it has been nearly a month since i've posted here. i reckon it is because i get zero feedback.
i have been rabblerousing on the butthole surfer forum, and that is fun. i encounter a broad range of opinions there, and have been suprised to find conservative bhs fans.
i reckon i'll either get busy with this blogsite, or kill it and start anew.
don't reckon anyone will notice. is there anybody out there? just nod if you can hear me!
the world is hell in a handbasket, left down by the gently flowing stream. i like that stream.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
birth day waterfall rodin peacock canmanreturneth amen
just to let y'all know, i saw don the canman go by my home. he wasn't draggin, overmuch, neither.
today was a spectacular day. i took my houston aunt to see a hundred foot waterfall, and then to maryhill museum, which was built by sam hill on the hill overlooking the columbia river. an albino peacock greeted us at the door. inside, we perused objects of interest, and kept tight reign on the fledgling kids.
today is the birthday of kevin richey, a beautiful soul.
feliz, mi amigo. paz.
spring into which we are flung....take us slow into summer's sun
today was a spectacular day. i took my houston aunt to see a hundred foot waterfall, and then to maryhill museum, which was built by sam hill on the hill overlooking the columbia river. an albino peacock greeted us at the door. inside, we perused objects of interest, and kept tight reign on the fledgling kids.
today is the birthday of kevin richey, a beautiful soul.
feliz, mi amigo. paz.
spring into which we are flung....take us slow into summer's sun
Monday, April 25, 2005
AWOL salmon in canada
the chinook salmon are AWOL! The projected return of 250, 000 fish has so far amounted to around 11,000 fish passing the ladder at bonneville dam on the columbia river.
notice of this story appeared recently on the front page of the sports section of the Oregonian.
couldn't the salmon get a mention on the Religion page? it is a vital part of various Native peoples seasonal celebrations, their rights spelled out in treaty and soverign law.
let our prayers, or best wishes, be with the salmon still at sea; wondering whether to make their celebrated runs, or just hang out at sea, and wait for us to evolve to the point where we're
worthy of their lives, their bodies which are numbers in our dreams.
notice of this story appeared recently on the front page of the sports section of the Oregonian.
couldn't the salmon get a mention on the Religion page? it is a vital part of various Native peoples seasonal celebrations, their rights spelled out in treaty and soverign law.
let our prayers, or best wishes, be with the salmon still at sea; wondering whether to make their celebrated runs, or just hang out at sea, and wait for us to evolve to the point where we're
worthy of their lives, their bodies which are numbers in our dreams.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
waiting for the canman to return
this morning i got the weedeater busy and cut back the thick crop of grasses surrounding my home. rain and sunshine'll do it to this yard, evertime. the plants were so moist, i got my pantlegs splattered green, and decided to hose off my boots.
while i was doing this, i thought of someone: "the canman," otherwise known as Don.
you see, about a week or two ago, he came up and rung my doorbell and when i opened the door to talk to him, he rummaged out of a blackish garbage bag an unopened bottle of wine with a cork in place...he pointed at the cork and mumbled askance...his voice, or throat, was damaged....he couldn't really talk.
he's been stopping by for our recyclables for a couple years...we leave our bottles in a crate for him to gather. in the winter, we pass along clothes, food, spare change, and invite him in and inquire about what's new with him. he has several cats, and a nice tent, he says.
he usually says. this day, he just wanted to get into that bottle, even though he was ailing. i gave him a spare corkscrew, and he went on his way. i haven't seen him since. i added to our recycling stash and noticed that last weeks stuff was still there. now i wonder...did that old vinegared wine do our roveing canman in?
i really hope not. he seemed to be a decent man, getting by, and enjoying a few of life's offerings,
minding his own business of gleaning along the streets of this small northwestern town. the world is full of characters, and this guy is a few of them, wrapped now into one.
while i was doing this, i thought of someone: "the canman," otherwise known as Don.
you see, about a week or two ago, he came up and rung my doorbell and when i opened the door to talk to him, he rummaged out of a blackish garbage bag an unopened bottle of wine with a cork in place...he pointed at the cork and mumbled askance...his voice, or throat, was damaged....he couldn't really talk.
he's been stopping by for our recyclables for a couple years...we leave our bottles in a crate for him to gather. in the winter, we pass along clothes, food, spare change, and invite him in and inquire about what's new with him. he has several cats, and a nice tent, he says.
he usually says. this day, he just wanted to get into that bottle, even though he was ailing. i gave him a spare corkscrew, and he went on his way. i haven't seen him since. i added to our recycling stash and noticed that last weeks stuff was still there. now i wonder...did that old vinegared wine do our roveing canman in?
i really hope not. he seemed to be a decent man, getting by, and enjoying a few of life's offerings,
minding his own business of gleaning along the streets of this small northwestern town. the world is full of characters, and this guy is a few of them, wrapped now into one.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Monday, April 04, 2005
no fishing for terrorists in portland, unless you suspect they're all guilty until registered republican
in portland, mayor tom potter and the city council are considering whether to continue working with the FBI's joint-terrorist taskforce. oregon law prohibits investigating people for political and religious beliefs, and as the FBI uses oregon cops to do these things, the mayor wants clearance to know what is happening. the FBI hasn't granted this security clearance to any other city governments across the US...but portland is a bit different.
yes, we had "the portland seven," a looseknit group of muslims, some of whom tried to travel to afghanistan to join the taliban.
but portland's also home to brandon mayfield, an anglo-muslim lawyer who was "held as a material witness" in connection with the madrid train bombing. the FBI claimed that his fingerprints were found on a bag at the bombsite and kept him locked up for weeks. mayfield was also, oh-so-coincidentally, a child-custody lawyer for one of the portland seven...and an active muslim.
and then there was mike hawash, an intel computer employee held incommunicado for weeks on end, while he was investigated...he eventually plead guilty to something...anything...
portland's mayor and council have a seriously valid point. if their employees are being asked to
spy on citizens of the state of oregon, then the elected officials must follow state law. if the FBI feels the need to spy on someone, it should share its information with the local cops...and adhere to state law. if the FBI wants to go fishing for info by spying on muslims, political activists, environmentalists, socialists, whistleblowers, and other malcontents...it must solely use its own federalized agents(who can ignore state law, but not the US constitution.)
just because one suspects that there are a few malcontents in the pond doesn't give the feds the right to dragnet the entire state, store the gigareams of information, and arrest US citizens while giving them no rights to hearings or lawyers. HOORAY for our officials, in representing the concerns of the citizens...
yes, we had "the portland seven," a looseknit group of muslims, some of whom tried to travel to afghanistan to join the taliban.
but portland's also home to brandon mayfield, an anglo-muslim lawyer who was "held as a material witness" in connection with the madrid train bombing. the FBI claimed that his fingerprints were found on a bag at the bombsite and kept him locked up for weeks. mayfield was also, oh-so-coincidentally, a child-custody lawyer for one of the portland seven...and an active muslim.
and then there was mike hawash, an intel computer employee held incommunicado for weeks on end, while he was investigated...he eventually plead guilty to something...anything...
portland's mayor and council have a seriously valid point. if their employees are being asked to
spy on citizens of the state of oregon, then the elected officials must follow state law. if the FBI feels the need to spy on someone, it should share its information with the local cops...and adhere to state law. if the FBI wants to go fishing for info by spying on muslims, political activists, environmentalists, socialists, whistleblowers, and other malcontents...it must solely use its own federalized agents(who can ignore state law, but not the US constitution.)
just because one suspects that there are a few malcontents in the pond doesn't give the feds the right to dragnet the entire state, store the gigareams of information, and arrest US citizens while giving them no rights to hearings or lawyers. HOORAY for our officials, in representing the concerns of the citizens...
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
scrotum pimples and lee harvey's grave
it is sure scary to search out my site and see scrotum pimples pop up at the top of the list...and my attempt to give y'all a link to the buttholsurfers site doesn't work. butt if you want to get to that forum, i guess you'll bushwhack thru the net to find it.
by the way, the surfers are an amerikan band, not a website fer poodiggers.
gibby once said, the shah sleeps in lee harvey's grave...i think he's wide awake, having a chat with noriega.
by the way, the surfers are an amerikan band, not a website fer poodiggers.
gibby once said, the shah sleeps in lee harvey's grave...i think he's wide awake, having a chat with noriega.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
feed me g.washington or i won't buck fer yer laffs
howdy. i haven't exactly mastered the reins to this bronco...it's supposed to buck after you put yer quarter in his mouth, but he just stares at me with big "feed me g.washington" eyes.
while browsing the butthole surfer website i found that there's a forum there and have been acting/reacting to the other 1000+freakazoids who log on there. if you are
looking for some chewycrunchy spewing of current events from folks with tweaky monikers, try http://www.buttholesurfer.org
schiavo, laser weapons, tsunami victims, whistleblowers...GOSH i HEART amerika.
while browsing the butthole surfer website i found that there's a forum there and have been acting/reacting to the other 1000+freakazoids who log on there. if you are
looking for some chewycrunchy spewing of current events from folks with tweaky monikers, try http://www.buttholesurfer.org
schiavo, laser weapons, tsunami victims, whistleblowers...GOSH i HEART amerika.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
jesus, emerging with his cross and his floss...
i grew up in oklahoma. my family were not christians but we did celebrate easter. it was to be
anticipated, as halloween was as well, but this particular holydaze did require one to don a
costume in the frosts of near winter. we did not have to approach the doors of strangers and
petition for handouts under yellow bugzapping apparatus. there was less element of satan.
my family of artists created some lovely eggs the night before easter. they were dyed of course,
the home smelled of vinegar. we drew on the symbols of fertility. and in the morning, they
magically transported themselves out into the tall grasses, the improbable niches, the so obvious
i can't believe that i can't see it, hiding places.
and riding shotgun with the multicoloredeggs was candy. i distinctly recall finding an ostrich
sized sugar diorama that you could peer into and see a tiny chocolate, ethiopian styled Jesus, who
had emerged from his glistening green cave clutching a little cross shaped toothbrush! now, if that
wasn't some fine indoctrination for me, i don't know what chance of redemption i ever stood...
anticipated, as halloween was as well, but this particular holydaze did require one to don a
costume in the frosts of near winter. we did not have to approach the doors of strangers and
petition for handouts under yellow bugzapping apparatus. there was less element of satan.
my family of artists created some lovely eggs the night before easter. they were dyed of course,
the home smelled of vinegar. we drew on the symbols of fertility. and in the morning, they
magically transported themselves out into the tall grasses, the improbable niches, the so obvious
i can't believe that i can't see it, hiding places.
and riding shotgun with the multicoloredeggs was candy. i distinctly recall finding an ostrich
sized sugar diorama that you could peer into and see a tiny chocolate, ethiopian styled Jesus, who
had emerged from his glistening green cave clutching a little cross shaped toothbrush! now, if that
wasn't some fine indoctrination for me, i don't know what chance of redemption i ever stood...
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
bring yer own goddamed toilet papyrus
two years ago we tried to jumpstart "our" economy by launching cruise missles from
florida a la' command central...
&now, the flatline diagnosis is to drive the ole' wreck till the GI falls off his rims
we went from TGIFF(thank gosh it's friendly fire) to
BYOTP, to RIP(Rusted humvees Rest in Pieces)
thank gosh we have a mandate for this charade, now let's spend all our national debate on
keeping baseball steroid free(while the infantry grunts pop whitecrosses to stay awake)
& keep 'em right-to-diers all sequestered in Oregone
while we purge the limits of rational interference and dripfeed the public more
drama than a hydroponic
embedded reporter...just the facts, and the fiscal axe
florida a la' command central...
&now, the flatline diagnosis is to drive the ole' wreck till the GI falls off his rims
we went from TGIFF(thank gosh it's friendly fire) to
BYOTP, to RIP(Rusted humvees Rest in Pieces)
thank gosh we have a mandate for this charade, now let's spend all our national debate on
keeping baseball steroid free(while the infantry grunts pop whitecrosses to stay awake)
& keep 'em right-to-diers all sequestered in Oregone
while we purge the limits of rational interference and dripfeed the public more
drama than a hydroponic
embedded reporter...just the facts, and the fiscal axe
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Friday, March 18, 2005
lil green men
today's the day that little green men come out from under their toadstools to fill their mugs with suds and to pull bank heists and to offer to execute their own in exchange for good press.
i went into the stumptown cafe on belmont street and saw a sin fein chap looking as glum as an
empty flask of rum. i attributed his countenance to the dismal sunlight wreaking havoc on the
eyelids of all those cloversmoking hooligans he aligns with.
lewi was rubbing the guitars out of his eyes and the chord changes made rainbows over the pots
of bold coffee that were in grubby vogue.
i had unseemly business to attend to. i slupped my cup till i quivered out the door, and quoth the
fashion maven: foreverandevermore.
i went into the stumptown cafe on belmont street and saw a sin fein chap looking as glum as an
empty flask of rum. i attributed his countenance to the dismal sunlight wreaking havoc on the
eyelids of all those cloversmoking hooligans he aligns with.
lewi was rubbing the guitars out of his eyes and the chord changes made rainbows over the pots
of bold coffee that were in grubby vogue.
i had unseemly business to attend to. i slupped my cup till i quivered out the door, and quoth the
fashion maven: foreverandevermore.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
the passion, the wolf, the drunkard
so mel gibson has "cut" a baker's dozen minutes of slashing from his Passion in order to
get more tweenies into the theatres. How noble!
NOW this is a great easter flick. look it's a little egg over there...wrong! CLUSTERBOMB!!!
And how about those Wolves in banker's clothing. What big redinkeyes you have, grandma.
Anyway, these are some things I read about in the news today. Out my window, it is finally
raining, and tomorrow is the day Jeffery Fredricks of the Clamtones died...St Drunkards day.
get more tweenies into the theatres. How noble!
NOW this is a great easter flick. look it's a little egg over there...wrong! CLUSTERBOMB!!!
And how about those Wolves in banker's clothing. What big redinkeyes you have, grandma.
Anyway, these are some things I read about in the news today. Out my window, it is finally
raining, and tomorrow is the day Jeffery Fredricks of the Clamtones died...St Drunkards day.
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