisy reins there.

Now, let's boogie.

FEEL THE EARTH MOVE
Carole King/Martika
Written by: Carole King


I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

Ooh, baby, when I see your face
Mellow as the month of May
Oh, darling, I can't stand it
When you look at me that way

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

Oh, darling, when you're near me
And you tenderly call my name
I know that my emotions
Are something I just can't tame
I've just got to have you, baby

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down
I just lose control
Down to my very soul
I get a hot and cold all over
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down,
Tumbling down, tumbling down...

Save the Planet, Have Some Fun

2007-01-23T12:34:00.000-08:00

Hello campers, glad some of you are still sticking around. The drama last week once again as predicted, shot blog numbers thru the roof. But I'm sick of it. Can only dwell on that shit for so long before it just drives you freaking crazy.

And there are better "types" of activities that drive one crazy. In a good way. ;)

The energy of the sun makes all life possible on this planet. Plants make the oxygen we must breathe, and the food we must eat that gives us the energy to be alive.

The most intense usage of that energy is in our deepest interpersonal relationships, yes, campers, I'm talking sexual energy, in all it's glory. And accoutremas.

Or sans accoutremas. Hey, those of you partnered up campers, you know what, think outside the box! You got the perfectly natural God/Mother Nature given goods, now USE them. Creatively! Lovingly!

The "safe word" today, is cucumber. It's all natural.

Peace, Love, and Hang 10.

GL

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Distracted

2007-01-23T03:01:00.000-08:00

Pardon my Blogger-Black-Out there, dear readers. It's a good distraction.
I have have benefited by some near miracles recently, for that I am thankful.

I've got nothing to say, but it's OK.
Good morning
Godd morning
Good.

And now some comedy.

"Jesus Christ"
BILL COSBY

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Half-cracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, thought, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

"My Back Pages"
BOB ZIMMERMAN

Winter Wonderland/California Dreaming

2007-01-21T21:41:00.000-08:00

Hello campers, enjoying those warm SOLAR showers, I hope.

A dichotomy, once again.

Seems the game has been stopped, mostly, in the insincere ingratution game. Bully for me. Still the perps persist. Sad, really.

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From 2nd grade thru 5th grade, I'd in the coldest climate in the lower 48, northern Minnesota. But I loved it. Extended family EVERYWHERE. Grandparents lived right next door. Other grandparents, just across town, 5 min. away.

We had snow, usually, on the ground from early November to April. Cold, dry, powder snow, impossible to make snowmen and/or snowballs out of.

Our house was sledding headquarters, as we had the biggest hill. Yep, right down the front yard into the street. Grandfather refurbed for me a very cool old toboggan, AND an old sled. I preferred the tobaggan, especially with it's exra carrying capacity. A social thing.

Generally, we'd a have a crowd of about 7-9 kids, every afternoon, evening, out there going up and down, up and down, that little hill in my front yard. We did so enjoy it. Average temps were in the low teens, often much colder. Long underwear, pants, snow pants, several shirts/sweaters, and a down parka were standard operating clothing. And grandma's knitted wool hats and mittens (with choppers, of course). We'd play for hours out there, sometimes even after the "curfew" city-wide warning siren wouild go off at 10 pm.

In 6th grade, we moved (back) to the land of milk and honey. The Golden State, California. My dad was in construction, an electrician, and well, you see, in CA in the 60's and 70's, they NEVER stopped building. Greatest bulding boom of all time, actually.

I always missed the snow. Luckily, in so. cal. in the winter, you can get to the snow in the mountains in a couple of hours. A very needed fix for me. Almost spent the night one time in a blizzard on a mountain top in The OC, Saddleback Peak.

It is a veritable, wonderful, winter wonderland here in Spokalooney right now. All the trees are snow covered or coated in icy-snow. Non arterial roads are a freaking slippery nightmare. But it is beautiful. However...

Is it as beautiful as Huntington Beach this time of year? When it can be 75 on the sand, and clear as a bell, affording views of Catalina Island, and the snow-capped San Gabriel Mountains? That indescribable smell of the ocean? Different strokes, different folks.

This agression will not stand, man.

If only I was in El-Lay...mmmmmmmm

To all my old gf's that were flute players, and those who weren't too, but had/enjoyed the oral fixation.

Peace.

What the world needs now, is love, sweet love...

All the leaves are brown - All the leaves are brown
And the sky is gray - And the sky is gray
I've been for a walk - I've been for a walk
On a winter's day - On a winter's day
I'd be safe and warm - I'd be safe and warm
If I was in L.A. - If I was in L.A.
California dreaming - California dreaming
On such a winter's day

/ Am G F G / Bm7 - E7 F / C E7 Am Dm7 / E Dm6 E7 - /
/ 1st / Bm7 - E7 - / 1st / Bm7 - E7 - /

Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees - Got down on my knees
And I pretend to pray - I pretend to pray
You know the preacher likes the cold - Preacher likes the cold
He knows I'm gonna stay - Knows I'm gonna stay
California dreaming - California dreaming
On such a winter's day

All the leaves are brown - All the leaves are brown
And the sky is gray - And the sky is gray
I've been for a walk - I've been for a walk
On a winter's day - On a winter's day
If I didn't tell her - If I didn't tell her
I could leave today - I could leave today
California dreaming - California dreaming
On such a winter's day - California dreaming
On such a winter's day - California dreaming
On such a winter's day

"California Dreaming"
THE MAMAS AND THE PAPAS

A little dab 'il do ya...

2007-01-20T22:09:00.000-08:00

(also from the Mitch Miller days) Look it up, ya lazy bums! (Strike that)

I have loved standup comedy since the way early days. Was listening to Bill Cosby when I was like 8 years old. (Wonderfullness, Why is There Air?) Actually saw him "in concert" in the whatever it was called in Anaheim, they had a lot of religious revivals there, but rented it out too. Circa 1970, before ya'll were born.
Loved the stand-ups on The Really Big Shoe.

But in the pecking order of such, I'm sure Richard Pryor comes out very near the top.

Dear, I think we're facing a problem.

I want ta, thank you, for letting me, be myself, again. Thank you for the party.

Video here. Sorry PT, but you know, there's a reason they don't allow horse and buggies on the interstate. You know you have a need, for speed so freaking deal with it. I hear AOL DSL is pretty damn cheap.

Words Fail

2007-01-20T14:27:00.000-08:00

Thank you.

We've come a long long way together,
Through the hard times and the good,
I have to celebrate you baby,
I have to praise you like I should

We've come a long long way together,
Through the hard times and the good,
I have to celebrate you baby,
I have to praise you like I should

I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you like I should

I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you

We've come a long long way together,
Through the hard times and the good,
I have to celebrate you baby,
I have to praise you like I shouldddddd

I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you like I should
I have to praise you

"Praise You"
FATBOY SLIM

Postie

2007-01-18T03:16:00.000-08:00

Hmmmmm, it's late, sigh, dicotomy still out there. Tired.

Showers are fixed, however. Solar thermal panels in da house.

You know how there's just some people that...You just...what's wrong with you?

I Wouldn't Want to be Like You

ALAN PARSONS PROJECT

Wouldn't Want to Be Like You (Released 1977)

If I had a mind to
I wouldn't want to think like you
And if I had time to
I wouldn't want to talk to you

I don't care
What you do
I wouldn't want to be like you

If I was high class
I wouldn't need a buck to pass
And if I was a fall guy
I wouldn't need no alibi

I don't care
What you do
I wouldn't want to be like you

Back on the bottom line
Diggin' for a lousy dime
If I hit a mother lode
I'd cover anything that showed

I don't care
What you do
I wouldn't want to be like you

Wow, 1977. Prolly a few around here who weren't born yet...I think I know one besides permutations.

Whiplash

2007-01-17T12:13:00.000-08:00

Hello campers. The showers will be fixed very soon.

Well, as I predicted, the freaking angst tops all. Most. Page Hits. Ever.

Cripes. Sad.

But glad, in a way, because my friend Marmite is begining to climb out of the hell she was put in, and that, folks is a REALLY GOOD THING!

Am I conflicted about all this? Yes! NO! Yes!

Good commentary on my rant, challenges included. Debate is good. Clarification is good.

And while (even an attempt) at redemption was not forthcoming (DESPITE the brilliant Bob's urging), alas, redemption is always possible, and as has been pointed out, and I believe it, sometimes people do bad things, but they're still good people. Myself included, for sure.

I hold out hope that the Light will illuminate and heal the various Broken Souls, and my they know peace.

Onward.

Mark Morford, SFGATE columnist who I always read, has a new column up here

First and foremost, warm yourself in front of a nice Duraflame fire as you hone jokes about global warming. Say things like "Oh my God, so this is what they mean when they say the planet's weather systems are becoming more volatile and unpredictable," ha ha wink wink, as we all whistle past the graveyard and remember that 2006 was the warmest year we've ever known and New York recently hit a record 72 degrees in January even as Napa Valley drops to 21 degrees and icicles give the next orange crop the kiss of death.

Note how the energy industry is racing to build 150 brutally pollutive new coal plants by 2011, before Congress wakes the hell up and starts enacting stricter environmental laws, and that one of the nastiest coal companies, TXU of Texas, is rushing to complete 11 new pollution-spewing coal plants that will collectively pump out the toxic equivalent of 11 million SUVs. Feel your heart sizzle in pain as you guess which side the Bush administration is on.

Side note: If you are from a red state and don't really understand the concept of global warming and still think it's all a big left-wing conspiracy to sell more Prius' and science books and gay-causing tofu, be sure to make jokes about how it sure doesn't feel warm, what with it being all, you know, cold and stuff. Remain too mistrustful of "goddamn liberal media" to notice how this joke is only funny to 5-year-olds. From Texas.
...
5) Mix three parts rum to two parts vodka to one part cinnamon schnapps. Add a chug of Worcestershire sauce, a splash of Tabasco and a generous sprinkle of red pepper flakes. Carry large tray of this white-trash rocket fuel over to the nearest frat house and hand out shots of skanky death juice to anyone wearing a backward baseball hat and a sports jersey and eyes that scream "future associate VP of a Texas coal company." Come home, strip naked, pour yourself a large glass of Pinot, climb into a hot bath and warm your soul in the knowledge that you will never become a Republican.
Heh! Definitely click the link so you can dive into, errrrr, uhhhh, the hyperlinks, yeah, that's the ticket.

The Chinaman is not the issue here.

The Dude abides.

Thanks for stopping by.

Peace out.

GL

For glynis, mostly

2007-01-17T11:57:00.000-08:00

My friend Glynis from TUBOB makes a point...

ok, for no other reason than because i find the whole 'stuff' on your recent post 'icky' green... just for the record: i am none of your anonymousers!! i have peeked in and ducked home to bob. frankly, i am too lazy to figure out how to log into yours with a password. all of that aside!!! have a great day, all, and so good to have marms back!

Posted by: glynis | January 17, 2007 at 08:05 AM
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It's a rant, g. A rant with a purpose.

Definitely an acquired taste, and some folks are better than others in filling in the blanks and realizing the magnitude of the wrongness inflicted. 'Course you personally were a target of such deviant, manipulating behavior when you first came on board here and "upset" the pecking order, as deemed by some, one mostly. Emails were flying. Bob had to shut down the comments and threaten to shut down his blog due to the sniping. A trip back in time:
"her mock self-flaggelation made me want to puke"

Interesting timing, given the lascivious nature of the evening and early morning of bobfest. ;) It was monkey good.

And surely you remember an earlier bobblog event where you were run off... Glad you stuck around, g. :)

Actual Coonversation

Target glynis

What you didn't know was you were deliberately being messed with, just to fuck with you.

On it went, weeks later.

*pattin the cushion next to me on the sofa in the "fuckin' evil" section for PT

I'm a thinkin the lost tribesman, ooops, woman is glynis. The 'I'm sorry I couldn't bear to stay here and be abused' apologist.

*peeking through the window, staring wistfully at the cheerios

Posted by: cynsmw | April 20, 2006 at 07:12 AM

oh, nope. not so easily cyn. many things i've been called, but MEAN slut ain't one of them. i prefer to think that i fall into the category of 'lost children' so missed by daddy. and i AM a daddy's girl. let's move right on past the blogs of old, cyn. my last electroshock therapy re-alligned everything appropriately, and my snarkometer is at base zero. besides, as a mom, need i remind you 'if you can't say something nice....' don't make me believe what my seattle contact assures me is inordinate angst in the emerald city's women....
enjoy this beautiful day!! (finally, we have blue skies. ahhhh.)

Posted by: glynis | April 20, 2006 at 07:46 AM

oh glynis girlfriend, that reading comprehension will get you into trouble every time. Slow down. *I* didn't put you into the slut category. You did that all yourself. *I* put you into the lost reader category. SEE, I may be a nice person afterall.

Posted by: cynsmw | April 20, 2006 at 08:05 AM

"Fuckin' evil"? Or "nice person?" Both, actually. It's the dichotomy, stupid.

You can easily setup an anonymous Blogger account Blogger sign up You don't have to setup a blog, just an account. I'd love to have you comment. As you wish.

so good to have marms back!

Amen to that!

Fuck you George Bush, Dick Cheney, and the rest of you Pax Americana neocons

2007-01-17T09:46:00.000-08:00

No Bravery

Broken Souls

2007-01-16T07:26:00.000-08:00

you took my heart and lifted it high
then you let it fall... hard
and watch it broke into a million pieces
for me to pick up and mend it
but...
it can never be perfect again
cos there's a deep scar
left by you.

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Never drive under the influence of a broken soul.

/sigh

Good advice, if only we could heed it.

Souls are broken in different ways however, and there are different types of broken souls.

Broken Soul type #1 souls are broken in such a way as to make that person a scheming, conniving, manipulator of events and destroyer of human hearts and feelings. (Cyn)

Broken Soul type #2 are broken in such a way that they are foolishly manipulated into playing along in the game with the devious manipulator broken soul Type 1 above. (Curt/CT)

Broken Soul type #3, tho innoncent, are broken because of the cravenly cruel actions of Broken Soul types 1(Cyn) and 2(Curt/CT), which plunge her into a deep hole of despair and doubting her own self worth. (((((MW)))))

How the fuck can it be that Broken Soul type 2 (Curt/CT) would in everyway possible, seemingly so lovingly, peel back the soul-protective layers of Broken Soul #3, expressing deep and abiding love and promises of a shared life together, and then, at the seduction and bidding of Broken Soul #1(Cyn), proceed to absolutely destroy with great prejudice, the heart and feelings of Broken soul #3, she so innocent and loving, who had even established mutually heartfelt relationships with Broken Soul #2(Curt/CT)'s children and mother.

As the song says, how can people be so heartless? How can people be so cruel? WTF is WRONG with them?

And when those of us who admired, respected, looked up to, even, such people like Broken Soul #2 (Curt/CT), ask them, beg them, in private, for some explanation as to their cruel behavior... and the answer back is silence, or attack the messenger, or "what I have got to be sorry for?", well then, such emotional aggression upon a beloved cyber family member (Broken Soul #3) must be pointed out for what it is- cold, calulating, disengenous, manipulation, intentially inflicted to cause massive harm, which it has done, in spades, not only emotionally, but financially.

I am aware of, first hand, the conniving, duplicitous, and manipulative behavior of Broken Soul #1 (Cyn), tho I mostly ignored it, which in the end, was destructive to me. (note to self, don't to THAT again. /Slaps bald head)

But I never understood the depth of it, that two-weeks before the evil deed was done to Broken Soul #3, Broken Soul #1 (Cyn) was planting the very seeds of Broken Soul #3's destruction, telling Broken Soul #3 that she wanted everything she had, which was, the (apparent) love and affection of Broken Soul #2 (Curt/CT). Now that's cold and calculating. Frightening.

And what sort of depraved chutzpah does it take for Broken Soul #1 (Cyn) to post on the blog of a very good matie of Broken Soul #3, as if that matie isn't already upset about the heinous treatment of her friend Broken Soul #3 at the hands of Broken Soul #2 (Cyn). Unbelievable.

How can people be so heartless? How can people be so cruel?

Seriously, I'm asking!

GL

Background info: She Heard It Through The Grapevine

Body and Soul, Oil on Canvas; Jennifer Pohl

I don’t think it’s possible to be human and not feel broken at least once in a lifetime.

On the day I started this piece, broken was how I felt — it was why I had to do this painting. I started working by the light of one candle in the evening and couldn’t see the colours on the canvas as I worked through the night. By the time the sun came through the window the next morning, I had finished. And I felt whole again.

It's on, bitch

2007-01-16T01:02:00.000-08:00

You know what I'm talking about...

Stay tuned.

Same Bat time, same bat channel...

GL

Out.

Welcome Back My Friends, It's Been Awhile

2007-01-15T17:41:00.000-08:00

Well dear readers, former commenters, and blurkers, it appears I've learned a little a little marketing lesson.

Peace, Love, Justice, etc. ?

It just don't sell.

Page hits have tanked.

Nobody apparently cares.

So what does my blog history tell us? Page hits SOARED with that little, uh, relationship mishap blogging last week.

So, I know what must be done. Back to the Future. Analyze history.

GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT! SCANDAL! BETRAYAL! SUFFERING!

Well, those of you who have read me over the past 18 months or so, you peeps know, I can rant like a mother-fer at times. And I think it's that time again. Might have another post up tonight, but since tomorrow (1/16) is an historic day, might work better then.

LET THE RANTING BEGIN!

Afflict the comfortable, comfort the afflicted.

Out

And it's been awhile
Since I could hold my head up high
And it's been awhile since I first saw you
And it's been awhile since I could stand on my own two feet again
And it's been awhile since I could call you

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've stretched myself beyond my means

It's been awhile
Since I can say that I wasn't addicted
And it's been awhile since I can say I love myself as well and
And it's been awhile since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do
And it's been awhile but all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've gone and fucked things up again

Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day

And it's been awhile
Since I could look at myself straight
And it's been awhile since I said I'm sorry
And it's been awhile since I've seen the way the candles light your face
And it's been awhile but I can still remember just the way you taste

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem to be
I know it's me
I cannot blame this on my father
He did the best he could for me

And it's been awhile
Since I could hold my head up high
And it's been awhile since I said I'm sorry

"It's Been Awhile"
STAIND

2007-01-15T02:32:00.000-08:00

The ultimate weakness of violence
is that it is a descending spiral,
begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.
Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it.
Through violence you may murder the liar,
but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth.
Through violence you murder the hater,
but you do not murder hate.
In fact, violence merely increases hate....
Returning violence for violence multiples violence,
adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Martin Luther King Jr. Day events in the Inland Northwest

From staff reports
Spokesman Review
http://www.spokesmanreview.com/tools/story_breakingnews_pf.asp?ID=5761
January 16, 2006

Spokane

Remembrance Service

When: Sunday, 4 to 6 p.m.
Where: Holy Temple Church of God in Christ, 806 W. Indiana, in Spokane.

You can expect a tribute to Rosa Parks, a sermon by the Rev. Dr. C.B. Akins Sr. of the First Baptist Church Bracktown of Lexington, Ky., and songs from the Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Choir.

Downtown March

When: Monday, 10 a.m.
Where: Gather at the Spokane Opera House lobby at 10 a.m. Monday for the annual MLK Day March.

Dave Brown Eagle of the Spokane tribe will present an eagle feather ceremony and the Rev. Happy Watkins will deliver King’s “I Have a Dream” speech. Join the march, which will proceed past the statue of the late Spokane astronaut Michael Anderson, east to Bernard, south to Main and west to River Park Square.

An STA bus will be decorated to pay tribute to civil rights activist Rosa Parks. If you prefer to ride the march route, you may board the bus at the Opera House.

Resource Fair

When: Monday, 11 a.m. to 2:30 p.m.
Where: River Park Square.

After the march, attend a closing ceremony at River Park Square. Look for a way to help serve others at the Resource Fair there from 11 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. Monday. Approximately 40 non-profit agencies will be looking for volunteers.

"I Have a Dream"

When: Monday at noon.
Where: Holy Family Hospital, 5633 N. Lidgerwood.

Along with the Rev. Happy Watkins’ delivery of King's famous speech, the Rev. Uche Obisike will lead a prayer in his native Nigerian language (Igbo), and a solo vocalist and a choral quartet are scheduled to perform. The event will be in the lower level of the Health Education Center.

Play: "To Kill a Mockingbird", Spokane Interplayers, Monday at 3 p.m.

When: Monday at 3 p.m.
Where: Spokane Interplayers, 174 W. Howard in Spokane.

This well-loved play tells the tale of 8-year-old Scout Finch, her brother Jem and their father Atticus Finch. It will be a Readers Theatre performance, with actors reading from scripts. Ticket sales for the Monday matinee will benefit Gonzaga University’s Carl Maxey Scholarship Fund, named for the late Spokane trial attorney and civil rights leader.

Tickets: $10. Call 455-PLAY or go to the theater box office at 174 W. Howard in Spokane. It will be open one hour before the performance.

Moscow/Pullman

Watoto Children’s Choir from Uganda

When: Sunday at 6 p.m.
Where: Moscow Church of the Nazarene

The choir will also perform at 3:30 p.m. Monday at WSU’s Compton Union Building Ballroom in Pullman.

Freedom School Project

When: Monday, 8 a.m. to 3 p.m.
Where: WSU's Compton Union Ballroom.

If you have children in kindergarten through high school, bring your family to a Freedom School event with a free lunch. The event is designed to teach issues of nonviolence to students and their parents. Call (509) 335-7708 for more information.

Freedom Ride reenactment

When: Beginning at 1:30 p.m. Monday.
Where: Trinity Lutheran Church, 1300 NE Lybecker, Pullman.

Join a reenactment of a Civil Rights-era Freedom Ride with student actors from the WSU and UI theater schools.

Rainbow Dance Theater’s "One Village, Many Tribes"

When: Tuesday at 7 p.m.
Where: Beasley Performing Arts Coliseum
Tickets: $12 to $25. Click here for more information.

"I Have a Dream"

When: Wednesday at 7 p.m.
Where: University of Idaho’s Administration Building auditorium.

The Rev. Happyr Watkins’ renowned delivery of King's famous speech.

“Countdown to Eternity: Photographs of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.”

When: Reception on Monday at 5:30 p.m.
Where: WSU Museum of Art

More than 70 photos by Benedict J. Fernandez, considered the premier documentary photographer of the Civil Rights Era. A public reception will be held on Monday at 5:30 p.m. in the gallery, and then head to the Fine Arts Center Auditorium at 7 for a slideshow narrated by Fernandez called “Conscience: The Ultimate Weapon.” The exhibit continues through Feb. 12.

Sandpoint

Film: “Mighty Times: The Legacy of Rosa Parks”

When: Monday at 6 p.m.
Where: Sandpoint Community Hall.

This film, which was nominated for an Academy Award for best documentary short subject, will be presented by the Bonner County Human Rights Task Force.

Post Falls

Kootenai County Task Force on Human Relations gala

When: Monday, 5 to 9 p.m.
Where: Highlands Day Spa (the old Highlands golf club), 4365 Inverness Dr.

Event includes dinner and both silent and live auctions. Tickets cost $25. Call (208) 769-3325 or (208) 765-3932 for more information.

Cheney

Rev. Happy Watkins: “If Dr. King was alive today, what would he say?”

When: Tuesday at noon.
Where: Eastern Washington University’s Showalter Auditorium.

2007-01-15T01:52:00.000-08:00

Yom Huledet Sameakh

Martin Luther King and war

2007-01-14T20:29:00.000-08:00

From the very begining, I knew this war was a big mistake, and as it's progressed, it's like Vietnam on steroids. Mission accomplished almost 4 years ago. Turning a corner, every six months. "Last throes", heh, last year. Death toll continues to mount, and increase. Iraqi-ination (stand up Iraqis) has utterly failed. 80% of Iraqis want us out within a YEAR. This buildup is complete counter productive to quelling the violence, and advancing the political process, the ONLY thing EVERYONE agrees with can solve the problems in Iraq.(except the chimp in charge)

For all our "shock and awe" swaggering bravado, the US is badly bogged down in an increasingly violent civil war, in a minor country. We look WEAK. Can't even pacify Iraq, with the greatest military, human, and technological assets the world has ever seen. Feckless. Incompetent.

Meanwhile, day after day, our guys our killed, maimed, and/or scarred for life mentally. The rate of returning Veterans reporting PTSD is skyrocketing, and you KNOW it's under reported. Lotsa tough guys ain't gonna admit it. (And, to be fair, MOST veterans WON'T have PTSD). Still, we're talking 10's and 10's of thousands.

The picture above left is from OIF. "Operation Iraqi Freedom" Yeah. That was the cleanest one I have, the rest are grotesque would shots that would turn your stomach. Oh no, we don't see these on the TeeVee at night. Too upseting, bad for ratings and commercial advert rates. We're in a war, go out and buy something, will ya for crissakes. Be patriotic, ya slackers.

King had it right back in '67 I think it was. He took alot of heat for that speech. Many of his long term partners disassociated with him. "too political". If you're gonna get political about something, anything, what could be MORE important than war, proving the need for it, getting authorization, and running it properly. When you send men a women to kill and die for the country, it's pretty damn freaking important to get it right.

This is an abbreviated/graphically added version. This is no original video of the speech, just audio.


This speech was originally directed against the war in Vietnam. But today it is more relevant than ever. Made by Eric Blumrich www.ericblumrich.com +++ Iraq war protest Bush

This is a snippet of King's final speech, the day before he was killed. Thhis one always gives me goosebumps. Why does he sound so prescient?

So Much to Say

2007-01-13T14:38:00.000-08:00

And no time right now.

Every is not right. Supposed friends still dissin' other friends and lovers.

Mall renta-Pigs giving me shit at the anti-war rally, stuff it, punk.

NO MORE KILLING IN MY NAME.

h/t Jump

And my hell is the closet Im stuck inside
Cant see the light
And my heaven is a nice house in the sky
Got central heating and Im alright
Yeah yeah yeah cant see the light
Keep it locked up inside dont talk about it
Talk about the weather
Yeah yeah yeah cant see the light
Open up my head and let me out little baby
Here we have been standing for a long long time
Treading trodden trails for a long long time

I find sometimes its easy to be myself
Sometimes I find better to be somebody else

I see you young and soft little baby
Little feet little hands little feet little hands little baby
A year of crying and the words creep up inside
Creep into mind yeah
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
Here we have been standing for a long long time
Treading trodden trails for a long long time

I find sometimes its easy to be myself
Sometimes I find better to be somebody else

So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say

Open up my head and let me out little baby
"So Much to Say"
DAVE MATTHEWS BAND

The Tube

2007-01-12T23:44:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite sorta campy bands from the 70's is The Tubes. They even managed to have a few top 10 hits. But I liked them for their vicious satire of modern culture "Don't Touch Me There", and of the media, chiefly TV, back then. The Magic Box. The Boob Tube. The Idiot Box. I had a love/hate relationship with TV. All told, I probably watched more episodes of the Twilight Zone, Original Star Trek, Get Smart, and National Geographic than anything else, ever, considering college. Vidiot back then. Sad, Really.

But, I digress...

I started weaning off the tube when the first commercial online services came along, CompuServe, Prodigy, etc. I watch a few things nowadays, mostly TDS on Comedy Central, Frontline and NOW on PBS, take a nip over at the knitting channel (heh heh m).

The TV is good. It is also evil. It's in how you USE it. Or just turn it off. At least talk about what you watched with SOMEBODY! It's not like the old days of 3 channels, and everybody at the watercooler the next day was talking about 1 of just 3 shows that were on at the same time, the night before. There was an odd commonality. Now everybody watches something different... choice is good.

Kick it.
Peace

Oh, and get out, enjoy the outdoors, or go see some peeps if ya can.

With that I give you a video commentary of TV, from the Academy Award winning movie, Network and a little ditty from The Tubes

"TV is King"
THE TUBES

I wish I was the man with the mechanical heart
I'd conquer all my enemies alone
I'd tear the guys apart
then scatter the pieces

I wish I was the man in the soundproof booth
I wish I had a chance to stump the band
or maybe tell truth
and maybe I could win a color television

I really love my--television
I love to sit by--television
Can't live without my--television

TV is king
You're my everything

I wish I had the girl with the bouncy hair
We'd ride off in a brand new car
or fly a plane somewhere
like probably Jamaica

I brush my teeth, shampoo my hair, and shave my face
Apply the necessary aerosol
in the appropriate place
And we'll spend the night together watching television

I can't turn off my--television
Don't really know why--television
I understand my--television

You got your works in a drawer and your color's on track
You have to break away but you always come back
You make a hundred changes but you're always the same
You make me so excited and you make me so lame
You're just a tube full of gas and a box full of tin
But you show me your charms and I want to jump in
Oh if only your chassis was covered with skin
'Cause TV you're my everything

I really love my--television
I love to sit by--television
Can't live without my--television
I can't turn off my--television
Don't really know why--television
I understand my--television
I really love my--television

TV is king
You're my everything
TV is king

BE THE CHANGE YOU WISH TO SEE IN THE WORLD

2007-01-12T17:40:00.000-08:00

Add to Saturday's event your outrage at BUSH'S NEW INSANITY of
sending 20,000 more troops to fight an illegal "war" already lost,
that should have never been started, and where they are not even
wanted! Bring signs expressing your feelings, and Pots, Pans,
Musical Instruments...

BRING YOUR FRIENDS. BRING YOUR FAMILY. BRING YOUR CO-WORKERS. SPREAD THE WORD!

Remember and Protest the 5th anniversary of the opening of Guantanamo
as America's own Torture Chamber.
5 years of shame 5 years of torture 5 years without habeus
corpus 5 years we have looked away
Help Spokane to remember.
Saturday January 13
12 noon
meet at STA Bus Plaza 701 W. Riverside/downtown Spokane - gather
inside at top of escalator inside
walk with hooded prisoners and guards to and through downtown

If you want to serve as a prisoner or as a guard please call PJALS
838-7870. If a guard, please wear an outer garment of Tan, Khaki,
Navy, Black or Camouflage.

posted by Marianne Torres for PJALS
for more info, call PJALS at 838-7870

Happy Friday isn't this original

2007-01-12T00:38:00.000-08:00

UPDATE: MUSIC IS WORKING AGAIN!

Just some ruminations this morning...figured I owed it to the early risers and those on completely different timezones. I get page hits from all over the world, it's weird, China, AU, New Zealand, England, Italy, Germany, Canada...Numbers are up, big whoop. But thanks.

I'm going to do another media thingy... interview with local community radio station on green building, sustainability, and renewable energy sources. I did a half-hour TV on the same subject about 2 months ago; haven't even watched the DVD of it they sent me.

Frankly, I can't even stand to hear the Iraq war news anymore, it just gets worse and worse, and by putting another 20K troops in, that will just prolong the inevitable past Shrub's exit and make the next poor dumb bastard president have to deal with it. Probably a Democrat president... cleaning up a huge mess.

Last night I went to a lecture and book signing by David Helvarg, a journalist writer, environmental activist, who writes on the issues of oceans. We're fucked there to, unless we can stop global warming, and cut the fish harvest by about 50%, which might be sustainable, barely. Saw my friend, the College instructor and editorial writer on sustainability in the local weekly... the usual suspects.
Blue Frontier Campaign

Altho I chomped down a Chicken Casear salad right before I headed over there, they had food there, catered, Japanese, including a bunch of Sushi. Ewww, ick, I don't do Sushi, and it seemed odd they'd be serving it. Whatever.

Got two fortunes out of cookies:
"You are a man of many talents." BORING!
"Without passion, man is a meer possibility". Huh, that is true in many ways.

OT- I've been thinking that of the 4 significant other relationships, GF, Wife, LT live in gf, 8M LD gf, all were fairly strong and confident women, high-achievers, driven in many ways. They all had they're softer sides too, of course, some were VERY loving and affectionate. I figured it made out for a more balanced relationship, as opposed to the still too typical male-dominated relationship. They also all had bad childhoods, of one sort of another. Red flag?

But there's the track record, 0-4. It seems like I'm attracted to smart, witty, confident women, but can't make a go of it over time? It's not that I'm submissive either, I just give as least as well as I take. Maybe need to find a more, oh, let's just say, more docile, demurre, calm, more easy-going, I guess? But I admire the confident type I described in the preceding paragraph. /Confusing.

Here, for your pleasure, are some musical variations on this theme.

The following song I give a 8, campy, great back beat.

Darling, I'm afraid to close my eyes when I'm going to bed
I'm afraid you'll crack the phone down over my head

Why are all American girls so rough?
Damn, that girl can't ever hurt you enough

Lady (lady), you knock me on my knees and I can't stand up
You got the look in your eye and you smack my butt

Why are all American girls so rough?
Why do all American girls act so tough?
Why are all American girls so rough?

Darling, I'm afraid to close my eyes when I'm goin to bed
I'm afraid you'll crack the phone down over my head

Why are all American girls so rough?
Damn, that girl can't ever hurt you enough

Lady (lady), you knock me on my knees and I can't stand up
You got that look in your eye and you smack my butt

Why are all American girls so rough?
Why do all American girls act so tough?
Why are all American girls so rough?

That hole you're digging in my ribs
It ain't no real wound
So baby take it easy
Let's try to be friends
Why are all American girls so rough?
Damn, that girl can't ever hurt you enough

Lady (lady), you knock me down on my knees and I can't stand up
You got the look in your eye, you smack my butt

Why are all American girls so rough?
Why do all American girls act so tough?
Why are all American girls so rough?

American girls
American girls
Why are all American girls so rough?
American girls
American girls
American girls
Why are all American girls so rough?
American girls
American girls
American girls
Why are all American girls so rough?
Why are all American girls so rough?
"American Girls"
WEEZER

American Woman, stay away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Don't come a hangin' around my door
I don't wanna see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin' old with you
Now Woman, I said stay away
American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay

American Woman, get away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Don't come a knockin' around my door
Don't wanna see your shadow no more
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else's eyes
Now Woman, I said get away
American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay

American Woman, said get away
American Woman, listen what I say
Don't come a hangin' around my door
Don't wanna see your face no more
I don't need your war machines
I don't need your ghetto scenes
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else's eyes
Now Woman, get away from me
American Woman, mama let me be

Go, gotta get away, gotta get away now go, go, go
I'm gonna leave you woman
Gonna leave you woman
Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye
You're no good for me
I'm no good for you
Gonna look you right in the eye
Tell you what I'm gonna do
You know I'm gonna leave
You know I'm gonna go
You know I'm gonna leave
You know I'm gonna go-o, woman
I'm gonna leave you woman
Goodbye American Woman
Goodbye American chick

"American Woman"
THE GUESS WHO

Even further off the wall...

I am not a pretty girl
that is not what I do
I ain't no damsel in distess
and I don't need to be rescued
so put me down punk
maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair
isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

I am not an angry girl
but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
every time I say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to my anger
and never to their own fear
and imagine you're a girl
just trying to finally come clean
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling

and I am sorry
I am not a maiden fair
and I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

and generally my generation
wouldn't be caught dead working for the man
and generally I agree with them
trouble is you gotta have youself an alternate plan
and I have earned my disillusionment
I have been working all of my life
and I am a patriot
I have been fighting the good fight
and what if there are no damsels in distress
what if I knew that and I called your bluff?
don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down
whether or not you ever show up

I am not a pretty girl
I don't want to be a pretty girl
no I want to be more than a pretty girl

"Not A Pretty Girl"
ANI DIFRANCO

Idiot Boyfriend

2007-01-11T14:49:00.000-08:00

Am always surprised when I talk to some young (or not) ladies, what idiots their boyfriends are. Why do they stay with such jerks?
/unanswerable.

Meanwhile, have a laugh.

Ooooooo
Ahhhhhh

I know what you want, and I know what you need
But I'm goin' screw it up, yeah
Cause I'm an idiot, and I'm your boyfriend, yes I am

I'm goin' take you out, and leave my wallet home
Then I use your cell phone, baby
Long distance, and I'm your boyfriend

Baby I know I'm a man who's made mistakes
I still got some learning to do
I made out with your best friend the other day, and
Now we're best friends too
Yeah Yeah

And I know what you want, and I know what you need
But I'm goin' screw it up, yeah
Cause I'm an idiot, and I'm your boyfriend, yes I am

And I'm goin' get you a gift, Hey! But its something I like too
Hope you like this Norelco Big trimmer with my name on it,
And I'm your boyfriend

Hey Deh Deh Deh Deh Deh
Yeah deh deh deh deh deh deh
deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh

Goin' Get real drunk,
And call my baby up at four o'clock in the morning
Wake you up
I'm an idiot!

Pick up the phone, come on
I love you
Lets get in my dad's SUV,
And we'll go over to my house, my crib, my pad
I'll tell my mom to go to sleep
Then we'll have the living room all to ourselves, you see
We'll put on some great DVD's I picked up
How bout like, something like the Matrix

Ooooo
Ahhhhh

I can turn my boom box up, and make the bass
Smack the side of my moms couch
Yeah!

Hey baby you like fine cooking? Cause you know what?
I got a swanson's dinner in the freezer with your name on it
Check it out

Yeah!

I got a permanent wave, yeah!
I got an ogilvie home perm, baby

Uh! I Honk the horn can you honk the horn?
Can you honk the horn?
Let me hear you honk it! Come on!

Let me hear you say uh uh!
Let me hear you say uh uh uh!
Let me see you say uh uh!
Let me hear you say uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh yeah!
Let me hear you say uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh yeah!

"Idiot Boyfriend"
JIMMY FALLON

Road Trip

2007-01-11T13:13:00.000-08:00

PHIL: "You are the most irresponsible
person I have ever met"
GARDNER: "Well, somebody had to be."

Fandango was originally a 30 minute black and white student film entitled "Montezuma's Revenge" by Kevin Reynolds while he was a student at USC Film. It was a parody of greek life at his alma mater Baylor University, however due to his father's presidency at the school he did not wish to portray the Baptist institution in an unfavorable light and gave it the alternate distinction as the University of Texas. Steven Spielberg saw it and helped fund a feature length comedy/drama about five college students from Texas in 1971 who go on a 'last' roadtrip together, celebrating the "privilege of youth" as they face graduation, marriage, and the Draft for the Vietnam War. It was directed by Reynolds and stars Kevin Costner, Judd Nelson, and Sam Robards. The movie was released by Warner Bros. and Amblin Entertainment on January 25, 1985 and a DVD of the film was released on February 15, 2005. -Wiki

I ran across this jewel of a film around 1985, couple of years out of college. Had to keep pausing it as I was watching it, just laughing out loud too much. Yeah, it's kinda a frat-rat thing, but also a tale of loyalty, What would have happened had I stayed with so and so, fear of going to war, and how to put on a beautiful wedding in one day, with no known assets. Highly recommended.

"The privilege of youth"

PHIL: "Where's your car?"
GARDNER: "You're drinkin' it."
PHIL: "You sold your car to throw a party? But you didn't even graduate!"

Only clip I could find has small part dubbed in Spanish... no big deal.

Kevin Costner and I went to the same high school, he was a senior when I was a sophmore, heard of him, but never met him, that I know of.

"What is, and what will never be."

GARDNER: "I've never been serious about a woman in my life son, you know that."

GARDNER: "You ever been in love, Phillip?"
PHIL (hesitant) "I don't know..."
GARDNER: "Course you know. You ever thought you loved a girl, you loved her. That's all love is, mostly: thoughts."

LORNA: "An' then, after she had the baby, they had to remove her utopian tubes.
GARDNER: No, no, that's 'Fallopian', darlin'.
LORNA: Fallopian? Those are books in the Bible, silly! 'First and Second Fallopians'...

WAGGENER: "Best man's gotta dance too."

Intermission

2007-01-11T00:31:00.000-08:00

A little musical interlude to break up the drama...

Peace
Love
Hang-10

Intro
So tired
(Mmm)
Tired of all this drama
(Oh yeah)
You go your way...
(Ohh)
I go my way
(No more, no more, no more)
I need to be free
Ohhh...
So tired, tired, tired of all this drama

Verse 1
Broken heart again
Another lesson learned
Better know your friends
Or else you will get burned
Gotta count on me
Cause I can guarantee
That I'll be fine
(I'll be fine)

Chorus 1
No more pain
(no more pain)
No more pain
(no more pain)
No drama
No more drama in my life
(no more in my life)
No one's gonna make me hurt again

Verse 2
Why'd I play the fool
Go through ups and downs
Knowing all the time
You wouldn't be around
Or maybe I like the stress
Cause I was young and restless
But that was long ago
I don't wanna cry no more

Chorus 2
No more pain
(no more pain, no more pain)
No more games
(no more games messin with my mind)
No drama
No more drama in my life
(No more in my life)
No one's gonna make me hurt again
No more
(no more tears)
No more tears, I'm tired of crying every night
(no more fear)
No more fears, I really dont wanna fight
(no drama)
No more drama in my life
(no more in my life)
I don't ever wanna hurt again
( I wanna speak my mind, wanna speak my mind)

Verse 3
Oh, it feels so good
When you let go!
Of all the drama in your life
Now you're free from all the pain
(free from all the pain)
Free from all the games
(free from all the games)
Free from all the stress
(free from all the stress)
To find your happiness...
I dont know...
Only God knows where the story ends
For me
But I know where the story begins
It's up to us to choose
Whether we win or lose
And I choose to win

Chorus 3
No more pain
(no more pain, no more pain, tired of hurting)
No more games
(tired of you playing games with my mind)
No drama
No more drama in my life
(no more in my life)
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
No more tears
(no more tears, no more crying every night)
No more fear
No more waking me up in the morning with your disturbing phone calls
No drama
(no more in my life)
Leave me alone, go ahead
Yeah, yeah
No more pain
(no more, oh I'm tired)
No more games
(no more games, I'm tired, I'm so tired)
No drama
no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
(no more in my life)
NO!
(no)
MORE!
(more)
DRAMA!
(I'm tired of all this drama!)
NO...MORE...DRAMA

Bridge
Go ahead, go ahead
You demons get on out my face(no more drama)
Go on out of my life
I'm about to lose my mind!
(no more drama)
Lord help me sing
NO!
(no)
MORE!
(more)
DRAMA!
(no more drama)
NO!
(no)
MORE!
(more)
DRAMA!
(yeah, hey)
NO!
(no)
MORE!
(more)
DRAMA!
(no more drama)
NO...MORE...DRAMA!
Oh help me sing!
I need peace of mind, peace of mind, peace of mind
(no...more...drama)
Yeah, I need...
1 nights sleep I need to know that you agree
(no...more...drama)
Oh no, oh no
No more, no more
No more drama
No more drama
In my, in my...
Life...

Outro
I'm so tired
I'm so tired
So tired
Tired of all this drama

"No More Drama"
Mary J. Blige

-------------------------------
Cut 2

How can people be so heartless
How can people be so cruel
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold

How can people have no feelings
How can they ignore their friends
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no

And especially people
Who care about strangers
Who care about evil
And social injustice
Do you only
Care about the bleeding crowd?
How about a needing friend?
I need a friend

How can people be so heartless
You know I'm hung up on you
Easy to give in
Easy to help out

And especially people
Who care about strangers
Who say they care about social injustice
Do you only
Care about the bleeding crowd
How about a needing friend?
I need a friend

How can people have no feelings
How can they ignore their friends
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no

"Easy to be Hard"
THREE DOG NIGHT (shut-up)

She Heard it Through the Grape Vine

2007-01-09T17:24:00.000-08:00

UPDATED 1/10, hopefully it makes more sense.

What a day...feeling physically better tho, the prednisone, the anti-biotics, all kicking in.

Now, if only the blog/real world contortion weren't so, so...so... umm messed up.

Cupid (in the form of the Sea Goat, Cyn) shot her arrow true. And it hit its mark (Curt), just as planned.

Sea Goat

But for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, can't change the physio-dynamics
on that puppy.

And the collateral damage? Carefully managed by Who Else Would It Be for ultimate negative effect upon the sweet, innocent bystander, or should I say, target. Slyly, cunningly, cin-fully. Leaving her to wonder why? And cry. 'Course, she deserved to know to that info 2 days earlier. Truly surprising cowardice and lack of consideration on the part of CT, in fessing up and communicating pertinent and timely, real Truthiness, considering heavy emotional stakes involved. As Ani Difranco would ponder about such silence, "Was he just a liar, with nothing to lie about?"

Nor am I perfect.

Still, this story is harsh.

Ooh, I bet you're wondering how I knew
About you're plans to make me blue
With some other girl that you knew before.
Between the two of us gals
You know I love you more.
It took me by surprise I must say,
When I found out yesterday.
Don't you know that...

I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine.
Oh she heard it through the chatline
Oh and I'm just about to lose my mind.
Honey, honey yeah.

I know that a woman ain't supposed to cry,
But these tears I can't hold inside.
Losin' you would end my life you see,
Cause you mean that much to me.
You could have told me yourself
That you love someone else.
Instead...

I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine.
Oh I heard it through the grapevine,
Oh and I'm just about to lose my mind.
Honey, honey yeah.

People say believe half of what you see,
Girl, and none of what you hear.
I can't help bein' confused
If it's true please tell me dear?
Do you plan to let me go
For the other girl you loved before?
Don't you know...

I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine.
Oh I heard it through the grapevine,
Oh and I'm just about to lose my mind.
Honey, honey yeah.

"Heard it Through the Grape Vine"
Credence Clearwater Revival

Is this the Indian summer of my days—
Wealth without care and love without desire?
O misty, cheerless moon of falling leaves!
Is this the fruitage promised by the spring?
O blighted clusters withering on the vine!
O promised lips of love to one who dreams
And wakens holding but the hollow air!

"O Let Me Dream The Dreams Of Long Ago" (snippet)
Hanford Lennox Gordon

Shocking!

2007-01-09T00:41:00.000-08:00

Truly shocking reports on the space-time-romantic equilibrium are blowing me AWAY! Long defended logic be damned. Rebound play. Strange Journeys, to be sure. Convincing tennants thrown by the wayside. Back in time. SPOOKY!

There is power however, and it is srong, verily.

Peace and equality.

GL

You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end.

Hey woman, you got the blues, cos you aint got no one else to use.
Theres an open road that leads nowhere, so just make some miles
Between here and there.
Theres a hole in my head where the rain comes in,
You took my body and played to win,
Ha ha woman its a crying shame,
But you aint got no one else to blame.

Chorus
E-evil woman, e-evil woman, e-evil woman, evil woman

Rolled in from another town,
Hit some gold too hot to settle down,
But a fool and his money soon go separate ways,
And you found a fool lyin in a daze,
Ha ha woman what you gonna do,
You destroyed all the virtues that the lord gave you,
Its so good that youre feeling pain,
But you better get yourself on board the very next train.

Chorus:repeat

Evil woman how you done me wrong,
But now youre tryin to wail a different song,
Ha ha funny how you broke me up, you made the wine now you
Drink the cup,
I came runnin every time you cried,
Thought I saw love smilin in your eyes,
Ha ha very nice to know, that you aint got no place left to go.

Chorus:repeat

"Evil Woman"
ELECTRIC lIGHT oRCHESTRA

Happy Shiny Family Dinner Time

2007-01-08T19:33:00.000-08:00

Dammit, this freaking sinus infection is BACK! Hurts like a sonofabitch. Luckily I got a Dr's appointment at 8:00 am. I had my doubts about that 3 day "sulfa" antibiotic treatment. Fuckers! Give me a shot of Penicillian and TEN days of 3 times a day REAL anti-biotic horse pills. Please!

Oh, and please pass the asparagus.

Peace.

Faith Healing

2007-01-08T13:27:00.000-08:00

This is a comedy bit by a duo from the late 60's-early 70's, Hudson and Landry. They had a long running radio show in El-Lay back in the day. It was recorded live, but I think they had some "ringer" laughers (plants) in the audience.

It's a parody of those old time Revival Hour radio shows. It's one of my favorite comedy bits, right up there with Bill Cosby's Tonsils.

Click below to listen to Friar Shuck.

testing with mp3s

2007-01-08T10:47:00.000-08:00

Click to play 32 Flavors?

Hmmmm, well this doesn't work for me, running Firefox. Wants to load Apple's Quicktime to play this, QT is a pig, even tho I've set my pref's to use Windoze Media Player, the default won't stick...

Working for anyone else?

Have you seen this guy? Report to NSA.

2007-01-07T21:47:00.000-08:00

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

"Morning has Broken"
CAT STEVENS AKA Yusuf ISLAM

George Bush singing "Sunday Bloody Sunday"

2007-01-07T16:30:00.000-08:00


Thanks to http://onegoodmove.org and Rx @ http://thepartyparty.com/ Greets to arstechnica!

EIGHT US TROOPS CONFIRMED DEAD SINCE 1/1/07

HOW MANY MORE WILL DIE FOR WAR PROFITEERING?

Yes...

I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday...)
(allright lets go!)

And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday

How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...

Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)

Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)

And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On...

Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday...

U2
"Sunday, Bloody, Sunday"

Scenes from one of my favorite movies

2007-01-06T19:17:00.000-08:00

Stickin' it to the man...

(Good Will Hunting btw)

Second date, first kiss, as I recall: (I could be wrong)

Ok, if that damn thing above doesn't work, try this, comedy version, Brokeback Hunting. heh heh heh (Not that there's anything wrong with that).

Good Day Sunshine

2007-01-06T11:03:00.000-08:00

Bright, stunningly beautiful blue skies here today, campers. I'll be toodling off soon to enjoy some of it, brief road trip into the country, and some thrift store/antique store shopping.

Had a nice little snow storm here yesterday, but it looks like some weird short lived warm up happened, cause I got a ton of ICE on the driveway. Quite a windstorm last night too.

Did you know, that in ONE day, more energy falls on the earth in the form of solar radation, than ALL the energy we use in an entire YEAR? True dat. Solar electric panels work best in the cold, too. On a cold, clear, moonlit night, they'll make a little bit of power.

Hoping it's sunny where you are, get out, get some, or better yet, get some.

Peace.
GL

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

Then we lie beneath a shady tree
I love her and she's loving me
She feels good, she know she's looking fine
I'm so proud to know that she is mine

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

"Good Day Sunshine"
THE BEATLES

Funny video, reminds me of the crudely done Super-8 movies I made when I was a kid.

GOOD DAY SUNSHINE!

American Dreaming

2007-01-05T15:15:00.000-08:00

Providing the most obscure songs...

GL

Peace

I need my conscience to keep watch over me
To protect me from myself
So I can wear honesty like a crown on my head
When I walk into the promised land
We've been too long American dreaming
I think we've all lost the way
Fear long somnambulistic maniacal in the dark

I'm in love with an American girl
Well she's my best friend
I love her surreptitious smile
That hides the pain within her
And we'll go dancing in rings of laughter
The Nibelung* by the shores
Fear long in the bounds of raptures
And even long for the loss

Yea-- on a lea the rising wind blows
Fey-- on a lea the rising wind blows
How long how long?

Fear long in the grounds of allegiances we left behind
Turnban** by the foot of the doorway
Never lost and found
We've been too long American dreaming
I think we've all lost the heart
Fear long somnambulistic maniacal in the dark

Yea-- on a lea the rising wind blows
Fey-- on a lea the rising wind blows
How long how long?

DEAD CAN DANCE
"American Dreaming"

Same as it ever was

2007-01-05T12:41:00.000-08:00

So now the plan is a surge, send another 30,000 of our brave troops to the cluster fuck that is Iraq. Worse than useless. Designed to prolong the chaos and war profiteering until the Shrub is out of office, make getting out of that quagmire even more deadly, bloody, and unstabling. According to a comprehensive survey of the troops in Military.com, only 33% of the troops support the Shrub's policy on Iraq. Will we EVER learn?

Same shit, different decade.

I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you read the news today
They say the danger's gone away
But I can see the fires still alight
There burning into the night.

Theres too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion.

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands were given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in.

Ooh superman where are you now
When everything's gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, the men of power
Are losing control by the hour.

This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion.

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands were given
Use them and lets start trying
To make it a place worth living in.

I remember long ago -
Ooh when the sun was shining
Yes and the stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago -

I wont be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
Were not just making promises
That we know, well never keep.

Too many men
There's too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Cant you see
This is a land of confusion.

Now this is the world we live in
And these are the hands were given
Use them and lets start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for.

This is the world we live in
And these are the names were given
Stand up and lets start showing
Just where our lives are going to.
"The Land of Confusion"
GENESIS

The Long December

2007-01-05T00:20:00.000-08:00

Which it was... Whew!

Start at 1:15 for the music to start.

Out.

long december and theres reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I cant remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven
Now the days go by so fast
And its one more day up in the canyons
And its one more night in hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...i wish you would
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that its all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And its one more day up in the canyons
And its one more night in hollywood
If you think you might come to california...i think you should
Drove up to hillside manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And its been a long december and theres reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I cant remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And its one more day up in the canyon
And its one more night in hollywood
Its been so long since Ive seen the ocean...i guess I should

COUNTING CROWS
"A Long December"

Well Knackered

2007-01-04T17:30:00.000-08:00

Felt good today, up on a roof, installing and wiring solar panels. Customers are husband and wife that both play with the Spokane Symphony, kind of eccentrics too, but good people. Unfortunately they weren't home today, so we couldn't get up in their attic to finish off the wiring. But we got everything secured, wired, grounded and hooked up on the roof, and test the output... 400V of DC, not bad in the partially obscured sun. Don't test that kind of power on your tongue, like I do with 9-Volt batteries... We finished up just as the snow was starting to fall.

Just found out I was mentioned in an article in the local paper, in the same sentence as Patti Gates, Bill's Sister, as we are some of the locals around here who are trying to do something about sustainability. Yeah, me and Patti Gates, just some locals. Heh! Wow! Beats the Chamber of Commerce guy who mentioned me and our company last summer, at least to me it does.

Thanks for reading my blather.

Peace Out
GL

(Lennon/McCartney)

THE SUN KING
(Lennon/McCartney)

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh...
Here comes the sun king
Here comes the sun king
Everybody's laughing
Everybody's happy
Here comes the sun king

Quando paramucho mi amore de felice carathon
Mundo paparazzi mi amore cicce verdi parasol
Questo abrigado tantamucho que canite carousel

Dammit, can't get YouTube to work, again.

Beatles, Here Comes The Sun King

VERTIGO

2007-01-04T06:59:00.000-08:00

Greetings compardres! Am back in the field today finishing off the installation of some solar electric panels. These are reindeer-proof certified, by the way, no worries for Santa next year. The homeowners are a little, uhhhh, excentric, so when we were putting up the racks, I kept tolding the nosy neighbors we were putting up a deep-space antenna to listen to ETs trying to communicate with us earth dwellers. Heh.

Gotta post and run, more demented thoughts later. Thanks again for stumblimg by, and notice I managed to link a few of ya'll, working on more.

Dems take over Congress today, hurray! ITMFA!
(A guy can dream, and the dreams are back)

GL

Peace

FULL MOON

2007-01-03T20:25:00.000-08:00

I hate blogger...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Well I finally got rid o' that nasty upper-rep infection, thanx to a mere 6 sulfa-antibiotics, some other meds, got my BP down from hyper hyper...Major and libtion intake change coming. NO SALT FOR ME! more tests to come.

But I do FEEL. MUCH. BETTER.

But whys is mostly lying around in bed getting poked aand prodded (and not in a good way) make me feel tired.

Oh, and didn't that last post, suck? No food posts for me.

Couldn't help noticing this tonight.

Moon River. By Request.

Eat, drink, and be merry, in moderation, of course..

2007-01-03T13:59:00.000-08:00

Coconut Fudge

I am back, campers, from my sojurn, my vision quest, my self-imposed exhile, and well,
What can I say? Not much yet, but I'll be alright, the medical quasi-professionals say...
more later.

Savoy Truffle (Harrison)

Creme tangerine and montelimat
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert--yes you know it's good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle.

Cool cherry cream and a nice apple tart
I feel your taste all the time we're apart
Coconut fudge--really blows down those blues
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle.

You might not feel it now
But when the pain cuts through
You're going to know and how
The sweat is going to fill your head
When it becomes too much
You're going to shout aloud
--Creme tangerine.

You know that what you eat you are,
But what is sweet now, turns so sour--
We all know Obla-Di-Bla-Da
But can you show me, where you are?..

Creme tangerine and montelimat
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert--yes you know its good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle.

Hugs

2006-12-30T12:22:00.000-08:00

Is this my first Recycler?
Seems like I posted this before... somewhere...
It's all the rage on them internets, kiddies.
Seen it before?
Watch it again, it's that good.

Who can resist hugs?
I like to give and get big squeezy ones.
You?

Peace out.
GL

don't mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
I don't like illusions I can't see
Them clearly

I don't care no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually
What you'll do

I don't mind…
I don't care…
As long are you're here

Go ahead tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same

Hours slide and days go by
Till you decide to come
And in between it always seems too long
All of a sudden

And I have the skill, yeah I have the will
To breathe you in while I can
However long you stay
Is all that I am

I don't mind…
I don't care…
As long are you're here

Go ahead tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's always the same

Wrong or right
Black or white
If I close my eyes
I's all the same

In my life
The compromise
I close my eyes
It's all the same

Go ahead say it you're leaving
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same

"All the Same"
SICK PUPPIES

Little Plastic Castle

2006-12-30T12:05:00.000-08:00

Don't know about Ani?

You should...

Incredible musician. Political bent. Astute businesswoman. (Sells and markets her records herself, no record companies.)

Coffee shop?

in a coffee shop in a city

which is every coffee shop

in every city

on a day which is every day

i pick up a magazine

which is every magazine

and read a story then forgot it right away

they say goldfish have no memory

i guess their lives are much like mine

the little plastic castle

is a surprise every time

it's hard to say if they are happy

but they don't seem much to mind

from the shape of your shaved head

i recognized your silhoutte

as you walked out of the sun and sat down

and the sight of your sleepy smile eclipsed all the other
people

as they paused to snear at the girls from out of town

i said, "Look at you this morning

you are by far the cutest

be careful getting cofee

i think these people want to shoot us

Maybe there's some kind of local competition here

to see who can be the rudest

people talk about my image

like i come in two dimensions

like lipstick is a sign of my decling mind

like what i happen to be wearing the day

that someone takes my picture

is my new statement for all womankind

i wish they could see us now

in leather bras and rubber shorts

like some ridiculous team uniform

for some ridculous new sport

quick someone call the girl police

and file a report

in a coffee shop in a city

which is every coffee shop

in every city

on a day which is every day

"Little Plastic Castle"
ANI DIFRANCO
in rememberance of v

Glory to the Sun

2006-12-30T07:50:00.000-08:00

pic for csw

Hello everyone, as always, I thank you for stopping by.

Watched a glorious sunrise this morning, a brand new day dawns.

Been rather sick as dog for two weeks now, had some blood work taken recently,
doc wants to see me today, possibly more tests and chit. God, I hate getting old.

Might throw another post today, if I get the chance, not sure.

Now I'm boring myself to death this morning!

Ya'll have a partying NY eve, and great New Year!

Hug the one you're with. And the kids too, they deserve it.

Peace.

GL

This song has some of the most amazing guitar work, ever, yes, ever I say.

Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp-distance
How can the wind with its arms
All around me

Lost on a wave and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp-distance
How can the wind with so many around me
Lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decide
Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Lost on a wave that youre dreaming
Dram on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp-distance
How can the wind with its arms all around
Me
Sharp-distance
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided

Straight light moving and removing
Sharpness of the colour sun shine
Straight light searching all the meanings
Of the song
Long last treatment of the telling that
Relates to all the words sung
Dreamer easy in the chair that really fits
You

Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp-distance
How can the sun with its arms all around
Me
Sharp-distance
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city
"Heart of the Sunrise"
YES

(Can't get YouTube embed to work)

Yes-Heart of the Sunrise, Part 1

Part 2:

Yes-Heart of the Sunrise, Part 2

See yourself
You are the steps you take
You and you - and that's the only way
Watch it now
The eagle in the sky
How he dancin' one and only...

Blues, not green

2006-12-29T15:45:00.000-08:00

There's another theme that goes along with blue, like the blue earth I posted... Some sorta Original American Music, Blues, I think.

My insane friend, The Psycho Therapist, wrote this:

Before two people can experience unhappiness together they have to have been blissful together and possess a sacred memory of that time which evokes a kindred smile on their lips and a kindred longing in their souls.

True dat, near as I can tell. Had a few of those blissfull, sacred, smiling times, in fact.
Very wonderful, that connection.

Made me think of Breakfast at Tiffany's, which, much to my great surprise, was performed by Deep Blue Something

Now I know what you're thinking... poor Green's gone off the deep end.
To that I say: It's entirely possible.

I'll be checking in/out soon, and stop rambling on so.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight
Red is gray and yellow, white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion

Pinprick holes in a colourless sky
Let insipid figures of light pass by
The mighty light of ten thousand suns
Challenges infinity and is soon gone
Night time, to some a brief interlude
To others the fear of solitude

Brave Helios, wake up your steeds
Bring the warmth the countryside needs

Moody Blues
"Days of Future Past"

Who reads this far? Nobody, probably.
Oh Well. Carry on then.

The following is NOT an entirely accurate portrayal, yet,
close, and I've always liked this song.

Our lives have come between us. And other crap. She did care, I think. My bad.

Someday, I want to see the the old movie, Starring Audrey Hepburn, cuddled up on the couch, with my sweetie.

Peace out.
War is over, if you want it to be.

You say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care

CHORUS:
And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

I see you - the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over,
And I hate when things are over -
When so much is left undone

CHORUS:
And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

You say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care

CHORUS:
And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

Global Warming, Love, and Peace

2006-12-29T15:24:00.000-08:00

Can you hear my heart beat in this bond
Do you know that behind of this bond
Lies the deep desire I'm in love hey
Make a wonderful love if I may
All my dreams to be all I can do
Only I love, only love
And you say I knew we should find a new way
Make a wonderful love if I may

Can you hear my heart beat in this hurt
Do you know that behind of this hurt
Lies the deep desire I'm in love hey
Make a wonderful love if I may
All my dreams to be all I can do
Only I love, only love
And you say I knew we should find a new way
Make a wonderful love if I may

Can you hear my heart beat in this hurt?
Do you know that behind of this hurt
Lies the deep desire can you love hey
Make a wonderful love if I may

Make a wonderful love if I may
Make a wonderful love if I may
Can you hear my heart beat in this hurt?
Can you hear my heart beat in this hurt?

Metisse
Song: "Boom Boom Ba"

My first You Tube post, hope it works.

Peace out.

PS, I am looking forward to dreaming at night again.

A New Day Is Coming

2006-12-29T09:56:00.000-08:00

























For some reason, the line "A new day is comin'"
floated thru my head.


CRYSTAL BLUE PERSUASION


Look over yonder what do you see
The sun is a-risin'  most definitely
A new day is comin'  people are changin'
Ain't it beautiful crystal blue persuasion
  
Better get ready  gonna see the light
Love, love is the answer and that's all right
So don't you give up now so easy to find
Just look to your soul and open your mind
          
Crystal blue persuasion, mm-hmm
It's a new vibration

Crystal blue persuasion, crystal
Blue persuasion

Maybe tomorrow  when He looks down
Every green field  and every town
All of his children  every nation
There'll be peace and good brotherhood

Crystal blue persuasion


Crystal blue persuasion.....

Crystal Blue Persuasion

Lyrics by Tommy James, Ed Gray, and Mike Vale

This hit song from 1969 was written and performed by Tommy James and The Shondells

According to Tommy James himself, "when I wrote Crystal Blue, it was taken from the book of Revelation: the imagery of the new Jerusalem." But I prefer to think that the "blue crystal" is really the planet Earth. This song was a big hit in 1969, the year man landed on the moon, and television viewers saw a beautiful blue round crystal sphere photographed from space.

But if we want to consider further what "blue crystal" really has the power to persuade us to have world peace, consider the Silicon Solar Cell.

As BluCrystl says: "The silicon solar cell is a true crystal, blue in color, no pollution, no environmental danger, sufficient power ( I wonder how mankind survived before the use of fossil fuel energy, coal , oil, etc.) and I cannot see one country going to war over another's silicon solar cell photovoltaic panels."

A time to choose?

2006-12-28T17:53:00.000-08:00

I saw a beautiful sunset the other afternoon, coming back from wiring up some solar gear. Oh, turns out the place was a Housing Authority project for senior citizens. I hope to write more about it later.

Anyway, this pic I think is interesting, 'cause it could be a regular sunset, or it could be a nuke goin off in that far distance...

Dichotomy.

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
-From Fiddler on the Roof

One of my most favorite songs ever:

Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope
Like good Christians, some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches

But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light

And once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon it went
And 'til the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied, stole and bought our a homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man

But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light

The blue and grey they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war over
They stuffed it just like a hog

And though the past has it's share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But it's protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster and will not obey

(Suicide)
The spirit was freedom and justice
And it's keepers seem generous and kind
It's leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they won't pay it no mind
'Cause the people grew fat and got lazy
And now their vote is a meaningless joke
They babble about law and order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told

Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watchin'

Our cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is stranglin' the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole world's got to be just like us
Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner
We can't pay the cost

'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watching

(America)
America where are you now?
Don't you care about your sons and daughters?
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
"Monster"
Steppenwolf

This is circa 1970 as I recall. Cripes, it could written about today.
History fucking repeats itself.
Definition of insanity, anyone, anyone, Buehler?
Please, people, can we get a freaking clue?
Can't go like this much longer, me or the world.

I'm fed up to here with this Monster.

I'm sick to death of this war, this monkey (the on my back too), this injustice, this utter lack of decency and caring.

Sun rises at dawn though.
A new day breaks. Start over. Do over.
Try a little tenderness, give ya another shot at that mutha.

Peace out.

Testing with pictures

2006-12-27T10:45:00.000-08:00

Cool Santa.

And She Was

2006-12-26T01:35:00.000-08:00

Busy Christmas weekend folks. Hope to catch up with you all soon, should be a slow week at work.

Signed off with a loved one, wish her the best.
There are places I'll remember, all my life.
(hat tip, her holiness, TPT)
/sigh

Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. Hugs and kisses, yes, really, I don't care if you don't want them, or not, too bad.

Why these songs come into my head, I'll never freaking know. Wish I could shake this awful cold I have.

Hey!

And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
She's making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbor's house
Now she's starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes

The world was moving she was right there with it and she was
The world was moving she was floating above it and she was
and she was

And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
And she's drifting this way and that
Not touching the ground at all
And she's up above the yard

The world was moving she was right there with it and she was
(Hey, hey)
The world was moving she was floating above it and she was

Hey, hey, hey

She was proud about it... no doubt about it
She isn't sure about what she's done
No time to think about what to tell him
No time to think about what she's done
And she was

Hey hey, hey hey, hey!

And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
She's moving out in all directions
Oh, oh oh

Hey hey hey (repeated..)

The world was moving she was right there with it and she was
Hey, woo hoo
The world was moving she was floating above it and she was
Hey, hey

Joining the world of missing persons and she was
Missing enough to feel all right and she was

Ha ha
And she was
(repeated..)

"And She Was"
THE TALKING HEADS

Peace be with you. And also with you.
(((((who else would it be))))))

As always, I remain, the Green Libertarian.
Haulin' taconite for most a da night, eh?
Yaaa, shuurrre, you betcha.

Power To The People

2006-12-23T06:50:00.000-08:00

As you might have surmised, many of our customers are the well-to-do, liberals with money, who want to minimize their own personal impact on the environment, and do something. They ARE the good people, even if a fraction are snotty brats.

But today, lo and behold, it is good, we'll be out installing (mostly doing the wiring) a fairly large solar electric system for a public housing authority project. Yes, your tax dollars at work! It's a good thing.

Damn, busy as all get out. Ya'll are prolly too. Relax and enjoy some, take stock, count your blessings.

Well, I'm running down the road
Tryin to loosen my load
I've got seven women on
My mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says shes a friend of mine
Take it easy, take it easy
Dont let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Dont even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy

Well, I'm a standing on a corner
In winslow, arizona
And such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
Gonna save me
We may lose and we may win though
We will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbin in,
So take it easy

Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen
My load, got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin' for a lover who wont blow my
Cover, shes so hard to find
Take it easy, take it easy
Dont let the sound of your own
Wheels make you crazy
Come on baby, dont say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
Gonna save me, oh oh oh
Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy

"Take it Easy"
THE EAGLES

Trash Day

2006-12-22T06:39:00.000-08:00

Oh, yes, it is, campers, blurkers, and haters alike. Trash freaking day. Out with it! Empty the "dustbin", the English would say.

Starting to feel a little better, seem to be recovering from the fall off the ladder.

Relationship recovery, if even advisable, is totally on the shoals, the Perfect Storm. No one seems to be coming for an Emotional Rescue.

Field work yesterday was on the other side of the business...putting in a bio-mass burner, aka, a pellet stove. Turns out it was for these great folks I met a couple of weeks ago at the EcoBuilders Guild party, way up in the hills. The dingo/coyote dog was there, again, appreciative of loose table scraps. The man of the house is a design/build contractor, usually doing ecofriendly stuff- straw bale, SIPS, and Rastra, but he's not a pastafarian. (See Flying Spaghetti Monster). The kids there were so damn cute, 'round 8 years old, playing Pirates! Yo-ho, yo-ho, and Pirates life for me. All this commie pink propagana around, including a Discover For Kids magazine on, oh wow, Ancient Persia. Perhaps there's still hope. Like the song says, "I believe in miracles". You sexy thing. Yes. You!

The news is beyond preposterous...revelation of even more taxpayer subsidies for Big God Damn Oil. Iraq still a bloody freaking mess. The Chimporer has no clue, par usual. Couple of gays physically attacked for holding hands in public. All is not well on the Western Front.

Back out in the field today, another bio-burner. Tomorrow, a solar panel install in (Holy) Moses Lake. Praise the Lord.

Oh, and the garbage, mustn't forget!

Happy shopping, you know, the Decider just said the other day, Go Out and Shop! Obey!

Artist: Garbage

Album: Garbage

Song: Stupid girl

You pretend you´re high
You pretend you´re bored
You pretend you´re anything
Just to be adored
And what you need
Is what you get

Don´t believe in fear
Don´t believe in faith
Don´t believe in anything
That you can´t break

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted

What drives you on (What drives you on)
Can drive you mad (Can drive you mad)
A million lies to sell yourself
Is all you ever had

Don´t believe in love
Don´t believe in hate
Don´t believe in anything
That you can´t waste

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can´t believe you fake it
Can´t believe you fake it

Don´t believe in fear
Don´t believe in pain
Don´t believe in anyone
That you can´t tame

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can´t believe you fake it
Can´t believe you fake it

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can´t believe you fake it
Can´t believe you fake it

You stupid girl.

Happy Merry Soltice

2006-12-21T06:59:00.000-08:00

Well I am barely surviving, friends. Another day in the field today. And tomorrow. And the next day. Haven't worked so much in the field since I can't remember when. Everybody wants their solar system, installed before the end of the year. Or something else installed before Christmas. It's hell and it keeps me away from the internets. Damn federal tax incentives- Year 2006. Speaking of which, not witch, how was the past year for ya'll?

Snow city here for "Crimbo", as the English call it. The War on Christmas continues unabated.

I think I am recovering OK... still a bit sore, and not enough time to blog, fix this blog, properly. Power and Control person has been put on notice. Swimming miles is not just for breakfast/smalltalk anymore.

The days get longer from here on out. SAD should diminish. It's a good thing. Power from the Sun, or Son, depending on your point of view.

Peace out, ya'll. Back to saving the world from global warming, and addiction to fossil fuels. Word.

dilate

life used to be life-like
now it's more like show biz
i wake up in the night
and i don't know where the bathroom is
and i don't know what town i'm in
or what sky i am under
and i wake up in the darkness and i
don't have the will anymore to wonder
everyone has a skeleton
and a closet to keep it in
and you're mine
every song has a you
a you that the singer sings to
and you're it this time
baby, you're it this time

when i need to wipe my face
i use the back of my hand
and i like to take up space
just because i can
and i use my dress
to wipe up my drink
i care less and less
what people think
and you are so lame
you always disappoint me
it's kinda like our running joke
but it's really not funny
i just want you to live up to
the image of you i create
i see you and i'm so unsatisfied
i see you and i dilate

so i'll walk the plank
and i'll jump with a smile
if i'm gonna go down
i'm gonna do it with style
and you won't see me surrender
you won't hear me confess
'cuz you've left me with nothing
but i've worked with less
and i learn every room long enough
to make it to the door
and then i hear it click shut behind me
and every key works differently
i forget every time
and the forgetting defines me
that's what defines me

when i say you sucked my brain out
the english translation
is i am in love with you
and it is no fun
but i don't use words like love
'cuz words like that don't matter
but don't look so offended
you know, you should be flattered
i wake up in the night
in some big hotel bed
my hands grope for the light
my hands grope for my head
the world is my oyster
the road is my home
and i know that i'm better
off alone

Ani Difranco, a favorite of mine.

An Unexpected and Sudden Descent

2006-12-20T18:14:00.000-08:00

Good evening campers...

Took a nasty fall about 6 feet off a ladder, on my last trip down of the day (well obviously. No, it really WAS the last trip down) off the roof. If anyone knows Rush Limbaugh, could you beam me some Hillbilly Heroin? No? Damn. I know somebody out this is holdin'. Well I'll just have to hope the ibuprofen and Canadian whiskey kicks in soon then.

Thanks for stopping by, I will read everything at some point in my recovery...

"It's been 1.5 hours since I stopped falling off of ladders"...

Post and run

2006-12-20T07:25:00.000-08:00

Listened to the Chimp's press conference... same ol', same'ol. Liar in chief. Talks about conservation and renewable energy stuff, does NOTHING for it. Subsidies for big oil? Billions and Billions. Meanwhile, the wanking chimp, gutted the paltry budget for National Renewable Energy Lab. Rotten lying bastid.

I'm off to another solar panel install today. Hope you all have a great day. Sorry for that mess last night on my last post. Hoping I can blog about my most recent installs soon, very interesting stuff.

The Power and Control person is back... (Gift Horse looker in the mouth).

Have a good one, I thank you again for stopping by this mess.

Poli-tics (PT says MEGO) My Eyes Glaze Over

2006-12-19T22:36:00.000-08:00

I wish I was a cool kid, and knew how to post that coolio You-Tube initial image. Until I learn how, I highly recommend watching this video, anyway...

A leetle bit of politics for my friend, Jump, and others that enjoy such.

Submitted by shystee on Mon, 2006-07-03 21:40. Fascist Meme Transmitters

Dedicated to the Right-Wingnuts to remind them of what ‘Merka is supposed to be about.

“Don’t be a Sucker”, 1947 film from the US War Department about the evils of prejudice, disinformation and fascism. The Film Noir intro rules.

Don't Be a Sucker (well, unless, ahem, you're really orally fixated. Like me. Oh shut up, the video's work friendly.

It's a beautiful world

2006-12-19T07:42:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3MxuDk7wqo

It's a Beautiful World

It's a beautiful world we live in,
A sweet romantic place,
Beautiful people everywhere,
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say,

(Chorus)
It's a beautiful world (x3)
For you (x3)

It's a wonderful time to be here,
It's nice to be alive,
Wonderful people everywhere,
The way they comb their hair
Makes me want to say,

It's a wonderful place (x3)
For you (x3)

Hey, tell me what I say,
Boy 'n' girl with the new clothes on,
You can shake it to me all night long,
Hey, Hey!

It's a beautiful world we live in,
A sweet romantic place,
Beautiful people everywhere,
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say,

(Chorus)

It's not for me!

(Repeat Chorus)

"It's a Beautiful World"
DEVO