One year ago today: January 29, 2016, house-hunting results.
Five years ago today: January 29, 2012, over-complicated “service plans”.
Nine years ago today: January 29, 2008, experimenting with routers.
Random years ago today: January 29, 2013, Discovery magazine has taste.
Here’s Miranda Lambert, or at least used to be. Yeah, I’m going to give her tune “Momma’s Broken Heart” the full bass solo treatment. I can match her vocals for key and timbre and this one is so unexpected it’ll blow the audience away. I like to catch them off guard like that. The real challenge was getting that plinking guitar sound at the intro and a few other licks and special effects. But the rest of the song is a bass polka with two chords, Em and B. It’s a challenge because in no way do the lyrics match the bass, but I’m already experimenting with double-stops during the chorus.
Not able to find any reading material, I dozed off and missed my plan for a big Saturday night out. Something tells me to get used to that. It was still cold and I threw a light blanket over my shoulders for just a moment. And didn’t wake up until 3:00 this morning. It was still biting cold but the sound woke me up. The sound of cold rain. I haven’t seen cold rain since I left Seattle. In Florida, cold usually means no rain. I had to suit up and go throw the tarps over the motorcycles. How about that, you move 200 miles and the climate changes. I’m informed that in the spring, it rains every day. And don’t panic when a cat jumps out of the sidecar in the dark.
Owens Valley, California.
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Mr. Trump, you know what you could do to achieve immortality? Attack these telemarketers and put them out of business. These no-call list people are not doing their job because I still get two or three of these interruptions a month. That sucks, since all the calls originate from a few small and easily identified operators. The fact they are still around hints the enforcers are on the take. The tactics of the marketers now are to call you and pretend they didn’t know you were on the list or to claim they doing a survey. Don, you need to crack down on this nonsense. Zero tolerance, and give the law some teeth.
As for the Muslim ban, we feel safer already. It isn’t really a ban, it is an opportunity for these religious fanatics to handle the problem at source. That’s why I watched the movie “Munich”; early in the plot it began to present the Palestinian point of view. That the land of Israel belongs to them. By the same logic, south Broward should belong to me, because I rented a place there for fourteen years. It does not matter that the people who own it today have receipts that they legitimately bought it from the people who owned it before. Because they bought it with borrowed money that was not available to me. That makes it my ancestral homeland.
[Author’s note: see, Wallace, logic is fun (see last paragraph), as long as you don’t think too hard and stick with pre-conceived notions. Talking to that guy was useless, because his sole defense was to imply you were just too dumb to follow his “logic”, although in fairness after meeting his daughter, there is every chance he was not consciously aware he was doing it. That’s still no excuse, but if it runs in the family, what can you do? Well, here’s proof I can follow that kind of logic any time. It’s just that since I left sixth grade, I habitually chose not to.]
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Work with me here, I’m trying hard to make these entries interesting if not informative. I eventually had to slow down and besides, this cold weather takes getting used to after all these years. These are tarps over the motorcycles, which I’ll explain in a moment if you’ll just be patient. The trained observer will note there must not have been any wind at the time. Or you would not have seen me out there.
Say here it saves “days of tedious scraping”, so you have my attention. It says it penetrates old paint and bonds it to the surface below, preventing peeling and cracking”. Friend! At $35 per gallon, it’s worth a try.
Next, we see yet another repulsive display of the American ruling class, the television media. They have still not accepted their loss. Dear newspaper barons: there has been a palace revolt and you are only in power until the new administration gets its affairs in order. The media is making a big issue of the upcoming visit with the Prince of Wales, who they point out is a champion of global warming. After all, these non-elects like to prove they are attached to something. Anyway, the concern is that Trump will “blow up” if there is controversy on this topic.
Well, the solution is simple. These Brits pride themselves on diplomacy, right? If we ignore those two world wars they caused with it, here’s their big chance for a showy display. They don’t bring up global warming and we overlook their collapsed empire and their imploded economy. Here’s a real opportunity for Mr. Prince-man to keep ye royal trap shut. Show that you can accept defeat a little more gracefully than the New York Times, who still wallow in the depths of denial.
“I find it ironic that the colors red, white, and blue stand for freedom
until they are flashing behind you. .”
Ha, by 4:30PM and wide awake, I can fake the Lambert tune, including the riffs. Hit ‘em with that, I got ten bucks says the last thing the crowd is expecting is a dude to sing that tune as a bass solo. No, I don’t change gender lyrics, that’s for shitty rookies who fantasize that the song expresses the way they feel instead of the audience. So much the better if I had an acoustic with me. But I’m up against two generations of Guitar Center indoctrinates who know that acoustic should never be lowered to the status of a backup instrument—and certainly not to back up a bass, for that would be the Millennial guitarist’s ultimate humiliation.
PS: My wildflower garden is happening without my help. One corner of the soil I spread is beneath the birdfeeder. And they are sloppy eaters. Don’t ask what’s growing yet, all young seedlings look pretty much alike to me. Here’s a picture, try your luck. The majority of the food in the feeder is sunflower seeds, known to be a red cardinal favorite.
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