Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Mid-Week Video muse is late.Oh well. Musing about "art" this week... specifically about 50's and 60's beatnik, Andy Warhol type of art, after I watched a special on PBS. Some of the video in this reminds me of that kind of stuff. Minus Soup Cans.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
My topic today is collections. People collect all kinds of things. Elephants, salt and pepper shakers, cat figurines , mugs, Precious Moments stuff, etc.
At what point does your collection own you instead of the other way around? I was forced to consider this question with the quickly approaching Junk Day. You see, I used to collect oil lamps. I quit doing that in 1993 when I moved from a house with a porch that had these funky narrow shelves... perfect to display the lamps, and useful in lighting up the porch. I have them in all sizes and colors. I even have a "Santa Clause" shaped oil lamp, and if memory serves, one shaped like a log cabin.
The reason I say, "if memory serves" is... they all have been boxed away since 1993. That was a long time ago. Every time I moved, I moved the boxes... never bothering to unpack them, mind you... thinking someday when I own this wonderful home with a big back porch .... or I have this fabulous back yard where I host parties on long tables.... I will certainly have use for all these lamps.
Meanwhile back here in reality, I have half of a walk in closet space eaten by oil lamps.
Funny but as recently has two Christmases ago, a girl I grew up with gave me an oil lamp thinking I still collect them. I just smiled and said thanks.
I am the Oil Lamp Collector. A title that will take an awful long time to shake, but getting rid of 40 oil lamps would be a good start.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
For your Saturday night listening pleasure.... The Stones!
. . . the preacher said to send 10 dollars to the Church of the Sacred Bleeding Heart of Jesus.... and next week they'd say my prayer on the radio... for the girl....well, you know what kind of eyes she got."
Thursday, June 19, 2008
According to a new study, men who are narcissistic, thrill-seeking liars and all round "bad boys" tend to have the greatest success finding more sexual partners. Scientists believe that the root of their good fortune is simply that they try it on with more women, therefore by the law of averages are likely to ensnare more.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
I have always found Ian Anderson compelling...and disturbing. --MJ.
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
"You want it to MEAN something don't you?????" she yelled back.
My first thought was, THIS marriage won't last. My second was.... I wonder whether it was for her father or his? My third was... if it IS for his father, it ALREADY doesn't mean anything.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
It will be sad to get up and turn on Meet the Press tomorrow and see who sits in Tim Russert's chair. The Washington Bureau Chief and host of Meet the Press came into our livingrooms not just on Sundays, but during this monumentous election year, the news achors turned to him for comments or perspective on just about every story that came out of the election news cycle during the week as well. I admired his professionalism, and his ability to put things in context, or give us a sense of history when describing an event, rather than just blurt out accusations with inflammatory language like so many others out there pretending to do political commentary.
I'll miss his election night coverage the most. You could tell he just lived, ate and breathed politics. His enthusiam spilled over onto his trademark erase board. Experience and dedication set him apart from many of the others.
I get frustrated with the dumbing down of news. (Example: Fox News--- with it's "news presenters"-- little more than Barbie dolls reading from a cue card. They can tell you about the plane crash... with a gleam in their eye...)
Tim Russert will be missed.
I can write Haiku on a train
I can write Haiku in the rain
I can write Haiku on a wall
I can write Haiku in a stall.
I can write Haiku with a friend,
I can write Haiku and hit SEND.
It’s quite easy to write Haiku,
If I can do it, so can you.
(Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.)
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
On the calendar it isn't summer yet, but with the first temps in the 90's this week along with the dreaded three h's... (hazy, hot, humid) spring seems to be slipping by much too fast.
The airconditioner is back from it's 9 month visit to the garage. I'm really not an 'airconditioning' type of person. I keep it in the bedroom incase I can't take it any more on those HHH nights, when the ceiling fan isn't doing enough. I used to put one in the Diningroom, too. I don't anymore. My thought was this would cool the whole place down, but it didn't, and it destroyed the view of the garden. Full house air isn't feasible in this old house.
Air "conditioning." That's what I'm musing about this morning. Silly as it seems, I never thought of it as conditioning, but that's what it is. We are conditioning the air to make it more comfortable to be in. Making air do what we want.
There are those people who run air-conditioners 24-7. It's almost a sense of entitlement.... somehow man has triumphed over hot air, and no more shall ye bask in one's sweat sitting in front of a fan. Energy use is not part of the equation if you can afford the bill. Comfort takes precedence over everything. I don't fit in with that view. I actually LIKE summer. The three H's are great when I'm on a golf course with beer and sun and shorts. I like the heat. I like cool breezes now and then. I feel hermetically sealed in with full house air. I'm in airconditioning all day at work. I want to actually feel summer when I'm home.
I find it best to ration airconditioning as an occasional means of escape from the drudgery of heat, but still maintaining a sense of summer. Windows open mostly....ceiling fans, etc. A happy medium of man and hot air. Perhaps even a thought to conservation. Avoid the whole "rolling blackout" thing we had here a few years ago.
And, besides, without the diningroom airconditioner in the window, the cat retains her view of the garden and woods.
But the bedroom window will be off limits till September.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
I found this song,which I used to sing as a kid,and never knew who did it. How neat when I found it was Georgie Fame!I recognized him immediately.
(Note to Suki: please watch till at least one minute and 10 seconds in--to get a good closeup. He's as sweet as Tupelo Honey, but he has bad teeth, a quality that you find so charming about the singers in the old videos I post.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
1. You have to believe in some sort of invisible, all knowing, powerful being in the sky who watches over us and blesses the United States. Otherwise you can't end every speech with "God Bless America!!!"
2. Be careful which being you pick to worship. Some are more popular than others, and if you believe in the wrong one.... or none at all, you lose any realistic chance at election. Also, be careful how you pray... not to loud, not to long, not too strong, not all the time, not so much in public unless you are actually in a church, or saying a blessing at a meal. Even then don't do anything that may be construed as undignified or out of the mainstream. And don't wear any strange looking scarves. Even if they were a gift from your mother. Remember what happened this week to Rachael Ray. And she's just a talk show host.
3. You certainly have to make nice with the religious right and appear to care about what they care about. Whether you do or don't. Or you will be very very sorry. Hell hath no fury like anti-abortion demonstrators.
4. You may not be able to attend your own church. This is because your fellow churchgoers will be pounded by media attention as people try to "get something on you," to use against you. Also, every word your pastor says since he was born will be scrutinized. And you just may have to denounce things he says along the way, or own up to them. You have to decide which is worse.
5. In short, be nice to everyone no matter what religion they have or do not have. Restrain from making fun of the more outlandish beliefs, and please, if God starts speaking to you... don't tell anyone.