28/06/2007

5th Friday eve



Tomorrow is the rare 5th Friday of the month. There are only four this year and believe me, at this point, I'd say four is more than enough. Tomorrow night some friends and I are producing and performing in what is essentially a variety show at Comma Coffee and calling it 5th Friday, expérience des arts. None of us are hot about the tag but we got stuck with it for "advertising purposes" otherwise, as the argument went, nobody will know what the hell 5th Friday is about.

Finally the day arrives. Ooooh for the simple life. If only the truth could be told. Anyway, I mixed a sound track over which I'll do a live reading of some weird fiction I wrote a few years back. It was interesting putting the two together, so what the hell?!




27/06/2007

Cheney slide show, Washington Post

If you haven't been following the Washington Post four part investigative series into vice president Dick Cheney's astounding corruption of power, here's a quick and easy way to do a little catch up. They have provided a nice little slide show for people on the run.

26/06/2007

Cheney - DC's best kept secret



The Washington Post's four part investigative series on vice president Dirty Dick Cheney offers the best peek yet into the super secret shocking reality of the inner workings of his office and the Bush administration as a whole. Cheney really is the power and he is completely mad with it. For a quick recap, Keith Olbermann is doing a fine job of covering the story. Don't miss it. It's chilling. We are at a real crossroad. Either we wake up, suit up and stop this insanity or America slides past the point of no return into a nightmare we never imagined possible in the "land of the free".



Countdown: Dirty Dick Cheney




Article links to date:

1) A Different Understanding with the President
2) Pushing the Envelope on Presidential Power
3) A Strong Push from Backstage
4) Leaving no Tracks


Also, there is much to suggest that Dick Cheney was one of the masterminds of the 9-11 attack.




25/06/2007

Talk is Cheap


A hilarious new video by overunderwear.

Talk is Cheap





Dulary's Pond



If you've been following Dulary's adventures at her new home in the Elephant Sanctuary you may be wondering if she has discovered the lake yet. No, she hasn't yet and no, the staff is not going to take her there. Their thinking is that the elephants have been poked and prodded by humans all their lives and they not going to do it, not even for something fun like helping Dulary, who LOVES water, find the lake. She will find it eventually but it's a big place and her discovery. Anyway, it's summer and everyone wants her to have a swimming hole so ... next best thing ... build her a pond. I chipped in my ten bucks. You can do it too, for fun and for free. Go ahead. Total cost: $4000, that's minus my ten, of course. And no, I'm not a shill for the Sanctuary. I just love elephants.





24/06/2007

Dick Cheney, SECRET/SCI


Ironic that Dick Cheney sees himself as a kind of superhuman enema for what he views as the "constipation" of rule by law. The fact is he is the big impacted turd fouling things up. What will it take to blow this war profiteer out the backside and clear the pipes?

Perhaps four heart attacks spurred him on to take shortcuts to political immortality. In any case, he is a puppet master, Bush his shill and we are their peanut gallery. Cheney is also doing everything covertly possible to banish Congress, the House of Representatives and the Supreme Court to the nose bleed seats. But we, the "consumers", are the ones paying for the show. We are its all important audience. The neoCons impeached Clinton over a blow job. What's up the Dems? We elected them to clean house. Start by impeaching Cheney's craven ass and throw Howdy Doody Bush in for good measure.

Here's the math. Cheney's extraordinary secret authority is inversely proportional to the level of public scrutiny. It is a pleasure imagining how this human turd is squirming under the harsh light now being turned on him, as in this article at washingpost.com. Treat yourself to it.

Excerpt from Washington Post article "A Different Understanding with the President" by Barton Gellman and Jo Becker:"Stealth is among Cheney's most effective tools. Man-size Mosler safes, used elsewhere in government for classified secrets, store the workaday business of the office of the vice president. Even talking points for reporters are sometimes stamped "Treated As: Top Secret/SCI." Experts in and out of government said Cheney's office appears to have invented that designation, which alludes to "sensitive compartmented information," the most closely guarded category of government secrets. By adding the words "treated as," they said, Cheney seeks to protect unclassified work as though its disclosure would cause "exceptionally grave damage to national security.""


23/06/2007

Cheney, our shadow government


This is rich! Olbermann emails White House as they flip-flop about Cheney's claims that he is above the law but still the bastard continues operating as our very own Shadow Government and Secret Dictator. In fact, America is being ruled by the same hostile, foreign government (the NeoCons) that is running roughshod in Iraq and Afghanistan and itching to start a war in Iran. I wonder if this means Cheney would nuke the US if we don't bend to his will?


*PRIVATE DICK* CHENEY ABOVE THE LAW?





22/06/2007

Crazy Dick Cheney


Dick Cheney officially declared himself above the law several years ago and continues refusing to reveal what he's up to as our elected Vice-President. I have no doubt that this guy belongs behind bars, at least for crafting the outing of a CIA secret operative during a time of war and demanding the removal of Democratic Attorney Generals nation wide to protect his partisan, political, criminal agenda.

You may have already caught Keith Olberman's comments on Cheney excusing himself from the Executive branch of government in order to avoid scrutiny but here is the clip anyway for people like me who don't watch television or missed the show. Cheney is not only wrong, he is insane.


Crazy Dick






21/06/2007

Summer solstice 2007


Summer solstice once again. A blessing on all that you see.

Unlike last year, I had no ceremony with which to greet the longest day. Perhaps this afternoon I will have time to pause and take in a bit of this midsummer day. At the moment, I am mired in details.

Take time.






19/06/2007

Moving on


I'm still in Portland and on one of the NW's more perfect June days. Or at least the sky was blue this morning. I see now, out through the cafe window, that a fine haze of clouds has formed but the street is still sunny. I'll take it. It's nice to be in the city. Actually, according to Find Your Spot, Portland is one of the top 5 most compatible places for me to live and, other than the weather, I have to agree. Plus, Edison my sweetheart and favorite Golden Retriever in the world, is feeling good today in spite of his cancer, I've helped out some with my daughter's upcoming wedding and it's sunny so I call that good. Of course, I know back that back home the Bird Park has wound down by now, making for a less than perfect week for a bunch-o-birds, but I'll be back tomorrow and wind it up again.

The second day I was here, I made a new friend ...a rat ... a friend of a friend I guess you could say, as it was Someone from JudyBlueSky who liberated this rat from the rack at the coffee shop. Unthinkingly, you might take her for a puppet but I assure you that you'd be gravely mistaken. She is an actor and newest member of Invisible Theatre. I'm a bit concerned that the Shipping Squirrel, the troupe's resident Bad Ass, might not be very friendly at first, but he's just rude. Under all the huff and blow, he's a marshmallow but don't quote me on that. I'll deny it.

Anyway, back to work.



15/06/2007

Wichita Lineman


"...searchin' in the sun for another overload..."

When I was younger, living in Berkeley crash houses and more or less on the street, strung out on drugs, and in a terrible terrible hurry to be somewhere else the line, "and if it snows that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain" was always a comfort. It's still a good song.


Winner of Not the Worst Lawn in the World Contest



Congratulations Roy
!
Keep up the not-gold standard
just fine to not be the least fine looking
yard on the block.



In order to break the tedium of outpost life here in a world that does not yet exit, offically known as the language barrier, we hold contests and surprise give-aways from time to time, usually when there is something else pressing that needs doing immediately, in this case packing for my trip to Portland tomorrow

... SO...

I am proud to announce that the winner in the first ever Not the Worst Lawn in the World Contest is one of our favorite culture icons, just returned to the Blogosphere after a very sudden and extremely upsetting (to the rest of us) hiatus. Welcome back Roy!

...YOUR PRIZE...

a lovely,
one of kind,
wild rock
from the hot,
parched and mysterious
Nevada desert

(sorry it's not a big lump of placer gold but the sourdoughs grabbed all the easy stuff in the 1800's) is on its way to you via US Mail (as soon as you email your address. I lost it.)

Note: I just found this rock on a particularly grueling trek pushing my mt. bike through the sage brush after the road ran out. Lesson learned again: never trust a desert road and always bring plenty of water and a camera in case you cross paths with a cool looking lizard.





14/06/2007

9/11 Revisited



Please do yourself a favor and watch this video.
I promise it is worth the hour.

9/11 Revisited







12/06/2007

Rush hour in Katmandu

Rush hour in Katmandu


Lots rattling around in my head this morning ...

...ruminations about how much nicer things would be if believers would only agree that god is god and loves everybody indiscriminately (including animals, fish, birds, the planet etc. )—how a former Nuremberg prosecutor said yesterday that Guantanamo trials "violate the Nuremberg principles, as well as the spirit of the Geneva Conventions of 1949." (What took him so long to go public?)—the crooks in the White House (when oh WHEN will these bastards be stopped?)...
...5th Friday at Comma Coffee, my performance, putting up posters, staging etc.etc.etc.... my daughter's July wedding and my trip to Portland to help with planning... and oh... about a million other things... the book I haven't written yet... working out (I'm in my gym clothes, drinking coffee)... I need to start meditating.

My mind is like morning rush hour in Kathmandu.





10/06/2007

Bird Park spring update



The numerous quail who live in my neighbor Dwayne's sprawling Indian willow tree-o-life spend a lot of time here these days. They love nesting and bathing in the dirt. Yesterday afternoon there were about ten couples dozing under the bushes in a slow motion quail version of musical chairs. They belly out little tubs, lay in one awhile then switch places with each other, only no one gets left out during the switch. There are enough tubs for everyone. This morning, it being still cold, only one couple has made it over the fence so far. Napping is an afternoon pastime.

As far as the other birds go, the love talk, boasting and chest bumping has been replaced by an all day, every day feeding frenzy. As everyone knows, it takes a lot of calories to raise a family. The finches, red wings and sparrows drain the feeders by early afternoon but I've only seen one baby so far. It is a little early for that first trip to the Bird Park, but recently one fluffy toddler arrived in tow and, as usual, had no interest in feeding himself but instead chased the parent around with his mouth open, squawking for food.

I have always marveled at the relationships some people form with wild creatures but have never had any luck at it myself. A couple of years ago I tried engaging a particular crow in conversation but it didn't really go anywhere. I can identify a bird or two because of some unique physical characteristic, but that's it. There is Minerva with a swath of reddish feathers on the bottom of her left wing (I assign gender arbitrarily) and her companion with an odd feather jutting out from his left wing. I believe Minerva is back this year but, if it is her, she is looking a lot the worse for wear. Last year only a few wing feathers were a dull reddish color, now most of her feathers are faded and worn out looking. As for her friend, I don't know. Perhaps the wild-hair feather dropped out but I am saying the faded crow is Minerva and I put peanuts out with the two of them in mind.

Early this spring a new bird made it to the park, a very decrepit pigeon. It is amazing he even made it through the winter. This guy was really in tatters. Now when we go into the backyard, we are usually met with a full face flash point of wings which never fails to startle both us and the air. Big wings. Mostly big, squeaking pigeon wings pumping an emergency liftoff, occasionally mixed with the silent black wings of the crows. But Old Guy, as we called him, tottered away, maybe tossing a worried look over his shoulder but only, in the most desperate moments, was he willing to fly. We were his instant sympathizers and, if possible, avoided going into the backyard when he was around.

Old Guy's favorite place was what we call The Hills, a mound of dead sod Lee pulled up from the front last fall when he made a parking place for the off-road trailer. Old Guy liked The Hills, which we renamed Old Guy Hills in his honor. I'd show you a photo of him standing on them but my computer crashed yesterday, taking everything in the C Drive down with it. When will I ever learn? Lee partitions our hard drives to protect data from such things but I get lazy and don't move files to the safe D Drive so ... poof. No photo of Old Guy in the Old Guy Hills. He was sweet though. After surviving presumably his last winter, he loved standing on the topmost mound, some two or three feet above the world. I put a tasty mix of cracked corn and seed in a crevasse at his feet but he didn't always eat it. He just liked to sit in the sun on his mountain top and dream. Good last days.

For a couple of years a little sparrow I named Buddha Bird hung out around the house. I don't know if she was old but she was very different. She liked sitting on the lawn chair in the back, or lingering in the shadows of a cubby under the fence. Sometimes she perched for a long time on a warm rock or meditated for close to an hour on the limb of tree. She reminded me of certain passages from Desiderata. "Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence." She hasn't been back this year. "You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here." I miss her. "Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul."


But this spring, I have a new friend, reminding me of the old adage "be careful what you ask for."

A precocious crow has adopted me. He likes to talk and perches on the old wireless dish on the roof above the Bird Park and chatters away, three caws then silence. I caw back and so we go. It's fun. He doesn't fly off when I open the back door, walk across the yard or stand there making eye contact. He doesn't mind that I mangle his language but I can only imagine what the neighbors think. Good thing the immediate ones are nearly deaf, half blind or drunk. My friend and I have had many rousing conversations but now he has decided that 6 am is a good time to chat and has made a habit of sitting on the roof and doing his little three caw number for about fifteen minutes before starting his day. Lovely. He reminds me of a favorite childhood poem I used to make my mother repeat to me, "A birdie with a yellow bill, hopped upon my window sill, cocked his shining eyes and said, ain't you shamed, you sleepy head." I wish Buddha Bird were here to teach him, I'll call him Charlie, something about meditation.


06/06/2007

Bernie does the Comma


Bernie Beauchamp promises his marionette theatre is so edgy that it will "rip the head off of conventional puppetry" but his show at Comma Coffee had about as much edge as a balloon. Of course my own Invisible Theatre productions can hardly be called edgy themselves, including gripping episodes of three heads swinging in a swing to the music of William Shatner, but I make no claims. The low point in the Bernie's Saturday night performance was an ultra boring rendition of, not one but two, hard rock day glow guitar sync numbers but at that point the show went from middling to absurd and so became interesting as I am a fan of the meta absurd.




However on stage, and I suspect off, Bernie is a likable guy with a measure of grease paint for blood so in spite of the fact that no heads rolled, in its own sweet way, the show rocked. The tap dance number was especially nice as were a couple of the Vegas show tunes, perhaps because Vegas is itself a puppet show, just on a much grander scale. Eventually, some people in the audience started singing along, a baby laughed and danced as her mother dangled and bounced her over the floor and the marionettes charmed this particularly charming little girl in the big hat. It is fair to say that, especially for some, Bernie and his troope were a big hit. I just wanted more because his puppets are so darn beautiful, but maybe he toned it down for the Comma.




Your next chance to catch Bernie and his friends will be in Reno during the first annual extravaganza Dada Motel, June 28th - 30. They will be appearing at the Studio on 4th, the Trocadero Room in the El Cortez Hotel, and at the River Plaza.



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Ps. I did a quick search at YouTube on the subject and found Scott Land's marionettes. I don't know if they are really "edgy" either but they have interesting head and eye movements and interact with people which adds an extra dimension. As you might have guessed by now, I like puppets.



02:10






02/06/2007

5th Friday





This is our first event as the 5th Night Company. I must say, it has been interesting so far and the performance is still 4 weeks away. We are attempting to bring together a lot of elements for a blue moon, leap year, only on a 5th Friday kind of thing. I suppose that in the unstoppable march of time, we shall see how it all plays out. I just finished the poster. It will go to the printer on Monday.





31/05/2007

Spider mine



Come into my parlor,
said the spider to the mountain biker.





(enlarge this close-up and
you will see the spider
waiting by the rock
in the upper left
corner)







30/05/2007

Weight Watchers update


John Amato at Crooks and Liars just posted doing Weight Watchers (11 lbs. so far!) and it reminded me that I haven't done an update since I started the program five months ago. I am nearing my target weight of 115. You may not be impressed by that but it impresses the hell out of me, especially as I'm not on a "diet" or randomly starving myself.

A couple of weeks ago I was at 118 and the trainer advised me to declare my target weight, the idea being if I maintain it for 6 weeks, I earn a free lifetime membership. This is the fine tuning phase. I began by adding 4 extra points to my daily intake and in one week I gained 2 lbs. That's not unusual but, as we had a substitute trainer at the next meeting, I dropped the extra points for this week. Freaked me out. Tomorrow is weigh-in. Can't wait to see what's up or (hopefully) down.

Driftwork review


No need to pencil in the Pulitzer award dinner at this point but Driftwork got a good review in issue #24 of Zine World:



Driftwork #1: Describes its contents as "poetry, fabrication, image, rants, and review." Issue #1 is mostly poetry and b&w photographs along with some short essays. There is some very good writing here. The punch-line to "The Gril with the Tootie Fruity Hat" made me laugh. A piece about leaving home at eighteen is poingnant without being sappy. "Sylvia and Ted" deftly describes the dance that is done in relationships, in only a few strokes. Nicely produced. Asha Anderson, PO Box 1436, Gardnerville NV 89410, www.driftwork.net, asha@driftwork.net [$3, trades ok (contact first), ftp 16S :30]—Anu, reviewer for Zine World, a Reader's Guide to the Underground Press


As for a 2nd issue, I'm still waiting for enough good work to fill it. Think about submitting something, even if you 're in the 1st issue. See contact form on this blog . Keep in mind that simultaneous submissions and previously published material okay. Contributors get 2 free copies and can purchase more at cost. Sorry I can't give more away but it costs me enough out of pocket as it is.

Driftwork is yet another minuscule underground press publication and distribution is really limited but there are other advantages to being included in it, besides going in your bio and impressing friends and family. If you read your work in public, reading it from a publication lends a little credibility to your presentation and may generate a sale or two among audience members. Beyond that, many bookstores reserve a shelf for local and/or small press publications and will be happy to take a few copies so you make a little profit selling them there, what to speak of spreading your fame and glory. So submit, damn it! The future awaits you.





28/05/2007

Nevada gold


It was a nice day for a ride so we loaded the bikes into the jeep and headed to the Pinenut range which is about eight miles from our house. One road in particular provides direct access but recently someone posted "Keep Out" and "Private Road" signs at the entrance. It leads to old mine so we decided to drive there in hopes of getting permission from the owner to use it. I suppose it was a bit risky but we were, after all, wearing crazy bike clothes and hardly looked like claim jumpers.


Monster at the fork in the road
00:20


It's only a few miles in, winding between the foothills but one turn and all the development, McMansions and frenzy in the valley fades to naught. Went we got to the mine we parked and weighed the possibility of getting shot. We considered going back but heard a generator and decided what the hell? After all, we're here. We went the rest of the way on foot. As it turned out a really nice old couple, Lee and Ted, work the claim. They've lived there for years, even in the winter when temperatures fall to 30 below zero. They look a bit like Jack Sprat and his wife, except she is the one who is thin as a bean. They have quite an operation, crushing rock and separating, by degree, particles of gold from everything else, magnetic sand (lead) being the last to go. At the end stage, they use water, hand, and eye. The process requires great patience, more than most people, or at least I, could possibly muster. I don't know if they sell bags of gold flake somewhere but they do make jewelery. They fill transparent lockets with gold flakes and hang the little pods from necklaces and earrings. Pure Nevada gold. They should have a website.




23/05/2007

4x death and desert kings


As we were poking around Virginia City mountain roads last week, news of this fellow's death in the paper today caught my attention. Besides being a sad tale of a perhaps avoidable death, there is a lesson to be learned. The regular jeep trails are bad enough but driving on the lip of a pit mine is truly tempting fate.

Man killed when Jeep falls into old mining pit

by Karen Woodmansee
Appeal Staff Writer, kwoodmansee@nevadaappeal.com
May 23, 2007


From the Nevada Appeal


A 63-year-old California man on a rock-hunting trip with his wife was killed Tuesday when the Jeep he was driving rolled off a narrow trail in Virginia City into an abandoned mining pit.

The Storey County Sheriff's Office received the call about 3:50 p.m. According to Sgt. Kenneth Quirk, Alvin Ellwood Baldwin was trying to maneuver his vehicle on a narrow trail high above the Loring Pit when he lost control and rolled 500 feet into the pit.

The Loring Pit is located across State Route 341 from the Historic Fourth Ward School on the south end of town.

Quirk said Baldwin, of Occidental, Calif., was ejected from the vehicle and pronounced dead at the scene.

"They were up above the pit and that is on the very narrow roadway, it's more of a trail," he said. "The wife actually got out because it was too treacherous. He tried to do a maneuver and it rolled."

Quirk said the couple had driven to Nevada from Occidental and had gotten a room at a hotel in Carson City.

Quirk said the wife was taken to the sheriff's office where she called friends in California, who drove over to stay with her.

"It was horrible, simply horrible," he said.

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Desert raven riding a wild horse.
Sorry the resolution is so small. It's almost
impossible to see the raven but he's there
right on the horse's withers.
There was one particularly sweet moment I forgot to mention in my post about our misadventures last week. Unfortunately, the photo I took doesn't show much, but if you look closely at the horse's withers, you might be able to make out the hitchhiking bird riding him. They crossed the road in front of us but neither were a bit concerned about our presence. The bird was as regal as a desert king riding slowly through the land upon his favorite steed.





22/05/2007

Our oceans are turning into plastic...are we?


You owe it to yourself to at least skim this article in Best Life Magazine. Yet another reason to avoid bottled water - a vast swath of the Pacific, twice the size of Texas, is full of plastic.
Our oceans are turning into plastic...are we?



20/05/2007

War Pigs - The Iraq Video Remix






"War Pigs was originally an anti-Vietnam War song and is perhaps the best known of Black Sabbath's work. It first appeared on their 1970 release, Paranoid, but has come to be used by anyone who hates the horrors of war and warmakers." Read more...





16/05/2007

Gonzales bullys for Bush


This footage of James B. Comey, former Deputy Attorney General of the United States, testifying yesterday, May 15th, about how Gonzales and Card tried to force a reauthorization of the administration's spying on the general American population. Watch it. It's chilling how far the neocons are willing to go. Enter the labyrinth through DailyKos.


Gonzales, a bully for Bush


Attila, the Attorney General