x-post: Vortex loses all historical perspective, calls election in May
Political aside: New all-imprudent edgewise post in which I manage to forget 8 out of 9 key Lessons of Dukakis and declare this the week GWB lost the election, here.
Bad-ass astronomer
Do you know how many stars up there — how many of those nighttime naked-eye stars-that-you-can-see are part of our local little galaxy? Not off in the broader universe representing some distant cluster. Just local twinkle. Milky Way shine. Do you know? Do you? Do you? How about all of them? Motherfucker.
x-post: The devolution of Sean Hannity’s mind (with poll)
Political aside: New dailykos post, including a sub-scientific but partly binding poll on the scope, speed, nature, and intensity of Sean Hannity’s directional decay, here.
Beck at the Greek
He was a rock star, wearing an orange t-shirt while the rest of the band wore gray. Showing off his practiced dance moves on particle board. Strumming a big guitar. Stomping one boot in rhythm. Sending out bass and drum to a crowd of sun-sweat smiley college boys and girls who sat and stood and … Read more
x-post: Monkey Man one-liner of the day
Political aside: New edgewise post featuring a genuine, imported Monkey Man quip, here.
Little
Sudden roar. Minature Thor. Why’d that bee sting my eye for? (with a sideways nod to Robert Creeley)
Arks
How come nobody’s building arks? Everybody’s building boats. I wish someone would build me an ark. Pray that it floats…..
Bye Bye, Blackbird
I’ll be posting a few (usually fairly short) tunes up as we go. Some solo multitrack homebrew this and that. Some long-distance musica-collabarativo. And the occasional piano/vocal jazz standard from 1926. Here’s the first tune out the gate, a piano/vocal jazz standard from 1926: “Bye bye, blackbird,” written by the great Henderson and Dixon. playtime:1 … Read more
They rise, they rise
Sitting and snacking at the local tea shop surprised to be sucking up whole tapioca in a wide straw. Bloop. Endlessly elevating. Fat and flavorless and full of — Bloop. Bloop. Never smooshed though smooshed should be in my not-so-smooth smoothie.