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I feel like a bitch.. i mean i am grateful but why is it when she does me favors are they always just "off"?

I am recovering from a rager of a night last night with Don, and she asks me to take her to work, but can see i feel like shit. So she offers me dinner from her restaurant. She called ahead to ask them to make me dinner before we got there. She asked me what I wanted, I said anything ... oh, and CHEEZ!!!

All i could think was the pecorino that i love so much. She has brought it home twice for me. Once she ate it all before i could get to it, and the second time I horded it for days, savoring it's peppery, granulated ripeness. God I love that cheese. I've begged for it for almost a year. So I knew she knew which cheese i was requesting.

She got off the phone before we got into the car and said they had chicken and pasta. Yumm! I thought. She went inside and returned, handing me two white to-go boxes and the chef himself brought out an entire wheel of cheese. It was the Petit' Basque that *she* likes. Nothing like the pecorino.

I opened the boxes at home. There was a very good pasta bolognese, and... salad. No chicken. Sigh. It's not like I need to eat any more! But ... oh well.

Tunez !: Mexican God by Robyn Hitchcock
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I will be doing several fill-ins in Mayhem. And hopefully two specials:


4/30 10p-2a - did that
5/8 10a-2p
5/15 10a-2p - I KNOW YOU KNOW ENO: Six Degrees of Separation from Brian Eno
he's had his hand in many projects, many bands, and I have his lecture from Long Now, back in 2004. It's amazing.
5/21 10p-12a
5/29 10a-2p - MOUNTAIN CON special - amazing band, just called it quits after a decade, and i will introduce you to them in time for their last release to be issued. Interview, giveaways, and just think! you can collect their catalog without worrying about missing the next release :)

As always, on KFJC 89.7 FM
as Rocket J. Squirrel

available via NETCAST at http://www.kfjc.org/netcast

Tunez !: Mountain Con
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Squeaking of Hugh Jackman [previous post's COMMENT]... the latest Wolverine is some kinda fun! and Hugh? well it's no wonder he goes shirtless (and at one point, pantsless) as he has hit the gym heavily for this role!

I wonder if he's on the "300" workout?

I can't figure out why I'm not losing more weight ... i mean i hardly eat and I contemplate this a great deal while on the couch. hmmmm ...

I have so frakking much to write about here but i haven't had the time. Back to doing battle with the IRS, Foothill College's Parking Nazis, and then to ride.

Tunez !: Mountain Con
amacker [userpic]

<http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/05/science/05tesla.html?_r=1&pagewanted=1&hp>

In 1901, Nikola Tesla began work on a global system of giant towers meant to relay through the air not only news, stock reports and even pictures but also, unbeknown to investors such as J. Pierpont Morgan, free electricity for one and all.

It was the inventor's biggest project, and his most audacious.

The first tower rose on rural Long Island and, by 1903, stood more than 18 stories tall. One midsummer night, it emitted a dull rumble and proceeded to hurl bolts of electricity into the sky. The blinding flashes, The New York Sun reported, "seemed to shoot off into the darkness on some mysterious errand."

But the system failed for want of money, and at least partly for scientific viability. Tesla never finished his prototype tower and was forced to abandon its adjoining laboratory.

Today, a fight is looming over the ghostly remains of that site, called Wardenclyffe — what Tesla authorities call the only surviving workplace of the eccentric genius who dreamed countless big dreams while pioneering wireless communication and alternating current. The disagreement began recently after the property went up for sale in Shoreham, N.Y.

A science group on Long Island wants to turn the 16-acre site into a Tesla museum and education center, and hopes to get the land donated to that end. But the owner, the Agfa Corporation, says it must sell the property to raise money in hard economic times. The company's real estate broker says the land, listed at $1.6 million, can "be delivered fully cleared and level," a statement that has thrown the preservationists into action.

The ruins of Wardenclyffe include the tower's foundation and the large brick laboratory, designed by Tesla's friend Stanford White, the celebrated architect.

"It's hugely important to protect this site," said Marc J. Seifer, author of "Wizard," a Tesla biography. "He's an icon. He stands for what humans are supposed to do — honor nature while using high technology to harness its powers."

Recently, New York State echoed that judgment. The commissioner of historic preservation wrote Dr. Seifer on behalf of Gov. David A. Paterson to back Wardenclyffe's preservation and listing in the National Register of Historic Places.

On Long Island, Tesla enthusiasts vow to obtain the land one way or another, saying that saving a symbol of Tesla's accomplishments would help restore the visionary to his rightful place as an architect of the modern age.

"A lot of his work was way ahead of his time," said Jane Alcorn, president of the Tesla Science Center, a private group in Shoreham that is seeking to acquire Wardenclyffe.

Dr. Ljubo Vujovic, president of the Tesla Memorial Society of New York, said destroying the old lab "would be a terrible thing for the United States and the world. It's a piece of history."

Tesla, who lived from 1856 to 1943, made bitter enemies who dismissed some of his claims as exaggerated, helping tarnish his reputation in his lifetime. He was part recluse, part showman. He issued publicity photos (actually double exposures) showing him reading quietly in his laboratory amid deadly flashes.

Today, his work tends to be poorly known among scientists, though some call him an intuitive genius far ahead of his peers. Socially, his popularity has soared, elevating him to cult status.

Books and Web sites abound. Wikipedia says the inventor obtained at least 700 patents. YouTube has several Tesla videos, including one of a break-in at Wardenclyffe. A rock band calls itself Tesla. An electric car company backed by Google's founders calls itself Tesla Motors.

Larry Page, Google's co-founder, sees the creator's life as a cautionary tale. "It's a sad, sad story," Mr. Page told Fortune magazine last year. The inventor "couldn't commercialize anything. He could barely fund his own research."

Wardenclyffe epitomized that kind of visionary impracticality.

Tesla seized on the colossal project at the age of 44 while living in New York City. An impeccably dressed bon vivant of Serbian birth, he was widely celebrated for his inventions of motors and power distribution systems that used the form of electricity known as alternating current, which beat out direct current (and Thomas Edison) to electrify the world.

His patents made him a rich man, at least for a while. He lived at the Waldorf-Astoria and loved to hobnob with the famous at Delmonico's and the Players Club.

Around 1900, as Tesla planned what would become Wardenclyffe, inventors around the world were racing for what was considered the next big thing — wireless communication. His own plan was to turn alternating current into electromagnetic waves that flashed from antennas to distant receivers. This is essentially what radio transmission is. The scale of his vision was gargantuan, however, eclipsing that of any rival.

Investors, given Tesla's electrical achievements, paid heed. The biggest was J. Pierpont Morgan, a top financier. He sank $150,000 (today more than $3 million) into Tesla's global wireless venture.

Work on the prototype tower began in mid-1901 on the North Shore of Long Island at a site Tesla named after a patron and the nearby cliffs. "The proposed plant at Wardenclyffe," The New York Times reported, "will be the first of a number that the electrician proposes to establish in this and other countries."

The shock wave hit Dec. 12, 1901. That day, Marconi succeeded in sending radio signals across the Atlantic, crushing Tesla's hopes for pioneering glory.

Still, Wardenclyffe grew, with guards under strict orders to keep visitors away. The wooden tower rose 187 feet over a wide shaft that descended 120 feet to deeply anchor the antenna. Villagers told The Times that the ground beneath the tower was "honeycombed with subterranean passages."

The nearby laboratory of red brick, with arched windows and a tall chimney, held tools, generators, a machine shop, electrical transformers, glass-blowing equipment, a library and an office.

But Morgan was disenchanted. He refused Tesla's request for more money.

Desperate, the inventor pulled out what he considered his ace. The towers would transmit not only information around the globe, he wrote the financier in July 1903, but also electric power.

"I should not feel disposed," Morgan replied coolly, "to make any further advances."

Margaret Cheney, a Tesla biographer, observed that Tesla had seriously misjudged his wealthy patron, a man deeply committed to the profit motive. "The prospect of beaming electricity to penniless Zulus or Pygmies," she wrote, must have left the financier less than enthusiastic.

It was then that Tesla, reeling financially and emotionally, fired up the tower for the first and last time. He eventually sold Wardenclyffe to satisfy $20,000 (today about $400,000) in bills at the Waldorf. In 1917, the new owners had the giant tower blown up and sold for scrap.

Today, Tesla's exact plan for the site remains a mystery even as scientists agree on the impracticality of his overall vision. The tower could have succeeded in broadcasting information, but not power.

"He was an absolute genius," Dennis Papadopoulos, a physicist at the University of Maryland, said in an interview. "He conceived of things in 1900 that it took us 50 or 60 years to understand. But he did not appreciate dissipation. You can't start putting a lot of power" into an antenna and expect the energy to travel long distances without great diminution.

Wardenclyffe passed through many hands, ending with Agfa, which is based in Ridgefield Park, N.J. The imaging giant used it from 1969 to 1992, and then shuttered the property. Silver and cadmium, a serious poison, had contaminated the site, and the company says it spent some $5 million on studies and remediation. The cleanup ended in September, and the site was put up for sale in late February.

Real estate agents said they had shown Wardenclyffe to four or five prospective buyers.

Last month, Agfa opened the heavily wooded site to a reporter. "NO TRESPASSING," warned a faded sign at a front gate, which was topped with barbed wire.

Tesla's red brick building stood intact, an elegant wind vane atop its chimney. But Agfa had recently covered the big windows with plywood to deter vandals and intruders, who had stolen much of the building's wiring for its copper.

The building's dark interior was littered with beer cans and broken bottles. Flashlights revealed no trace of the original equipment, except for a surprise on the second floor. There in the darkness loomed four enormous tanks, each the size of a small car. Their sides were made of thick metal and their seams heavily riveted, like those of an old destroyer or battleship. The Agfa consultant leading the tour called them giant batteries.

"Look up there," said the consultant, Ralph Passantino, signaling with his flashlight. "There's a hatch up there. It was used to get into the tanks to service them."

Tesla authorities appear to know little of the big tanks, making them potential clues to the inventor's original plans.

After the tour, Christopher M. Santomassimo, Agfa's general counsel, explained his company's position: no donation of the site for a museum, and no action that would rule out the building's destruction.

"Agfa is in a difficult economic position given what's going on in the global marketplace," he said. "It needs to maximize its potential recovery from the sale of that site."

He added that the company would entertain "any reasonable offer," including ones from groups interested in preserving Wardenclyffe because of its historical significance. "We're simply not in a position," he emphasized, "to donate the property outright."

Ms. Alcorn of the Tesla Science Center, who has sought to stir interest in Wardenclyffe for more than a decade, seemed confident that a solution would be worked out. Suffolk County might buy the site, she said, or a campaign might raise the funds for its purchase, restoration and conversion into a science museum and education center. She said the local community was strongly backing the preservation idea.

"Once the sign went up, I started getting so many calls," she remarked. "People said: 'They're not really going to sell it, are they? It's got to be a museum, right?' "

Sitting at a reading table at the North Shore Public Library, where she works as a children's librarian, Ms. Alcorn gestured across a map of Wardenclyffe to show how the abandoned site might be transformed with not only a Tesla museum but also a playground, a cafeteria and a bookshop.

"That's critical," she said.

Ms. Alcorn said the investigation and restoration of the old site promised to solve one of the big mysteries: the extent and nature of the tunnels said to honeycomb the area around the tower.

"I'd love to see if they really existed," she said. "The stories abound, but not the proof."

Tunez !: not Tesla Girls... actually the Black Angels
amacker [userpic]

results from a quiz on Frakbook
You have come out with Raven as your soul representation. This is a very interesting path for a being. I suppose the most important thing to remember about a persons life when they are under the Ravens wing would be, you have been here before.. you know all about this stuff and what you don't know you are about to find out.
There is really nothing too surprising or amazing to a Raven person.. new things, sure, but as they have been witness to so many massive shifts over the myriad of lifetimes required to lead a Raven life, there are virtually no real surprises.
The danger for a raven soul is landing in an area where there are no other ravens and no real competition for them. A Raven needs some powerful reflection and only another Raven can do that for them as they know that they are the only ones who really understand.
An old soul does not protect a person from falling into a trap of getting too comfortable and growing lazy. Laziness is deadly for a Raven, they need the power of their wings to carry their great bodies high above the world so that they can gain the perspective that they so need in order fulfill their ultimate destinies here on earth.
For each Raven has a particular mission to complete their earth cycle. Find out what it is Raven. You may be comfortable and unshaken, but are you alert and fulfilling your vision?


scarily true except i have always felt like a very new soul... a Brat at heart. And although Synchronicity follows me around like a puppy, I am still shocked and awed by sunsets and stars and the snuggliness of Gargamel and how he loves to communicate and the molten velvet of a horse's eye when it's very comfortable being around you.

Oddly, he also is the Soul of a Raven....

Tunez !: Cat Stevens - soundtrack from Harold & Maude
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Big Steam Train in Oakland's Union Pacific Yard
Monday 9 am - Wednesday  9 am
gallery.me.com/tbrisson#100055

On Apr 18, 2009, at 7:32 AM, D. Mayeron wrote:

Lester & Ray-

Union Pacific 844 will come through Berkeley on Monday.
twitpic.com/3hmnb

If you join twitter (it's free) you can get updates of its journey.

http://twitter.com/up_steam

Then we can take a break and go watch it go by.

Here's schedule:www.uprr.com/aboutup/excurs/schedule.shtml

Tunez !: I Often Dream of TRAINS - Robyn Hitchcock
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http://helpholligethome.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-spoke-briefly-with-diane.html

Hollis was in a very serious motorcycle accident in India.
Here's the backstory: http://amacker.livejournal.com/85121.html

Monday, March 16, 2009
Safe at Stanford
I just spoke briefly with Diane. Holli is in ICU at Stanford. They are getting her settled in her room and giving her a work over, I'm sure. Diane is so relieved, thankful and just overwhelmed by everything that everyone has done to make this happen. She is also very exhausted. I don't think she has slept since Saturday night. She is going to see Holli for the last visiting hour and then go to Karen's and crash. She did tell Heather, Holli's sister, that as they were loading Holli onto the plane, she saw tears in Holli's eyes as if she knew they were bringing her home.

We will continue to post on Holli's progress as information comes to us. Now that we have Holli back in the states, we are changing our focus to get her back to her home. Feel free to check in with us to keep up with her journey on the road to recovery.
Posted by Jill at 5:53 PM
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amacker said...

HI, I'm Amacker Bullwinkle, who almost died in a motorcycle wreck June of 2007. Because i live in Palo Alto, I was found first by two visitng Norwegian surgeons and they called the EMS & I was taken to Stanford. My injuries were so critical, they didn't think i'd make it thru the night. The next day they discovered I had been internally decapitated. I was in a coma for 6 weeks, and thanks to Stanford's excellent ICU team, I am not only alive, but if you didn't know about the accident, you probably wouldn't guess if you met me. I ride a horse 3 times a week on the beach and ... am looking for another bike as soon as i can afford one. Medical bills are a bitch. :P

One last thing - as I said, I was in a come for a long time. And I remember all of it. And my brother, who never left my side, spent a lot of time talking to me. And his words were part of the script of my "coma reality." In other words, she probably CAN hear you, and depending on her brain,and how she dreams, she can process this into her world in some way. (so don't repeat yourself .. my bro did that a couple of days in a row and i was *so* flumoxed!)

Love to Holli

and if you are at Stanford visitng her, feel free to let me know - i live here. And I have trix ... like a secret underground Art Tour I take friends on late at night.

-amacker

March 17, 2009 1:55 AM


Here's a post Chicken John made on her behalf.
http://amacker.livejournal.com/85464.html

Tunez !: A Slow One, by Plumerai
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Friday, March 6, 2009

I saw the pre-screening of Watchmen tonight at the Metreon in SF with my FairyGoddessNephew, Danny.

It's either one of the BEST movies you have ever seen (with some of the worst bits- including a sex scene that was so awful, screaming "You're Doing It Wrong!" just wouldn't have sufficed. Please dear god don't let the fanboyz think this is an example of how to get it on? they have enough problems) or one of the WORST movies you;ve ever seen (with some of the *best* bits.) The music is the same - one minute it's perfect and the next you are cringing.

I *love* Jeffrey Dean Morgan... so fraking hot in Grey's Anatomy and a true tragedy when they killed him off.
"Comedian" in real life



Then there's the guy who plays Rorschach...
"Rorschach"

He reminds me of a cross between Clint Eastwood and Seth Green with the voice of Tom Waits. Intriguing, n'est ce pas?

And he looks NOTHING like his Watchman character in real life.



"Rorschach" in real life



The flick is very dark and very gory...surprising hardcore comic fanatics and horror film fans alike. But it's done beautifully. And yo, the Foley team need Oscars.

The One Question everyone asks is: How Does It Compare to the Graphic Novel?

Answer: they are pretty much the SAME. Some of the scenes in the movie are peeled directly out of Dave Gibbons' illustrations. The Characters look identical to Gibbons' depictions. The dialog is as far as I remember, the same. Which is to say somewhat stilted for a movie at points. But the special effects are of course not just a splash of color in a few frames... oh no.

And that's all i'm sayin'

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Ina Roy-Faderman at 3:53am March 6
sounds like it'll be Interesting. gotta find a babysitter.

Rain Graves at 8:57am March 6
But the real question is...was I LOVE YOU, MAN better? I love you jobin!

Debbie Rich at 10:14am March 6
Amacker, great review, thanks! Gonna wait until the crowds are over to see the flick. I own the original comics from my dad's collection and the story is AWESOME. Hoping this becomes a cult classic and the comix make me rich in 20 years. ;)

Scott LaMorte at 12:07pm March 6
Damn i just rolled through SF, too. Would have loved to join you! Well I'm hoping to get with a crew in the Bay Area while I am here, and go see it.

Chris Taylor at 12:08pm March 6
the sex scene was indeed the worst I've seen since Highlander (and do we really need the song they played over it in one more movie? What's wrong with the Billie Holiday track that got them hot in the book? Grumble, grumble ...)

Richard Von Busack at 3:51pm March 6
It's how superheros have at it! (And the way they do it in the 1940s is even worse!) These guys need a safe word.

Amacker Bullwinkle at 4:22pm March 6
Jobin Graves I, gotta say, I Love You Man was a lot easier to like. And before you ask, Watchmen wasn't half bad with 3D glasses on!
RVB - Zack Snyder needs the Safe Word! His sex scene is one of the points where it is far more graphic without actually being sexy or interesting (quite a feat) - and was not like the Graphic Novel which just inferred that that had happened. Moore and Gibbon were far more interested in the accuracy of Dr. Manhattan's genitalia. heh

Amacker Bullwinkle at 4:23pm March 6
Oh yeah. one of my favorite visuals is how the blood gets on the smiley face to begin with... gorgeous.

Tunez !: nothing as bad as the Watchmen soundtrack
amacker [userpic]

OK so I know that everyone is broke and people are downright terrified and the economy and the unemployment (10%? Holy Jimmy Carter, Batman!!!) and the rents are sky high and it's raining and we are out of coffee...

I know.

And our partisan government is so confused and ineffective it's like watching 14 year olds on a first date ordering food at a restaurant and noticing the boy is trying add up how much $ he's got and how much he's spent and he just spilled his water and his friends are texting him images of donkey porn and he doesn't have a car or a chance....

I know.

And everyone has a cause and the seals and the climate and the owls and the little children and the Iraq and the drugs and the gangs and unfair and the union and the harassment and Gavin's hair and the storefronts....

I know.

I know. Listen. I need you lock arms with me for a minute. Take a stroll. I have some bad news. Our friend Hollis was involved in a motorcycle accident. She might could use some help. She is in India. She has a brain injury. She‚s on a respirator. A respirator is a violent affront to the human body. To say it‚s un-natural is an understatement. Horrible. Horrible is a good word. It‚s like a compressor, in an auto garage. The tube is big, like a garden hose. Taped to your face with white medical tape. Forcing air into your lungs. Mechanical contraption would be another good description. Infernal device. This machine keeps the blood in Hollis‚ body oxygenated. It‚s dealing with breathing while Hollis figgers out how to do that again. She got smacked pretty hard and forgot for a minute. There is a place that can teach her how to do this again. We would like to introduce Hollis to this place. And for this, we can use some help.

Where are the finest doctors? I ask you good people of San Francisco, the City of Art and Innovation? Why right here of course. Where would you want to live if you were the best doctor in the world. You would be at Stanford Medical Center. Of course you would be. The best of all things. Best and brightest. All here. It‚s us, actually. We are the best and the brightest. If you argue with me, then you‚ve just been here too long. You really need to get out more.

Hollis needs to board at Stanford Medical Center. She has been cleared to travel, and it is reasonable and prudent for her to traverse the 10,000 mile trek safely. How, you may ask, does one travel whilst hooked up to a respirator? In an ambulance. With 2 doctors. A few nurses. A guy in a gorilla suit, I dunno. But there‚d better be at least one guy in a fucking bell-hop outfit for $200 LARGE. Yup. Two Hundred Thousand Dollars. You want to charter a medical air ambulance you better sell your Google stock.

I can‚t begin to solve the injustice in the world. In my city. On my block. I can‚t solve the injustice that occurs in my kitchen, for chrissakes. But a random stranger contacted me about the junk boats the other day, and out of the blue donated $100 to my paypal account to support the project. She is a lady that lives on a boat, and is into things that are ecologically sustainable. It always feels like a freak accident when a random stranger finds out what you doing and wants to help just because you‚ve inspired them. It‚s the world I wanna live in, so I‚m goona donate the $100 she gave me AND I‚m gonna add my $100 to it and give $200 towards the $200,000 ambulance ride for Hollis. I just wanna keep it going. Think of it as an philanthropic stimulus package. Hollis was involved in a freak accident. She fell off a rented scooter going 5 miles an hour and got the handlebar stuck in her helmet. I don‚t even understand it. But when clowns have accidents of course they are „freak
‰ accidents.

Hollis needs to come home, to get the attention she needs. Always the attention whore, that one. She needs to get on that plane. She needs help. Where are we at? Today, 4 or 5 days after the accident, already $20K has been raised. We got 10%. It can be done. It‚s not going to be easy. And there are no angels anymore. All that Microsoft money and the start-up money and the VC money is gone. There is only actual money. But we are many, and Hollis is just one. We can take her. I for one want to be one of the people who helped Hollis and be part of the awesome community that came together when one of us was fucked. Fucked. I mean, she can‚t breathe. She needs help.

The amount you donate is unimportant. Ya got what ya got. ANY donation, even one dollar, is important. Her mom, her boyfriend, her sisters, her roommates, her co-workers at Last Gasp, the people in her dance troupe, DPW, Vaude de Vivre∑ on and on∑ your donation is fuel that powers the beacon of our community. So what if your donation is small? God doesn‚t care if you sing off key, she only cares how LOUD YOU SING!!!!! Every donation not only brings the goal closer, but also invigorates the family. So far there have been 400 unique donations. 5 days, guys. Whoa. That‚s kinda crazy.

Donating is easy.

Paypal: elizastrack@gmail.com

I‚m donating $200. But I‚m an over-achiever. I also plan on making Hollis work the door at some events in the future to pay me back, but that‚s another story.

But since I‚m an over-achiever, I‚m gonna commit to 4 times my $ in a match. I‚m gonna commit to raising $800 more by begging my friends and family IN ADDITION to putting it out on this list here. I‚m gonna send an email to my 20 closest and mostest and beg for $40. I‚m gonna tell them that for $40 they can be a member of the coolest club on Earth. This new group of stellar awesomeites called: Friends of Hollis.

I‚m proud to be a member.


http://friendsofhollis.blogspot.com/

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amacker [userpic]

So as many of you know, and many of you don't as I have not even talked
to you in a while. I am in the midst of a crazy tragedy here in southern
India. I was travelling with my sweetheart Hollis by motorcycle and the
worst possible scenario has unfolded. She was in an accident that took a
freak turn and I will spare you the gory details (and they are gory) but end
result, she is in a coma with the most serious injury one can sustain. She
has a serious brain stem injury. This is the part of the brain that
controls and is connected to everything. The accident happened at 11:30 am
on Tuesday Feb. 24th, it is now 5:30 am on Monday March 2nd as I am writing
this (I don't sleep). This is what's going on... The treatment she is
receiving is okay, for India. There are however huge rats scurrying about
on the floor. I am sleeping on the ant covered floor outside her room as I
am not allowed in and the water they have used for many procedures is not
even purified. Today as the final straw they would not allow her own mother
who has just flown here from Tennessee with emergency support from the US
consulate to see her own daughter when she inquired. She has been allowed
some of the time but they sort of shame you/ are mean to you to make you not
ask for visitation. They are not observing her brain pressure and have done
nothing to alleviate the swelling in her brain. These are things that can
make of break her early on in her recovery and healing process. Her chances
are slim. Her chances are slimmer here in Puducherry, Tamil Nadu, India.
So we miraculously got her accepted to Stanford which is one of the best
hospitals in the world. Also, as a charity case which is very rare, since
she has no insurance. So what we need now is to get her there. I am
reaching out to everyone I know to help us get an ICU Plane (a.k.a. air
ambulance) to fly her back to California. If anyone knows anyone with a
plane we could rent or has anybody in the Air Ambulance industry or a doctor
who could volunteer their time to come and get her and fly her to Stanford
and reduce the cost... those things would be amazing. The reality of the
situation is that we need to raise $150,000 dollars, now for the quote we
have. There is a blog that Hollis's best bud Eliza (from her bicycle dance
troupe the SF Derailleurs) started: *<http://friendsofhollis.blogspot.com/>friendsofhollis.blogspot.com* and it
has a donate button on it. I would like to urge everyone to give something
to this button even if it is 5 dollars and then pass it on to everyone they
know. Hopefully we can all figure out a way to give $1,000 whether it be by
sheer generosity or organizing a fundraiser where ever this reaches you.
Send it to people who know her and send it to anyone who is a compassionate
person and knows what its like to lose a bright brilliant star of a person.
She is an amazing performer, heart, bicycle and food activist and so much
more, in San Francisco (and everywhere) and we need to do everything we can
while we have the possibility, to bring her back. It was crazy to go
through my contacts to select everyone to send this to and see the amount of
amazing people who are no longer alive on it and how badly I don't want to
add her to this group. Please help however you can even if its just keeping
her in your thoughts and sending healing energies and magic. You can write
me with any questions or support or call/text anytime, day or night.
Thank you more than anyone can be thanked, for everything you have all done
so far, you have kept me going in my darkest hour. Please forward this on.
Put it on myspace, facebook, your blog, craigslist, tribe, tell everyone.
love and teary thanks,
Harrison
1-415-987-6576
--
Life is precious, Never waste it.

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I need a date for the pre-screening of The Watchmen! Rain has tickets with her beau to see Wicked that night.

The showing is at the Metreon at 4th & Mission, San Francisco
at 6:30 PM on
Thursday, March 5th.

Send me an email telling me why i should pick you!
watchmen@marsupialpockets.com


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Tunez !: Journey Through Weird Scenes Featuring Cows In Space, Electric Six
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so there's this guy... we met driving down to Baja after Xmas. We talked non-stop, we had a metric fuck tonne of things in common, and - complete surprise to me- ended up having a fling in Baja. It was really fun, and we got along famously, doing some work down there and working well together.

I knew he was going thru some shit but because of the chemistry we had as friends, after a couple of weeks I sent him this email telling him i really liked him but wanted to be friends no matter what, and what was he thinking?

He didn't respond. So i guess i know he's not into me, right?

2 weeks later, he pops up on Facebook and Chats with me, and i say something about him ignoring me and he said he was NOT ignoring me, but he had just been laid off from work and had to spend some time thinking about how he felt and he would respond.

Only he didn't.


So he's bitching on Fakebook about his knee, and i have a knee brace and crutches and a cane to loan him, and am on the way over to Oakland that night to some friends' who were putting on an acrobatic rehearsal for a big show they were doing on tour, and invited him along, and he had a great time. He brought a puppy he'd found a couple of days before, and although it peed on the floor, it was adorable and everything about the evening was nice.

I left after a kiss and a "see you soon" - the same way he'd said goodbye January 4th when i'd seen him last.

Over two weeks, nothing.

And then today, on Facebook, he changes his status from "single" to "it's complicated." I know this cuz a heart materializes on my Profile page, or whatever [stupid UI makes it impossible to remember what the frak is going on between the 3 views you have of your shit.]So THAT's how he communicates a response? After 14 hours of fun, scintillating conversation, great sex, and a lot of affection? Ok, i know, i know, but "we had plans" damnit!!! to do really cool things... arrghhh!

He's Just Not That Into You?

ya think? ::sigh::

I want a Partner in Crime!!!! meh ...

Tunez !: Railway Shoes, Robyn Hitchcock
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I was invited to compete in the Grilled Cheese Invitational - after the registration was closed in a matter of hours - because they need Volunteers. And somehow they believe I can help out with that :)

The 2nd Annual Grilled Cheese Invitational takes place this Saturday from Noon-5pm.
location TBA, but it will be in SF.
<http://grilledcheeseinvitational.com/norcal/>http://grilledcheeseinvitational.com/norcal/

They need help during the event and to clean up.

One major bonus is there will be 101 Grilled Cheese Sammich creators and you will be fed !

Anyone wanna spend the raining day in a warm and weird world of cheese?

ALSO - each contestant must bring an Assistant. I may not have that nailed down yet. So if you think that would be fun, yay!

x0,
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Chees, glorious Cheese !
Don't care what it looks like --
Burned!
Underdone!
Crude!
Don't care what the cook's like.
Just thinking of growing fat --
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling!

(homage to Food Glorious Food from "Oliver")

(homage is a classy way of saying i stole it)

Tunez !: The Cheese Alarm, by Robyn Hitchcock
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Tunez !: Closed On Account of Rabies: Edgar Allen Poe
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Fakebook changed their Terms of Service on Feb 4th.

They now own the rights to use any of our content.. forever, anyway they see fit. Including for their own publicity and advertising!!


You hereby grant Facebook an irrevocable, perpetual, non-exclusive, transferable, fully paid, worldwide license (with the right to sublicense) to (a) use, copy, publish, stream, store, retain, publicly perform or display, transmit, scan, reformat, modify, edit, frame, translate, excerpt, adapt, create derivative works and distribute (through multiple tiers), any User Content you (i) Post on or in connection with the Facebook Service or the promotion thereof subject only to your privacy settings or (ii) enable a user to Post, including by offering a Share Link on your website and (b) to use your name, likeness and image for any purpose, including commercial or advertising, each of (a) and (b) on or in connection with the Facebook Service or the promotion thereof. You represent and warrant that you have all rights and permissions to grant the foregoing licenses.

Tunez !: I'll Go Down Swinging by The Knitters
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http://amacker.livejournal.com/2006/02/15/

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2006/02/15/BAGCJH8EI11.DTL&type=printable

This is gonna ROCK !

Tunez !: Pillow Fight - the 6ths
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And Happy Triskadekaphilia ! I love Friday the 13th... it's always my lucky day.

Neil Gaiman wrote this for Claudia Gonson of the Magnetic Fields...
Neil Gaiman - Bloody Sunrise


umm... just after the frustratingly undownloadable mp3 above, i was listening to Ann Margaret and surfed to find this shot of her:

Tunez !: 13 Men by Ann Margaret
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although i took off the last day and a half, knocked flat by a migraine. Now working harder to lay down the skeleton for fleshing out later.

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Provided you aren't breaking up with your girlfriend in the next 3 days...

2 dozen very beautiful (but not very fragrant) roses are $16 at Costco. Yep Sixtenn dinero.



This woman thinks she knows something about design...


Do not listen to her. Jane Seymour apparently doesn't realize she has painted tits and ass. That's all it is ... T&A.

Tunez !: eptiaph for my heart, The Magnetic Fields
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From Scott Beale's Laughing Squid Blog: http://laughingsquid.com/the-unbearable-weirdness-of-being-a-non-newtonian-fluid-on-a-speaker-cone/
You’re likely already familiar with the strange properties of non-Newtonian fluids, such as a mixture of cornstarch and water, whose “flow properties are not described by a single constant value of viscosity.” Depending on how force is applied to such fluids, they will either behave as a liquid or a solid.

This uncanny video on LiveLeak demonstrates what happens when happens when a non-Newtonian fluid is placed on a speaker cone, and an audio signal is applied to it. All hail our new cornstarch tentacle overlords!

Creepy Cornstarch people on a speaker:
http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=5fd_1233703588

They filled a pool with a mixture of cornstarch and water made with a concrete mixer truck. When stress is applied to the liquid it exhibits properties of a solid.
http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=7f95261c0b


Also gleaned from Laughing Squid, is Chicken John's campaign against American Apparel's plan to move into the Mission area.
http://laughingsquid.com/american-apparel-ruffles-some-feathers-in-san-francisco/

Tunez !: Where Have You Gone by MIke Doughty
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From Scott Beale's Laughing Squid Blog: http://laughingsquid.com/the-unbearable-weirdness-of-being-a-non-newtonian-fluid-on-a-speaker-cone/
You’re likely already familiar with the strange properties of non-Newtonian fluids, such as a mixture of cornstarch and water, whose “flow properties are not described by a single constant value of viscosity.” Depending on how force is applied to such fluids, they will either behave as a liquid or a solid.

This uncanny video on LiveLeak demonstrates what happens when happens when a non-Newtonian fluid is placed on a speaker cone, and an audio signal is applied to it. All hail our new cornstarch tentacle overlords!

Creepy Cornstarch people on a speaker:
http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=5fd_1233703588

They filled a pool with a mixture of cornstarch and water made with a concrete mixer truck. When stress is applied to the liquid it exhibits properties of a solid.
http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=7f95261c0b

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Rob Brezney's horroscope for me, this week:

Don't tell me you have nothing to be thankful for, Aries. Your parents could have named you "Hooligan" or "Lightsaber" or "Flu," and they didn't. There are no photos floating around the Internet that show you riding a pig in the nude. No one has ever broken up with you via text message. Now please keep going in the direction I've pointed you. Count your blessings up to at least 101. Create an ongoing list of all the things in your life that work pretty well and make you feel at home in the world. Why do this now? Because it's Massive Explosions of Gratitude Week for you -- a time when you can attract even more good fortune into your life by aggressively identifying the good fortune you already enjoy.

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Tunez !: Un americaine a Paris by Rupa and the April Fishes
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I am typing this from the MacDonald's parking lot in the mega strip mall in
Ensenada, on my way down to my house in Punta Cabras. Even the Mexican Micky D's have free WiFi !

Baja Highway 1 has changed DRAMATICALLY since I was here 2 years ago. Skyscrapers everywhere along the coast! Are they feeling a financial boom while everywhere else is bust?

I am here in Spencer, my Van, which Jesse, Charli's brother got running yesterday!! YEY! We drove down to LA, met Lee (from Bali) and Patricia for dinner and then sw00ped down to pick up Charli and her 3 kids in San Diego. Well, stumbled, stopped, and waited for them all to pack (at midnight) cuz they've only known about this for 2 weeks and had done nothing to get ready.

But now we are all here, and they are all crashed out in the van and i am scarfing down some tasteless grease ball and washing it down with Diet Dr. Pepper and 5 Hour Energy ... or rather the last hour of the bottle. I have this theory that if the whole bottle lasts 5 hours, you can also just sip 2 hours of energy...or whatever.

We've been waiting an hour for the Home Despot to open (it just did!) so I can buy some things to build a secure battery housing for the solar power cells... which do not actually live at my house anymore as someone stole the two new Marine Deep Cycle batteries I had! Bastardos...

Costco, across the street,

There's a WalMart here too ... i wonder if they have a box of BB's i can accidentally drop all over their floors? Long story...
Anyway, if they do i can find out if it ok to bring my BB gun down here for target practice! I know guns are illegal, but an air rifle? shit, i sound like Paul. Speaking of, I got a great Christmas card with a Polaroid pic of him ! He sounds really good.

OK, gotta go get this done and get on down to the Casa so i can relax in the hammock in the 70 degree sun and watch the dolphins and (whales?) sport & spin & spit A dios

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can;t type withg ne3w fake nail tips ... whyyyyyyyyy did i get them ? god only knows
thot i'd try the3m for the3 first time ever... no nose picking
and putting in contacts - or moving them in eye - is a b itch

jus saying

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So Thanksgiving was Brilliant! I was the only kid (on my Dad's side) at the Event... My Pa & Lin's FIRST anniversary! it was super - even though now what was planned ... quiet jazz piano night at their lil' bar. Pa's back was out ... decades of lifting his father, my grandfather Big Dick, in and out of his wheelchair. Big Dick had ALS,... Lou Gehrig's disease ... but as my Dad said this year, he would not have sacrificed any of it to save his back (now wrecked) for his relationship with his father. Boy, i can understand that.

So when his back was excruciating, we stayed home and Linda made us an impromptu dinner of pasta and shrimp from ... what looked to be nothing at all available! and it was exquisite. Pretty awesome.

I rode horses every day - sometimes twice. One day we all rode at park with this wonderful trail through woods and along pastures. This is Dad on Champ by a historic bridge:

We ran into a friend Dad sees on the trail almost every time he goes there... Larry L'Heureux. Or the Joyous One. And that he was. He was on an Arabian ( he has a couple, and a Walker too) and had a really great saddle - the epitome of what i wanted but didn't know it until i saw it. I thought i wanted an Aussie outback style - English but more secure, but not as heavy as Western. But Larry rode a Crate Endurance saddle. Arabians do very well in Endurance.

Since my Dad can only trailer 2 horses at a time, and we were on 3, someone had to wait, and i wanted to keep riding, so they told me to ride to the highway. They would be coming back for me.
Linda on Bullet:

Well, i didn't understand, and set off in the wrong direction, but they swung by on their way out and pointed me in the right direction. The trail was gorgeous ... autumn color, with red and orange and yellow berries, and tall grasses...and of course that incredible Texas sky opening up the entire horizon to possibilities.

I found the highway, but i couldn't see where they could pull the trailer up to pick me up. The trail continued under the highway through a tunnel. Timothy was a bit uncertain of this tunnel, so of course I had to take him through it to show him all was well. On the other side was a sign with an arrow saying Trail Head. Cool! so we cantered along the forest path .. until it suddenly got rocky and we slowed to pick through the rugged terrain...as Tim is barefoot (no horseshoes). Well now we had gone for a couple of miles, cantering when the path was sandy and smooth and moving slowly in the rocks, and still no trail head. It was now WAAAY to much a pain in the ass to go all the way back, but i was definitely getting the idea that I had made a mistake. And I didn't have my phone. I always ride with my phone, but i hadn't been carrying it in Texas as much. After 4 or 5 miles from the start of our adventure, we came to a road that was an entrance to a park. I hoped Dad would find me there, so i headed to the highway. Sign says "Y'all come back now!"


i dismounted to let Tim graze on the untrammeled green grass on the roadside. Traffic was light. I watched for Dad. A truck and trailer passed us after a while, but coming from the trails, not from Dad's.
It took a right into the street across the highway from us. I decided to ride Tim back to Dad's...it couldn't be very far. But thought if he were to come looking for me he would be headed towards home and that meant i should be on the opposite side of the highway.

I watched the traffic and headed to a place that was narrower with good visibility in both directions. I started leading Tim across the highway, and about half way across he started having second thoughts. I kissed him on the nose and told him if he didn't get a move on they'd find us both later with a dashed white line right down the middle. He came along and as I was about to mount up, I saw the same truck and trailer coming back to the highway. For some reason i paid close attention, and the window went down, and it was Larry! He crossed the highway and motioned for me to come back across to him over there.

Tim and i went over and Larry said that Dad was looking for me. I said I knew that and explained the mixup on my end, and that I was worried he was pissed. Well of course he was pissed. Larry dropped the tail gate of his trailer and i sent Tim merrily aboard, and we turned around in the big parking lot of the Park and went back to the Trails. Larry and I started talking and before we'd got back to the highway we knew we shared interests in Philosophy, Jung, and ... as I explained why Dad would be worried more so than your average Pa, given the accident last year. I saw Dad and his trailer passing us a few seconds later. I told Larry and he said we should just go on to the Trails and wait there. But that was just a break in a flowing conversation that bubbled up between us. Next thing, I discovered we had both survived Near Death Experiences.

Larry believes we are here for some purpose - called back until it's finished or somesuch. I've heard that before, and am both charmed and dismayed by the prospect.

Dad's phone number is so easy that dyslexia renders it unmemorable, but Larry let me call his wife on his cellphone to see if she might be able to look it up, By the time we had gone around the loop of the parking lot there to turn around, I saw Dad driving back in towards us, thanked Mrs. Joyous One, and hung up.

Dad got out of his truck asking where Tim was, and Larry sketched out the scenario and offered to drop me and Tim back home Dad seemed uncomfortable putting Larry out further, but Larry and I, not ready to face his wrath, and not ready to cease our discussions, pressed to meet him back at the ranch. Heh... And it all came out right in the end. Until two days later ...

So, Dad has 3 hunks o dynamite that hail from the quarter-horsey world — 2 of whom are youngsters and one of whom is a BRAT like me. at the ripe ol' age of 18 or so.... I can't believe it, cuz he's frisky and prancy and "full of bullshit" as Pa says.... but really he's a helluva character and God i wish i had that kinda horse... but Chrizz is pretty and sometimes he's bliss to ride and the beach is always heaven. So not complaining.

Of the remaining beasts, Champ is 7 - the same age as Chrizz - and Timothy is going to be 4 in January. Champ belongs to Linda, and works very well for her as is. Timothy can always use more schooling, although they are both very well-mannered, sweet horses.
ie: they don't *need* anything, much like Neil's dog Cabal didn't *need* training from me, but he *did* need to learn how to curb his enthusiasm with Neil. With me he was sweet as pie because he only gets that worked up around his Neil.

So this morning, Champ and i got into a thing about being caught up...he'd let me only come so close and then he'd tear off again. Well, after 15 minutes of this, i decided fine, you are full of beans, let's go with that, and started free-lunging him around the paddock. And it was going pretty well...he was bucking and snorting and kicking up his heels and I kept him moving. I guess to Dad and Linda this looked like I was just loud and dramatic and got the horses all stirred up. And that might have been it from the get go.

Chrizz is soooo much calmer than he was when i first started to ride him almost a year ago. But I put that down to his past history of abuse and the fact that he's 1.an Arabian and 2. he's young. But, like Bullet, he runs over to see me when i arrive at the stables and practically gulps the bit so we can go for a ride. But he has always been a freak when I am tacking him up... the saddle blanket, or the grooming bucket, or any and every bag or bit of plastic can have him pulling at the rope and trying to get free. Once I tell him he's being a clown and can stop that nonsense, and perhaps let him smell the offending whateveritisthathe'sseenevryfuckingdayforthepastyear, he's usually curious and unspoiled.

Sooo... Dad came over and took the halter and after a couple of seconds, had Champ. It's one of those things that being competitive won't help you with. He has a way with the horses he sees every day. Now, while I believe I am learning all the time, I have been around horses all my life...not in the saturation and concentration he has since he discovered horses— hell he's got 3 in his backyard!~ but it's still kind of ironic, being *schooled* by my Pa when I couldn't get him anywhere near a horse for 25 years. And it's really fucking cool too. I am beaming just thinking of how oddly proud I am of how well he suits being a cowboy. Not that any of the pride is on my account. He got that from his good buddy Eldridge and all the real cowboys he knows.


So Dad and I went across the street to a huge pasture, home to a herd of little ponies that work at the fair during the summer for pony rides, but get to spend their winters in high grass. Dad and I had ridden there and I had ridden there by myself. And both times i had a nasty experience with one particular pony - a very pretty liver chestnut with white mane and tail that is very territorial over a young colt sharing the pasture. The ponies run over to check you out, and then go on about their short business. But this mad little beast circled around the colt, preventing anyone from nearing it, and then charging at me and Tim ... or was I on Champ then? with squealing hostility, spun around and kicked him both back legs. Dad said he just charged back and the pony would flee.

So we are having a fine time, when the dwarf equine freakshow came running from waaay far away just to terrorize Champ, and i turned on him and whoooped to scare him. I guess because I do this when charging at plovers on the beach in California on a skittish Arab I thought a solid quarter horse wouldn't have a problem with such yeee-haw behavior. But Champ got the bit between his teeth and tore off across the pasture. The pony ran for cover, but Champ wasn't reining in. I turned him at the top of the pasture and then headed back towards Dad, thinking Bullet would calm him down. I lost a stirrup reaching for a dropped rein.

I LoATHE split reins! I just don't get why so much work has to go into reins! Chrizz's are split but pinned together with a hole and thong, so you don't risk losing one and having the horse step on it and SNAP!

I tried to let Dad know it would be OK, but i wasn't so sure. I heard him yell "Stay with him!" Which is one of the 3 things you can do with a runaway horse. Another is not to, which is a natural instinct, and one which i did not possess until, maybe, the wreck last year? And of course the BEST solution is to grab one rein and spin him, forcing him to slow his momentum until you can gain control. You don't have much hope of pitting your muscle against the enormous muscles in a horse's neck, but pulling his head around can usually get his attention and break his stride. That said, Chrizz bolted with me on the beach one day. Sam was trotting ahead and Chrizz just took off. So I am holding his head at a right angle and he's galloping sideways!

So Champ is pelting through the brush heading for the far end which is wooded with a big gorge being the natural boundary of the property, and I am past the point I could have circled him, as there are trees and a shed and used tractor equipment lying about, and I'm hoping he isn't seriously suicidal and that he knows about the gorge. So I headed him right into a tree, and sure enough, he stopped. Then, ass over tea kettle, I stopped too. Pitching forward with the momentum even with a saddle horn! and I landed on my head - hard.

I was seeing spirals and swirls and stars.... still, I got up as fast as I could. I didn't want Dad seeing me on the ground, stressing unnecessarily .. or maybe necessarily? i didn't know... I haven't evacuated the saddle in 25 years or so. When Dad came around the corner I had my arms wrapped around Champ's neck and he was looking a bit contrite. I got back up, and rode for a bit, but he needed to be spun and I was too dizzy, so Dad and i traded off and i rode Bullet and he spun Champ to make sure he had the weevils out of his system.

But now i guess i know i won't die the minute my head hits the ground! Yeay! So that's a good thing.... It's been haunting me for the past year, since I ride mostly alone, and Chrizz doesn't usually keep going once he jumps when being startled, but you never know. I think with the titanium and the bone grafts, i'm probably better-welded on than most people.

I am not taking this for granted, I just feel a sense of relief.

Champ and I got a few more days of riding in, and I rode Tim even more than that. I miss them all. Fluffy superfurry animals. When I would feed them in the evening, it was fun to be followed across a pasture by three horses. Even if it was all about the food. :) Well, isn't that what Thanksgiving is most remembered for?

Tunez !: Crooked Mile by Steven Jackson - A Case for Case: A Tribute to the Songs of Pete
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4 days ago I arrived in Pilot Point, Texas, to see my Dad and Linda for Thanksgiving and their 1st anniversary. He's got 3 quarter horses, and so far I've ridden every day, and twice the first day.

Here's the horse i'm focusing on, the youngest, Timothy, who is 4 :


And here is Linda on Bullet, my Dad's 21 year old cutting horse:


He has the most noble nose.


Here's my Pa on Champ.


An old stagecoach bridge off the equestrian trail:




A handsome black saddlebred on the trail:


We also so an armadillo ... a young one, but he scuttled before i snapped him. And a wonderful man named Larry Laroux on an Arabian endurance horse. He later rescued me on the highway :P
Dad can only trail two horses at a time, and going up he'd taken Champ and Timothy and left Linda & I there while he fetched Bullet. We'd passed Ray Roberts park on the right and Dad said he was going to go down another mile to an equestrian forest on the left.
After a couple hours or more we headed back, so I asked to be left behind to ride and they told me to ride to the highway. And showed me the trail, so off Timothy and i went. When we got to the highway, i couldn't see where we could load into the trailer, so we crossed underneath in a concrete tunnel built for that purpose, and just on the other side read a sign saying "Bluetip Grass Trailhead" with an arrow. I figured we would find a place to load and unload horses just ahead, as everywhere else on the trails had been mileage signs. Well, after a while we were on some very rocky, stony trails and poor Timothy picked his way barefoot. By the time we'd cleared them, all the while thinking the trailhead was just around the corner, I'd gone a mile, and there was no way i was going back. So we just kept riding. Another 3 miles. We emerged at Ray Roberts. Now I had no idea what to do. I always ride with my phone but not this time. And Dad was clearly at Elm Fork looking for me, and no doubt a bit frantic and probably very worried ...

I rode Timothy up to the highway and took off his bridle and let him graze in his halter while we waited. A couple of trailers went by, and then one came BACK and it was Larry who told me he'd seen me and Dad was worried and waiting at Elm Fork park and he loaded my horse into his trailer and we drove down to Elm Fork. On the way - a mile or two, we talked and talked about Carl Jung and Nietzsche and Kant and Schopenhaue and had a grand old time. On the way I recognized Dad's trailer passing us. But we went ahead to Elm Fork and sure enough, Pa showed up a few minutes later. Larry asked if he could just take me to Dad's with Timothy in his trailer and drop us off & Dad, now a little pissed, naturally, said OK. So I got to spend another 10 minutes talking to Larry.

The end of the trail:

Timothy


And of course, the sky...


Tunez !: Between the Trees, by the Ass Ponys
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some images I've collected ...

A new take on an old schtick


political pumpkin


From my friend Mike Price who writes: Here are a “few” jack-o-lanterns a few blocks from my house here on Bainbridge Island. Someone does a LOT of work every year carving pumpkins. They put them on a fence at the corner of their small horse pasture.


Clever carver!


My friends Lucky & Bamboo do up a tricky treat every year

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John Cleese on Sarah Palin


On Bush, Obama, etc.

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I was out drinking with John Law (who expressly asked me to tell you hello & hopes your India adventure is going well) after his documentary Head Trip - which is really good, btw. And we were watching Brazil on the wall of the club - which omig is there anything more perfect than playing the movie with that brilliant scene where De Niro / Harry Tuttle flies off Lowry's 120th floor balcony on a zip line into the night? That and its nemesis, Central Services, being so instrumental in John's life.



I got this text msg from Virginia, which of course i showed John who was standing right there and he snarfed whiskey all over the place (i am exaggerating, a bit)

V: There's a rat in the kitchen the size of Tommy Lee's dick on steroids.

me: Did you kill it all at once? or is Baby Jesus licking it?

V: A cat brought it in. On the libido table. I don't want to touch it.
[libido = typo ...maaaaybe]

Go Brando!!

quote on news just now regarding the economy and the stock market in particular: "We are a nation that paces in front of the microwave. If this takes months to work through, that's really not so bad."

In the 20 trading days of this month, the Dow Jones has either climbed or fallen by triple digits except 2.

Tunez !: Rat in the Kitchen by UB40
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