Thursday, July 31, 2008

Nuts, Hot Nuts

Doug Clark and the Hot Nuts. Now there was a party band. Here is a video made by a fan:

Monday, July 28, 2008

Alice: 1993 - 2008

It was probably the cancer that caused the liver failure a couple of months ago. Today it was the lungs and it was too much.

R.I.P Alice.

"Dog," by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The dog trots freely in the street

and sees reality

and the things he sees

are bigger than himself

and the things he sees

are his reality

Drunks in doorways

Moons on trees

The dog trots freely thru the street

and the things he sees

are smaller than himself

Fish on newsprint

Ants in holes

Chickens in Chinatown windows

their heads a block away

The dog trots freely in the street

and the things he smells

smell something like himself

The dog trots freely in the street

past puddles and babies

cats and cigars

poolrooms and policemen

He doesn't hate cops

He merely has no use for them

and he goes past them

and past the dead cows hung up whole

in front of the San Francisco Meat Market

He would rather eat a tender cow

than a tough policeman

though either might do

And he goes past the Romeo Ravioli Factory

and past Coit's Tower

and past Congressman Doyle of the Unamerican Committee

He's afraid of Coit's Tower

but he's not afraid of Congressman Doyle

although what he hears is very discouraging

very depressing

very absurd

to a sad young dog like himself

to a serious dog like himself

But he has his own free world to live in

His own fleas to eat

He will not be muzzled

Congressman Doyle is just another

fire hydrant

to him

The dog trots freely in the street

and has his own dog's life to live

and to think about

and to reflect upon

touching and tasting and testing everything

investigating everything

without benefit of perjury

a real realist

with a real tale to tell

and a real tail to tell it with

a real live


democratic dog

engaged in real

free enterprise

with something to say

about ontology

something to say

about reality

and how to see it

and how to hear it

with his head cocked sideways

at streetcorners

as if he is just about to have

his picture taken

for Victor Records

listening for

His Master's Voice

and looking

like a living questionmark

into the

great gramophone

of puzzling existence

with its wondrous hollow horn

which always seems

just about to spout forth

some Victorious answer

to everything

Monday, July 21, 2008

Monkey Mondays: Where Is Your God Now?

Yes, it's a Bob Marley/Iron Maiden mashup .... and a monkey!

Friday, July 18, 2008

Olaf Made Me Do It

Olaf over at tagged me to do some sort of meme. I am supposed to tag 5 other people. As I am sort a recluse, both on the Internet and in real life, the tagging will end here. Also, I don't think I know 5 other people with blogs.

1. What was I doing 10 years ago?

Well back in 1998, I was living in Ball Ground Georgia, working as an desktop database developer in Duluth Georgia and enrolled in the MBA program at Kennesaw State University. I think I spent more time that year driving than doing anything else.

2. What are 5 things on my to-do list today?

It is almost Ten O'clock so these items are in the past. I finished some reports at work. I swam laps at Green Street Pool at noon. I had a rare lunch date with the missus at Longhorn thus using a gift card that had been in my wallet for a month. I cooked a pretty good stir fry containing leftover rice and the remains of a roasted chicken that had been in the fridge since Wednesday. I watched the latest Avatar - The Last Airbender episode with the small child. All I have left on the list is to finish this post and go to sleep

3. Snacks I enjoy:

For better or worse I like pretty much all of them. I'm a snackin' fool but there are others who take snacking to another level.

4. Places I’ve lived:

These towns are all in Georgia: Tifton, Athens, Canton, Jasper, Ball Ground and Gainesville. Athens was the most fun from what I remember.

5. Things I would do if I were a billionaire:

I would try to keep a very low profile. You have to keep a low profile when you are building an army of indestructible killer robot monkeys. Then there is another step best described as "?" but after that is step 3: Profit.

I would also hire The Cramps to play at my daughters first school dance. Hell, I might try to do that anyway.

I could probably do the monkey robot thing with less than a billion dollars too.

"I can't lose with the stuff I use...."

Monday, July 14, 2008

Monkey Mondays: A Touch of Class

Well, it rhymes with class at least. Damn. What quality entertainment I find on the Internets....

Monday, July 07, 2008

Monkey Mondays From Across The Pond