Political aside: 24 hours after my all-imprudent edgewise post, below, big-time pollster John Zogby arrives late to the dinner party. But wait: we’re wearing identical sports goggles! Confused? Engraged? Perhaps a little…peckish? You should be. Read more about it here.
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.
Me too
My son cried out in the middle of the night
and I went to him and I picked him up
and I cradled him and we rocked for a bit
in the sliding chair
with a blanket over both of us.
And then either he peed on me or I peed on him.
I’m not quite sure.
But I think he peed on me.
And I was three-years old again
except now
I could clean myself
and I was laughing.
So I dealt with the pee
that he’d piddled on me
while my wife cleaned up
our boy and the chair.
Then we called it a night
and he slept straight on through
all dry, all clean.
Me too.
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 stared
and clapped and vibrated.
And the middle-aged guys were out in numbers.
Bald under favored baseball caps.
Pants stained from the gogurt
their kids ate that morning.
And everyone had bottled water.
And then the vibration closed
and cooled and stopped.
And the crowd roared at the rock star.
And they roared at each other
And they roared at themselves.
roar.
(image from the show — with the orange and gray swapped out for white jumpsuits — here.)
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 minute or so
file specs: roughly 1MB mp3
how to:right-click on the song name and choose “Save Target as…” to download the file. Or just click on the link and wait a minute or so for your player to come up. If it’s jumpy, give it a sec, rewind, and play again — that’s just the file loading in.
Thanks for listening…