The boys was sitting in a corner of the club one afternoon like they usually do,
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
You go on, no matter what, you try to stay alive,
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Chimes Of Freedom
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
|(from Dogger Gatsby's Dark Blue Notebook)|
Christmas, you say? It's not a matter of Humbug, it's just that I don't think anything of it. Nothing is very comfortable these days, but it doesn't matter because it cannot change. Things go on, but not forever.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
by John Gillespie Magee, Jr., 1941
Monday, December 15, 2008
|Another One of my Lazy Poems|
That woman, I swear, had hairs in her nose,
Sunday, December 14, 2008
In August 2006, Technorati found that the most linked-to blog on the Internet was that of Chinese actress Xu Jinglei. Chinese media Xinhua reported that this blog received more than 50 million page views, claiming it to be the most popular blog in the world.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
"The Day The Earth Stood Still" seems to be taking a bad beating, from amateurs and pros alike, so far. I haven't seen it, but the original was always one of my favorites, and I have little expectation of a movie that stars the most witless shit of a non-acting actor possible, Keanu Reeves. Well, unless they'd hired that weird comic homunculus, Jack Black!
Friday, December 12, 2008
It snowed here yesterday, only a few inches, yet a thing that seldom happens in Southeast Texas. I only remember it snowing once around here when I was a kid--at least only once that was enough for snowballs and snowmen! I've grown too old to give much of a hoot for the snow by now, but it was an interesting sight, especially since I didn't have to get up early and go anywhere on the icy roads. In fact I didn't even have to go outside, though I did, but only briefly. Now we'll wait to see how many plants keel over and die from all this extreme exposure.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
I don't remember being aware at the time (2005) that I'd been quoted (only a paragraph about the author, John Fowles) by the BBCwhich just goes to show that everything that happens (even on the infernal Internet) doesn't always show!
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Sometimes I see you have become
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Take a long goodbye
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
When it hurts to be alive, what do you do? Is death the primary option or are there more? I ponder it, but reach no conclusion. What if death is no surcease of pain or discomfort? What if one's mental agony goes on? Should I write a novel about it? How could that ever be of interest? I suspect it's all been done. There's not, and never has been, anything more boring than descriptions of such cold discomfort--at any rate, I can't imagine it.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
I don't know when Bombay became Mumbai, but I was unaware of it until I saw on TV that it was being blown to hell. I'm never up to date on these changes in geography--I was already embarrassed enough about Burma's change to Myanmar, and there's no telling what other name changes have occurred since I paid attention to countries that I never set foot in. Of course, I've never been to Canada, but I'd probably notice if they renamed it Arthritis or Calaban or something. After all, it's almost close enough for me to trip over, though I guess for a Texan like me that's a statement that would be more true of Mexico.
A quick review of Internet sites indicates that "Bombay" goes back to the 16th century when the Portuguese arrived, but that in 1996 the official name was changed to one by which the local population had long called their city. (Therefore, suck it up, American and other foreigners!)
In any case, I'm sorry that such terror has come to India. Terror has been there before, of course, not to mention death and destruction. I've always liked India. I've always liked their citizens, though mostly in the guise of Ghandi and other famous persons one knows from History, movies, or TV; I've hardly known any living citizens of India, although the few I've known in person (who worked or attended school at the university where I was employed as Ratcatcher-Exterminator) were likeable, too. So, too, were the Chinese, Arabs, and persons of other national origin I met at Mosquito University!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
What does Axl Rose have to do with China, democracy, or Dr. Pepper? Why would I ever, no matter what, care about such total crap?
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I'm a bit nonplussed by this notion of the "followers" that Blogger recently introduced. I already use Bloglines to do my "following" of other blogs and those who are interested were mostly already following me in some manner. How this Follower crap improves things, I cannot guess. No doubt, it is explained somewhere, but it doesn't look all that interesting. Possibly hundreds of years could pass before I'd get that curious. I believe in curiosity, I think it's a good thing. But we don't need to be curious about Everything, do we? I thought not.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Feeble, fible, fable and all,
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Reading recently about a young man who committed suicide online and who was variously encouraged and discouraged to complete his mission by gawkers, I took a few minutes to look up suicide sites or at least sites that mention suicide on the Internet. Some teenagers make "pacts" to commit suicide, just as they agree with one another to do other weird things. What should they do, they're teenagers. I remember some "odd" things I did when I was a teenager, none of them seriously murderous or self-destructive or even self-abnegating. I was just crazy, and full of piss and vinegar. Me and some other guys were going to have windbreakers printed up with a bit of Dylan lyrics imprinted on the backs, but we never did it. Finally I took a Magic Marker to the windbreaker I already owned and wrote on it:
It's not so cold a day as before, though my fingers still get cold too easily. My podiatrist offered the other day to give me a circulation test (don't ask me!), so that's scheduled, for tomorrow, I think--it's written down on my calendar. It's free, he said, so that sounds good, I guess, though I can't help wondering why neither he nor my GP ever bothered to think of it before now. I have always complained of being cold, especially my extremities. Well, we'll see. If it's anything that bears repeating, I might even tell you here. But probably it's another one of those loads of crap that don't amount to much beyond the advertising. I hate advertising.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
It's so goddamn cold out here in my study. I never keep enough heat on or else none at all. All the plastic computer parts get so cold and stay that way mostly. Sometimes I use a hairdryer to warm things up, but it doesn't last. I've leaving now.
Friday, November 21, 2008
If you ONLY could let the management of General Motors, Ford, Etc. go down the toilet and straight to hell without taking the jobs of so many employees, direct and indirect, I'd be all in favor of it. Who has ever been more worthy of hatred than the big American car makers? Maybe it's not even the wrong thing to let all those jobs go to hell, too, but I can't claim to know that! I'm not certain how one would be in the position to know the situation that well. God knows, maybe--but the rest of us are just egotistical shits (whether we're on TV or not), as usual!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
If I could doodle you well enough,
Sunday, November 16, 2008
|Further Scribbles From His Early 1990's Notes|
I wish I had more connection to people these days, but it isn't so and it doesn't seem likely to be forthcoming. I'm just here and I'm just me--not more attractive than I used to be, not more tolerant of others, not reaching out any further than what you may see at first brief glance here. If it's a hard existence or a long sentence, it's a self-imposed one and there's little likelihood of talking my way out of it or into any other frame of mind. There will probably be no suddenly growing an appealing puppy-dog tail that I could wag. What about YOUR tail--who will be crowing over that?
Saturday, November 15, 2008
NASA astronauts to drink their own urine today...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Take a look forward
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Edith Wharton: "There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there's only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make up your mind not to be happy there's no reason why you shouldn't have a fairly good time."
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Hey Jude Beatles
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Thursday, November 06, 2008
I was reading a reprint of an article today from the Christian Science Monitor how one of Barack Obama's favorite books is "Team of Rivals", a book detailing Abraham Lincoln's style of administration during the Civil War. That was a book I enjoyed very much, both the writing and the portrait of Lincoln that Doris Kearns Goodwin painted. Lincoln was a very great man, but it is to be hoped that other men, sometimes even lesser men, can benefit from an admiration of his style of "keeping his enemies close", of being "inclusive". Many in Lincoln's cabinet were the exact same men who had vied with him for the republican nomination and had pretty thoroughly disrespected him, behind his back and to his face! They did not immediately decide to be agreeable to Lincoln even after becoming members of his cabinet--for a while, there was just too much Ego in the room!
I find it encouraging that President-elect Obama admires Lincoln in that regard. Of course, it's easier to admire such greatness than it is to emulate it, so I won't be holding my breath or holding my water or anything else. Nonetheless, I might actually start to believe that such grandeur is still POSSIBLE these days, and that would be a very great thing in itself.
Below is the article from the Christian Science Monitor:
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
Sunday, November 02, 2008
I never paid all that much attention to Terkel, but I've heard him talk now and then. Lately I've listened to him on the Internet even more now that he's died. Well, he had to die some time, didn't he, and he didn't exactly die young. 96 is a pretty good age. I'm sorry he couldn't live to see the end of the Presidential election like he wanted. But, really, there is no good time to die, I'd imagine. He always said that his epitaph would be that "curiosity didn't kill this cat!" As far as I could see, he always had curiosity, though, and it hadn't stopped even in his ninety-sixth year! An amazing and likable man!
When I had to buy a new mouse the other day, I was only vaguely aware of it having an additional button (new to me). It's on the top left edge (center) of the mouse and it turns on and off a magnifier. The magnification is of only one power, though the box itself can be continuously adjusted from small to nearly as large as the screen. It reminded me of a conversation I had long ago when I was griping about small print and various people advised me about the View-Text sizing. I do sometimes use the View to enlarge things, but the magnifying button is pretty cool when I encounter the Internet equivalent of "fine print" in legal documents or medicine labels where it's just a small message, not the whole screen, that's way too fucking small. The button is very useful, though it is hard to get used to and not be turning it on and off without intending to do so! I'm sure there's web sites and magazines that have reported this and other technical crap to the max, but apparently I never go there! I had no idea there was such a button. Not a bad thing, though!
Saturday, November 01, 2008
I dreamed I saw you in a passing car
Friday, October 31, 2008
He was a burgeoning misfit and sinking morass,
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I was offline for about a day because my second effort to clean my mouse killed it! The fact that I've cleaned mice previously doesn't matter much, evidently, because it froze up and wouldn't show any sign of life. I was going to consult my nephew about it (he might still have my optical mouse that travelled to his house), but he was out of town, so I broke down and bought a new one. It's not as if they're expensive. I paid $20, but there were $10 ones! Considering how much gunk I found in the mouse that just died, I think I'm pretty happy to be back with an optical mouse, not to mention a new one! This Microsoft bugger sure does move fast comparatively! I keep running right off the screen.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I knew a girl, I didn't know her very well,
Saturday, October 25, 2008
While riding as a passenger in a car the other day, I was jarred by an unexpected speed bump and exclaimed "Goddamn", as I am (at the least) wont to do at any significant provocation. The driver bit my head off for it (exclaiming "That didn't hurt you!"), apparently forgetting for a minute what decades have passed since the 1950's when nobody except auto mechanics (like my father) ever said bad words. I'm not in favor of teaching "bad language" to children, but anybody who can drive a goddamn car is way too old and experienced (I would have thought) to try to crush me for that particular sin.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
I answered 2 or 3 other easy-as-pie questions on Blogger Help Group since Monday, but my energy level is pretty low about it. I don't have nearly as much commitment or obsession as I used to have. Well, we'll see. Some things fade away in life, whether they be lovers or just loved things.
Monday, October 20, 2008
I answered some silly question (easy one) on Blogger Help Group today, the first one I've answered in a couple of months. All the other questions seemed to require some thinking on my part, so I didn't answer any of them. Maybe my habits have changed at last and I can't get back in the habit of being a Blogger knowitall? It could be. Just a tainted, water-damaged, rusty old Blog*Star ready for the garbage heap. Let it rain on me. It doesn't hurt, though, so what does it matter?
Sunday, October 19, 2008
IN THE DREAM I BURNED IT ALL
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
|Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950). |
Spoon River Anthology. 1916
I HAD fiddled all at the county fair.
|Fabulous Dead Pop Singers|
If I left out any good ones, feel free to list your own and I might add them to the list. If I don't like them very much, though, it won't matter to me how famous they were. I notice I didn't list many blues singers--although I may like some of them very much, I am not conscious of thinking about the dead buggers as great singers.
p.s. OK, so I left out Frank Sinatra, but I despise that Las Vegas scuz and his lame efforts to speak like the black musicians he worked with.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
|by W.H. Auden|
As I walked out one evening,
Monday, October 13, 2008
|Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950). Spoon River Anthology. 1916.|
I LEANED against the mantel, sick, sick,
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
|Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950). Spoon River Anthology. 1916. |
Among the things disturbed or zapped by Hurricane Ike seems to be my cordless phone I used out here in the study. I bought that AT&T phone sometime before 1988--so it's ancient. I remember I paid something like $150 for it and didn't mind it, it seemed like such a fine new toy to me at the time! Nowadays, they are as common as dirt and nearly as cheap. All the fancy phones are in the house these days, so I bought the cheapest one I could find at WalMart (less than $10) and it seems to be perfectly good. It seems like it's even better in some ways because it's smaller and lighter. I have no real use for cell phones, so all their lightweightness and smallness has not much intruded into my life, but I can see how they too have reached a premium stage of existence for those who have to carry them around.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I'm not sure when it became permissible to put one's God and one's militaristic leanings into a single pot and stir them together, but certainly there was no one during the Civil War who didn't believe that God was on his side and would help smite the enemy! (What a bunch of jerks we are!)
Monday, October 06, 2008
I think about things every day that aren't even important to me, so how much less (I figure) is it to you? This is just one of them, I'd say--not more, not less--even if it's wearing steel-toed boots and a mauve tutu without any bra or panties.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Nothing Was Delivered
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Friday, October 03, 2008
Thursday, October 02, 2008
I had to start wearing a few of my long-sleeve shirts this past week. Whether the warm weather is "all over" here in Texas or not, it at least starts to feel like it's not quite hurricane season, and you know that can't be bad! I even turned the bathroom heater on this morning and it's hard to remember when I did that last. I think last winter was so tolerable (to me) that I almost never turned it on. That's always the oddest odor, though, the smell of the past year's dust burning off of the heating element--for a moment or two before realizing what it is, I panic.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
|Dog Eat Dog|
Even after the Depression, most people had survived, though I'm not sure so many of them had so far to fall as would currently be the case. The rich have always been rich, but the successful middle class has never been so large or felt themselves so entitled to something perpetually better. I can only barely recall life without TV or air conditioning! When have we ever done without anything? We would all have such a long way to fall, and then we'd all land in a heap on top of one another. We wouldn't know who we should kill or who we should eat.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
You ever look at yourself and feel like it looks like someone else? I never have out-of-body experiences, but I do have this experience (see my photo in sidebar).
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Blow your brains out, blow your cigar,
Monday, September 22, 2008
I've been whispered down the turnpike,
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Seems like I spent forever this morning waking up, getting dressed, getting to the computer. Only my usual 60 to 90 minutes, though. I can barely recall the details of how when I was younger, I'd wake up ten minutes before I was due at work when I lived at least 15 minutes away! I'd drive there, somehow, in a coma. These days I'm lucky if I can feel my fingertips well enough to button my shirt.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
On top of having no cable TV, we can't get the daily paper at present because we have no box for it. The box for the paper was attached below the mail box, which is also gone. If you want those details, I include them below.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Got home to a mess, though not as bad as Hurricane Rita. Detail later, if I ever catch my breath! I'm sure it was worse for many thousands of evacuees, but it's always hard when you're sick.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Gustav missed us, but here comes Ike. This is really the first bad season since Rita was so destructive here, and before Rita, we'd had it pretty light for a long long time. I'm becoming a nervous wreck just watching the weather news.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
|Is Everything The Same?|
Now it was before the final assassin came
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
I can't believe I had so much stuff packed for the hurricane; when I unpacked it, it seemed like three times as much! I must own too much stuff, that's all I can think! I'm back, and I wish I had stayed. Gustav made us all work, but didn't work much damage around here! That's good, but I' so tired I can't see straight. Wish I could hire someone else to do this shit!
|Like A Rolling Stone|
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Saturday, August 30, 2008
I got some invite from someone about Twitter. I don't know what Twitter is, don't know what they "do so well" that they themselves brag on without surcease, and I don't want to know what or who they are. I was more concerned to hear that Shelfari has been bought up by Amazon! But that too pales beside the impending Hurricane Gustav! Shit, I gotta get out of here! Evacuation is likely to be mandatory by tomorrow morning.
Friday, August 29, 2008
|Modern Times or Modern Plagiarism?|
Before I went off and bought Bob Dylan's "Modern Times" album a few weeks ago, I'd heard most of the songs on the Internet and I'd quickly read a few reviews online, from Rolling Stone and so forth. I think it was RS that kept identifying bits of music or lyrics that were derivative or stolen from specific other old songs.
Actually, I have more sympathy for unconscious thieves of bits of song or literature. I often think of some great line, then realize it's something I remember from some song or book! Long ago, I had a line I liked a lot, "a foggy knight in mourning", that I thought I'd use in a poem some day until reality crashed down on my head and I realized that "A foggy night and morning" is the name of the last chapter in Thomas Hardy's "Far From The Madding Crowd". That rained on my parade. Or something! Now that I think of it, wasn't Joe Biden (democratic candidate for vice president) accused of plagiarism about 20 years ago when his eventual defense was the same as mine, that he'd forgotten where the line came from! Politicians and poets, who can you trust?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
No commentsit's so sad. Guess I'd go kill myself if I could be neat about burying myself afterward. Guess I could go find a giant construction sitea new dam or somethingwhere I could jump into the concrete. I'd be dead, I'd be buried, and I wouldn't stink up the place any more! The rest of you morons could go on like nothing had ever changed, at least until it's time for you to jump into the soup. Everybody's got some soup waiting for them somewhere, whether it's concrete, salt water, or minestrone.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
|The Kennedys Go On|
I didn't watch Ted Kennedy's appearance at the Democratic Convention, but I'm sorry I didn't. I notice on the Internet his relatives are all saying how "unbelievably well" he's doing despite his medical treatments for brain cancer. I hope that estimate is all true, but you know, that's just what the Kennedy family is always like. If the assassinated President Kennedy had lasted a couple of days instead of mere hours, they would all have been putting a positive spin on the worst possible scenario.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
|Actually, I liked "The White Album" More|
I didn't necessarily read all the "liner notes" that accompanied the CD issue of various old records or, if I did, have not retained them very well. I was poking through those CD liner notes for "Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" earlier today. Once again, I was reading too fast, but not entirely skimming! Some interesting facts did impinge on my ancient brainfor one, that the recording took a total of 700-plus hours as compared to the first Beatles album which took less than 600 minutes. Big shots all across Britain, Europe, and America must have been shitting their pants over that investment. After all, if time is money, so time pissed away is money pissed away!!! (Besides, who were all those goddamn people?)
p.s. Of the top 10 on the above list, the Beatles had three albums, Bob Dylan two, and the Rolling Stones had one.
I get meaner and less worthy of sympathy as I go along. I'm just making an observation, you don't have to jump up and declare that you still sorta like me! I'd probably question your heritage and doubt your synaptic integrity if you did!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Won't these goddamn Olympics ever end? I haven't been watching them intentionally because nobody's forced me to watch, not exactly. But it's on the news so often and all the talk show mavens are "talking" about it in their usual aimless, pointless manner (as if it's better than sex) that it seems to me like it's "on" day and night, sixty minutes an hour! I have never so badly wished that somebody would drop nuclear bombs on China! Now would be a good time.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
If you subscribe or even if you don't, beware of my poems' first editions, for they are sometimes revised 3 times in the first 30 minutes.
I had hardons in my life
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I'm going to start calling you futzers by name! I don't know what good in the world it will do me, but I'LL DO IT! That'll fix you, Fred! You too, Helen of Fucking Mergetroyd! And all you stupid gits from the Teeney Weeney Penis-waving British Petunia Bros. Band! Everybody knows what you are, and all those buxom girls helping you put on your disguises one trouser-leg at a time, too! And Charlotte Rae, with that big sexy hair, we miss you so!
Among the Bob Dylan songs I've "listened to" lately on the Internet Youtubes was one I hadn't paid close attention to in a long time. I found that "Desolation Row" is still a terrific, terrifying frightfest of dark images that paints us all into a very tight corner.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I was talking about my cool and uncool grandfathers. It is odd that the cool grandfather was married to the uptight grandmother, a strict and rigorous and Bible-beating woman! And the uncool grandfather was likewise married to his own opposite, a woman who at least tried to consider the difficulties in the world and the differences in people.
Monday, August 18, 2008
"You might have to start kissing up to your relations and your friends so you won't get eaten by your cats."