photo from douglas falls walk. today is dedicated to trip to big box for plywood and finishing camper. tomorrow i leave for camping in yancey county, fortress of solitude. later in week head for chapel hill and maybe points beyond.

i'm tired. very active 3-4 days, son eli dropped in, and friend t. headed west.

i'm closing down a blog that has been hanging around for awhile and never really took off, for "harry's 1960's" and while i was doing the image above i was thinking - or at least a thought was bouncing around - of what to put in it's place, like "gone fission".

so
ou sont les nuages d'hier
came to mind (floated to the top).

and traveling right behind it, the answer, an ah-ha moment:
"blowin in the wind".

well i've done my image a day so now i can get onto the nonoptional sublunary endless action reaction tasks, today concentrating on going thru the motions asleep and not caring. it makes it so much more productive.

nothing worse then going thru the motions and fighting it, trying to fix it.

nice photo. no idea when or where. found it in a folder named "oct5.07" so i thought i took i last week. but the id # is way earlier. think it came from a folder misplaced that i dropped into the right place.

one of the very few images you will ever see here not produced by myself. this one is courtesy of ashevegas by way of A girl who wears glasses.

pritchard park, local hangout of the dispossessed. if i existed as a worker bee in an office, i would start an office pool: what date will this space be occupied by a high rise?

meanwhile i am once again reminded of the observation by an european visitor to constantinople around 1000 ad who remarked that the inhabitants of that town all carried on a nonstop conversation about the higher questions, theology, eschatology, fate, karma and other inexplicables we have put into boxes. in the same manner as we today might talk about football or the latest official talking point.

for some reason i am not clear about this links up directly with my recent decision to vote for and work for the election of kusinovich. not because he is an is an eccentric wierdo, but because he is electable! i truly feel he can walk and talk like a human, and at this point that qualifies him.

tossed off this morning. now i'm paying billz.

pretty much finished w/ new & improved image archive. i'll be adding images to it as i find them. the good ones.

rained last nite, a drizzle. i have a little more waterproofing to do on camper shell. don't ever buy one that is 1/2" shorter than truck bed.

first oil painting i ever did. maybe 3 years ago.

as far as cogent incisive quirky cultural commentary, i'm fresh out.

besides having a good time at the 2nd annual blogerama awards, i learned a lot. folks i knew and some i didn't are blogging up a storm. a lot of talent and effort. the video and photo domains are strong and being used with a lot of taste and discrimination.
check out these: while i have been cruising on automatic these folks have been pushing the envelope:

zenography
Stoplight Haiku
Moonmeadow Farm
The Hangover Journals
Flickr: Photos from susanlee828
photos of event
Et in Arcadia ego

for a look at the festivities:
BlogAsheville

an unusual week and week end. music, the breeze before the word, the same eye that sees is seen. and then that pastel dream last night.

perhaps later i can make sense.

visited my 3rd cousin m. & friends yesterday and spent the nite in a spaceship. very comfortable. her mother was visiting who i last saw maybe... quarter century ago? probably not quite that long. a pleasure to sit around the fire and play music. first time i'd played the dobro with others. nice folks whom i hope to see again.

photo taken yesterday on ride to maxpatch. what a relief to get out.

i hear thru the grapevine that iran is setup, all is in place and moving forward, and we better start thinking of martial law, pre-election terrorist extravaganza, no election.

really. if you don't sound like a nut today you are living in dreamland.

a fundimental misunderstanding rampant today is that the junta has made mistake after mmistake over the last 6 years and the populice is pissed about it. the latter part is true, but things are going well for the criminal overworld. not that they planned it out, they are not that smart. just lucky i guess.

another lost and found watercolor. no idea of when i did it.

as most of you understand i have lost, temporarily maybe, my capacity to comment on the culture. some have not:

The Case That the President's Reach Exceeds His Grasp - New York Times:
"After Sept. 11 these efforts would accelerate with astonishing speed, often in secret from Congress and the American public. A Sept. 25, 2001, memo written by Mr. Yoo asserted that "the president's powers include inherent executive powers that are unenumerated in the Constitution, including a right to use military force as he sees fit, regardless of the views of Congress."

"The Big Con" - New York Times:
"Government is no smaller-it is simply more debt-ridden and more beholden to wealthy elites."

oil on gessoed watercolor paper. i've been on slow kleenup the last few weeks and am finding some amazing to me stuff.

i have been wrapped up tight in the coils of cyber-spighetti. far outside my window the idiots in DC circle the inevitable: iran, nukes, if you disagree with someone or thing, don't communicate with them, the criminal overworld wheeling and dealing, the prime directive willfully ignored and so on. you know this, you saw it on the news. columbia university has shot up in my estimation many levels.

so i don't have much to say. others have:

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
Plato

Death is not the worst that can happen to men.
Plato

It is better to hide ignorance, but it is hard to do this when we relax over wine.
Heraclitus,

The road up and the road down is one and the same.
Heraclitus,

It is worse still to be ignorant of your ignorance.
Saint Jerome

Every nation ridicules other nations, and all are right.
Arthur Schopenhauer

Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.
Arthur Schopenhauer

The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.
William James

Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
Friedrich Nietzsche

When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back at you.
Friedrich Nietzsche

You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.
Friedrich Nietzsche

I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.
Ludwig Wittgenstein

If people never did silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done.
Ludwig Wittgenstein

Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.
Ludwig Wittgenstein

long day, thoughts arising and sinking fast, eternal puttering.

friends driving to clemson tonight to see bob dylan. if it even close to his last performance at the ryman auditorium in nasheville it will be more than worth it.

Seeing multiple Bobs -- dailypress.com:
"'The thing I just kept hearing from every account of Dylan was about this life of serial change, in a way far more profound to a culture than David Bowie's different chameleonlike changes or Madonna's that would come decades later. These changes had deep intellectual, cultural, almost physical effects on Dylan's audience,' Haynes said. 'He undermines the things you count on, your touchstones. He shakes up the things that people used to build their own selves on. Every time you grab on to him, he's somewhere else"

i chickened out.

i guess i'm too sensitive, or else i'm getting soft.

i keep thinking it's saturday.

i'm working with a book by peter fenner, radient mind.

did some shopping, hardware store etc.

i like the song "i'm not talkin... tha-a-a-t's what i've got to say." pretty sure it was on first yardbird's lp.

saw movie "life of allen ginsburg" or similar title with tom, richard and debbie. very intense, much better than the cartoon - ie current cultural iconic brand.

"...but things... have changed".

during my lifetime the population of the world has doubled. hey, i didn't do it.

not only that, but everyone's name is known. either by god or NSA.

the effort to know the new before it is the old is rarely successful.

the crown of creation is a baseball cap.

we experience personal and collective life. but do we experience "experience"?

late summer. the dog days are fading. i don't know how many more summers i can take, but i'll takem all.

so i was writing about the coming "big thing", the branded spectacular, iran.

it is apparent to me that bush's war is going exactly according to plan. a long war. nebulous enemy. corporate prescence in the middle east.

except for the grumbling and mumbling of the growing dispossessed, and that seems to be a minor detail taken care of by endless wordplay.

just as bush's war was on the table way before he stole the election (not bush really it was the whole kit and cabel stole it, from the supreme court on down thru the oligarchy), so the iranian phase is not only in place but happening right now. when some spectacular move manifests it might even keep the dems from winning the presidency. not that it matters a whole lot, they seem to have done nothing since bush stole the election, nothing before they captured congress, not much since. topic for another day, but can you say economic pressure, personal blackmail, threats and dirty tricks?

anyway iran will be a whole different thing. probably the most pro-american populice in the middle east. they don't speak arabic but farsi. if the CIA hadn't replaced their government with the shah in the early 50s they would not have dealt with reagon, agreeing to release the hostiges on the day of his inaugeration, but then again they got weapons for this.

today is my youngest son's birthday. nathan: it seems like yesterday when i was barreling down the mountain in a dodge longbed headed for the hospital where he was born about 15 minutes after we got there. i am very proud of him, he has been thru a lot, and i emphasize the past tense: thru, not stuck in some in some zone he could remain in for life.