John McCain Tweet: "According to the media: flyover photo op cost taxpayers $328,000 – I think it’s more!"
This is the kind of thing that makes me want to be a Blue Dog Democrat. I'm a Prog when it comes to most social issues but when it come to government spending our money like a whore at Victoria's Secret with an AmEx gold card, it just makes me wanna scream.
As to the Arlen Specter switch, only an idiot would call themselves a Republican these days (sorry John, but you're in it up to your neck and they've got you by the balls, just look who they forced you to take on as your running mate). Any republican with half a brain should defect. However, I predict that the Democrats, once they maintain a majority, will split as well, between the fiscal conservatives and the social progressives and a new two party will emerge. The Blue Dogs will consist of moderate, conservative Democrats and moderate Republicans, while the Progs will be the more liberal Democrats. Either way the Republicans are going the way of the dinosaur. Get over it already.
29 April 2009
28 April 2009
Double Dove
Dear Mark Coates aka Scott Wilson of demon.co.uk:
Your request has been granted. Apologies. Such a pity not to share such beauty. Alas.
Your request has been granted. Apologies. Such a pity not to share such beauty. Alas.
27 April 2009
26 April 2009
Garden 2009
Today we got our salsa garden started. There are two varieties of tomatoes and two jalapeños in our wine barrel garden. We also planted some more herbs, including rosemary and parsley
and a Serrano pepper.
22 April 2009
Jeff Beck with Rod Stewart 21 April 2009 Los Angeles CA
So sorry I missed this but I am seeing him in 24 hours in Oakland. Excitement builds.
Written Word Wednesday
I could write about today being Earth Day. I could write about today also being Professional Administrative Day, which used to be called Secretaries Day. But other than the fact that I feel these are days which we should celebrate everyday, I'm not going to write about either of those things.
Instead I'm going to write about Facebook. I've had a Facebook page for a couple of months now. What I have enjoyed most is finding old friends from the many various phases of my life experiences, including friends from as far back as elementary school. Facebook has proven to be the vehicle for bringing these disparate areas of my life, of my friends and family and acquaintances together in one convenient place. Granted, much of it is still tedium bordering on the extreme.
One thing I don't like about both Facebook and Myspace is the lack of a notification when one of these virtual friends drops me from their friends list. On the one hand, these sites will send you a notification if one of these friends so much as winks wickedly at any passing fancy. I just would like the opportunity to try to ascertain just why I was dumped. If only for the purpose of being a better virtual friend in the future. Was it simply that you were trimming the fat from your friends lists? I completely understand, if we haven't had contact for twenty plus years, why dredge that past up again. Or was it the liberal viewpoints I expressed or were some of my other friends too freaky for your conservative viewpoints? I don't know, I just get curious about these things.
I refuse to play any of those goofy Facebook applications, games or quizzes, so don't even ask me. I'd just like to keep it as a place to catch up with the busy lives of my friends and family. I presume that most people who use these sites, feel as I do, that these social networking sites are mostly just a time drain with very limited beneficial attributes, despite the fact that some of my friends seem to take every quiz that comes across the screen. I must insist on my own refraining. I don't have time for such nonsense now that I've got to start working on getting my first million followers on Twitter.
Instead I'm going to write about Facebook. I've had a Facebook page for a couple of months now. What I have enjoyed most is finding old friends from the many various phases of my life experiences, including friends from as far back as elementary school. Facebook has proven to be the vehicle for bringing these disparate areas of my life, of my friends and family and acquaintances together in one convenient place. Granted, much of it is still tedium bordering on the extreme.
One thing I don't like about both Facebook and Myspace is the lack of a notification when one of these virtual friends drops me from their friends list. On the one hand, these sites will send you a notification if one of these friends so much as winks wickedly at any passing fancy. I just would like the opportunity to try to ascertain just why I was dumped. If only for the purpose of being a better virtual friend in the future. Was it simply that you were trimming the fat from your friends lists? I completely understand, if we haven't had contact for twenty plus years, why dredge that past up again. Or was it the liberal viewpoints I expressed or were some of my other friends too freaky for your conservative viewpoints? I don't know, I just get curious about these things.
I refuse to play any of those goofy Facebook applications, games or quizzes, so don't even ask me. I'd just like to keep it as a place to catch up with the busy lives of my friends and family. I presume that most people who use these sites, feel as I do, that these social networking sites are mostly just a time drain with very limited beneficial attributes, despite the fact that some of my friends seem to take every quiz that comes across the screen. I must insist on my own refraining. I don't have time for such nonsense now that I've got to start working on getting my first million followers on Twitter.
20 April 2009
19 April 2009
17 April 2009
This blog will not be monetized
My Blogger Dashboard is now displaying a "Monetize" hyperlink. When this link is clicked I am informed that I can have Google AdSense ads running on my blog that will be geared towards my reader's interests based upon my blog's content. And every time one of my readers clicks on the ads I can earn money. By now we've all seen blogs that have taken up this opportunity and I don't begrudge any of my fellow bloggers their entrepreneurial right to monetize or not to monetize. But I hereby make a declaration this day that this blog will not be monetized.
Some time ago I devised a top-secret plan in order to prompt me to post more consistently to my blog. Well, I can't really call it top-secret any more since I am divulging it now. But I tried to tell as few people as possible, in hopes that it would not sabotage or throw light on my laziness when I failed to fulfill. It's like when you don't tell people that you're on a diet so that you don't risk being chided when you're caught cheating. So if I state it here then I have to stick to it, right? Well, almost, these are still my rules and I'm the only one who has to follow them and I'm the only one who can enforce them.
So far, as according to my plan, I've managed to be fairly consistent with the Music Monday posts. It's easy, it's fun. I've even tried to keep current with the Friday Poetry posts. I mean it's not like I'm writing them myself (although that would surely challenge). I am simply sharing those poems and videos that I find resonance with. Even still, I hear the inner voices criticize that I'm only regurgitating stuff that can be found elsewhere on the internets. No originality. So sue me. No really, don't. I work for a living. I don't have any money. And this blog will not be monetized.
Also and by the way, most of the pictures you see on my blog are taken from the treasure-trove of images known as the internets. If any of these violate someone's copyright or if anyone simply takes issue with any photo or image just contact me through this blog and it will be remedied to the satisfaction of the proper owner of the particular image. Otherwise bugger off. As I stated already I make no money nor profit of gain by this blog and this blog will not be monetized.
Now it's this Written Word Wednesday prompt that gets my palms sweaty. I've seen other blog authors make a regular post for "Wordless Wednesday" and I thought I might try that, but then I realised that it would not be any different from any other day for me. You see while I've fancied myself as this writer type I really don't practise the art all that much. I especially don't find great comfort in sharing what I write. There are three main reasons for this. First of all, I am a very private person. Secondly, I can't fathom why anyone would care what I have to say. This worry and source of inner conflict has plagued my blogging since its inception. And finally, I have had a bad experience of someone using what I have written in this and other blogs to hurt me and my loved ones. So while I appreciate truly interested readers I am leery of anyone who gets too interested. I think one has to have a deep sense of trust in the overwhelming goodness of people in order to put their thoughts out in the public arena. Sometimes I want to challenge myself to writing once a day in the blog. And maybe some days I will, like today when it's a good hair day and trust levels are high. But at a minimum, it will be my ambition to blog whatever has been weighing on the mind each and every Wednesday. But like I said my rules to break.
And this blog will not be monetized.
Some time ago I devised a top-secret plan in order to prompt me to post more consistently to my blog. Well, I can't really call it top-secret any more since I am divulging it now. But I tried to tell as few people as possible, in hopes that it would not sabotage or throw light on my laziness when I failed to fulfill. It's like when you don't tell people that you're on a diet so that you don't risk being chided when you're caught cheating. So if I state it here then I have to stick to it, right? Well, almost, these are still my rules and I'm the only one who has to follow them and I'm the only one who can enforce them.
So far, as according to my plan, I've managed to be fairly consistent with the Music Monday posts. It's easy, it's fun. I've even tried to keep current with the Friday Poetry posts. I mean it's not like I'm writing them myself (although that would surely challenge). I am simply sharing those poems and videos that I find resonance with. Even still, I hear the inner voices criticize that I'm only regurgitating stuff that can be found elsewhere on the internets. No originality. So sue me. No really, don't. I work for a living. I don't have any money. And this blog will not be monetized.
Also and by the way, most of the pictures you see on my blog are taken from the treasure-trove of images known as the internets. If any of these violate someone's copyright or if anyone simply takes issue with any photo or image just contact me through this blog and it will be remedied to the satisfaction of the proper owner of the particular image. Otherwise bugger off. As I stated already I make no money nor profit of gain by this blog and this blog will not be monetized.
Now it's this Written Word Wednesday prompt that gets my palms sweaty. I've seen other blog authors make a regular post for "Wordless Wednesday" and I thought I might try that, but then I realised that it would not be any different from any other day for me. You see while I've fancied myself as this writer type I really don't practise the art all that much. I especially don't find great comfort in sharing what I write. There are three main reasons for this. First of all, I am a very private person. Secondly, I can't fathom why anyone would care what I have to say. This worry and source of inner conflict has plagued my blogging since its inception. And finally, I have had a bad experience of someone using what I have written in this and other blogs to hurt me and my loved ones. So while I appreciate truly interested readers I am leery of anyone who gets too interested. I think one has to have a deep sense of trust in the overwhelming goodness of people in order to put their thoughts out in the public arena. Sometimes I want to challenge myself to writing once a day in the blog. And maybe some days I will, like today when it's a good hair day and trust levels are high. But at a minimum, it will be my ambition to blog whatever has been weighing on the mind each and every Wednesday. But like I said my rules to break.
And this blog will not be monetized.
When You Are Old and Grey ~ WB Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Persephone by
Thomas Hart Benton (1889-1975)
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Persephone by
Thomas Hart Benton (1889-1975)
16 April 2009
14 April 2009
Memento Mori~Remember Death
I am the one who remembers death.
I give you the heart-ache of loss.
I want you to live your life to the fullest because the next moment may well be the last.
You will remember when you no longer fear death, for death is just another phase of life. You will remember when you embrace life.
13 April 2009
Happy Birthday Al Green
Today is the Reverend Al Green's birthday.
I love the horns in this song. Fantastic groove.
Official website
I love the horns in this song. Fantastic groove.
Official website
11 April 2009
11 April 2009 My baby is now a man
My son George turns 18 today. When he was born I was laughing during my contractions and he was a very good baby.
He was a good boy.
He was even a pretty decent teenager.
Today he is a man (by legal definition). He'll always be my baby.
Happy Birthday George!
He was a good boy.
He was even a pretty decent teenager.
Today he is a man (by legal definition). He'll always be my baby.
Happy Birthday George!
03 April 2009
Alone by Maya Angelou
In honour of Ms. Angelou's birthday tomorrow, today's poetry offering is
Alone by Maya Angelou
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone by Maya Angelou
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
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