On batteries and time…

i did some reading about batteries a while back, the way i do, getting obsessive and desperate to understand something and concentrating on nothing else for a short while. i do it with verve until i think i have a decent grasp on it, or until something else successfully wrests my attention. […]

it’s been forever since i wrote. i almost forgot how to write. after a while it gets overwhelming to catch up every thought i thought that should have gone on ICYAH. but an end to a piece of my vanity has pushed me along the gutter into the soup and now i feel like it’s […]

Two quotes from Dick Gaughan, an extraordinary scottish songwriter:

“I have this problem with the use of this word ‘traditional’,” he says, speaking from a St Louis tour stop. “I grew up in a family of traditional singers and musicians, and to me those are just songs. This idea of dividing things into ‘This is traditional […]

Local Night-Chirpy Dishes Dirt on People
My friends i have distressing news to report. Here is the dirt from my last reconnaissance at a human gathering.
While i would like to amuse you all with more stories of absurd behavior—like the way they continued to drink liquid from a metal barrel even after it caused erratic behavior […]

On the deaths of Brad Will and Malachi Ristcher. Why not view the boldest acts as being inspired by a momentary flash of absolute clarity?

i have been afraid.
yep i turned from certain thoughts; i decided i didn’t need to enter that room, or leave here quite yet. i’ve sat and considered considering, contemplated thinking, and wondered about wandering.
i created complex scenes with only a suggestion of a link to reality. i imagined details and assembled them meticulously […]

I will be adding a new section of blog over the next week or so, called scraps. The scraps are short commentaries on whatever. Here’s an example, sparked by a story in our illustrious local paper.

“While we like less government, sometimes government has to step in and literally act in the interest of the […]

let’s work at something we less inspired by (like building new houses, farming,
paperwork, gathering garbage, digging, plumbing, teaching or studying,
mechanical repairs) but for no more than four hours per day. And then
work at things we are more inspired by (gardening, songcrafting, building that shelf, learning that language, quilting, tinkering with the stereo, computer, or vehicle, teaching or studying, farming) for another couple hours. It’s not a new idea, it’s as obvious as a dream.

the websight moving along quietly like a snake in the pine needles, even as i’m crashing about clumsily through php, css, html, xoops, and the various modules like frankinstyroman in the palmettos, so to speak. yar, i couldn’t sneak up on a slick design if i lay like a corpse fer hours, and let the […]

imagining there must be heads, ears, places where the execution of tick tack and boom like the smacking of lips or gums, near talk, drooly breathing, makes such racket that it is unbgearable and the earye focusses lamely on something way away far to try to not notice, get ice on yer hearing and nice […]