25 September 2007


Ask Dick Clark Captain Pike

Here, from the Basic Instructions guy.

24 September 2007


If God Spoke to You, Would You Hear It?

'Monty' says shaddup!

This should be on one of those billboards, white typewriter font text on black background, signed by you know who.

9 Chickweed Lane used without permission. Please don't sue me!

16 September 2007



I hate to speak ill of any fellow Tennessean, but Fred Thompson looks like Death warmed over. I'm confident that's what America is yearning for: The skull that walks!

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The Simple, Sometimes Inane, Pleasures are the Best

Got to spend most of the day yesterday with Mack. I guess that happens just about every weekend, but sometimes I'm as aware and appreciative of it as I ought to be. Mostly we just did stuff around the house, mainly cleaning up.

Went to eat Thai last night at Thai Corner in Lake Mary. Neither of us had been their before. I thought was very good, maybe the best Thai I've had in Florida. Online reviews are mixed: here compared to here.

Came home and ran into the Tenacious D movie, Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny on the cable. Completely stupid and fun, with cameos by Tim Robbins and Ben Stiller and featuring Dave Grohl as Satan.

Update: Fixed broken links. Don't know how I screwed that up the first time, but apparently I did.

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13 September 2007


Bush = Carter

Weak, self-righteous, ineffectual, confused, ignorant of History, to be removed ASAP.

08 September 2007


Kerouac, Part II

King Crimson, "Neal and Jack and Me".

Sing that, America!

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On On the Road

Walter Kirn on Kerouac in this article at Slate:
With his attention to physical landscapes, his attraction to humble outcasts, his immersion in lowly occupations, and his enthusiasm for any experience which fostered communion and self-forgetting (listening to jazz in crowded clubs, riding along with friends in cars, drinking or getting high with strangers), Kerouac was trying to fashion, in his way (and not just for himself), a spacious new continental identity transcending political and commercial borders. This thing we call a nation, he suggested, was in fact a land, and the enterprises called "good citizenship" or "doing right" or "making a career" were really just fragile, compulsive overlays on the sturdy old business known as "living." We'd forgotten some things, the novel suggests, that our happiness—and perhaps our very survival in an age of big weapons, big business, and big ideas—depended on us remembering and recommitting to.

This land is your land. We the people. Hard work is honest work. Love thy neighbor. That stuff.
Just like the song that kept going through my head while I was recently in California:
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me


I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me


The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me


As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!


In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.

Chorus (2x)

words and music by Woody Guthrie
©1956 (renewed 1984), 1958 (renewed 1986) and 1970 TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (
America still is singing, if only quietly, if only in my imagination. To share that again with others would be dear.

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04 September 2007


For the Umpteenth Time, Not Dead

I hate these posts, but in the random event that you're curious as to what's going on, I've just been really really busy. Hopefully more, someday.

Thanks for reading. Sorry there's not more content for you.

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