
man what nerve to put a picture like this up. dyspeptic. tomorrow it will be better. but really the picture is not an anagrammatic view of chris's day. or not.
finger painting can be a mess.
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cleaning up, a new broom. it takes a lifetime to do. i found the following in a small 2 inch square notepad i vaguely remember always being underfoot. it must have gotten soaked at some point, ink blurred.
i don't know if it's more fun finding or creating. or the difference between them.
if it is a song it might have a name. maybe-->
Someone is Dreaming Right Now
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.
The glitter in the window said
“It’s all one way you know.
I guess that you forgot
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 lies
well placed in all this mess
Must have been the misplaced map
Or just 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
Every night I end a day
Trapped in amber glow
If I wasn’t in a hurry
I’d be just as slow
Avoid the void they said
Standing tall and straight
When the elevator stopped
They didn’t hesitate
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
You never had a chance".
saw junior brown at the orange peel last nite. he has a pretty formulaic set he delivers but he is so good at it that it doesn't matter. very relaxing to watch him in action, he doesn't seem to sweat it but delivers texas honkey tonk and blues riffs with aplomb.
at last finished "warlock" by Oakley Hall . an excellent read, and a hard book to describe. such a transparent and clear narrative, no flourishes, straight ahead prose, and yet it resonates with all sorts of implications about human nature, life, death, politics etc.
speaking of oakly hall i stumbled onto the author after i found out that racheal cox, a sweet little girl my children grew up with is in a band of the same name, working hard and doing good:
Oakley Hall – Listen free at Last.fm


i was thinking today how thinking is not the same as consciousness. like most of us, i am conscious of my thoughts. i think...
feelings to some extent but i accept there are feelings that affect my persona that i am not conscious of. i mean, that's how i feel.
then i got in the truck. 4 stops. only got lost once.
when i got back here did the above image.

it's voting day in carolina. i haven't participated in the runup (neologism) but of course will vote. i passed on early voting, mainly to experience the action at the polls. the primary is a possible turning point for the democrats and yes i'll be voting for mr. obama. why?
because he carries less of the stigmata of the ruling class, the movers and shakers who don't have a clue about how you and i live, think, feel. the 2% of citizens who own our world. the democrats have proved themselves to be an integral part of this bunch, not able to stand up and talk like a man or women, exactly like their counterparts the republicans.
it is worth noting that if the obama buzz continues and he is elected president, the bad guys who have screwed our world up will not go away. one point of view is that the republican party, as lame as their specious machinations have been since reagon, was hijacked by plain old white collar criminals. they could walk away with their loot because they are criminals first and republicans second.
so my vote is my attempt to restore something that has been lost, and that goal is always shaky. i am voting for edwards to become attorney general and bring to justice the neo-mafia who have infiltrated the country's institutions and helped turn them into bad jokes. if the law is not used after the new president is in office, then all bets are off and the rat-hole will continue to devour our lives.



Plastic: Burn, Denver, Burn — Rush Reaches Out To Rioters
"and riots in Denver, at the Democratic Convention will see to it we don't elect Democrats. And that's the best damn thing that can happen to this country, as far as I can think."
true statement. as far as he can think.
pretty day. above was a test - video. i must have done this one about ten years ago using infinity-d on mac system 8 (?). if it works expect bigger and better things to come.
or even if it doesn't.
[it appears to work. golly. but i guess it needs a poster frame.]
[the black square was not pleasant as it came up. so i removed it.]
Ken Nordine's Word Jazz Web Site and Podcast - "Wow of Now" Podcast
Ken Nordine's Word Jazz Web Site and Podcast - has found a new drug
tasty reminder from our old friend ken nordeen. shamen, our own william blake. shades of kenneth patchen and a marvel of circuitry in the basement, a distant drone...

China must stop cursing the Dalai Lama and talk: U.S.
a good idea.
maybe the usa could do the same with hamas, iran, and many others.
politics. yes it is enough to drive us all nuts, and the remedy for it is not to be found in that domain. but anybody that votes for republican criminal cabal because of the messiness of the dems is worse than nuts. if they vote for mccain because they think lapel pins mean anything worth meaning even if they are made in china that is bad enough.
but because the dems haven't mastered the charade? much worse.
do you have a lapel? among the many that don't the manufactured brouhaha is from another planet.
good morning. spent a very quiet weekend too quite.
fpr the first time in a very long time my creative side is in the doldrums. can't summon up the interest to do anything in the once satisfying realm of puttering in the land of making "art". i am accepting this as a probably needed change and look foward to it going away. meanwhile this old blog limps along.
but moments continue during which i continue to streamline my existence by throwing gtuff overboard in my domacile. i am hungry for interior space both in the realm of household and my head.
what does this mean for blog? content is king, the king is dead, long live the king. when the fog blows away something new will be revealed.
a surprise for you and me,

well the post below w/ a video snippet obviously did not work. right now i'm sitting in a wi-fi coffee shop in myrtle beach so unless impulse grabs me i'm not going to try to fix it. when i get home i'll jump into it and a bunch of other technical clap-trap involving video, quicktime, flash, dvds etc.
maybe. maybe i'll take up duck carving for a change. oops i meant duck decoy carving.
when i arrived at the Baba Center and found my room, there was a copy of new life hardback on the bed signed by bhau. it knocked me out. what a beautiful surprise. it seems like a hundred years ago that i slogged thru a lot of heavy lifting typesetting a very fluid manuscript. it is a big book and the job of pilgrims bringing back copies from india is going to be rough. for those that don't know, shipping thru indian customs is apparently not very workable. [note: expense is the primary culprit i have since found out.]
other news: i think my dobro died. the tricone resonator has developed a nasty buzz. i thought i had it fixed a few weeks ago. but it's back.
could not ost this from coffee shop so posting now.
sunday morning. lost yesterday. layed down for short nap and slept thru grandson corbin and friend upstairs making hell of a racket. visited jim and didn't make it to doug and marcia's for unc final four game which i saw a good bit of with nicole.
today jim and i are going to see stones in 3d imax.
i feel better this morning than the last few days.
who is at the top of the power hierarchy?
who is at the bottom?
you me and everyone we know.
this week has been an exercise in patience.
and i flunked.
i recall being asked a few years back if i were starting blog anew whether i would still use the same domain name, "modern peasant". implicit was the feeling that it was sort of framing myself as a peasant with all of the negative attributes that characterization implies.
my answer was "yes i would".
i have to admit that very few got it. the name appealed to me because, with all of the hubris and arrogance built into the modern idea of how we live, the vast majority of the world's population retain some similarity to the "peasant" stereotype we carry with us.
professional. successful or not, educated, decisive, more knowledgeable than our ancestors etc perhaps, but we are and have been living under threat of of hidden violence if we step out of line. this was all illustrated on the macneil news pbs piece yesterday on the FAA organization. grown men testifying before congress how the world works in their corner. and to my mind not just the FAA but all organizations and institutes. of particular note was the story of one worker bee who described how his boss invaded his cubicle and, fondling the photos of his wife and family he was allowed in his workspace remarked what a shame it would be for him to lose his livelihood if he persisted in trying to do his job for real and not as highly formalized ritual charade.
today as the "system" unravels faster and faster the results of humans being forced to live as cogs is a little more visible.
we live under the domination of crooks, warlords, dictators and bandits. babylon after the mongolian hordes have plundered and retreated but whose presence is not far off. the present cabal in this country has pillaged and looted, not on horseback but in offices and mahogany board rooms. in a nation of law they would be arrested and tried. 10,000 ways they have exploited and robbed.
and this iron grid has descended world wide today. complete with the illusion that gee gaws and toys make it all ok, "the good life".
surrounded by the glossy panoply of greed and instant cliches.
i am really sick of it. there is nothing to do but stand up and and get "out" of line no matter what the consequence. firing squad? internment? fugitive life on the streets? ostracism? mental institution?
sure, why not. it is one thing to have an inkling that all is not right. it is another to collaborate with the overlords and hope we escape their attention.
ok thanks for allowing me to rant.
leaving town today for awhile.

got up at the crack of dawn, took meds, getting ready to test BG when i discovered it was 3AM.
all in a day's work. or play.
stayed cooped up over the last weekend. worked on a 4th "movie" for DVD which at present contains three. movie is fine, or can be made fine, down to a few fixes. but the soundtrack crackles. i used, among other things, "ixquarks" on mac to make it which may be the culprit. i had no idea of how to use it but liked the results. but when transferred to pc and brought into vegas i got some strange crackles.
i heard some hip-hop artist somewhere talking about why he was changing from sampling to playing instruments. he said arraigning the samples into intricate patterns was way too labor intensive. you must be very obsessive to persevere when writing code, or finishing a painting that is not going well, or generated animation or music on a computer. luckily i am that. before bed last night i looked at an oil that i have been working on for too long, grabbed a tube of color and brush and finished it. looks great this morning.
now on to a new soundtrack.


i finally got a dvd out with menu, three places to go. two short video pieces, one computer generated a long time ago using, if i remember right, infini-d on a mac quadra os9. the third is 6 minutes long plus. it has been a nightmare piecing together some sort of production protocal (take a, conver to be, convert to d, script here and there in languages unknown, burn, learn.
actually it's been great fun.
i slowed way down this week and it was not pleasant. some sort of internal reorganization.
got up to parkway yesterday where i ran into an old friend.
but i probably will not be posting daily for a bit. however maybe the feel and look and content of this blog will continue to blossom too much white space can be creepy. i know i know it's an integral component of a lot of beautiful work. maybe it's just my urge to make a mark. play dough. handprint. quicksand.
gloomy doomy weather. indoors after the ides. i have been engaged for a few days - in this order - recovering (recreating really) source files for dvd i am making; painting 2 oils; recording various instruments on mac, transferring to pc and making soundtrack for flash project, have started finding visuals for it; reinforcing waterproofing on camper; and last but not least cleaning up kitchen. i've also been hauling out various boxes full of cassette tapes, cds of material i backed up at some point, and lots of dust and cobwebs.
but today is a new day so i'll finish these activities one way or another. probably another.
pretty much farted the day away yesterday. that's how i get things done - or not. added this to twinkies animation. this morning i go to DMV to figure out if i renewed my license plate and then a sort drive on the parkway. later i'll figure out something to put up in the right sidebar.
like "arrest the criminal overworld".
really strange. the last few days have been beautiful. i am experiencing this as an order to get out, drive the parkway, walk through the jungle.
but i haven't done that. a scattering of errends is about it. i don't think i'm agoraphobic, just anagoroaphilic. wow, what an ugly word.
i did set up spot in backyard with easel etc and painted for awhile.
i've been up at 6 the last two days which is a good trend. i feel better when i get up early.

beautiful weather. very busy yesterday, onward with digital animations headed for dvd land. puttered w/ painting. ditto with look of this blog, drove out to leicester for pleasant visit with tom. later at house t dropped by. we played a little music and i learned a little. two signs i got: read the "heart sutra" which i did the morning, and zazen practice is a good way to do nothing, which i think is a current need of mine, picture above is a water color, not new, which i fooled w/ a little last night. leaving now to buy a used vacuum cleaner and groceries.

i find the damnest things on computer. i have no idea of when or how i created this image, but i know why.
a post a day keeps the street away. got rid of last whatchamacallit icon. burning a data dvd right now, the begining of clearing an external hard drive on quadra. i want to use it as a voice to text gadget in case i am supposed to write the great post american novelty.
meanwhile jim (happy birthday) points out that this page still has little edit pencils showing. they gotta go.
got rid of little tool icon that was hanging all over the page.
next: colored backgrounds, some anyway, fix font sizes, work some things of interest in right sidebar.
so what if i lost a day getting rid of that line of bloggercode in modified template? it's the same as doing nothing. which seems to be.

hmmm... not sure what blogger will do with this, a late night image i just finished. jane emailed that nate is visiting in az. i've been in a solid hypomania space, worked on camper, a painting, saw dvd on richard's flat screen HD monitor and was pleased. right now i'm burning another, this one i added menu and 3 choices, one an old 3d animation i did with infini-d, one straight footage from camera, and the good one, the one i've been working on forever.

what is it about the human that drives him or her to stay busy? yesterday the electricity went out from 1:30 to 8:30 on a dark and stormy afternoon. so i relocated a canvas near a window and a couple of tubes of paint near a window and puttered. my landlord stopped by for the rent and remarked that i did my best painting in the dark.
it's true.
then today opened up wide, dry and beautiful so i did about 10 things simultaneously, still am for that matter.
ok i'm fishing my archives back. a long slow round the marlberry-bush sort of process. what you are looking at now is the beginning of this process.
gotem. now all i have to do is rebuild page using layout features. maybe i was the last person in the world using the old classic blogger with a hand rolled template.






i guess it is time i got serious about existing for the kosmos. after all, "it" does the same for me.
so i'll change my bumper sticker.
had a dream last night, something that i very rarely have anymore, or don't know that i do if i do. a lady and i were dancing, some kind of slow square dance, side by side and facing differant directions, rotating and slowly rising above the surface of the ground,one arm around each other's waist. don't remeber any music or others dancing. we were in a field checking out a complicated rube goldberg homemade mechanism whose purpose was to irrigate a pea patch. must have been early spring, plants had just broken ground. the mecanism to push water was powered by pedeling it as if it were a bicycle.
does the dream mean anything? i doubt it. does experiencing the dream mean anything? probably. but i not only don't know what, i don't know what by definition. intersection of the human and something not knowable by the human. clues and signs, broken symbols and bones, a vast dark - of course - plain littered with confusion, an unknown topography criss-crossed with impossible purpose or lack of purpose.
another day.
[gremlin note: just lost the most recent 4 weeks of posts; trying to get them back.]

a little more time and i'll filp new version of this blog out there. that means here.
but until i do i'm stuck w/ daily early morning posts. (it's how i wake up every morning - type while still asleep.
this morning i have something to say, about the word/idea of "change".
change means something new. unless it is a "change back", and even then it is new.
a change can be better or worse than what exists before the change. like the word "progress" it has acquired an implicit tone of better. ("progress" originally meant a musical harmonic progression.)
it seems to me that things will change because they always do. but what kind of change is key.
so the political brand of change doesn't mean much. what will be changed, how it will be changed can be meaningful.
to further tangle the meme "change", it has been entangled with the idea of constancy. one of the presidential debates recently had everyone involved saying that they were change agent and opponents had in the past changed their positions on this that or the other. for the last four years this has been called "flip-flopping".
so we the voters are presented with miasma of meaning which translates into any change of mind in the past is a negative but the idea of change is a positive. i won't even get into the false dichotomy of "experience' being the antonym of "change".
all of this is no more than this week's infomercial designed to entertain and divert attention from rational discourse.
it was a quick winter. snow is melting, warm weather on the way.
no picture today. in my spare time i have been working with editing a 6 minute movie and it might get finished today. i jumped in am and still splashing around.
going to join the local access station WUAR and get my hands on some hardware to do another one. someday.
am almost finished reading the border by maccartney. the second book of all the pretty horses trilogy (haven't read the first and last). this book belongs up there with the oddessy and dante's inferno IMHO.
now for what i have been dreading: a task given to me by my spiritual adviser, the hole in the wall, a list of the ten things i learned during 2007.
don't buy a camper shell one half i9nch shorter than truck bed.
every world is new by definition.
the last ten years of life are meant for experiencing a sort of happiness. there is nothing else left.
primary injunction is to know yourself.
this means becoming yourself.
this is ongoing, there is no terminating point.
once the word "idiot" meant a person who was not in a relationship with the community, sangha. now it means the opposite.
the mental world is not lost when it has become a train wreck.
reality cannot be measured, seen, or understood.
it can be accepted as mystery.

i made it back, a trip filled with surprise. had a little time to spend with 3 children and 3 grandchildren and the time spent was such a relief. like our ancestor's they can handle it whatever "it" is. good thing too.
battery developed some weirdness. the big wheel tilted and the local spirits called the shot as i was about to fill the gas tank and head west. out of nowhere truck wouldn't start. had this happened, say, between mocksville and statesville on a very raw and rainy afternoon the story would not be this story. this story is about finding and losing things. got truck to good mechanic and spent some time at dr. j's atrium counting the leaves on the ground.
i feel the need to make some statement, some summing up, i guess because year digits will increment soon. i'm not going to think about it so it may happen.

monday hardly happened. i camped out again last night. inside sleepinbag all is well. warm and comfy. but a problem is fluid shifting bags and supplies. can't reach out in dark and locate this that and the other. some stable shelving and storage next step. last night i skipped a med that i couldn't locate, misjudged some insulin requirement and pretty much stayed in bed all day while grandkids were at school and children at work. not well.
so i'm leaving tomorrow and regroup in asheville.
right now watching the fox news channel, bill o'reilly. circuses and clowns. claptrap. noise as form. kill your TV. really.
there is a man on a white horse loping across the dark beach at morning light. he is in a race with the guy who drove coast to coast in 36 hours. we will forget the outcome and stare at the mystery dust hanging in the air after they pass.
went from t-shirt mode to raw wintery phase when i got to peidmont. slept in camper last two nights. sleeping bag etc very warm and comfy. jim gave me termorest which combined with mine makes good sleeping. one slight leak discovered (it hasn't stopped raining since i got here). reading at night ok but needs adjustment. listened to mystery cd driving down, i think it is by r.l.burnside. excellent, up there with personal messages from the clash.

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