Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

an altogether different genre - but I used to like Brasil 66 - the melodies, the Latin rhythms, the girls' voices - rediscovered an old song of theirs ("Look Around", ca 1970) and was amazed at how well it seemed to align with my own interior ethos (I've been burned using the word "spirituality" bef...

very nice!

another mass shooting another opportunity for pompous myopic cowards to declare their fealty to those who make it possible by trading laws for firearms... as if their "thoughts & prayers" should be enough for grieving parents as if it were "business as usual" to prostitute the Constitution by declar...

late summer day
almost warm enough
to nap

this footpath -
where will it take me?
to what worlds?

golden field...
somewhere
crickets

dragonfly
surveys his domain
from a reed

water's edge
whirligigs chasing
their shadows

stillness... then,
a frog... later -
another

these places -
so quiet...
so alive...

 
"Roger, Delta 9, you're cleared for landing...."
   

I was was laid off 6 months before reaching retirement age - with 6 months' severance. It was early release from prison. (NOT for good behavior - I'd quiet-quitted long before that.) But I haven't felt this free since I was 14 - every day, every woodland walk is an adventure. I still see the natural...

aah, life at the office - daycare for adults a culture of self-importance... the jargon: "hear me! I talk just like el jefe!" the aggrandizement: "I stapled these sheets all by myself!" the back-biting: "my tie is straighter than yours!" the opportunism: "great idea! Mind if I steal it?"... oh, how ...

might I suggest this modest start: Thou shalt not get caught. Thou shalt not acknowledge past sins. Thou shalt not speak truthfully, lest thee be thought fallible. Thou shalt not pay any tribute that those of lesser means can be coerced into paying. Thou shalt not abide those who cannot serve you in...

I've got an inward-opening front door. My best guess is they're clinging to it, & when I open it, they fall into the entryway. I can't bring myself to dispatch them - how do you justify killing something that looks like a lentil on stilts? So I just grab 'em by a leg & toss 'em back out the same doo...

  daddy-longlegs season is upon us - evicted three of 'em yesterday: one from the bathtub one from the kitchen sink then one marched out from behind my desktop speakers and glared at me as though I were the intruder... every year I tell them "I'll stay out of the hostas if you stay out of the house"...

As one who can't so much as dribble a basketball, I've long since classified any activity involving the manipulation of spherical objects as lying as far outside the realm of what I'm capable as watchmaking, or cardiac surgery. I did once get it into my 17-yr old head to teach myself Russian, and ma...

...that reminds me of a story...

hyperbolic hypergolic vitriolic vicious rhetoric from pseudo intellects the golden calf is back they don't even pretend any more - their compass, their true god their raison d'etre money filth lucre because, Freedom - besides, how can anyone get by on only a billion a year? a BILLION a thousand thou...

it's right up there with "fake news", "liberal", & "rigged" in my Top 10 list of misappropriated words & terms of the post-Covid era