Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Go Your Own Way

Seems to be what Fleetwood Mac has told Lindsey Buckingham.  This is not good news.
  • Actually, various sources make it pretty murky whether he was dismissed by the band or left. As much as I like him as FM's guitarist (and was one of the earliest supporters to say he's under-rated), I don't think he's well-positioned to tour or record as a solo act.
  • Interestingly, he is being replaced - on tour - by Mike Campbell and Neil Finn.  Campbell, of The Heartbreakers, wrote Boys of Summer, and Heart of the Matter with Don Henley.
  • I am amused by the bookface squabble that is ongoing. Many years ago I considered signing up, then asked myself, "Why should I do this?"  I'm not particularly thin-skinned, but the notion of obsessing over who did or didn't 'like' my posts seemed juvenile to me - not to mention the suspicion that the company was mining users' information. Although, I'm sure the blog publishing company does some similar version.  I guess everyone has to determine their own comfort/discomfort lines.
  • Oldest Son texted this to me this morning:
  •  One of my churches has a future building project on its property. I'm told that the finance committee received a bid for around $40,000 to do some vegetation removal. As the project is over a year out, they spent about $500 and got some goats instead.
No kidding?
  •  When I was a kid, my Grandfather and I went fishing a lot. He always carried tins of potted meat (sometimes Vienna sausages) and crackers for us to snack on. During high school and college, I continued to enjoy that delicacy, but had pretty well phased it out of my diet by the time I reached 40 (health issues may be exacerbated by simply reading the ingredients list). Last year, I had a tin, for the first time in nearly two decades, and today I had another. I'm thinking of doing an America's Test Kitchen type of comparison between the Armour and Hormel versions. Dollar Tree has the Armours two for a buck:
Pâté du tripe - C'est magnifique!
  •   On a recent foray to my resale stores, I got me a big ol' book of Bard: 
  •  This copy has been extensively annotated by a prior owner, but what ought one expect for a dime? Hotspur's soliloquy to the King is on pages 893-894. This blog's namesake appears on page 1894:
 Yeah, this is the good stuff...
  • About three weeks ago, I got a book, not of, but about Shakespeare. I learned that Samuel L. Jackson Clemens was not a Bard fan.
  • Daughter and I were out exploring last week, near the equestrian arenas. Being nearby a large pile of dirt, some 10-12' in elevation, she scampered up it while I took the easier path. The backlighting from the arena sorta gave an E.T. ambiance:
  •  My left thumb, frequently featured as an accessory to this blog's illustrations, now aspires to be an actor.

Friday, April 6, 2018

Funky Friday

  • I thought I would run a few errands this afternoon, then mow the grass before darkfall.  The rain dashed my plans.
  • Picked up some interesting CDs at the resale for cheap: Emmylou Harris' Duets, a two disc 60's folk music sampler (it has 30 songs - The Kingston Trio and The Brothers Four each got two songs), Whiskey Folk Ramblers - a local alt-country band, Undertakin' Daddies - from Canada, and one of those background sound discs of loons (yeah, like from On Golden Pond).
  • A few weeks ago, I cleared my schedule for tomorrow. Now, I have no recollection why. 
  • Dude, rollover:
This might be Matthew Perry, though...
  • The above was seen at The Old Home Supply. They had three busts of Elvis. Inasmuch as they have buiidings on all four corners of the intersection, and each bust was in a separate building, no normal person would have noticed. Ah, but I'm very observant...and not your average bear.
  • Henley does this Billy Sherrill song on his Cass County CD. Tonight, I learned that Emmylou had recorded it on her first album:

  • Last week/end I spent three nights sleeping outdoors: Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. It was kinda warm the first night, chilly the second (and Sienna was restless). I sleep comfortably under the stars, but Monday night the wind blew a bunch of tree fuzzies onto my sleeping bag and pillow.  😒
The moon rises also...
  • Daughter and I had dinner at the church Wednesday night. Breakfast for dinner. I was served by a twentysomething chick who gave me two pieces of bacon. Teen daughter was served by a teen dude...who gave her six pieces. What the heck? Luckily, she shared with me. I probably only eat bacon 2-3 times a year. It was delicious.
Mmm, bacon...
  • I wonder if I can set up a GoFundMe account for one of these:
I like the dark finish, but the 6-7/8" fluted bbl in stainless is probably better.
  • For Easter, I gave daughter a yuge stuffed Easter Bunny, with a gimme knapsack with scented soap and some perfume she wanted.  The bunny, with its ears extended, is taller than me. Wednesday night, she told me she'd named it...Harvey.
  • Well played.  I showed her this portrait of the pookah and me:

Me and Harvey, circa 1991.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Tuesday's tinkerings

  • As the rain prevents doing chores outside, I may putter around on some projects in the garage this afternoon.
  • Last night I read about a beer commercial that is allegedly 'terribly racist', according to someone called 'Chance the Rapper'. The video wouldn't open on my phone, so I checked it this morning on my desk computer. The charge about it being racist is a stretch.  
  • Over the weekend, I fulfilled a minor wish list item. I'd been wanting to go to the Old Home Supply Store since hearing about them 3-4 years ago. Daughter and I enjoyed perusing the merchandise, in many cases playing "what do you suppose this is/was?"
 You can't beat a  Dread-horse

Rock on, woman!
(I wonder if the N. K. Fairbank Co. received twiddles branding them as racists...) 
  • My research indicates that the mascots - who today would most likely not be considered politically correct - featured on the product above were named Goldie and Dustie. The N. K. Fairbank Company was apparently a major supplier of home cleaning supplies from the late 1800s through the mid-20th century. Proctor & Gamble bought out some of their product lines.
  • A co-worker who does not like the man-bun texted me this this morning:

  •  The circus blogger this morning posted a helpful guide regarding the information facebooks keeps on its users.  Maybe on account of having this blog, I never felt the need to have the facebooks.
  • My church is very much technology forward.  A few years ago, I was going to load a Bible app on my phone. When I looked at all the 'permissions' that the developer retained, I decided that my paper Bible worked just fine. I don't have anything to hide, but why would I let people I don't know, anyplace on earth, run amok through the information on my phone?
  • To this day, when people tell me all the swell things I could do with this or that app on my phone, I just smile and say "Wow, that sounds cool!"
  • When I was in high school, my buddy's dad who owned a bank drove a Mark V (later a Mark VI). We sometimes borrowed it, because it was cool to ride around in a car with a phone. I thought of that when I saw this pristine doppelganger of that car the other day:
 Bring back the opera window!
  •  After touring the used building materials, Daughter and I found a hidden urban spring a couple of miles north, where I decided to refresh my feet in the brisk flowing waters:
 I took the picture after I put my sock back on. I did not want to snow-blind my readers...
  •  The movement to divide the Peoples Republic of California may be gaining ground. If only I knew where to send contributions. 
  • Of this, ComKev would say "I weep for the species." Circus blogger might call it Idiocracy. In any event, there's no shortage of evil in the world.
  • Observed this in the outside patio garden of an art gallery just east of downtown. Daughter says I should make one of these:
I think I would lack the patience to weld 200 washers together...
  • I support the Right to Bear Bows. I have recently been on a mission to re-string my recurve bows. I still have to order a string for the Pinto, per my research dating to the 1960s. I also have a Bear Black Bear assault (compound) bow, not shown. 

Bow-wow! Ben Pearson Pinto, Fred Bear Kodiak, Shakespeare Manitou.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Wednesday wonderings

  •  Ford is recalling over a million cars due to the steering wheels coming off.

Race cars have been doing this for years...
  • Whoa, Toto!
  • It's reported today that high school students are taking the streets to protest gun violence.  I hope the streets start obeying the laws.
  • This isn't your father's.
  • Oldest son forwarded this to me:
  • About three years ago, I spent four days on a murder trial jury. Last month, I received a jury summons - I thought my prior service would exempt me, but it was too far back. So, I went to the Central Jury Room in the nearby large town, thinking perhaps I'd not get chosen. However, there were few people there that day, and not only was I selected for a jury pool, but with a low number, I was also picked for a jury.
  • As it happened, the trial lasted three days. 
  • Where is that Flex-Tape?
That's at least a 3 roll repair...
  •  Back to steering wheels, this one seems a bit complicated:

 There's a lot going on there...
  • I have an arsenal of recurve archery bows, and one assault (compound) bow. Only the compound and one of the recurves have strings, but that is soon to change as I have ordered a new string for my Bear Kodiak bow. My Pinto will have to wait - it's the longest (66" AMO), almost a longbow.
  • In the ongoing whack-a-mole that is the HRC blame game tour, the failed 2016 Presidential contender has now blamed misogynist white men and their wives for her defeat, while accusing the same of opposing black progress, and resenting women and Indian-Americans in the workplace. My rough calculation is that the former State Secretary has now blamed about 75% of the American population for her defeat. Yet she still believes she's relevant.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Monday, January 15, 2018

Go Your Own Way

I have to be honest, this is the only Cranberries song I know, by way of its inclusion on the Rumours tribute album, but I have always thought they did a great job of it.  Dolores O'Riordan, the singer, died today in London at age 46.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Writing my runes by the dark of the moon

Oak Cliff's Michael Martin Murphey is best known for his mellow country-rock (Wildfire, Carolina in the Pines), and for being one of the early headliners at the Armadillo World Headquarters in the Austin Music movement.  More recently, he has led the preservation and promotion of authentic cowboy music.

The songs that follow are from his Lone Wolf LP, circa 1978.  To the best of my knowledge, he doesn't play any of the songs from that album in his shows these days, which is a shame, because his themes and lyrics on some of the songs on that album are on a par with Henley's opus The Last Resort, with a bit of introspection not readily apparent in the latter's works until 1989's The End of the Innocence. Disclosure: I suppose I am a wee bit biased in favor of both of these artists, inasmuch as I matriculated from the same university that both had attended in the 1960s.

At any rate, I did see these songs performed live in February or March of 1978, when Mr. Murphey opened at DCC for America.  My GF and I were running just a tad late, and I can vividly remember entering the concourse of the venue to the opening strains of Carolina in the Pines starting the show. Even though Gerry, Dewey, and Dan were the headliners that night, it was MMM's Lone Wolf that I bought at a small record shop in Six Flags Mall shortly after.

Trivia Note: I didn't really think of it until just now, but I attended both artists' septuagenarian birthday shows: Murphey's 71st at The Kessler in 2016, and Henley's 70th at the AAC this past July.