Bandit Notions

[MrGuilty]

I remember that song but I forgot who did it. I always liked it. It was a good dream. Like a Yeats poem about growing old. "Jesus broke the wild horse in my heart" hardly remember the song but I liked the title a lot because it is true for me, flying burrito brothers song how is that for platitudes

, your sailing days are done my fucking days are gone too.
all I can do now is wish I had a sailboat.

Oh well
sweet dreams and memories but I miss the kids, I think that was what the dream was about letting go. I got my little rock and roller and his daughter Isabella Rose, if not for them I would not have a porpoise in life except for the compulsive scribbling.
I hardly ever dream about women anymore, happy when I do.

Check it out if you want a reason to get drunk.
Death and The Civil War
http://video.pbs.org/video/2280706814/

I don't know why I am so preoccupied with war these days. Maybe sexual frustration, another sick Jew Henry would say. Probably.

Never heard this song before.

[the mingo]

I just finished watching the PBS link you sent, Jack, not how I expected to spend my morning and the beginning of the afternoon - yet worth every minute it took from beginning to end - opened up in me a new thing - I don't go to funerals - I wait 'til the ceremonies are over and everyone has gone home - then I go to the graves alone - I take with me a small stone or acorn or something I have gathered from the woods and place it on the headstone or directly on the grave - death is a parting, not a separation ... anyways, thx for this.

[stilltrucking]

What I love in a woman is her pilgrim soul, her face and her warm wet and noisy body.

Funerals I have not been since 1984. It was not so bad, a plain wooden box, a hole in the ground and all the men wearing party hats. It was the day after thanks giving we put our rose of agudas acheim in the ground.

Been back to her grave many times usually in the fall before the holidays. My sister was trying to keep up the tradition but it was hard for her to go. Strange mother daughter tenacles of guilt and control that are difficult for me to understand. Sons get off easy with their mothers. A sad thing for a grown child to still have issues with a dead parent I think.

I thought this was worth watching.
Into the Deep: America, Whaling and the world.
It's about the whale-ship Essex the inspiration for Moby Dick
I been killing a lot of time lately, almost two hours on this one.
http://video.pbs.org/video/1485863181

I wish you "greasy luck" amigo.

[the mingo]

O no ... give it a look tomorrow Jack - just got home from work and callin' it a day ...

[stilltrucking]

Kind of sad about the whales, but I loved the ships. Calling it a night. LBJ on the American Experience today. LBJ had nightmares about Vietnam, he would wake from dreams about all the dead that marched by him and each one asking him if they died in vain. Is Obama's hair turning gray pretty fast or is it me?

Everybody and their brother were getting saved in the Seventies, Jimmy Carter, me and my brother too. Jitterbug got Baptized but I never could have been a Baptist, no got the balls for that. Became a Quaker instead.


No peace for the wicked I deleted this from a here
I guess I deleted it because I have no idea who her Master is. I kind of jumped to the conclusion because I was thinking about the Christ Jesus.

'no peace for the wicked'

no peace in this world
so I settle for the illusion of peace
I hear the master's voice when I write
and thoughts roll out my fingers into these words that I don't always know what I will say, what words will appear.

Lately the master has been sounding a lot like Kierkegaard I think. "Any attempt to defend Christianity undermines its authority"

I seem to be more interested in war than peace these days. Peace is boring. Sometimes the master sounds like Nietzsche to me. And I want to lay the wickedness at the Masters Feet.

Peace is a good night's sleep
And wisdom is the fear of G d I have heard
My faith is heretical, I used to be a Quaker, I wish I still was.

I ramble horribly
all over peoples posts
I have apologized a million times for it
one more won't hurt I hope
please pardon the ramble
it was a beautiful read
thank you for writing

the future of my illusion
this bubble of peace I try to maintain
http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?f=98&t=23171

[the mingo]

War correspondent Philip Gibbs wrote:

Something was wrong. They put on civilian clothes again and looked to their mothers and wives very much like the young men who had gone to business in the peaceful days before August 1914. But they had not come back the same men. Something had altered in them. They were subject to sudden moods, and queer tempers, fits of profound depression alternating with a restless desire for pleasure. Many were easily moved to passion where they lost control of themselves, many were bitter in their speech, violent in opinion, frightening

This is a quote describing the situation among men returning from the killing fields of World War One - and every war since the Civil War - but putting American men & women on the ground will become a thing of the past in days to come - as our Drone programs have already proven - as clumsy as they are they have been effective - and improvements were already underway before the first attack by a drone was even carried out - the future of warfare is already here in new forms - we will not send American men & women into combat forever - no - against enemies real and imagined we will send our technology ...

[stilltrucking]

"When we arm ourselves we arm our enemies" The Human Use of Human Beings — Norbert Wiener
I used to be smart, I actually read the book a long time ago. I tried to read it again a couple of years ago and could not make sense of it. All about language, communication, control and jam entropy.

They say Obama hand picks targets. Reminds me of LBJ choosing the bombing targets in Vietnam.

Stock market is run by banks of cumputers running algorythms written by physicists, somewhere along the way they say we will have computers running military operations and Wiener was not certain we will be able to take control back from them. Sounds like science fiction, I am not worried. I'm going to lay around the shack till the mail train gets back rolling in my sweet babies arms.

Wiener wrote a novel called Golem Inc.

[stilltrucking]

not a novel

God & Golem, Inc.
God & Golem, Inc.: A Comment on Certain Points Where Cybernetics Impinges on Religion

[stilltrucking]

some people think it will be the best thing since sliced bread.

http://spark.qualcomm.com/salon/ray-kur ... iation=rss

Norbert Wiener had his doubts.

“may not know, until too late, when to turn it off.”

http://web.mit.edu/digitalapollo/Docume ... 1/hong.pdf

[the mingo]

Norbert Wiener? Norbert ? This is too good to be true - if my parents (God rest their souls) had named me Norbert I would have shot myself ...

BAM! all she wrote with the smoke curling over my fallen body no lie -

but this is not why I came here this morning - youtube is going to be the death of me I swear ... anyways, after lookin' at too too many healthy Gentile babe's in all the rockabilly vids I stumbled over this little gem and thought of you first thing...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nshpf-3b ... re=related

youtube is gonna be the death of me - on my tombstone it will be written,
"Death by Youtube" -

[stilltrucking]

sounds like a good death
mine is going to say
death by a pretty face and Chantilly lace



Emmy Lou reminds me of this Yeats poem
She is as beautiful to me now as she was then.

When You Are Old
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

[the mingo]

Thx, Jack, always had a warm & vulnerable spot for Emmylou Harris ... and it ain't got cold over the years ...

[stilltrucking]

me too, I first saw and heard her sing at the red fox inn bethesda maryland in 1972. she was hot then and she is hot now. age has been kind to her.

[the mingo]

You can say that twice and mean it

[stilltrucking]

forty years just like that, amazing what trivia I remember.