30 April 2008
29 April 2008
That is all.
No, that's not all.
George W. Bush is the biggest sack of lying, hypocritical, festering, craptacular shit in the history of the Universe.
Now I'm done.
28 April 2008
27 April 2008
1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. No cheating!
2. Find page 123.
3. Find the first five sentences.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.
The book: The Venetian's Wife, by Nick Bantock.
Forgive my paternalism, but I do wish to give you a modicum of fatherly advice. The things you've learnt about yourself from the sculptures cannot be translated into words. They are physical memories that manifest themselves in your growing feelings for Marco.
That's not a bad teaser for the book, btw. It's one of the several I've received in the last couple weeks from people who are special to me, and I very much enjoyed it ... both the story and the illustrations.
Also, I can't live by your rules, man. I'm not tagging anybody this time.
26 April 2008
25 April 2008
23 April 2008
Happy Birthday, Master Shakespeare!
Proposéd, for thy consideration, most excellent Phriends:
A converse and a dialog,
Betwixt and 'tween us all
With potent potables, victuals
Our phriendships do enthrall.
What say ye all?
For those of you who may not know the context, Benedick and Beatrice have both been long sworn to the single life. But, thanks to the machinations of their friends, they have come to realize their love for each other - but ... well, I'll let the words speak for themselves:
BENEDICK: Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?
BEATRICE:[Unmasking] I answer to that name. What is your will?
BENEDICK: Do not you love me?
BEATRICE: Why, no; no more than reason.
BENEDICK: Why, then your uncle and the prince and Claudio
Have been deceived; they swore you did.
BEATRICE: Do not you love me?
BENEDICK: Troth, no; no more than reason.
BEATRICE: Why, then my cousin Margaret and Ursula
Are much deceived; for they did swear you did.
BENEDICK: They swore that you were almost sick for me.
BEATRICE: They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me.
BENEDICK: 'Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me?
BEATRICE: No, truly, but in friendly recompense.
LEONATO: Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.
CLAUDIO: And I'll be sworn upon't that he loves her;
For here's a paper written in his hand,
A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
Fashion'd to Beatrice.
HERO: And here's another
Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,
Containing her affection unto Benedick.
BENEDICK: A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts.
Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take
thee for pity.
BEATRICE: I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield
upon great persuasion; and partly to save your life,
for I was told you were in a consumption.
BENEDICK: Peace! I will stop your mouth. [Kisses her]
DON PEDRO: How dost thou, Benedick, the married man?
BENEDICK: I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of
wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour. Dost
thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? No:
if a man will be beaten with brains, a' shall wear
nothing handsome about him. In brief, since I do
purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any
purpose that the world can say against it; and
therefore never flout at me for what I have said
against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my
And a clip from the 1993 Kenneth Branagh version, containing the above lines:
22 April 2008
Your Score: Juniper Berries
You scored 100% intoxication, 25% hotness, 75% complexity, and 75% craziness!
You are Juniper Berries!
You're a drunk. No, really. Cool it with the hooch.
Just kidding. You're really good at adding flavour to boring old life. You can be astringent at times, but once the harshness passes, you're quite relaxing. And you smell good, too.
|Link: The Which Spice Are You Test written by jodiesattva on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test|
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(h/t to Samurai Frog)
Here’s The Deal:
Link to the person who tagged you (done. )
Post the rules on your blog (done. )
Write six random things about yourself.
Tag six random people by linking to their blogs.
Let each of the six know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment (on their blogs).
Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
And off we go....
1) I have sported a beard almost my entire life. Well, since puberty hit, anyway. The only times I haven't had a beard were the times when I worked in the food service industry.
2) My first vehicle was a 1972 Volkswagen Microbus Kampmobile. It was fully decked out, except for the pop-top sleeping loft. I loved the Bus, and drove the hell out of it. The best thing about it was the fact that I kept it stocked with "emergency" camping supplies, which meant I could, at any time, take off and go camping.
3) I love camping. See #2 above, and note that I live in a Winnebago RV now (and for the last 7 1/2 years.
4) In high school, I played every single brass instrument in band. (not all at once, you understand) In marching band, I played the baritone (freshmen year) and flügelhorn (soph, jr, sr years). In concert band I primarily played the euphonuim (baby tuba), but in my senior year I was part of a brass quintet, and played tuba, trombone and euphonium. And in the Spring Concert, I played french horn on one of the selections.
5) For two years I was part owner of, and ran, a head shop in Asheville, NC. I advertised in the local free weekly (Mountain Xpress). I normally would do a Top Ten reasons to shop at my store, and one week I added, at the bottom of the ad, "Ask about our naked shopper discount!" I never expected people would take me up on it. Silly me. Some people are quite exhibitionistic. And, yes, several people, both male and female, took advantage of the discount.
6) I am a big fan of hippie chicks. See #5 above.
CR tagged the people I would have tagged, so I'll just let anyone who reads this and wants to have at it.
21 April 2008
I have had, over the last week or so, four packages arrive in the mail. My neighbor, whose address I use for mail (since I live on his land and all), must wonder what is going on.
In the photo are 2 books, a bag of coffee, and a package (alas, now empty) of chocolates from Jen and 3 books (well, technically 5, as "one" of them is a packaged trilogy) from my sister.
Also, rumor has it that Linda is sending (or has sent or will soon be sending) me some cookies.
It's good to be the Bob!
20 April 2008
She said, "But they're useful, don't you think?"
"Meh," I replied.
She was persistent in her opinion, however, so I put it to you, my Dear Readers.
Sigh, I am well and truly put in my place. By an overwhelming margin, you have agreed with her. 10 out of 15 people said, "Yes", 1 said "No", 3 said "What are Labels?" and 1 said "Why would I navigate a site?". Why, indeed?
The list stays. And I thank you for your input.
19 April 2008
18 April 2008
My dad was the administrator of that orphanage for three years back in the late 1950's, and took that photo from a mountainside nearby. My family lived in Alaska for five years (back before I was born) and dad took thousands of slide photos. When I was little, I used to look at them all the time.
My next older sibling was about the same age in the photos as I was when looking at them, and, being brothers, we looked somewhat alike. For some reason, this convinced me that the li'l boy in the photos was me. Oh, yes, I insisted so. To the great amusement of my family.
Whenever we all get together now, it doesn't take long for one of them to ask me if I remember such-and-such from Alaska.
17 April 2008
The good news is that with things the way they are these days (housing market collapse, deep dissatisfaction with the direction the country is headed, etc., etc., etc.), that Republican target audience is pretty small, and Obama has a chance to become President. Further good news is Obama has invigorated young voters, with his Audacity of Hope and all.
But that scares me.
I suppose it's because I first became aware of politics during the Nixon Administration, but I have a pervading mistrust of politicians. All politicians. And I have a sinking feeling that Obama's words are no more than that - just words to help him get elected - as are the words of Hillary Clinton and, even more so, John McCain.
So what I'm afraid will happen is that all these first-time voters who are energized by Barack Obama will be permanently disillusioned by the entire political process when President Obama turns out (if, indeed, he does) to be no different than anyone who has occupied the White House in the last 30 years. Beholden to the wealthy and the corporations.
Of course, why should this generation be any different than previous ones?
What do you folks think?
16 April 2008
Alas, phriend of the blog Christina is sans internet at home tonight, and will not be able to join us. We'll just have to muddle through, somehow.
Such a pity, because I had stocked a big bottle of Jameson's. More for the rest of us, I suppose!
Beer and mixers in the creek, munchies on the table, and comments .....
15 April 2008
As if the first one wasn't bad enough.
UPDATED TO ADD: I forgot all about the fact that we heah in tha Souwth ah already occupied.
14 April 2008
Seriously. I can see - just barely - being duped by Viarga[sic] ads, and things like that, but this?
Am I supposed to think, "Oh, wow! Something in (presumably) Mandarin! It must be important!"
(*as ever, thanks to Mama Shakes, via her daughter Liss)
13 April 2008
12 April 2008
The trees are starting to green up around the Secret Lair (aka '73 Winnebago). In just a few weeks, that house in the background will disappear until next fall. If I remember, I'll take more photos from this same spot to show the progression.
Oh, there's a chance of snow showers here tomorrow night and Monday morning.
11 April 2008
in amongst all those vines and stuff on the right side of the flat area.
(oh, and that white lump on the ground is a sleeping - but very much alive - dog)
Look for future installments of this riveting work!!
10 April 2008
09 April 2008
It's another Wednesday, which means Phydeaux's Phriendly Phorum is on the air!
The creek is running cold tonight, so the beverages are extra chilled. I went to the store this morning, so munchies are plentiful. And the discussion is .... waiting for you!
So, have at it!!!!
It's nice to have all of you there in one place though.
And, I'll try to be more comment-y.
READERS! CHECK OUT ALL THE AWESOMENESS ON MY BLOGROLLS!
In ancient times, hundreds of years before the
dawn of history.
There lived a strange race of people...the Druids.
No one knows who they were, or what they were doing...
but their legacy remains...
hewn into the living rock of Stonehenge...
Anyway, after that, I went to the BBC site, to read all about the dig. Complete with video for each day, and an awesome interactive panorama.
Cool stuff. UPDATE: The BBC link is dead, but here's a good replacement.
08 April 2008
The people who lived there before GF and his family had the idea of raising beefalo (a cross between a cow and a buffalo) to sell to restaurants. So, they put up a four stand barb wire fence, with the lowest strand about 5" off the ground (apparently the beefalo were tiny?), and the top strand at about 3'.
The beefalo jumped this fence (they may have been tiny, but they could jump!), so they added chicken wire on the pasture side, to make it 4' tall. Then for some reason they added chicken wire to the outside of the fence as well (makes no sense to have two layers of chicken wire, but there it was.
Apparently none of the chicken wire did any good, because they then strung two lines of electric fence on the inside (which has long been disconnected). So the fence has four layers of wire to it.
[As an aside, GF's neighbor, who was born and raised next door, said that the beefalo continued to 'escape' and would have to be chased down and herded back regularly]
Oh, and then they planted English Ivy along the fence line, which has had at least ten years to grow and intertwine through all that fencing.
Do you have any idea how much of a pain in the ass it was to tear all that down? If you don't, picture the distance from your shoulder to the tip of your hand. That's easy. Now, picture the distance from the Earth to the Sun. About that hard.
Digging the postholes for the new split rail fence, which is absolutely not fun, was a comparative breeze.
Bob be a sore puppy.
07 April 2008
The complete transcript of his acceptance speech is here, and is definitely worth a read, but I'd like to quote a part of it here:
Temptation to co-option is the original sin of journalism, and we're always finding fig leaves to cover it: economics, ideology, awe of authority, secrecy, the claims of empire. In the buildup to the invasion of Iraq we were reminded of what the late great reporter A.J. Liebling meant when he said the press is "the weak slat under the bed of democracy." The slat broke after the invasion and some strange bedfellows fell to the floor: establishment journalists, neo-con polemicists, beltway pundits, right-wing warmongers flying the skull and bones of the "balanced and fair brigade," administration flacks whose classified leaks were manufactured lies - all romping on the same mattress in the foreplay to disaster.
Five years, thousands of casualties, and hundreds of billion dollars later, most of the media co-conspirators caught in flagrante delicto are still prominent, still celebrated, and still holding forth with no more contrition than a weathercaster who made a wrong prediction as to the next day's temperature. The biblical injunction, "Go and sin no more," is the one we most frequently forget in the press. Collectively, we don't seem to learn that all it takes to transform an ordinary politician and a braying ass into the modern incarnation of Zeus and the oracle of Delphi is an oath on the Bible, a flag in the lapel, and the invocation of national security.
Would that we had more like Mr. Moyers.
06 April 2008
The Moody Blues, "The Voice":
05 April 2008
Yesterday I posted my 8th grade class photo, with me in my overalls.
Since I still wear overalls occasionally, I took a picture of me now (okay, I actually took the pic yesterday) wearing my Tradesman clothes [Carhartt's].
NOTE: This is for comparison purposes only!
ALSO NOTE: My beard is not Gandalfian (glowing white), the sun came out just as the timer went off on the shot, and I had the camera set for cloudy.
(I'm still awesome, though)
04 April 2008
03 April 2008
I got an email from my Dad on Monday informing me that my Mom has been diagnosed with early-stage Alzheimer's disease.
As I said early-stage. And she's already been put on Aricept, which is supposed to slow the progression of the disease.
I knew what Alzheimer's was, but, since I've never had a close family member or friend who has it, I didn't know much more than what everybody knows. So I went here to find out. There's a link there where one can donate to research, if one is so inclined.
Also, Jen found a way that we can all help with research, as long as you have a computer (which, if you're reading this....).
02 April 2008
It's Wednesday, which means time for the Open Phorum Phyre!
Who's gonna show up this week? Only time will tell, I guess.
Beer and mixers? In the creek, chilling.
Munchies? On the picnic table.
Jug of Mtn. Dew (the real stuff, not the soda)? Behind that tree over there.
Comments? Waiting for you....
(*see my previous post for more on Lyle)
01 April 2008
Also, this video can't be embedded*, but was the first Lyle Lovett song I ever heard. I saw it done with Steven Wright doing the speaking part once, hi-larious!
(* thanks to my [beautiful] editor for correcting me on my spelling)
Today's forecast (just screen capped):
Current conditions (same):
Gee, thanks, NWS. Those of us who earn money outdoors, and therefore didn't work today because to the overwhelming chance of rain, are so bloody grateful!