Hey Kids! Lets Make A Band!

For Your Sunday Amusement!

As you know, some of us like to play a game where certain phrases just seem to be great for a band name.  Yesterday there was Esoteric Fancies and Vinyl Trousers!

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How about this, just for fun?   Each of us could discover somewhere in the online environment a Band Name.  Then we could decide what genre of music this band plays, how they are costumed, and anything else you could think of about them!

Ahem, these characters really existed.  This was one of your correspondent's all time favorites.  

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And, also just for fun, I have an old band related true story.

My middle daughter was dating this guy who had a small band and they got a gig at a frat house in Seattle's university district.  DD was going to this one, and for some forgotten reason they wanted me to go also!!  At a frat party.....me!  lol

The funny part is that during the evening's festivities a girl came up to me and asked me if I was the chaperone.  I got to deliver with a straight face the line.."Lord no!  I'm with the band."   heh heh

By the time we left the floor was an inch deep in beer.  Everything you hear about frats is true.

Once The Night Horses Left Me

Personal Pronouns VS Time and Eternity.... 

As I was brushing my teeth this morning, you know how you start thinking while that is going on?  Esoteric fancies began stretching their muscles in what I imagine to be my mind.  I noodled on the sense that each time I brush my teeth, or clean the cat box, or whatever, there is a sensation of having always been brushing my teeth.  Now, in reality I guess its thousands of separate incidents.  I sense them as I, Me and Mine.  lol.  Yeah.

I wonder if by not thinking in those terms, it all becomes less connected to self.  I wonder if we have more of a sensation of timelessness, if we are not so personal about it all?  Do you see where this is leading me?  

Perhaps in  Eternity, which I know we experience a taste of now, there are no personal pronouns?  Except the Eternal I Am.

Well, all of this is before coffee!  Now please let me know what you think.

What if there came a day in the world when no one used the pronouns "I, Me, My, or Mine?"

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Band name of the day:  'Frozen Ego'

How about one day of less ego and a bit more love?  The idea came that maybe the current world would be a better place if the self was made secondary to the needs of our neighbor.  So what better way to drive the point home than to eliminate a few pesky critters from our vocabulary?  Perhaps we've misplaced the old Golden Rule. That beautiful rule which turns up the frequency on peace, love, and goodness, and brings us closer to the footsteps of our Master and to God.

Shall WE  give this little thought/expression experiment a try? Who knows, maybe it will start a trend and help usher in a new economy, where the currency of life will be love and praise.

These are the guidelines for today :

No comments with the pronouns "I, Me, My, or Mine," which have been temporarily added to the banned list on Disqus. Any that happen to slip through will be moderated out of existence. 

Feel free to MEow all you want!

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"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." -Jesus Christ

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"All I can hear

I me mine, I me mine, I me mine

Even those tears

I me mine, I me mine, I me mine

No one's frightened of playing it

Everyone's saying it

Flowing more freely than wine

All through the day

I me mine"

-George Harrison

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-LoneStar Neanderthal

Winds of Change Are Upon Us

What we like has nothing to do with it. 

 Mark 4:39-41

And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea "Peace!, Be still!"  And there was a great calm.  He said to them, "Why are you so afraid?  Have you still no faith?" And they were filled with great fear and said to one another "Who then is this, that even the wind and sea obey him?"

We know who he is.  Right.  So, we can say to our fears "Peace! Be still!"

Now I better go locate some of that hot brown solution....lol!

Its All Good The Kids Say

 A very fine good morning to all.  I thank you once again for being here.

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Apparently we are all dealing with summer weather and a very odd time in history.  Its not really in my mind to say what has already been said so ably elsewhere.  I only note it.

I went out into the just light to check on my little box of holy basil that I have growing out there.  I got the soil too wet but they seem to be prospering.  I need to thin the crowd.  Too many seedlings.  I guess I will eat them. lol

It was cool out there, nice fresh air.  Nobody stirring this Wed. morning.  Not even the chickens next door.

Onward.  

Bet you didn't expect the Monkees!   teehee

Heh, picture in picture.  Morgenlicht.  

Better Go Fire Up That Coffee Dripper...

 Yes, OK, its nasty but I miss them.  I like a contemplative smoke in the AM.

This is supposed to be our hottest day to date this year.  Time to get the fans and that window AC box upstairs.  (I'd watch out for that closet...er, whatever, there!)

I don't have even as much as usual to say.  Just thinking.  I was thinking about philosophy.  Is it not there to solve problems?  We have a problem of how to think about some situation, say our existence, and need a way to deal with it mindfully.

It was one of those weird nights when you try to sleep, but the lights are not completely out.  Semi-sleep.

Oh Boy! Here It Comes! *Summer Heat*

 I must say that for me a good deal of the sound of the late 60s was The Rascals.  Just nice and happy.  First time on my own.  I really liked that.

So they say that today will be the start of our hot days for this year.  I don't like it very much but its reality, and its not Texas!!! lol

 Today I purpose to rise above what my youngest calls my Southern Gothic tendencies.  I have a dour side I inherited from my people.  Maybe they had good reasons.  But its always a decision isn't it?  Dry my tears and look around.  Where we find ourselves is beyond, so far beyond the boring concepts we grew up with.  Or at least I did.  I don't speak for anyone else.

Here we are.

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I Sat Up In Bed, da dum, da dum, First Thing My Head Said Was Chokecherry

 WHY?

Mine is not to question why, its to consider the thing.

https://www.wildflower.org/plants/result.php?id_plant=PRVI

Its in the rose family and apparently, though very bitter, you can make jelly out of the juice of these things.

Is my Lord telling me something about bitterness?

Oh, you can also make a liqueur out of them.  Who knew?

How To Avoid Cooking, But With Cookie Recipes!

Its really just my little joke.  We all know how to avoid cooking.  Haunt the deli, or McDonald's or order out a lot.

More to the point, Cookies.  Lonestar called it last night.  We can all meet at the plate of cookies, and clean up the darn kitchen later.

Long ago, when all the world was young, and very hip, we were attending an Episcopalian church in Seattle that was part of the PNW's Jesus movement.  One time I helped all the old girls put together a church cookbook. Yep. Full of secret recipes and all that stuff old girls cook.  Anyhow, my most favorite cookie recipe is in there.  I change it a little.  I use butter, not shortening like that one old girl used.

 Dorothy is gone now, but I thank her.

Dream A Little Dream

 A rough wake up today.  This garden photo really made me stop and imagine how pleasant it would be to have a little garden again.  

You nice people always lift my heart, so here we go, Friday.  Amazing.  July nearly over.

And because it never fails to amuse me:

Everybody Talks About It, But Nobody Does A Thing About It

 weather, man.  One of those things we actually interface with,

on a daily basis.

ephemeral touch.

today will be mostly clear they say, might hit 70 degrees.

if I could, i would send it along to you.

John 3:8

The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.

Considering A Road Trip in September

My usual traveling culprit has a couple weeks off from the lab in September and is hot to hit the open road.  So I have to decide if I can and if I should take off out of here for a couple of weeks.  

YKW would rather be scrobbled and whipped with a twenty pound salmon than get stuck in the car with us for two weeks, so he is happy to stay here and feed the cats and hangout doing whatever it is men do when they are hanging out at home. It will involve my big computer heavily.

So many roads beckon.  Anyplace in the Southwest is always good.  I feel happy in a desert.

Chicago was good too.

I have never tried to make a post on my phone but I am pretty sure it can be done.

More Fun Than I Deserve, 101st Post...Good Heavens!

 I must say that over here in the nosebleed section of The Corner, HT GW, its been a privilege and a delight to host all your brilliant and highly entertaining remarks.

Isn't life here on earth fun and a mystery?  

Thank you guys.

The Things That Remain

 This morning the theme I was given was "the things that remain".  OK.  I better look it up and see where that common phrase comes from.

Well, it comes from Revelations 3.

1“To the angel of the church in Sardis write: These are the words of the One who holds the seven Spirits of God and the seven stars. I know your deeds; you have a reputation for being alive, yet you are dead. 2 Wake up and strengthen what remains, which was about to die; for I have found your deeds incomplete in the sight of My God. 3Remember, then, what you have received and heard. Keep it and repent. If you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know the hour when I will come upon you.…

A serious message, and I sure think its appropriate for the American church.

PS, I am totally fascinated by the seven Spirits of God and the seven stars.  I am surprised to notice that I had not really pondered those words before.  

All of these transcendent images are objects of wonderment.  I do wonder.

The Gates Of Eden

Excuse me while I use Dylan for my text!

                    

"At dawn my lover comes to me

And tells me of her dreams

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse

Into the ditch of what each one means

At times I think there are no words

But these to tell what's true

And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden"

I have been beset by this song all night.  Perhaps I was trying to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what it means.

The Whole World Says OK, Hi and Bye

 One of the things I noticed in people's speech when I was traveling in Europe with my daughter was that they all say "OK" for agreement, "hi" when they meet you, and "bye" when you part.

I wondered if it was because we are Americans.  But then I noticed the same thing even on tv and movies.  Not a big deal.  But it does go towards the idea that American English is the universal language, more or less, of planet Earth.

I like to think about words.  One of the reasons I miss Rocketride so much is that he was a word nerd too. 

I got to thinking about my use of OK when talking online.  I think it could sound abrupt, clipped, maybe a bit dismissive?  But I wanted to say that when I say OK, its altogether cheerful.  We have this figured out.  You got this.  Its like a little grin in typeface.

I wonder if MM noticed any of this in Saudi.  I did notice some of it in Israel.

My head is better, no shiny crinklies in my vision. 

            What A Ride it been so far!   Buckle up for more!

Pet Names, A Mostly Harmless Human Predilection

I am too lazy to write the science fiction story I was thinking of, right now.  I will tell you however where my mind was playing around.  It occurred to me that there might be people so smitten with technology and so ignorant that they imagined they could put their smart phone against their owies and that the "waves" of signal would cure the sick!  Still kicking a short plot around.  I was also imagining that maybe there would be a secret phone number or app that you could turn on for this healing!  Crazy baby!  

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Don't we all have our own names for people and cars or whatever?  I sure did and do.  My poor kids had all kinds of names.  

Burger, Mouse, MeGee, Tud, Biddicker Woo Woo, Roonie, Schmammal. Griz.

I had a cat I called Botulism.  I call the old man Teebo.

One of my grampas called me Buzilla and the other one called me Petruska! lol

You get the idea.  Doesn't everyone do this?  I know Farns has a buddy he calls Rooster, and a very fine pet name that is.

Why Is There Beauty And Why Do We Know It When We See It?

Last night we were watching the old, 1996, French documentary film, Microcosmos again.  I have seen it many times because when the grandchildren were here and it was nap time I would put the film on to settle them on the sofa.  Out like little lights they were.  I wonder if they ever saw the whole thing! lol!

I started musing on how beautifully it was photographed.  I thought, how do I know this? Also, what is the function of all the loveliness we experience, or even create ourselves.

It seems to be that as sovereign individuals in this mystical experience of existence, that we are allowed choice by our Creator Father.  It has to do with something very basic.

Now, the enemies of this state of mind, the Left or whatever we might call them, contend against choice for us peons.  They hate individuality.  Its not fair.  

I think also, that there is hatred of God in it.  He made all this stuff.  It is not equally distributed and that's not fair! 

I do wonder about a world where all girls were equally beautiful.  Would anyone notice? Would it have any meaning?  This gets a little scary.  Maybe hierarchies are required for meaning.  OK.  I'll stay away from that for a while.

The film is very much worth an hour and a half.

All this is meant to instigate conversation.  What say you?

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Years ago now, I had an idea to write and design a sort of beginning cookbook for kids on their own for the first time, who had to feed themselves somehow.  Personally, I do not remember what I used to do in the kitchen of the various small and funky apartments I lived in at that time in my life.  I was used to cooking back in my mother's kitchen, so I suppose I had a few pans and dishes and just carried on.  

The idea was to clue them in on what you need really basically for true beginning cooking, instead of wasting what money you have on fastfood and whatever snacks might be obtainable.

I wanted to help with directions for really base level stuff.

How to:  Cook rice in a sauce pan, scramble eggs, make a good salad, cook chicken very simply in the oven....that kind of thing.

I'm sure any one of us would have cook ideas for this kind of survival tool.  Its fun to think about what is basic, what would be a bit better and what it would be like if things were really really tough and they couldn't get basics.  Then what?

      Just a thought exercise, and who knows, maybe it would be of interest as a gift for sons and daughters just setting out.

I thought to throw in some household hacks type of stuff too....plumbing mysteries...etc etc

That's what I was thinking about instead of getting out of bed this morning..zzzzzzzzzzzz😎

Have You Ever Seen A Dream Waking?

Hard to say sometimes when sleep doesn't really come.  I've always been restless at night.  So was my old man.  He would be up and rustling around, sitting up, fixing snacks, etc.  I just run the beads of my life over and over in my mind.

Well, boker tov! anyhow.  Life is a gift.  Morning is a good thing.  The sun is starting up, or around. lol.

I'm going to wrap that seraph up today.  I made some good progress last night late. So many sliding scales involved with painted imagery.  Its a confluence of the physical reality of the materials, the hand of the painter and the dreams flitting around in and out of the subconscious.

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So These People Wander Into A Bar

I got this idea from BA, our Mellow Pirate the other day.  DH says its dumb, but its my bar, so here goes.  Pull up your chair, secure whatever thing you drink and lets talk!

What is your super power?  Its really a shorthand way of asking what are you very good at or what are you really interested in.  I won't have anyone saying they have no super powers.  I know its not true.  At this bar, I know you guys better than that.  Lets have it!   

I'll go first.  Mine is diagnosis/naming.  I think they are the same thing in a way.  When its time to name something or analyze something I experience a kind of probe going out and an answer coming back to me.  Its fun and sometimes an odd experience because it is not volitional on my part.  I should have been packed off to medical school because a gift of diagnosis is very useful to a doctor of medicine. 

                                                                       

    Apropos of nothing really, here is Kate Bush doing her usual thing.  

In The Light Of Visual Disturbance

 I noticed on my drive home from the mountains yesterday that I have some new little friends.  They live just at the edges of my vision, like flecks of black ash flying up from a fire.

Or sometimes they are like an insect seen from the corner of the eye.  Always originating on the left.

This morning in the dark it was briefly like sparks.  Just a couple of them.  I know I am supposed to get excited about this sort of thing and fly to the doctor.  But I have to put it down to too much bright light and being too tired.  

Visual disturbances do get me thinking about the nature of physical reality and the relationship what I see on my little wetware monitor has to what is actually there. Sight is a miracle anyhow.

I have often thought that I was just a creature of sight mostly, with a working set of hands.  I try to imagine a different type of existence and its ah, pretty alien.  So today is a good day to rest the eyes.

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                        ITS GETTING TO BE A HABIT WITH ME NOW

About 4AM, these days, I start thinking about post possibilities.  I could list several that I was thinking of this morning.

*They couch their impertinence in terms of friendliness.

*The static robots of information

*Hey you lurkers, turn your lights on!

I was also thinking about "The Kind Of Eyes We Have Now".

That's probably the most interesting to me.  To me, it explains or suggests a lot about that crazy Medieval art with imagery of stuff we can't really see with our eyes as they are now.  We are so hobbled by being human and living here and now.

It comforts me to know that I am not capable of seeing what is coming on That Day in Eternity, because nothing I can dream of would hold up to need.  I can't think of anything great enough.

So, the imagery we are given in the scriptures...its there for a reason.  It works with the kind of eyes we have now and our childish hearts.  I just like to ponder these things.

O To Be A Boomer! Its The Friday Of Our Lives

Its envy you know. 

For we just may be a mythic race.

Born into the soporific fifties, smug time of the world.

We had the questions.

The answers seemed obvious!

Our class and style, our music, our pop culture so clever,

Like no other.

They just want to be us.

But they can't!

We read all the books, we went to Vietnam.  We drove all the cars.  We sang all the songs.  We did the dances.  We looked into space.  We did businesses.  We built things.  We did boring jobs we hated to feed our children.  

I don't think we will come again.

As you know, I can't be serious for five minutes.  So there.  Love from p.

Why Was There Mercury, The Car Of Mystery?

 It looks pretty much like this.  I have no idea what year it is.  Its a loaner the shop gave us while they fix my clutch on the Honda.  Upon a moment's research, I find that they quit making them in 2010, the very last one being built in 2011.

I was always mystified by the line.  Who drives a Mercury, and why.  They are so boring as to be stealth.  In fact I thought perhaps the FBI maybe drove them.  Ha, Fox Mulder in Mercury!  In fact in 2010 in Raleigh NC, I rented one.  I didn't mean to, but I just couldn't go through that line again to get something different.  It was huge.  It was white and the deal clincher was the AC.  Man, that was a cold car with the air blowing and we were there in the summer heat.  So I decided I could bear the ignominy of driving a huge white deep freeze of a car, a Mercury.

It was a good thing, it turns out.  Comfy and boring.  Nice and cold.  That was a weird road trip anyhow.  That's the year we got shot at.  NO lie.  I often take a wee nap in the middle of a day's driving, parking in some out of way place and snoozing for 15 minutes.  Well, some critter didn't like us parked at the edge of his field.  Whatever!

Turns out there was a pickup too, though not sold in the US.

This Morning Mortality Leered At Me, I Snickered Back

After securing some coffee there was a bit of snickering.  I beat him once before, six years ago, and I believe I'll take another run at him.  Why not?

 Coffee grounds live a second life as reusable mugs, to circumvent single use plastics.

https://www.thisiscolossal.com/2022/07/kreis-cup-coffee-grounds/

Coffee grounds are also actually a good soil amendment.

And for a bit of bittersweet, the ultimate bittersweet song:

My defiance is a little thin today.

Agents Of Praise, Proclaimers Of God's Intentions, Intangible Warriors

Isaiah 6:2-3

Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly.

And one cried unto another, and said Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts, the whole earth is full of his glory.

Seraphim, is the plural form of seraph, or "fiery ones", high level angels who job appears to be constantly praising God.  

Here is some background information on them, the word is only mentioned in Isaiah.

 https://www.christianity.com/wiki/angels-and-demons/who-are-the-seraphim-in-the-bible.html

This one is painted in fresco in the Vladimir Cathedral in Kiev.  

I left out all the wings in my illustration of the impossible to really illustrate.  I was going for a sense of the fieriness and a sort of inhuman, but recognizable to us humans vision of an angelic being.

Its frightening in a way to attempt these things.  In a way its just a painted board.  In a way its a vision.  Its me with my heart open.

Boom City, A Tribal Independence Day

 In 1980 in the summer, we moved out on to the Tulalip Reservation on Tulaip Bay.  In those days the mostly sort of legal Indian fireworks were sold right there locally near our cabin.  Boom City was a very big deal back then, and it still is but has become more regulated and commercial.  

Back then, people drove from all over the state to buy the fireworks and many times blow them up right near the point of sales.  I remember a definite war zone flavor to the end of June and the first few days of July.

One year I remember driving home after dark on the fourth, and it was like going into a battle scene just to get home.  There is only one highway out there so there was no driving around it.  Literally red smoke blowing, so thick you couldn't see the trees very well.  Constant explosions.  So many people from out of the area driving in to buy and blow up their stuff over the bay that finally some of the local men started stopping cars and turning some of them around!  That's how we got home.  They knew us.

Now, its just not the same crazy out of control Boom City...but here is a nice article on the recent history of Boom City.

https://www.seattlemet.com/news-and-city-life/2016/06/this-is-boom-city

This is Boom City.   Lots of photos.

HAPPY 4th of July.  Long may we Boom!

You Can Get Too Much Garlic

Time for the astringent antidote for all garlicky excesses.  Oy.

Anyhow,

~ no spell check, no special fonts, no alignment or thesaurus needed….just a number 2 pencil and notepaper that was abundantly available…. if you could draw a heart and say i love you ….life as you knew it, was covered ~ k

SHABBAT SHALOM, These Are The Mythic Times

 Yesterday, as I was examining individual air molecules in my usual dozy way, it occurred to me that usually when I say I am thinking I am actually making decisions.  What is the difference?  Help me, oh wise ones!

I suppose, without looking anything up, that thinking is roughly comparing differing things, without say picking one for a practical application.  It was a surprise to me, to realize that what I took for thought was merely a practical path through my life.  Well.  Somewhat.

I believe we will look back at these as mighty days of glorious battle and final joy. The great winnowing is afoot as we watch.  "Now are the days of gold" I think Robin said.

Make It Rain

 We understand that there are established weather patterns here on earth, Lord.  You made them.  We also understand that change is part of the picture.  Would you nudge the established pattern for the sake of your creatures who are suffering, and your people who are struggling a bit?

The seeds need the water

Before it grow out of the ground

But it just keeps on getting harder

And the hunger more profound

Let the clouds fill up with thunderous applause

And lightning be the veins

Fill the sky with all that they can draw

When it's time to make a change