The Scooby-Doo Conundrum

I just told my kids that Scooby-Doo has a speech defect. But now I’m not sure. Even though the dog speaks and functions in a very human way, is he not still essentially a dog? And given that, should we not therefore judge him as some sort of super-freak dog speech genius, relative to the … Read more

The deer liked to race

The deer liked to race around this particular meadow. Maybe it was the grass. Or the smell of the grass. Or the smell of last year’s deer. Whatever the pull, the meadow was packed with deer, and they were running. Across the lake, Spencer sat against a hard rock that didn’t quite fit against his … Read more

Karen Dalton and the beauty

My better half gifted me with a lovely re-release of a lost gem — In My Own Time by Karen Dalton. Billie Holiday-influenced folk blues complete with three fingers of whiskey in the vocals. All covers — just more evidence pointing toward the Grand Unified “it’s the singer, not the song” Theory of Reality. It … Read more

Welcome to Your (Doom of Clowns)

Earlier in the month I promised to deliver this here clown song, based on a line gifted to me by my son. “Welcome to your doom of clowns,” he said. Really. Until a few days ago I thought this was an acoustic number — a vaguely Robert-Frippy 2/3 (or is it 4/6?) song about clowns. … Read more

just fyi

I am the just fy the optional information the only information you do not need to act on me. Have no fear old friend. No change no motion no response required. Remain as you were more or less absorb me and roll on.