Sunday, January 30, 2011
"I cannot stop to comfort them.... I'm busy chasing out my demons...oh I'm in love with Egypt."- Kate Bush, Egypt,Never for Ever album, 1980.
Watching the news coverage of the power struggle in Egypt. This is the only other song I know of about Egypt other than Walk like an Egyptian. Kate Bush is such a visionary. This was 30 years ago! I still have this album in a crate somewhere here.
But seriously, the people of the country have suffered long enough. Things reach a tipping point I guess. I hope the relics and "antiquities" don't get raided like in Iraq. People can show a very ugly side during times like this. So much culture and beauty at risk.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
It's hard to believe I've lived on this planet so long and never made meatloaf. That changes, today. Can't really get out to buy food, tired of pizza, and I started looking around. Realized that there is actually food here, if someone cares to start putting ingredients together. One has to look at expiration dates, though. The parmesan expired in 2009. Onion flakes will last through a nuclear war. No problem there.
Friday, January 28, 2011
I got my numbers on the Super Bowl Square and they don't look good. One and Nine. I checked online and I had to go clear back to 1980 to have a winning pair. The Steelers beat the Rams that year 31 to 19.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
On a list of phone calls you never want to get, pretty high on the list would be one from the police saying someone may be breaking into your apartment when you are not home. Under normal circumstances that would send waves of emotions: Anger, fear, frustration, helplessness, each grounded in some kind of violation and loss.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Janis was born January 19th in Port Arthur,Texas in 1943. I don't want to do the math. She lived fast and died much too young on October 4,1970. This is Leonard Cohen singing Chelsea Hotel, a song about his night with Janis.
"I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
"Men often hate each other because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don't know each other; they don't know each other because they can not communicate; they can not communicate because they are separated." Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Replace the word “Men” with “Cats” and you have the inspiration to open the cat cages in the basement this weekend. It is time to let Sweet Pea and Sambo figure out how to co-exist.
Sweet Pea is officially moved in. Sambo is the frazzled little black cat. Sweet Pea is the self assured one. We'll see how it goes.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
I don't live in Mayberry so I don't expect Aunt Bea to help me pick out a cantalope. Or Goober to tip his hat and let me in front of him in the checkout line. But Sheesh. What is up with the absolute imbeciles in this town lately?
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Who wants cooties?
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
In honor of the thousands of dead birds in Arkansas, and now Louisiana, I bring you Ringo Starr.
Hold on to your Tin Hats. Is it the End of Times? Heck, I never took the Apocalypse doom and gloom stuff all that seriously, but...all these dead birds do get your attention. And why just the black birds?
What about the tufted titmouses? (tit mice?) Who knew they were such hardy stock?
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I'm selling my furniture. This is not an easy task during Christmas. Who wants to spend their Christmas money on used, I mean pre-owned, furniture?
I never liked to sell anything,even when I was a kid selling candy for band. But I can't focus on this neurosis now. I have to build the hype. Just got a call. Really. Right now. Lady wants a bedroom set for an 11 year old girl. "Perfect" I said, with a smile. "It's perfect for her. I'll make ya a good deal." It would be. It's this creme polished looking furniture with gold trim. It is not mannish in anyway. Men would cringe.Big mirror on dresser...armoire.
She's to call back.
We'll see. Please call back.
As for the kitchen table and chairs? Another deal. May even come with a free bottle of Gorilla glue for the one broken spindle. Fix it like new.
Anyone want a gold leaf patterned couch and chair? Anyone? Buehler?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Every year the TV people put together a "Who Died" list for the year. I try to watch them for nostalgia's sake. While I was looking this up on line I got distracted by Sandford and Son blasting in the livingroom. Whatever happened to Grady? I googled him, and his real name is Whitman Mayo. He died in 2001. Ironically, in Grady Memorial Hospital. Hmm. Wikipedia also said he was only 42 when he started that role. Hmm, again. Double Hmm. He was always old to me.