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You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Friends do not let friends spend hours careening down the YouTube or Facebook rabbit holes.
Put that cell phone down on the ground and step back 2 paces… DO IT NOW! Don’t make me hide your charger again.
Just saying.
Pete Morton is absolutely one of my favorite folk singers of all time. While I love his voice and his simple guitar playing, the real beauty of his music is in his message and the way he crafts the words and images.
He is English, lives in London, and performs mostly in England, Belgium, The Netherlands and Germany. Occasionally, he will drift over to the States and play at The Focal Point here is St. Louis. If there were any sanity in the music business he would be better known that he is. Of course, folk music is a style that drifts in and out of popularity… but not with me.
Given that the situation in this world and this country seems to be degenerating more and more quickly, I think what the world needs is Pete’s message in his song, Two Brothers, to be taken to heart.
Sometimes the greed, the lust for power, the lust for money, the absolute self-centeredness of so many folks, the need to impose your beliefs, your religion, your values on others, even against their will, just overwhelms me. It is more than I can bear at times, and there really is no place to run. There is no alien inter-galactic ark coming to carry us safely to the proverbial mountain top.
Below is Pete Morton’s song Two Brothers. Enjoy, maybe even meditate on the message.
And so I wish it would go.
Porous Frontiers
You do not really need to know another language to know that linguistic frontiers are very porous, resulting in words from one language being incorporated into another.
English is a wonderful example of this, beginning life as a Germanic language that imposed itself on the native tongues of what was to become Scotland, England and some extent, Ireland. That mash-up, in its turn, having Nordic languages stamped on top of it. The Normans were so kind as to invade, Continue reading “Un Chicago or Una Chicago”
I would not really call myself a birder, but birds have always fascinated me. We keep a 4 station feeder outside our kitchen window and hummingbird feeders on the porch during the warmer season. A time or two Señora has complained that the birds were eating us out of house and home, but she keeps buying seed. They are definitely fun to watch and we get more than a few species taking advantage of our generosity.
I have a Biology degree that specialized on the zoological side of the science. One of my regrets is Continue reading “Eurasian Tree Sparrow”
“The secret of freedom lies in educating people, whereas the secret of tyranny is in keeping them ignorant.” ~~ Maximilien Robespierre
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“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
I am reasonably sure I know the answer to the question.
The question: Is it harder for an OCD person to live with non-OCD person, or vice versa?
Señora has had two major surgeries on her back. This has put limitations on what she can and cannot do. It is just part of our reality as the two of us age.
One thing she finds difficult is loading items into the bottom rack of the dishwasher. As much as possible I try to take on this household chore. I have explained to her multiple times that I do not mind loading and unloading the machine. I really don’t mind doing the dishes manually as it is one of those household tasks that you can step back from when done and feel a sense of completion. However, like many household chores as soon as you turn around and say Beetlejuice three times, it needs to be done again.
My mother’s attitude growing up was that she had five sons and a husband to feed; she was not going to also wash dishes for that crew. In my first bout of matrimonial fever, once the kids reached a certain age, we all took turns washing dishes, marking our turn on the calendar. The goal was to have everyone with the same number of turns at the end of month. As a teenager, I washed dishes “professionally” at a few different restaurants. After all that, I would just as soon load the dishwasher.
I started out talking about OCD. When I load the dishwasher I do it a certain way. I try to group spoons with spoons, knives with knives, dinner plates with dinner plates, etc. I do this as it requires less sorting when I am unloading the dishwasher, simplifying and speeding up the operation.
Since Señora only partially listens to me, being a founding mother of the Idle Hands School, she will frequently just hand wash the dishes. She will also occasionally add items to the dishwasher. I was cleaning up after some meal, and I had gone through the exercise of reordering the dirty dishes in the dishwasher after her additions earlier in the day. Since Señora was in the kitchen with me, I thought I would explain my system to her.
After I had completed my little spiel on the OCD way of loading the machine, she looked at me with arched eyebrows – thankfully she did not peer at me over her glasses ala my mother – and said, “Good luck with that Melvin Udall.”
Yup, I am reasonably sure I know the answer.
And so it goes.
8SCNDS
This was on the back of a F-150 pickup truck. Its message was reinforced by a sticker on the back windshield that read “Cowboy Up”. 8 seconds is the amount of time a rodeo cowboy must stay on a bull or bucking bronco to qualify for a score. Having known a couple bull riders, they are some crazy mo-fos.
I have not put out a Vanity Plate posting for a while, mainly because I am retired and not spending an hour and half or two hours a day commuting to and from downtown St. Louis. When I did I used the exercise of deciphering vanity plates as a way to help pass the time in rush hour traffic.
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My brother and I going out to play… back in the day!
And so it went…
I fell down the Meat Loaf YouTube rabbit hole.
Oh… I remember why. I made a comment to someone (DFR), “as Meat Loaf once famously said, ‘two out of three ain’t bad.'” This lead me to look up the song on YouTube: Two Out Of Three Ain’t Bad I can’t hardly listen to this song without a tear or two coming to my eyes. But then again I have way too many ghosts of past relationships rattling around my psychic, soul, or however you want to express it.
More Than I Thought
Which made me wonder if Meat Loaf was still with us. No. He died in 2022 at 74, probably of complications of COVID. To show my ignorance, I always thought of Meat Loaf as a one album wonder, Bat Out of Hell and a one film wonder, Rocky Horror Picture Show. Nothing could be further from the truth. He had a long career, both as a musician and as an actor of both film and theater. He sold millions and millions of albums world wide. His Bat Out of Hell alone sold 43 million, was certified platinum 14x, and spent almost a record of 522 weeks on the charts.
Paradise By The Dashboard Lights
I have listened to this song an unknowable number of times. It was and is a staple of rock radio. However, I have never seen the video of him singing this classic with Ellen Foley, who is from St. Louis. The video is more than a little sexy without being vulgar. The song by itself is just about a perfect encapsulation of the drama that is the relationship between men and women. What is the conventional wisdom? Women give sex to get love, men give love to get sex. As one my siblings commonly says, “true dat!”
The Video
And so it goes.
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