Saturday, January 28, 2012

Oh.... the thrill of weather proofing & trimming one's beard

Well.... the weather of late has been wet, snowy,slushy, puddly, and well, gosh... it was time to oil up the old boots.
So I got out the saddle soap, cleaned up well, brushed them out, dry them and rubbed in some mink oil.  Should be good for a bit.

Been getting into reading old books.  Found a copy of Robert Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land".... the author's edition, not what was edited for publication in the 60's.  Still a good read.

Listening to old music too.  Dylan's "John Wesley Harding"  old 'Return to Forever'.
It is kinda like taking and old soul, mine, and adding some TLC ... and mink oil, just to keep everying pliable and water repellent.

Had a few drinks with the friday afternoon crowd at Oblio's yesterday.  Nick was back from his trip to Florida, on the job, working on boat motors.  Had a bit of sun color on his forehead.  Said it was in the 80's.  Al & Katie stopped.  I still want to steal his South Side Ice Yacht club jacket.  I think he is starting to take me serious and will not remove it in my presence.  Katie said she will bring nut bread next week.  Joe is walking more... said he has twenty lbs he would like to lose now that he is retired.  Cool said he could lose 180 if he could lose me.  Cool is a funny guy.

Went to the Moon this morning for coffee.  Aaron's wife was entertaining her two year old.  She played peek-a-boo with me for a bite.  The laughter of children is the fresh air that streams serene from tall mountains. It was good.

The Jambalaya art collective was having a rummage/art sale to raise some money to pay the heat bill.  Got a couple of neat framed prints, some candles and a funky ceramic clown.  All of it for under  $30.  A deal.

And now the day goes on.  Must trim the beard.  It gets thick and wolly in neglect, as do all things.

I remember when it was all black. Or maybe I remember.  Perhaps I should use mink oil instead of Hair Color for Men.

.... and then again.....

Monday, January 23, 2012

Obama Sings ! & Republicans are poetic!

 Yupperz..... Obama CAN sing.... course ... so can I !  Well, mostly in the shower, see, and since the divorce (well, even a bit before the dovice, dorice, deeforce... whatever) I mostly showered alone, so my eloquent vocal renditions were mostly lost on a general public.  Now, I could rectify that, maybe, ya know, put a video on you-tube or something... but then it would not be a genial public to say nothing of a general public.

Anyways... I still do that and it does get the cockroaches out of the apartment for awhile and so I will keep it up.

I also was once of a mind to compose poetry in the shower.... OH, but the paper got really wet and the pen didn't work well and if I got stuck on a line or whatever and stayed in the shower overly long... why gosh& stuff, my toes would get all wrinkly and gees, I would often run out of hot water, cause see, it would sometimes take me awhile to find rhyming words... ( hey, go ahead,,, YOU find a rhyme for Zucchini real quick, huh.. and I don't just mean eenie-meanie, ok!!)
Well....anyways... this got me to thinking... I mean about Obama singing and poetry and whatever-ish.... that there was once a prominent Republican that was well noted for his..............

Yessirre bob.... I mean it!  Now this may be old stuff... but it is still GOOD stuff... so with out further adios or adoos or whatever.... I bring you.... some select poety, poetry of former Defense Secretary Donal Rumsfeld..... (and hey, with a name like Rumsfeld, youse gotzta be GOOD!

The Unknown

 As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
—Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing
Glass Box 

 You know, it's the old glass box at the—
At the gas station,
Where you're using those little things
Trying to pick up the prize,
And you can't find it.
And it's all these arms are going down in there,
And so you keep dropping it
And picking it up again and moving it,
Some of you are probably too young to remember those—
Those glass boxes,
But they used to have them
At all the gas stations
When I was a kid.
—Dec. 6, 2001, Department of Defense news briefing

A Confession

 Once in a while,
I'm standing here, doing something.
And I think,
"What in the world am I doing here?"
It's a big surprise.
—May 16, 2001, interview with the New York Times

You're going to be told lots of things.
You get told things every day that don't happen.
It doesn't seem to bother people, they don't—
It's printed in the press.
The world thinks all these things happen.
They never happened.
Everyone's so eager to get the story
Before in fact the story's there
That the world is constantly being fed
Things that haven't happened.
All I can tell you is,
It hasn't happened.
It's going to happen.
The Digital RevolutionOh my goodness gracious,
What you can buy off the Internet
In terms of overhead photography!
A trained ape can know an awful lot
Of what is going on in this world,
Just by punching on his mouse
For a relatively modest cost!
—June 9, 2001, following European trip

The Situation

Things will not be necessarily continuous.
The fact that they are something other than perfectly continuous
Ought not to be characterized as a pause.
There will be some things that people will see.
There will be some things that people won't see.
And life goes on.
—Oct. 12, 2001, Department of Defense news briefing

 I think what you'll find,
I think what you'll find is,
Whatever it is we do substantively,
There will be near-perfect clarity
               As to what it is.
And it will be known,
And it will be known to the Congress,
And it will be known to you,
Probably before we decide it,
               But it will be known.
—Feb. 28, 2003, Department of Defense briefing

 ...... next... the collected meatloaf recipes of Mitt Romney

Sunday, January 22, 2012

A Throng of thousands (give or take the invisible snowmen)

Sometimes I try to watch the news on Sunday mornings.  Try.  It is tough.  Today I watched a clip of Rick saying, and this may not be totally accurate, "that we need a candidate that will fight the junk science of global warming."

Last year, the former Pennsylvania senator earned $142,500 for his work as a consultant for Consol Energy, according to


Sheesh.... mostly he was just ranting and raving .  So I turned the channel.   Caught another show that had about four people talking over each other and spewing some shit about Newt being ahead.... I guess they meant he was ahead of Rick.  Kinda makes me think of a race where a banana is ahead of the grapefruit.

So I checked another channel.  Just missed a 'Golden Girl' rerun.  At that point I thought I would mosey on out and get a coffee at the Moon and read some news.  Newspapers do not scream at you.
Throngs of hundreds supporting Walker

There was a nifty ARTICLE about 'over a thousand' rallying to support neo-Fascist Fuehrer GOVERNOR Scott Walker.  I guess that was a good crowd after the Recall supporters turned in petitions of over 1.2 million asking for his removal from office.

I guess it must have been a good rally, probably made more entertaining because..... the governor was not there!  

The guy breaks me up.

Walker reminds me alot of Santorum...with one notable exception.... Santorum is not afraid to say stupid shit..... where as Walker IS a stupid shit who doesn't say anything.

Still have a couple of hours until the football games start.  Maybe I can find a 'Golden Girls' rerun yet.  Or I do have Bob Newhart on DVD.  Bob always helped me get in touch with my feelings.

49'ers over the Giants by ten.

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