more political rants later today.

talking points (use only in case of emergency)

1. the world is becoming more uniform. local flavors everywhere of bandit rule, pirates, mercenarys, death camps, the disappeared, the economic wage slavery, the dispossesed wondering around humming "gimmeee shelter".

2.since reagon, maybe much further back, the "guv'ment", behind many closed doors, has morphed from govt "for the people by the people" to govt for and by profit and corporations. 500 families run most of the board of director's of the fortune 500.

3. the consumer culture, and the continuous transfer of wealth it entails, has become by constantly one upping itself, a sort of cartoon, a meme, a joke. most humans now look a little perplexed at govt instead of as in the past considering themseves enclosed within it, part of it and protected.

4. specifically, us americans find ourselves separated and fragmented, communities gone, implicit threat of excommunication by the state for speaking out and consequent loss of economic viability. surrvaillance, data mining, the cell phone acting as a microphone piped to god knows what, road rage, justice a set of choreographed moves, a highly stylized domain with no room for the human being, hanging by your fingernails paycheck to paycheck, all in the glitter of false gold at twlight.

5 about iraq and the 2008 political election con...

taken on a walk along the swannanoa river, part of warren wilson collage which is a much underated institution.

last friday evening at r&d's. i was so exhausted that instead of going to town as we had talked about, i was for sitting in rocking chair and mumbling about this and that.

about to go outside this morning and finish caulking cammper. raintight. i think i've got a raised platform for sleeping in mind that will work. requires trip to big box building supplies and maybe target's.

other events that may occur today: trip to greenlife for carrots and vegetables and first attempt to "juice" vegetables.

finish fooling w/ images. this project has forced me to organize and find the good ones. and the software that processes them, while slick, is not real user-friendly.

was about to go to t's yesterday afternoon when i was hit with the perfect storm of fatigue. perfect 2 hour nap followed, i was wide awake when i awoke - not a commmon occurence - and continued to work on past dark. zowee.

ornimental doodad done early this morning. hyperfocused nearly the whole day yesterday. the present image archive is coming along but a lot of the images are placeholders, and i am dropping back to the print files which are larger and sharper. they should all be in place by the end of the weekend.

after about a year trying to come up with a bumper sticker that says it all i came up with a bumper sticker that says not all but as close to it as i can come. as an extreme intuitive i'm satisfied.

after this post i'm going to take a walk. my resistance to this is not easy to overcome, don't know why but it is.

i'll spend the day cleaning up image archive, making it super spiffy or whatever. slept like a log last nite, probably because after a sleepless night the night before i worked solid thru yesterday, sealing camper against rain and bringing 2 current projects to penultimate stage. i'm laying off piano and dobro practice for a few days, tendonitus (no spell checker) has kicked in.

one of those nights when sleep was scarce. i'm a little punchy at the moment. a couple more non-optional maintenance tasks and i may go back to bed.

i have taken the first jump into process of site transformation into gallery of sight and sound. click on "image archive" above - the circle upper left - and let me know if it works.

you'll need flash which i hope you have. the flash player on mac OS 9 doesn't play, but who uses it nowdays but me?

beautiful morning. maybe the endless summer is really over. i hope to have image gallery updated and a whole lot spiffier by the end of the day.

petrified kat. found during quasi-stroll.

looks like i'm stranded during labor day break. so i will back up and redo this site once and for all. or retreat into catatonia.

so this might be my last daily post i hope. if it were, what would i say?

the kulture is past the tipping point. all institutions world wide, the western model having spread everywhere, are corrupt and in place to serve greed, power, and blind control. we are all in great danger because of this. the ax could fall any day.

a good idea, human creation of workable forms of organizing effort, has degenerated into the criminal overworld, sleek, glossy and untouchable. this is a new development not encountered by the human denizen before.

it is also natural in that things, all things, change and develop into the novel and new. the unanticipated, the unexpected.

the reaction to this varies. denial, hypocrasy, head in the sand, rightous and helpless indignation, nihilism, hedonism, depression, running amuck.

toxic life, complete with bar-b-ques and powerball gizmos.

some retreat; some plunge over the tipping point. the rule of law morphs into elaborate rituals of nonsense. some attempt to use the instruments of the past to wake up. fear, felt or unfelt, rules.

digression: i wonder how much force and blackmail, the threat of death, is up and running in the small circles of power that assume they rule events. ie, are there any left in power in govt., corporate rulers who are in reality slaves to fear, who would like to break out but afraid of the consequences to thier lkife and livlihood? the takeover by the oligarchs must bother some who hang on by a thread to personal integraty but fear for thier existence and the existence of their families should they "rock the boat."

i am serious as a heart attack. rock the boat and you are kicked off. don't and the boat sinks.

remain in your cave quietly while giants roam the countryside pillaging. go out of the door and drive by power extinguishes another human.

the other day i ran across the statement that all tyrants seem to have the knack for manipulating symbols. i think "signs" is the more accurate word, but maybe not.

anyway to hell with it, let's get on with it. this too will morph.

good day yesterday got a lot of sadly neglected living maintainence chores halfway done. working on putting up pix that have appeared on these pages but are in no archive. too many twists and turns to the process to go into here. i think i have most of it working except for a "return to modern peasant" back button. i have chosen, natch, not the simplest way to do this. plan to add flas and mp3s. for now, see if it works.

happy birthday sister jane.

i'm revamping this site so you may see or not see anything here for the next week or so.

first order of business: the daily images i create to post to this thing have not been viewable in any archive since april. now they are, go here to see or re-see them. this is just one of many steps.

one thing about modern times is that those of us who fool around with making things that run on computers or the web are faced with no endpoint: we have to just keep rolling. they say no piece of art is ever finished, and neither is any piece of code, process, image etc meant to be seen on a computer monitor. after awhile it either becomes second nature to keep on keeping on or in frustration say to hell with the whole thing. neither position is satisfactory, but a whole lot about the nature of personal life, experience and time can be gleaned from this situation.

since i can't seem to upload pictures anymore, don't have the energy to figure out why, and have very little to say, it seems like a good time to pull the plug on this blog. it will be turned into a display for images, music and animation, but give me a little time. i'm going to take a nap first.

photo taken yesterday in the shady cool gloom of douglas waterfall. it may have been the hottest day of the year (again) but the air was clear, streams of cool flowing all about. what a relief.

got tired of that so i did this. i am going to stick w/ flash for awhile. had a great day in the woods, waterfall, maybe 30 minute drive, ditto walk. cool and shady. lots of pictures i haven't looked at yet.

comment of the day:
need feet on the street

piece of a watercolor that has been hanging on my wall for a long time. something called for me to "finish" it, you're looking at a close up of the result.

up early, a little of thisnthat. posting the above because you should hear it. recorded i think at carnagie hall when bob was around,,, 23 years old?

the good, the true, the beautiful (plato).

yow. i drew a small pencil drawing yesterday and it turned into german expessionist springtime while i wasn't looking.

foto taken last sunday.


since i am moving so slow, i'll find something to post here.

foto of great feast that took place at nicole's.

i'm back at the bunker. i only lost 2 things during trip, thermorest mattress and stainless steel thermos, both important and essential accoutrements of the homeless lifestyle. they are both at nicole's so i'll recover.

spent several days with children and grand children, glad to say all becoming their various selves nicely. but i tell you what, it is a crowd of individuals, a big crowd, real individuals, and i was definitely outnumbered, couldn't get a word in edgewise. which is ok because at this point i have little to say. except i lovem all.

i'm out here, back in a week.