MR. TAVENNER: The Committee has information obtained in part from the Daily Worker indicating that, over a period of time, especially since December of 1945, you took part in numerous entertainment features. I have before me a photostatic copy of the June... Read More
You might be interested in this crew.
Stupid name, fine musicians. I've seen them three times now and never been disappointed. I'd been thinking that Haigh's fiddle book would be useful, so I am ordering them now.
The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behing the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As... Read More
Why is it that movie directors like playing Donovan while people on screen do fucked up shit? Is it just all about the contrast?
I got to watch the Oregon Supreme Court hear oral arguments about a case this morning. It was pretty amazing. It was clear from the start that the Justices really liked one argument better than the other, so they tore the... Read More
I'm not well up on the Scottish thing - my family is Welsh (with occasional patches of Irish) but my son doesn't think of himself as anything other than English; which I find rather sad, really. (TBH, I was born in England, I've never lived anywhere else, and I speak no Welsh. So, you know, I can't claim Welshness. But I don't feel English.)
Thanks. I am trying very hard to set a civilized, thoughtful tone, even if I have to use dictatorial powers to do it at first. I think the group will become self-policing quickly. Meanwhile, I think there is a lot of good stuff there already.
I hate when you get done writing a post and then accidentally back out of it.
On thursday my group has torts until 8:00 at night and no classes on friday. People complain about the late class, but I kind of like it. It's a built in group of people to go to the bar with. So we went down to this bar under some... Read More
It's actually Toots and the Maytals. You'll always be just second best!
Actually, reggaemuffin points for even knowing who Peter Tosh is. I bet you're one of them smart fellers that thinks No Woman No Cry isn't about backstabbing, good-fer-nothin' ladies.
Also, while I'm wasting space in your comment section, I feel the need to respond to your lovely note on my last entry. The fact is, the stories where one of us ends up on fire are too commonplace to mention every little incident. Spitting out something I regard as clevel in retrospect, on the other hand, warrants a blog entry. To illustrate my point, on that very same trip, I had the tread melted off my boots (-20F outside, bonfire [which was lit via roman candle and gasoline soaked gloves from the preceeding chainsaw fiasco], poorly insulated boots. Was admiring the steam rising from my boots propped up by the fire when that steam turned to smoke, and then steam again as I dove into a snowbank feet-first).
Hello all.
Just put in to harbor.
It was one hell of a trip. The Albatross left New Bedford six months ago to hunt for makos in the southern seas. We hadn't been out for two weeks when the first mate seen some lights from atop the fo'c'sle and called the captain up. Now, old Captain Aubrey is a shrewd old dog, and he claps... Read More
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The... Read More
I read Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart a few weeks ago, and was treated to this poem for the first time. While I can't claim to be a devotee of Yeats (or any other poet, or poem producing entity), it gave me chills reading it, and reminded me of the dearth of poetry in my life.
Don't suppose you'd have any recommendations for a raffish boor such as myself, would you?
Sorry. 