Thursday, December 31, 2009


does 2010 sound like a year to you? me neither.

unless maybe we can call it "the year that checking underware for explosives began".

Tuesday, December 29, 2009


i am really getting tired of these goofy pictures. i do one first of the morning, post it and then attempt to see what it foreshadows of the day.

superstition. yep. never, or hardly ever, works.

and from the image above, that's a good thing.

Sunday, December 27, 2009


broke lapsteel again last night. will repair once more taking care to solder correctly. maybe install new pick up. good thing i have a list of things to do next year somewhere.

Saturday, December 26, 2009


a picture a day
it's all a play
ok?

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

video

caught this minute of grandaughter natalie riffing. the camera was slung around my neck, i just turned it on and let it hang. luckily it was pointed to princess natalie.

Color-Shifting Contact Lenses Alert Diabetics to Glucose Levels - Eyes - Gizmodo

Color-Shifting Contact Lenses Alert Diabetics to Glucose Levels - Eyes - Gizmodo

Friday, December 18, 2009


got back from quick trip downhill - mountain - to see kids and grand kids. above is picture of natalie delivering the grand finale of xmas melody. it was a short but pleasant visit.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Out along the highway
There’s work that’s being done
Heavy dancing gases
Playing with the sun

Another ageless darkness
In the parking lot
Shadows shouting chrome:
Another evening shot

Down along the river bend
It’s always Friday night
When the south wind blows real good
You know there’ll be a fight

Underneath the boardwalk
Lost lovers contemplate
The missing moon and stars
They thought that they could make

“which world?” asked the ticket master
behind his missing throne
“any world but this one”
replied the message on the phone

Outside the winds were howling
They blow that way you know
When you get there tell them
That I’m the one who told you so

Discourse in hybrid harmony
No longer takes the chance
The open door stands asleep
Dreaming words that dance

The far plateau you thought you knew
Is well placed in this mess
Must have been the misplaced map
Or else a lucky guess

The clouds they are outrageous
No laughs at all tonight
Relatively pointless
The moon shines it’s delight

As we tiptoed through the forest
Peculiar plants were glowing
Like someone’s smile we know
And couldn’t help enjoying

Microscopic biscuits
Had long been bird’s delight
They huddled like the seashore
Retreating from last night

Avoid the void they said
Standing tall and straight
When the elevator stopped
They didn’t hesitate

Every night the light forgets
The shadows amber glow
If I wasn’t in a hurry
I’d be just as slow

The beast meanwhile was loose
Events were overflowing
Annoying nonreflection
Kept anyone from knowing

“so long” yelled the hobo
sliding down a trance
without a detached head
He never had a chance.




cleaning up files, came upon this piece of cyberdoggeral.

found out that my old friend bill wasson died recently. we knew each other since 1955 on and off. thank you for being a friend bill.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

From Pocket to Stage, Music in the Key of iPhone - NYTimes.com

From Pocket to Stage, Music in the Key of iPhone - NYTimes.com: "Professor Wang said he would like to democratize the process of making music, so that anyone with a cellphone could become a musician. “Part of my philosophy is people are inherently creative,” he said. “It’s not just people who think of themselves as artists.”"

Thursday, December 3, 2009


yeah i know i ended daily blog postings but thought i'd post this (very) recent foto of myself. new computer i am slowly getting together. space problems (don't you hate space problems) dictate that i rearrange entire living module to do this.