& on a positive note

Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.

So America is bat-shit crazy.  weird&fucked up.  I would love to switch it all off, but I found I am hard wired into life and there is no turning it off and there is no escape.   So.................
all right, it is an old song.... but sing it with me...

The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
I can't twist  the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend


Mm, no no, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.l

this day

"In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant........

 Richard Brautigan


......... that's all I have today

and then........

And me upon a buckskin pony with eyes like blue electricty and a mane like tangled fire, galloping up the hill and right off into the high heaven of the world.

William Faulkner

been gone

I haven't been about the blogs of late.  I've spent the last week in my hometown helping clean up my mother's house.  Western Wisconsin is nice, but a little more rural than I care for anymore.  The nice part is going for a walk along the bike trail.  It's fashioned from an old railroad bed and transverses under a couple of the larger hills.  I didn't have time for biking.... but as in life, the walk can be nice.