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Thursday, November 3, 2016

Catholic Girls

I recall an incident. Back in the day.  Must have been about when I was in the third grade or so.  We were assembled in the church for Mass.  Gordon L., being himself, was causing mischief.  I don't remember exactly what is was he was at, but one of the Sisters came and snatched his ass out of his seat. What happened to him after that I don't remember.

I thought I was minding my own business, admiring the attributes of the high school girls who had filled the adjacent pews. Perhaps I was being a bit too obvious as, much to my surprise, I was hoisted from my seat by a habit wearer and plopped down in the midst of a sea of plaid skirts and white blouses.  It was something else. Sister probably thought she was punishing me. Ha!  Though I was uncomfortable and embarrassed at having been singled out, I had quite a rush.  Knee socks and penny loafers, all that hair, all those smells that are peculiar to females. Bonus!!

Don't know what became of old Gordon. Years later he had a 'Big Mac Attack' and bolted out of our algebra class.  Funny kid. I heard that he had some run in's with the law as an adult.   Never could live by the rules.


Friday, October 28, 2016

Psychopathia Sexualis

Richard von Krafft-Ebbing, the author of this encyclopedia of unusual sexual preferences first published in 1886.

I read sections of it during my studies in psychology.  I found one edition that was in english, but with all of the explicit descriptions in Latin.  Therefore, only the most erudite of pervs may partake and understand.  

One case study that hit close to home for me, (there were several), was that of a young man and a servant girl in his family estate.  At the end of the days would recline in a window case I think.  There she would read and relax. Taking off her boots and stockings, the family dog came to lick her toes.  The young man was fascinated with this and begged permission to observe.  This went on for some time with the boy eventually taking the role of the dog, consuming the liquor of her daily toil.



Monday, October 17, 2016

This Harvest Moon

It's the 'Hunter's Moon' here.  Super moon.  Close to the earth.  Pretty.

Because I'm still in love with you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2MtEsrcTTs

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Time

Here's a thing about me.....maybe the thing.  I hang on.  It's not a measured deal for me. I recall things clearly that happened forty years ago.  It's really all in there, it's a matter of retrieval. Sometimes I can pull it out, others not so much.

I don't want it to end, ever.  This conversation, this song, this dance, this nap.  I abhor endings...... like nature a vacuum.

Having a hard go with time slipping away.   People leave, I didn't get to say goodbye.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wb9By-lODgk

Steve Miller:  'Fly Like an Eagle'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsBwBct0_5U

The Chambers Brothers: 'Time Has Come Today'

Monday, May 23, 2016

I don't remember.

Peter Gabriel circa 1980.  Most things I do remember. Bit of a curse sometimes.

Of course, it's all in there.  It's a matter of getting it back.  I've been laughed at for saying the same, by folks who know not a thing about biology. Silly.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_X13P7V2x0

This version is the one I prefer:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87yl5pbF-ZI

Couple of days hence I'll be in the presence of my vinyl collection. I mean to get this one out and play it loud.

Monday, May 2, 2016

I'm walking a line.

For a long time I felt without style or grace
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather
I knew my heart was in the right place
I knew I'd be able to do these things.
And as we watch him digging his own grave
It is important to know that was where he's at
He can't afford to stop...That is what he believe
He'll keep on digging for a thousand years.
I'm walking a line-I'm thining about empty motion
I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-No time to begin
This isn't the time-So nothing was done
Not talking about-Not many at all
I'm turning around-No trouble at all
You notice there's nothing around you, around you
I'm walking a line-Divide and dissolve.
Never get to say much, never get to talk
Tell us a little bit, but not too much
Right about then, is where she give up
She has closed her eyes, she has give up hope
I'm walking a line-I hate to be dreaming in motion
I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-No time to begin
This isn't the time-So nothing was done
Not talking about-Not many at all
I'm turning around-No trouble at all
I'm keeping my fingers behind me, 'hind me
I'm walking a line-Divide and dissolve.
I turn myself around, I'm moving backwards and forwards
I'm moving twice as much as I was before
I'll keep on digging to the center of the Earth
I'll be down in there moving the in the room...
I'm walking a line-Visiting houses in motion
I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-No time to begin
This isn't the time-So nothing was done
Not talking about-Not many at all
I'm turning around-No trouble at all
Two different houses surround you, 'round you
I'm walking a line-Divide and dissolve.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4kREaBu_5M

Saturday, April 23, 2016

I shall so offend

as to make offense a skill.  Henry the V.

I'm told that today, THIS day is the anniversary of 400 years since the passing of William Shakespeare.  Also, his writings are much popular among those not of his national origin.

Cool beans.

The brilliant English poet and playwright William Shakespeare passed away on this date in 1616, which is exactly 400 years ago. Humphrey Bogart admired Shakespeare, and could recite over 1,000 of his classic lines. In fact, the iconic last line from The Maltese Falcon ("The, uh, stuff that dreams are made of") comes from Shakespeare's The Tempest and was included in the film at Bogart's suggestion. It was one of the very few times that the film diverged from Dashiell Hammett's book. The Tempest was one of Shakespeare's last plays, and it was in part a meditation on the fleeting nature of both life and art:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yeah, all that it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
as dreams are made on; and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.


Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Hang Fire

 This I do, tho I'd might rather not.


Hang fire refers to an unexpected delay between the triggering of a firearm and the ignition of the propellant.[1] This failure was common in firearm actions that relied on open primer pans, due to the poor or inconsistent quality of the powder. Modern firearms are susceptible also. The delay is typically too brief to be noticed, but can be several seconds.

The phrase "to hang fire" also means to delay in progressing, for example from one task to another.[2]

https://video.search.yahoo.com/video/play;_ylt=A2KLqIUEDw9Xtm0AUlosnIlQ;_ylu=X3oDMTByZWc0dGJtBHNlYwNzcgRzbGsDdmlkBHZ0aWQDBGdwb3MDMQ--?p=Hang+Fire+Lyrics&vid=a43be3f4b75b1ac4a15ab481269ceab3&turl=http%3A%2F%2Ftse1.mm.bing.net%2Fth%3Fid%3DOVP.Vc2c8b5225d871368e08da4c5d1a7e8db%26pid%3D15.1%26h%3D360%26w%3D480%26c%3D7%26rs%3D1&rurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dm25Vv1ONkOA&tit=The+Rolling+Stones+-+Hang+Fire+-+Lyrics&c=0&h=360&w=480&l=142&sigr=11b8n30s6&sigt=117sathe6&sigi=131isktvb&age=1377162377&fr2=p%3As%2Cv%3Av&fr=yhs-mozilla-001&hsimp=yhs-001&hspart=mozilla&tt=b 

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Hoping to come ashore soon.

Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack. Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack. 
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack. Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack?Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
We have worked the self-same gun, quarterdeck division.Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission.
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! 
Oftentimes have we laid out, toil nor danger fearing,Tugging out the flapping sail to the weather earring.
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
When the middle watch was on, and the time went slow, boy, Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy?
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now. Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now.
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather. Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together.
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Pali Gap

I like the version of this that's on the Rainbow Bridge album better than this one.  That said, it ain't too bad.  Nobody bends notes like Jimi.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKu1wipKSLc

Well, OK.  Maybe there's this guy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4377E7EHWCk&ebc=ANyPxKrZ_oCB46VMGRwM9PO4UEoWO6btAm4nhqluPSzRuxzE4UZQ0nQmmQ7HbqECrSh2PvCDiSkKeGpIwNiSLZIkZpBdW2M4mg

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Above the Clouds


Woke the other morning with sights sounds and smells of a bygone era fresh in my senses.  As if I'd just been. I saw it all, like it was back when. Halcion days.

I grew up in a resort community. Summertime anyways.  Populated mostly with folks from a nearby mill town.  Little cottages along the shores of a man made lake.  

These days there aren't any millers or their kids playing there so much.  The mills are all gone. Most of the little cottages, too. Now its whatever the hell you call them these days.  Rich folks, giant assed houses.

https://youtu.be/-q6q_d7CxQs

Oh, and what about that Theremin?  Cool.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Darwinian Conservatism by Larry Arnhart: Cosmic Evolution: The Known, the Unknown, and the ...

Darwinian Conservatism by Larry Arnhart: Cosmic Evolution: The Known, the Unknown, and the ...: In many of my posts over the years, I have defended an evolutionary classical liberalism, which I see as a tradition of thought that stretch...