That is the longest and skinniest cafe I have seen CG.lol..btw I just responded to you on the last thread so be sure to read….What’s with the cafe today????
How about some Faux Fan slappin rap instead? I’m new to the rap but it’s fun. There should be a cadence in there somewhere with a few downbeat pauses to grab a drink.
Yeah I carry ’round a slap in my hand, use it when I can
try to lay some sense in an unenlightened fan, of the Fox,
no, not the one that rocks, looking sultry sorting socks,
It’s waiting for the wingnut shouting shit he heard on Fox
Screaming louder now, so I gotta wonder how,
if the brightness won’t go up using volume longer
ain’t the trick that common sense allows
So when you happen on to see, a loyal drone of Faux TV
Share the word of truth and leave a slap or two for me
We can bring em on you see, back to true democray
Look at what they’re buying now it’s true dupability
I need an agent or representation of some sort. I have an uncanny ability to do many things well but it stumbles at monetary negotiations.
I think it must be some deep-seated conflict of attatching a price to artistic value, thereby somehow devaluing it. I say, fuck-that, if somebody else can earn some cash selling what I create and I make more by their skills, then I’m all for it.
Oh…I would gladly profit from it as long as it’s someone else who is selling it. I’ve done the soul searching to find my strengths and weaknesses. Knowing them doesn’t equal overcoming them consistently. The offer for offers stands and I displayed my email if anyone has ideas.
Suffering is a noble endeavour but it leaves me hungry.
Damn, I fell asleep after all and missed all the fun!
rumi, you are good — I love writing poetry — these days, I can’t seem to finish any short stories or longer pieces (probably becuase the longeset piece of all os looming over my head: the dissertation and it has jammed up all of my sustained creativity!
I like to share my stuff too, never been published, but I love open mike nights! Maybe you and I could host a weekly or monthly poetry slam here on BMT? I know that Boo has been trying to get weekend traffic up — there is the once monthly book club, maybe we could do alternates with the poetry on a Sat. or a Sun.?
Thanks and thanks to CG up there.
It’s agreat outlet to vent or share feelings that otherwise get too heavy to carry alone. I know what you mean about hitting that wall when there is just too much else going on.
I’m game for anything creative that would inspire participation or lurking. We could have a great time doing it too. I’ll start tracking down any scattered thoughts and ideas.
I think I’ll be asleep before I get toasted tonight… just opened a Hidden River Pale Ale after getting all of the food into various coolers, taking the freezer door off, and unscrewing various things, only to find that that the freaking drawer does NOT slide out and I can’t get the damned plastic floor of the freezer out either, so I I actually succeeded in doing was being able to peek in and see a SHITload of mold that I can’t get to….ick.
The fridge is unplugged, the drain seems to be wroking ok, so we’ll see if everything just melts and drains away by morning, oh, and I will vacuum off the condenser coils which are UNDER the fridge — man, is it nasty down there as well.
As with older vehicles that I could do routine maintence on just fine all by myself. I found myself wishing for the old fridge we had growing up, where I knew where everything was, how to clean it and there was no fucking syrofoam involved.
With that, I bid you all good night and thank you for all of your well wishes!
any that I was actually at, I guess. (Not too many.)
But the best, hands down, was when they played all day at the Armadillo on a Thanksgiving. They had played the night before at the coliseum here, which I hadn’t gone to, but woke up the next morning and someone called and said – “Get down to the Armadillo. The Grateful Dead is going to play – [my sort of ex husband]’s already down there helping set up equipment.”
They played for about 12 hours, I think, from ~11am til ~11pm. Everybody that I had ever met in Austin was there. And all got there by word of mouth. Absolutely packed with wall-to-wall freaks. And the Armadillo was pretty big. Leon Russell happened to be in town and sat in for a while. Also Mary (fiddle) and some of the other Greezy Wheels folks. Probably others. My consciousness was somewhat altered at the time . . .
My sort-of-ex was working at a radio station then and brought some good recording equipment and started recording it. They asked him not to, so he stopped. He still complains that that was the last time they told anyone not to record.
Okay, today, being eid and all, is the day for recalling this…
Picture this….
7pm–Brooklyn Academy of Music–all gussied up and incredibly smart looking people in the audience.
Among them, 4 incredibly scruffy looking blokes–me and three of my friends whom I had dragged to this concert.
A quiet stage which slowly fills with large men (large in all senses of the term) sitting on the floor with lots of weird looking (to my friends) instruments. And then slowly Nusrat begins to sing. Aaaahhhhh!!!
I don’t know how to describe this–it fills the core of my being–the empty spaces I didn’t even know that I had.
The music picks up tempo and slowly becomes hypnotic and as I look around I see people swaying along with the rhythm–people who had never heard this music before.
I lose myself to the beat, the lyrics, the tempo, the rhythm….
And then I see—my friends–who came just to humor a friend, sidling out of their seat and dancing, DANCING!!! in the aisles. And I realize it is not only the scruffy people dancing–all those uptight-looking, gussied up, smart people are doing it too!!
It is my one memory that always, without fail, brings a beatific smile to my face.
Ohhhh Janet–I am so sorry–but isn’t must must the greatest? If I were remotely computer/music stuff literate, I’ll snow you with more stuff–as it is count your blessings I am not doing that.
And to show you what a good sport I am – and what heroic levels of self-denial I can rise to — I am not even going to write about all my favorite songs–unless you ask me to.
iTunes is indeed brilliant… it has introduced me to all kinds of music I’d never hear otherwise, because it lets me start out with just a taste or two of performers or kinds of music I’m not familiar with. Whereas the long banks of CDs in Borders are a bit overwhelming, iTunes lures me in to try new things…
I assume you’re talking about Grateful Dead performances. Well, I only saw them twice, and since one of those times was at Altamont, I guess the other one wins by default.
It was the 1968 New Years Eve bash at Winterland. 9:00 p.m. to 9:00 a.m. with breakfast included in the price of my $6 ticket. Also on the bill, Quicksilver Messenger Service, It’s a Beautiful Day, and Santana.
Liz stayed with me for a while after Katrina. With her two teeny dogs. So for a while we had 4 dogs and 3 cats here. I’ve been worried about her since she went back to NO a few weeks ago. She’s 76, and lives alone – never married, no kids. Anyway, I was afraid it was too soon for her to be back there and I felt guilty about not trying harder to talk her out of going back. Her neighborhood (Uptown) wasn’t flooded, but still . . .
Anyway, she called tonight – said she just now found my number. Sounds well and happy and busy, so I feel very relieved. Says her dogs miss my dogs. She’s a super religious Catholic (I got very good at smiling and saying, “ummm hmmmm” while she was here) so I will be heavily prayed for and masses will be said in my honor and in honor of all of us wonderful, kind Texans.
… Bush expects all White House staff to adhere to the “spirit as well as the letter” of all ethics laws and rules. As a result, “the White House counsel’s office will conduct a series of presentations next week that will provide refresher lectures on general ethics rules, including the rules of governing the protection of classified information,”
Hehe. Yeah right. Just a few ‘refresher’ brown-bags and no more CIA outings. Oh boy.
Hey all! Don’t really know if most of the regulars remember me…posted alot after the “second crossing”, and then dropped off for a bit. RL has been quite hectic lately..so look for a diary soon. 😉
tonight’s drink is:
Cruzan rum and ginger ale on ice…real smooth on the tummy 😉
haven’t read the thread yet…just thought I would drop in the cafe and see if my comfy chair is still around…
I’m always impressed with people who can stay up past 10:00 and get up early. I’ve got the getting up early part down to a science but I can’t seem to do the staying up part anymore. Can’t do the sleeping through the night, either.
The secret I need you to share is how you are able to 1) wake up, 2) do stuff that requires that you be awake enough to have coordination and 3) still go back to sleep.
If you can teach the rest of us how to do all three, your fortune is made and I will able to suggest some really great college towns for you and the CBs to move to.
Getting toasted this morning. Cold enough to start a fire, and that dead cottonwood we’ve been harvesting from our place sure does the trick. Cleanest burning wood you can get. I didn’t have to brush out my flue pipe this year, after burning cottonwood (mostly) last year. Hardly a speck of creosote in there.
Jerome’s diary about wind power brought out an interesting statistic on bird deaths. Cats are the number two cause, after windows, and wind turbines are statistically insignificant, by comparison. This needs to be emphasised to the animal lovers who worry about the poor birds getting thrashed up by the wind turbines; I’m one of them, but I’ve also got five cats, out here in the boonies, who are needed to keep the rodents at bay.
A fresh thread…
That is the longest and skinniest cafe I have seen CG.lol..btw I just responded to you on the last thread so be sure to read….What’s with the cafe today????
I don’t know why it’s doing that! Editing time…
That’s better. It seems to be inserting extra breaks when I copy and paste my html. Weird.
That’s better!!!!!Lot’s of work running a cafe, eh!
Did you switch to HTML format instead of Autoformat?
Maybe that’s it. It’s better now, though.
Thanks for the new digs. I didn’t have a bit of trouble finding the place. It’s good to have somewhere to stretch out and have room to hink.
Hink all you want, Rumi…
write you a poem 😉
I’ll bet he probably would. Toasted or lightly crisped, doesn’t matter.
Well, ok, I was going to finish my beer and go to bed, but if we’re having a poetry slam, I may just have to stick around!
Would a couple of friendly poetry slaps suffice? I don’t know if I’m to the level of an outright slam.
…obscene limericks perhaps?
This should be interesting… 🙂
If it doesn’t rise to the level of interesting it should at least be laughable.
Rules! We need rules to completely disregard. The soul of the poet is fed by the discovery of peace in chaos.
So, any rules to ignore? Any hints as to what’s allowed or should be avoided?
Any rules you want to make so you can break ’em? You need more than one person for a poetry slap, right?
</blissful ignorance>
The war issues always heavy on my mind so this just sort of fell out. It may or may not be any good but it says something so that’s a good thing.
I’ll move on to something happier quick, but this really is a positive message for what we’re trying to do in the world.
Weary from the struggles fought
carry on the confrontation
Inheritance bought, by brother’s
blood has paid her bill in full.
Nights alone ache deeper cold
those showing brilliant stars,
Dreams destroyed and future sold
rage confused this shivering fool.
War is waged within us all, now
a conflict in their name
leading change as worthy if somehow
They would, if here, the same pursue.
if not, who wrote it?
It’s me, thanks.
How about some Faux Fan slappin rap instead? I’m new to the rap but it’s fun. There should be a cadence in there somewhere with a few downbeat pauses to grab a drink.
Yeah I carry ’round a slap in my hand, use it when I can
try to lay some sense in an unenlightened fan, of the Fox,
no, not the one that rocks, looking sultry sorting socks,
It’s waiting for the wingnut shouting shit he heard on Fox
Screaming louder now, so I gotta wonder how,
if the brightness won’t go up using volume longer
ain’t the trick that common sense allows
So when you happen on to see, a loyal drone of Faux TV
Share the word of truth and leave a slap or two for me
We can bring em on you see, back to true democray
Look at what they’re buying now it’s true dupability
I hope you are sending these to publishers. Or if you do not want money, at least make a blog of them for the benefit of earth residents.
I need an agent or representation of some sort. I have an uncanny ability to do many things well but it stumbles at monetary negotiations.
I think it must be some deep-seated conflict of attatching a price to artistic value, thereby somehow devaluing it. I say, fuck-that, if somebody else can earn some cash selling what I create and I make more by their skills, then I’m all for it.
I can understand if you do not feel right profiting from it, but you do have a responsibility to share it.
Go to http://www.blogspot.com and click create blog.
You do not have to be a nerd. It is made for the clueless and the Luddites. Even I was able to make one.
Oh…I would gladly profit from it as long as it’s someone else who is selling it. I’ve done the soul searching to find my strengths and weaknesses. Knowing them doesn’t equal overcoming them consistently. The offer for offers stands and I displayed my email if anyone has ideas.
Suffering is a noble endeavour but it leaves me hungry.
These are good. I second ductape’s idea about putting them on a blog or something.
Damn, I fell asleep after all and missed all the fun!
rumi, you are good — I love writing poetry — these days, I can’t seem to finish any short stories or longer pieces (probably becuase the longeset piece of all os looming over my head: the dissertation and it has jammed up all of my sustained creativity!
I like to share my stuff too, never been published, but I love open mike nights! Maybe you and I could host a weekly or monthly poetry slam here on BMT? I know that Boo has been trying to get weekend traffic up — there is the once monthly book club, maybe we could do alternates with the poetry on a Sat. or a Sun.?
Let me know what you think!
Thanks and thanks to CG up there.
It’s agreat outlet to vent or share feelings that otherwise get too heavy to carry alone. I know what you mean about hitting that wall when there is just too much else going on.
I’m game for anything creative that would inspire participation or lurking. We could have a great time doing it too. I’ll start tracking down any scattered thoughts and ideas.
Hey Guys!
Why are you hanging around in the tattered wreck of this
Come on over to where the tables are clean and the food is fresh!
I just sent you an email — let’s see what we can come up with!!
this is always worth revisiting.
that almost warrants a Zero!
I think I’ll be asleep before I get toasted tonight… just opened a Hidden River Pale Ale after getting all of the food into various coolers, taking the freezer door off, and unscrewing various things, only to find that that the freaking drawer does NOT slide out and I can’t get the damned plastic floor of the freezer out either, so I I actually succeeded in doing was being able to peek in and see a SHITload of mold that I can’t get to….ick.
The fridge is unplugged, the drain seems to be wroking ok, so we’ll see if everything just melts and drains away by morning, oh, and I will vacuum off the condenser coils which are UNDER the fridge — man, is it nasty down there as well.
As with older vehicles that I could do routine maintence on just fine all by myself. I found myself wishing for the old fridge we had growing up, where I knew where everything was, how to clean it and there was no fucking syrofoam involved.
With that, I bid you all good night and thank you for all of your well wishes!
is some music for the lounge.
is that London concert with the Stella Blue you were listening to? Is it a Dick’s Pick? Download from the GD site?
it will take about 10 minutes. I think I’m cool with Dead tunes because they are cool on the copyright shit.
and thanks for the Dancin’. I enjoyed it very much. But I meant, is that concert available somewhere?
yeah I think it is Dick’s Picks number 7.
You just cost me sixteen bucks. 😉
there is nothing you can hold for very long…
are your all time favorite performances?
any that I was actually at, I guess. (Not too many.)
But the best, hands down, was when they played all day at the Armadillo on a Thanksgiving. They had played the night before at the coliseum here, which I hadn’t gone to, but woke up the next morning and someone called and said – “Get down to the Armadillo. The Grateful Dead is going to play – [my sort of ex husband]’s already down there helping set up equipment.”
They played for about 12 hours, I think, from ~11am til ~11pm. Everybody that I had ever met in Austin was there. And all got there by word of mouth. Absolutely packed with wall-to-wall freaks. And the Armadillo was pretty big. Leon Russell happened to be in town and sat in for a while. Also Mary (fiddle) and some of the other Greezy Wheels folks. Probably others. My consciousness was somewhat altered at the time . . .
My sort-of-ex was working at a radio station then and brought some good recording equipment and started recording it. They asked him not to, so he stopped. He still complains that that was the last time they told anyone not to record.
I’m think it was . . . . ’72? ’73?
Okay, today, being eid and all, is the day for recalling this…
Picture this….
7pm–Brooklyn Academy of Music–all gussied up and incredibly smart looking people in the audience.
Among them, 4 incredibly scruffy looking blokes–me and three of my friends whom I had dragged to this concert.
A quiet stage which slowly fills with large men (large in all senses of the term) sitting on the floor with lots of weird looking (to my friends) instruments. And then slowly Nusrat begins to sing. Aaaahhhhh!!!
I don’t know how to describe this–it fills the core of my being–the empty spaces I didn’t even know that I had.
The music picks up tempo and slowly becomes hypnotic and as I look around I see people swaying along with the rhythm–people who had never heard this music before.
I lose myself to the beat, the lyrics, the tempo, the rhythm….
And then I see—my friends–who came just to humor a friend, sidling out of their seat and dancing, DANCING!!! in the aisles. And I realize it is not only the scruffy people dancing–all those uptight-looking, gussied up, smart people are doing it too!!
It is my one memory that always, without fail, brings a beatific smile to my face.
NUSRAT ROCKS!!
I don’t care if he is dead–he STILL ROCKS!!
(Sorry Booman, for hikacking your thread)
go get you some Nusrat
you poco have just cost me ten bucks. (Mustt Mustt).
Steve Jobs is just diabolically brilliant. iTunes is dangerous.
Ohhhh Janet–I am so sorry–but isn’t must must the greatest? If I were remotely computer/music stuff literate, I’ll snow you with more stuff–as it is count your blessings I am not doing that.
And to show you what a good sport I am – and what heroic levels of self-denial I can rise to — I am not even going to write about all my favorite songs–unless you ask me to.
I’ll bite. But I dunno about all your favorite songs. How about a top ten?
Janet–your good nature leads you to where you should not go…
Okay–I’ll recommend one cd very highly (does using cd make me a luddite?)
Its Nusrat’s “The Day, The Night, The Dawn, The Dusk”
Yeah I know, terrible name, but it has only three songs on it, which are absolutely to die for:
If you enjoyed must must you’ll love these. Let me know what you think of ’em.
That is very neat stuff. I will have to go back and listen some more when I’m a bit more awake. Very very cool.
iTunes is indeed brilliant… it has introduced me to all kinds of music I’d never hear otherwise, because it lets me start out with just a taste or two of performers or kinds of music I’m not familiar with. Whereas the long banks of CDs in Borders are a bit overwhelming, iTunes lures me in to try new things…
I assume you’re talking about Grateful Dead performances. Well, I only saw them twice, and since one of those times was at Altamont, I guess the other one wins by default.
It was the 1968 New Years Eve bash at Winterland. 9:00 p.m. to 9:00 a.m. with breakfast included in the price of my $6 ticket. Also on the bill, Quicksilver Messenger Service, It’s a Beautiful Day, and Santana.
we needed something to drown out the not-so-melodic sounds of Pat O’Brien upthread…
Well, a rather late but still heartfelt Eid Mubarak to everyone!
“Is the party over?” one asks, sidling in with a rather silly grin on the face.
The party is not over, it goes on for 3 days. 😉
Check out this 1974 Stella Blue. The guitar is to die for.
I was all set and looking forward to listening and somehow the link knocked me off my barstool.
….I’m going back in. If you don’t hear from me in 5 min, send out search packets.
Liz stayed with me for a while after Katrina. With her two teeny dogs. So for a while we had 4 dogs and 3 cats here. I’ve been worried about her since she went back to NO a few weeks ago. She’s 76, and lives alone – never married, no kids. Anyway, I was afraid it was too soon for her to be back there and I felt guilty about not trying harder to talk her out of going back. Her neighborhood (Uptown) wasn’t flooded, but still . . .
Anyway, she called tonight – said she just now found my number. Sounds well and happy and busy, so I feel very relieved. Says her dogs miss my dogs. She’s a super religious Catholic (I got very good at smiling and saying, “ummm hmmmm” while she was here) so I will be heavily prayed for and masses will be said in my honor and in honor of all of us wonderful, kind Texans.
but wanted to say “Hiya” in the new Cafe…
Hiya, back.
It’s nice to meet you.
Check this shiz out! HAHAHAHAHA
I especially liked this:
Hehe. Yeah right. Just a few ‘refresher’ brown-bags and no more CIA outings. Oh boy.
Tee-hee, lunch and learn sessions will fix my poll ratings, yeah, that’s the ticket…
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To CabinGirl Thanks for last week`s welcome. The winter cabin shot is in your tasty dishes cafe. I also concur with your comment on getting that ugly taste out.
Will repost this from the other cafe thread..
Hey all! Don’t really know if most of the regulars remember me…posted alot after the “second crossing”, and then dropped off for a bit. RL has been quite hectic lately..so look for a diary soon. 😉
tonight’s drink is:
Cruzan rum and ginger ale on ice…real smooth on the tummy 😉
haven’t read the thread yet…just thought I would drop in the cafe and see if my comfy chair is still around…
Have missed you guys so much lately…
Welcome back! Saw you on the frappr map the other day…what’s new?
sometimes…
I’m always impressed with people who can stay up past 10:00 and get up early. I’ve got the getting up early part down to a science but I can’t seem to do the staying up part anymore. Can’t do the sleeping through the night, either.
I have a dog that goes out around 5 every morning, so I hop on the computer while she’s out, and then go back to bed after she comes in.
The secret I need you to share is how you are able to 1) wake up, 2) do stuff that requires that you be awake enough to have coordination and 3) still go back to sleep.
If you can teach the rest of us how to do all three, your fortune is made and I will able to suggest some really great college towns for you and the CBs to move to.
I rarely sleep past 5:00 am anymore and I rarely go to bed before midnight.
My secret? Having 4 nine-pound babies who spent a combined 36 months doing a jig on my bladder. Ah…the joys of motherhood.
I do enjoy being the only one up in the morning, especially when it’s nice out and I can sit on the porch and watch the sky lighten.
Getting toasted this morning. Cold enough to start a fire, and that dead cottonwood we’ve been harvesting from our place sure does the trick. Cleanest burning wood you can get. I didn’t have to brush out my flue pipe this year, after burning cottonwood (mostly) last year. Hardly a speck of creosote in there.
Jerome’s diary about wind power brought out an interesting statistic on bird deaths. Cats are the number two cause, after windows, and wind turbines are statistically insignificant, by comparison. This needs to be emphasised to the animal lovers who worry about the poor birds getting thrashed up by the wind turbines; I’m one of them, but I’ve also got five cats, out here in the boonies, who are needed to keep the rodents at bay.