August 17, 2012

Wall Street Sunflower


I've become a wall flower at the dance of life.
No longer doing The Hustle in the marketplace.

Leaning on the wall and watching a vibrant world groove without me wouldn't be so uncomfortable if it was a transitional part of growing up, knowing that it'll be better once I find my own vibe and someone to vibrate with.
Eagerness and verve needs to be engaged with.
It gets stunted when lurking and watching.

Such a waste to be wishing I was not just at the dance but in the groove and busting a move with a partner with a similar beat and rhythm

"Fun is fun, but not alone." (Sayeth Sinatra).
This flower is appreciated (solo) but it could be actualized by giving it away. Sharing it.
Give someone flowers! Such a lovely thing to do.

Like the blues lyric: "I got everything I need! Almost."
Got the flower. Got the gifting grace. Desire a'plenty.
Just add a worthy partner to share the vibe and all would change in an instant.
Then I would again enjoy a little sabbatical from the stage and arena.

July 16, 2012

Sister's First Stereo

Portable, (the 70's synonym for "Mobile"), means "comes with a built-in handle in its plastic assembly".


Look intently and hear echoes of vinyl Hi-Fi LPs, such as:

-- Three Dog Night, "I Never Been to Spain"
-- The Carpenters, "Superstar"
-- Carol King, "I Feel the Earth Move (under my feet)"
-- The Fifth Dimension, "Age of Aquarius"
-- Rare Earth, "Live in Concert", in which the band gets into about 28 minutes of "Get Ready" at a stadium rock concert. The album cover looks like a backpack.

For 45 singles you can make a playlist of about 5 songs by stacking the 45s on the spindle - once you've added the plastic adaptor to match up to the wider hole of a 45rpm single.
Singles had B Sides that were filler, with a few priceless exceptions, like "Little Deuce Coup" and "409" by The Beach Boys.

The automatic turntable drops a record down onto the spinning record platter, then the stylus drops the needle directly on the start of the groove. It plays a record, then switches itself off when it comes to the end! So, that way you can play yourself to sleep.
The two main albums to play at Lights Out were Carol King "Tapestry" and The Fifth Dimension "Age of Aquarius - Let the Sunshine in."

I fell in love with Karen Carpenter while falling asleep, hearing her contra alto from down the hall, singing:
"Long ago and oh so far away, I fell in love with you before the second show.
Your guitar is so sweet and clear, but you're not really here, it's just the radio."

After Sister had this for about 3 months, I broke the turntable by forcing it to play backwards. I was listening for messages from the devil via Three Dog Night.
My Dad fixed it, or course, because at that age nothing could happen that Daddy couldn't make right.
It worked again just fine and I learned to keep my hands off of it. It was hers. Not mine. All a part of growing up.

I retrieved it from the attic because it's such a good conversation piece.
That conversation never happened, too much care-giving and nursing got in the way (chemo, food, medicine). But I did get a chance to tell about seeing the old turntable, which brought up shared memories of when we had grown big enough to choose our own music.

Hearing that I'd dragged that old record player from the attic, she had the same reaction she's always had with me: kinda blank at first, then a gentle realization that I was onto something good, which means good for her, too.

PS: Her pesky little brother had a secret nickname, "Burden", but she never called me that in front of anyone.

August 27, 2011

Living mini-large circa Summer 2011

There is a new normal hitting us where we live. It's new but it seems very familiar.
Keep on keeping on? Nothing new to me, just call that "life".
But we've had so much going on... and it ain't all what we've prayed for either... but we've gotten a lot without asking, too.


When I can come in from the garden, have some ice water, rub some wintergreen alcohol on the fresh bug bites, and review this mini-bounty, well, the new phrase of 2011 is "it's not all I want but I'll take it."

I have a lot to be thankful for, such as my hyper-individual unique character that came from challenges and adversities that others never had to face, as well as all those things that came naturally. I don't take much for granted.

When multiple smart people, acting independantly, all use the same phrase, it's likely a valued observation. Specifically, my family has been observed by many to be "unusually happy." Not lucky, not one way or the other. "Unusually happy."

Getting philosophical is like having a strong sense of humor - it's taking the long view.
For every thing there is a season and a time for every purpose under Heaven.
Been a good day and I'll sleep well tonight. Hope the mosquitoes sleep all night too... Last night this one . . . oh never mind.

May 16, 2010

Gulf Oil, interactive map of

How much oil is in the Gulf (so far)?

This interactive map will bring it home to you.
Using Hilton Head Island as a center, the surface oil slick covers a precious amount of irreplaceable beauty:


Nothing funny about this post.
Big oil, big money, Wall Street.
They have p0wned us.
Every which way.

We the pwned people,
of the United States of America,
in order to form a more perfect union,
and so on.

Click and see a map of what it'd look like in, on, and all over your neck of the woods.
Sad. Such a waste.

August 17, 2009

Don't think twice, it's alright

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.
- Satchel Paige


First read that quote on an 8.5x11 paper
on the wall in English class.
Liked it then. Living it now.

"Been sittin' here thinkin' back over my life
All of the good things, and trouble and strife
Felt my share of heartache, so many I've had
Still think the good things outweigh the bad"
- Flatt and Scruggs, "Good Things (Outweight the Bad)"

Listen to the June Bugs rev up their hypnotic hind legs and wonder about . . .
what, why, if, how about, and the ever-fresh WTF!
We'd have better answers if we had the right questions.
No insights from out here at the Cypress Knee, just getting better and better at sitting still.
Sitting and thinking never was a problem but it has led to some sticky situations, not all of which were unpleasant...

"Sittin, drinkin, superficially thinkin
About the rinsed-out blonde on my left
She was pretty, flirty
Looked about thirty
Would have run away but I was on my own
Said my my my, like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead in my web!"
- The Rolling Stones, "The Spider and the Fly"


July 9, 2009

River Iris with Rush

got on a wiki jag while thinking about flowers . . .


"Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the worker's home"
- REM, "Green Grow The Rushes"

The word “iris” has three main meanings, related by their derivation from the Greek word for rainbow:

* Iris (mythology), a messenger of the gods in Greek mythology, identified with the rainbow

* Iris (anatomy), the sphincter around the pupil of the eye, named after the colors in human and animal eyes

* Iris (plant), a genus of flowering plants, named after the rainbow


“Irises” is a painting of iris flowers by the Dutch artist Vincent van Gogh.

Van Gogh felt that he could keep himself from going insane by continuing to paint.
“Irises” was the result.
Painted in 1889, it's on display at the Getty Museum, Los Angeles, California, USA.

Another Iris: Jodie Foster played "Easy Iris"
in the 1976 film “Taxi Driver”.

"You talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here."
- Travis Bickle

June 25, 2009

one to one correspondence

One to one correspondence
That's a favorite term for me, learned it in first grade and it sounded so big and important that I tried it out that night at the dinner table - without ceasing, as first grade chirrens often do...
Everything at the table had newly discovered one to one correspondence.
Salt to pepper. Fork to spoon. Plate to bowl.

What about these two images?
There's some correspondence going on here, but what?
Holes through partitions?
Failed attempts at barriers?
Perspective via a centered focal point in a photo?



Notice the padlock on the gate of the wooden building.
A padlock on that gate is mostly symbolic but it does communicate the intention to barricade the place better than a twisted wire or slip latch.

Thank you for your time and we hope bigbonton has once again passed as your leisure guide of choice.

Statistically (webstats-istically), 80% of you gentle readers have just returned from lunch, it is 1PM local time, and you'll spent 8 minutes on
Most of you are not in the USA. We know because we care.

Hello to you fans in Denmark, Australia, and that curious uptick of traffic from Argentina.
Hmm... does bigbonton also have a "soulmate in Argentina" like South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford?
Click away on me my dear, mi querido, mon cher, meu caro, mijn lieve, liebe, käre, kedvesem, mio caro, and all the other localizations of the term of endearment.
Mine heart is big with grand affections, without reservation. Well, maybe one reservation (if this is one): for me, the one to one correspondence applies to relationships. You do what is best for you, but I'll go with:
GIGO: Garbage In, Garbage Out.
You get out of it what you put in to it.

February 24, 2009

Happy Birthday Steve Jobs

Feb 24, 2009 is both Fat Tuesday - Mardi Gras
and the 53rd birthday of Steve Jobs,
the man who out-Disneyed Disney (with Pixar),
who was a $1 a year iCEO (where i = interim)
when it was the coolest coincidence in the world that
iMacs and i-everything Internet was happening,
the man who is really not very old but has rocked the world and provided the tools that so many-many use to earn a living.

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The man with the great comeback story of being ousted from the company he started but then had a triumphant return
old%20apple-mac-logo.jpg "God Bless Steve Jobs!" windows-apple.jpg

Steve Jobs, co-founder and CEO of Apple, was born on February 24, 1955. This father of four is also a co-founder of Pixar Studios and, since its acquisition, is the largest single shareholder of the Disney corporation. In some ways, he is an uber-GeekDad. He is currently on a leave of absence from Apple due to health reasons.


Proudly made on a Mac.
Hey, Steve! Look what I can do with your tools!

January 20, 2009

Obama icon me

Oh No! You didn't!


Yes we did, because we can!

Want your own?
Click and say "Obama Icon Me, Please!

But always remember,
"Just because you can,
doesn't mean you should."

Got 44!

"So help me God"


The "secret Muslim" and the "Socialist" who is "not even a US citizen" sez:
"To those leaders... who seek to sow conflict... know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history..."
- 44th President of the USA

It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
it's over, over, over
- The Smiths

August 23, 2008

Station Identification

Periodically we are required by the BBC (bigbonton Blog Czar) to identify ourselves and so here we go:


This is my cartoon studio. I am in compliance avec la BBC for another year, mon capitaine! Wee Wee.

On some random Friday night, don’t mix a mess o’ Cartoon Network, Adult Swim, Squidbillies, and the Aqua Team, once you’ve had too much caffeine, had too much Olympiad, ‘cause ya can wind up up 4 ours.
Debbie, Debbie, Doofus, Dorkas, Helga, Heather, Heather, Heather, a wasp nest for a piñata, “A Rush and a Push” (aka: too much caffeine in your bloodstream and a lack of real spice in your life) – The Smiths.

June 19, 2008

displaced person update

This Juneteenth (June 19th) dispatch just in regarding the bigbonton roving reporter and field correspondent:

Winding down the first half of the year and we have yet to see much change in his condition. He's gone native, but native to where? Or what species?

"Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire."


He repeats, as if it's his mantra:
"I live in a birdhouse."
"Je vis dans une Volière."
"Ich lebe in einer Voliere."
"Yo vivo en una casa de aves."
"Moro em uma casa de pássaros."

Mmm. English, likely it's British. Then en français, in deutscher Sprache, en español, and then em Português.
Seems well traveled, coherent and articulate, whenever one can break through that protective shell. He fits in everywhere but doesn't really fit in anywhere. Focused, doesn't flitter, but the fit into farm, family, or fortune building seems still pending . . .

"Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say"
- I live in a birdhouse.

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June 1, 2008

Pearl, the June birthstone

"Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, come let us see our girl.
Are you still our valentine? Do you still look so divine?
Come and let us see our darlin' Pearl."

Pearls are often compared to holy things.

Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs sang about their rivalry over a mutual interest in a country girl named Pearl. Such a nice name, a bit old fashioned, somewhat Asian.
[ PS:Huh-oh, just found this toy, grooveshark lite. A simple player so you can get hip to some pulsing Pearl ]

An Aunt named Pearl was famed for her cooking ability, especially with pot-roast. In her home for her funeral there was food galore, brought in by well-wishers and by the family gathered together to mourn the loss of a dear sweet Auntie.
Food galore, but not the luscious cooking of Aunt Pearl... until... (zoot alors!) an idea! Dear Aunt Pearl was aged but died suddenly, and Hmm... looking in the fridge I found a few containers of leftovers. In the rush of the hospital and bereavement plans, no one had considered the first thing everyone thinks about Aunt Pearl, "What's in the fridge?"
Precious leftover cooking of Aunt Pearl. Should I share it? Who gets it? There was even some pot-roast! The temptation to hoard the booty laid itself down hard.
In case Aunt Pearl was watching me from her cloud I knew I should share, so I called my fellow mourners into the kitchen and disclosed the precedings that had lead up to the voila and the last of the precious home cooking of Aunt Pearl.

Dear, precious Pearl and her blessed ability to turn food into love.
We each shared small tastes of the last home cooking of Aunt Pearl. Tales of her long-gone meals praised our departed loved one.
She nailed it one last time. Mmm-Mmm Good!
- we're still thinking about you, Aunt Pearl!

April 1, 2008

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever

From John Keats' epic poem, Endymion, 1818:

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.


Happy April Fools Day 2008.
Fools in love, are there any other kind of lovers?
Fools in love, never knowing when they've lost the game
Fools in love they think they're heroes
cause they get to feel no pain
I say fools in love are zeros
I should know, I should know
Because this fools in love again.
- Inara George / covered by Joe Jackson

November 6, 2007

my MRI is back from the lab

The results are in and we’re waiting for the interpretation.
Is this going to be OK? What about that pattern? Any of you ever heard a physician say, “We don’t like the looks of this shadow on your x-ray?”
Maybe this indicates the intricate brain waves of a highly evolved humanoid (hopefully)? Is the life that some of us lead eternally facing a mental brick wall? It's a nice and pretty dead-end, but where are the sunny broad horizons imagined way back when we were all going to “grow up to be President someday”.


Back in reality-land, this wall was built in the 1700’s and shows off the skill of the brick mason. Consider the photo a texture study.
We’ll not subject you to the Artist’s Statement.

Appropriately enough, this image is from Retreat Plantation.
Retreat! The intended meaning is “a calm get-away”. At the moment it means “get the heck out-a-here, your MRI is inconclusive of any inspired or viable brain wave pattern."
It’s football season, drop back and punt.
Just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don’t need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Leigh
And get yourself free
- Paul Simon, Fifty ways to leave your lover

October 16, 2007

Brookie, beautiful Brookie

This cold beauty goes well with grits, bacon, coffee, and a campfire.


The first day we went without. We didn't know where we were or what we were doing.
But we figured out the fly-fishing drill and went at it for a second day and waded our way to a spot in the Chattooga River with sun and shade and mountain cold rushing water and shallows and billabongs and nothing else. Just us and the fish.
There we cast accurately - not to where they are but to where they want their next snack.

The fish fear us - not really - but there is nothing in the world like feeling a slack line suddenly have life on the other end of it, fighting and not about to go easily into that dark night of the iron skillet.
We respected all we hooked and made as much use of them as we could, including the beautiful documentary photo shown above. Notice how the color pattern on the fish matches the mountain river rock behind it. Beautiful.

We also conducted a raccoon experiment on the distant side of the river with the fish guts and heads, which proved inconclusive.

according to
the big wiki / Brook trout, Habits_and_range
The brook trout (Salvelinus fontinalis) is a species of fish in the salmon family of order Salmoniformes. In many parts of its range, it is known by the name speckled trout.

The brook trout is of dark green to brown basic coloration with a distinctive marbled pattern (called vermiculations) of lighter shades across the flanks and back and extending at least to the dorsal fin, and often to the tail. There is a distinctive sprinkling of red dots, surrounded by blue haloes, along the flank.

Thanks Wikipedia!

October 5, 2007

Got This?

- Field report from our Adventure Correspondent -

Got one of these?


Get hip! Finagle a meeting avec bigbonton in person & grab one of your own.

As the school secretary points out, "The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore bigbonton. They think he's a righteous dude, and I'd have to agree."

Life is like if Iggy Pop and the Stooges
skipped school with Ferris Bueller to the soundtrack:

Here comes Johnny In again
Talking something about love
Yeah, some wow love

Yeah, it's so like hypmo-tizing chick-ens
Amazed 'bout duh. So wow 'round hyuh.

Well, I'm just a modern guy
Of course, I've heard it in both ears before
Just a lust for life
Causes lusts for life
Gotta lotta lusts for life

Hey! I'm worth a million in prizes
'cause of a lust for life
Just a lust for life
bigbad lust for life

get it...edit...publish...dig it!
cause of a lust for life (a lust for life)
(repeat & fade into you)

August 8, 2007

"Ayy batter batter, sa-wing batter."

B*rry B*nds, aka Barry Bonds hit home run number 756 over the right-center field wall in San Francisco, his home park.
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G**d W*rk B*rry.
T** B*d the F*ns B** Y*u When You Hit H*me Runs. *

* Good Work Barry.
Too Bad the Fans Boo You when you hit Home Runs.
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Our studiobonton embedded sports reporter has followed the record setting homers of this batting leader of our time. Not THE leading batter, just A batting leader. Always taking away recognition of the achievements of Barry; he will always have an asterisk*.
B*rry B*nds, aka Barry Bonds


Sample of no-asterisk home run batters:
Hank Aaron's 755, Babe Ruth's 714, Willie Mays's 660, Frank Robinson's 586, Harmon Killebrew's 573, Reggie Jackson's 563

Rumor has it that Barry had been juicing with a then undetectable performance-enhancing steroid called Tetrahydrogestrinone, which BALCO marketed as "the cream" and "the clear." Coinciding with the timing of the charges, Bonds went up two hat sizes! Know any other 30-plus year old heads that have grown two hat sizes?

Fans this season enjoy booing Bonds each time he comes to bat. Hundreds of asterisk signs (*) have been confiscated at the gates of ballparks, as directed by the Commissioner of Baseball, as any protests of the integrity of the homers would temper the fervor of the record setting.

“Only one player could be voted to start the All-Star Game and be booed in every stadium besides his own. Bonds can divide opinion, even within the same at-bat. He is often booed when he walks to the plate and cheered when he trots around the bases.” - July 9 NY Times

Barry Bonds has made no effort to become less disparaged, he’s the most aloof player in the game – aloof as in cold, remote. Not like a focused and uncomfortably famous Ted Williams, more like a brat of a man that can’t handle his position.

Many fans and the press consider Bonds “a crummy human.” In the early 1990s his divorce proceedings included testimony of Bonds kicking his wife in the *ss. Not the most shocking ever divorce court transcript, but the image stuck, “Star athlete kicks wife in *ss at home.”

Regardless, when he hits it, the ball fires off the bat and rises and rises and when gravity begins to grab a normally hit baseball, his hit is still rising. Up, up, arching, out, away, and eventually the hit begins falling back to earth. You just have to see it to believe it. Everyone in the ballpark floats for a moment along with the white ball.

The San Fran ballpark Splashdown Zone, the round float is a target for the homers.


Kayaks and an inflatable target in San Francisco Bay.

Barry could have made this record* sooner, but so many pitchers walked him with pitch-outs. Go on and pitch to Barry! It won’t really count like a real athletic stat anyway. Let it fly so the fans can float.

Is success with an asterick much of a success?
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
The proverb says to "balance your life", not "juggle your life with BALCO". The asterick spoiled the fun.

June 24, 2007

Whoa Nellie!

Whoa Nellie!
The Mental Monitor, the Life Exam Proctor, the Patriot Enforcement Squad all agree:
You! - Dial it back a notch and keep both feet on the ground.

Dance, dance, dance, but not too much - someone may see.


Worry: What might they think?
Actuality: There’s no such thing as “they”.

If one can free oneself of the worries of the they,
there is still wisdom in the warning on the sign.

The rush of the oh so groovy felt by one person isn't a permit to inflict every notion onto everyone else.
It takes two to tango. Or to get along.
Buffer, edit, pause, just think about others
as you’d have them ponder unto you.

Acceptable: twirl, swagger, sashay, promenade, cavort, strut, prance & frolic. A daily rebirth & daily labor pains. Kick it.

February 19, 2007

Pulling the Heart Strings on a Robot

Got a parking ticket
& wanted to save my lunch money for my lunch,
you know?

Pocketed a trusty audio capture tool,
strutted into the Bureau of Parking and Robotic Bureaucrats,
and launched into a sales pitch.


As you can hear, the strategy could have used more planning, but who would expect the clerk-bot to flat-out say
“tell me your excuse”.
Defaulting to common human denominators,
we went for the pity (aka: sick love puppy) vote and it worked!

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an audio button should appear above.

If not, blame your browser or RSS feed.
Second effort available at:
bigbonton on evoca

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Love, or the attempt at a reasonable facsimile thereof, conquers all,
even at a walk-up teller window with a Robotic Bureaucrat.
The sweetest words of the day: “Next in line”!

Moral of the story:
When someone tells you to “Stop saying that ‘get right with the law’ thing”, just do as instructed.
Being all "Please & Thank You" throws everyone off balance.
And if it’s Johnny Law you’re talking to, then it’s all “Yes Sir, No Sir, three bags full”.

You aren’t really over 21 if you don’t know:
1) It’s hard to look cool when your car stalls out.
2) No one looks tough in cuffs.

We were $12 up!
Spent it already . . . on lunch that same day.

January 28, 2007

Mother Nature & her iambic pentameter

Set the metronome to Five.
And 5, 4, 3, _ , _ , ->

Not a pre-Mardi Gras 1/5
It just sort-a happened. 2/5
We pressed play and began. 3/5
She was geared, that's that. 4/5
I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are (all together) 5/5


1,2,3, _, _,
. . . . .
“Born a poor young country boy,
Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.

Sit beside a mountain stream,
See her waters rise.
Listen to the pretty
sound of music as she flies

Find me in my field of grass,
Mother Nature's son
Swaying daises sing
a lazy song beneath the sun.”
. . . . .

There’s some iambic pentameter* attempts 1/5
going on this Sunday morning! 2/5
If not 100% pent-iambic-alic (new word?), 3/5
then when is anything 100%? 4/5

The meter / is as calming / as a mothers / heart beat. 1/5
Art is art is art. 2/5
Don’t analyze it. 3/5
Experience it. 4/5
Get a hair-cut, Hippie! 5/5

* iambic - contains an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable. Iambic rhythms come relatively naturally in English. A line of iambic pentameter comprises five consecutive iambs.

1) Count the sets of fives 1/5 (above)
2) and win a penta-prize. 2/5 <- there it goes a-gain 3/5

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Words are flowing out like endless rain 1/5
in to a paper cup, 2/5
They slither while they pass, 3/5
they slip away across the universe 4/5
Nothing's going to change my world 5/5

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Speaking of English and connections to The Beatles,
Szia újra Yoko Ono!
Találkozik én újranél Művészet Kávézóra.
Egyiptomi Táncosnő (Almassey) utca es mellett a Opera Ház.
Rendben van köszönet a barátom ÉN csókola odaad.
Szia szia pusz pusz.

- (I buried Paul).
- (ÉN temetés Pál).

December 25, 2006

Soul Brother #1 (Emeritus)


The James Brown traditional stage intro:
Ladies and Gentlemen,
There are seven acknowledged wonders of the world;
you are about to witness the eighth.
Standing in the spotlight, on showcase, twelve young men, who have given you such tunes as [drum roll] "The Grunt",
[drum roll] “ Pass The Peas", [drum roll] "Gimme Some More".
Ladies and Gentlemen, without no doubt, theeese are the J.B.'s !


Without being all weepy about
the spins, the toe-shuffles, the knee-drops, the full splits, that jaw dropping footage of The Godfather of Soul dancing on one foot for 12 full freaking minutes, eventually touching earth again with both feet only to split, spring right up (gravity could not compete with him), spin around, and begin a shoulder hustle, …

... what is the take-away from a brush with the hardest working man in show business?


James Brown said:
" I taught them everything they know, but not everything I know, you know?!"
"I changed from the upbeat to the downbeat, simple as that, really .”

click for more: lyrics, photos, and
his dramatic routine at the end of a performance ->

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September 11, 2006

We Care a Lot

Along the way we came across others with red teary eyes. Some needed a hand just to sit upright.
We assisted ... some ... How much is the right amount?
Caring. . .
" ... it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it" - Faith No More


"Am I my brothers' keeper?"
Asked by the Good Book but not answered outright,
not in a Q & A FAQ format for the ADD set.

Will this be on the quiz?
Click to tune in on what we can glean from Mr. Google:

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August 31, 2006

pomegranate tree

Punica granatum

Who says we only live in the moment?
We have a follow-up on a post that's pomegranate'ly popular:

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The magic of photography takes us from an August day to a December morning.
Same shot but with some pomegranates withering after their season has ended.
Don't let the damp drab winter light or the rotting fruit bring you down, the birds benefit from it.
OoH yeah, life goes on without regard to our pomegranates.

They came from eastern Iran and southern Afghanistan region. But this tree is happy in the central Georgia morning sun.
In another place called Georgia, to the east of the Black Sea, there are wild pomegranate groves outside of ancient abandoned settlements. Above we see a sample of a small grove behind a farmhouse.
In Greek Mythology, Persephone was forced to stay in the underworld with Hades for 1/2 of the year (six months) because she ate six pomegranate seeds.
The Ancient Egyptians were buried with pomegranates. The Babylonians believed chewing the seeds before battle made them invincible.
The Qur'an (or Koran) mentions pomegranates three times (6:99, 6:141, 55:068) - twice as examples of the good things God creates, once as a fruit found in the Garden of Paradise.

Have a pomegranate!
This group of trees came from a picnic we had years ago. We shared one pomegranate and played around spitting seeds. We were kids (that makes spitting seeds okay). Now that we are living in the future we have trees from that seed spitting episode.
One can imagine the picnic blanket that these trees sprouted around. The trees make a blanket shaped outline!

July 14, 2006

Shark and Mutant Ray

Sharks eat their food by approaching it from below.
If the bottom-up tactic doesn't work they can attack from the side, but it's still a bottom-up bite since they turn upward at the last minute.
Sharks cannot feed by biting downward, so if you're below a shark you can just lay back and watch them pace back and forth waiting for you to surface and provide them with an opportunity to chomp.


Lemon shark.
They like their dinner meat with a squeeze of lemon juice and a side of red bile sauce.
Bones, fatty tissue, cartilage, it's all good!
Pass the lemon!
This one wants stuffed neoprene wet suit marinated in brine.


Look at the mouth, so human! Part man, part lumber yard hardware, part fish, and all survivor.
Is this a Sawfish or another mutant Sting Ray like the one that assassinated "Crocodile Hunter" Steve Erin in order to silence him when he discovered the evil fortress headquarters of the international mutant Sting Ray conspiracy based offshore of the Great Barrier Reef in Tropical Far North Queensland?

June 13, 2006

Freedom Fishbowl with Freedom Fuji Mum

Classroom Components: 1/ a fuji mum 2/ a fish bowl

fuji mum -
1) A rounded bloom with long narrow rays of petals, in this case displayed in a bulbuous container to enhance the wheel and spoke configuration


a fish bowl -
1) Everyone can see in and everyone looks.
2) The "celebrity fish bowl" fear is the fear of "being recognized" being overpowered by a worse fear of "not being recognized".

|digital update|
This just in -
Our in-house intellectual property comment counsel has advised us regarding a foreign agent demand that we recognize that:
1) presenting the above specialized patent-pending petri dish as a "fishbowl",
2) naming the microbe-laden osseous matter (including cartilage) being grown in said petri dish as a "plant, flower or (specifically) a Mum of any variety" places the Internet in the de meritorious and vicariously onus and culpable position of providing information that is "less than science on Earth".

Also, the warning included a demand that we not mention any warm liquid agar, any particular mix of nutrients, salts or amino acids that may provide aid to the enemy, most notably "traditional mammalian cell cultures".

wtf's up with that!
Pardon moi, Mr. Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people drinkin, thinkin that they got it made
Everyone sees in and everyone looks.
You used to be so amused, exchange all kinds of precious praise then sniff and look away
Since we got nothing, we got nothing to lose
Were invisible now, we've got no secrets to conceal.

"And everything I know is what I need to know
And everything I do's been done before
Every sentence in my head someone else has said"

I'm starting to speak in song lyrics, the agents, they've got me!

Continue reading "Freedom Fishbowl with Freedom Fuji Mum" »

April 20, 2006

these things pass


You Can't Go Home Again
- Thomas Wolfe

Child, child," it said, have patience and belief,
for life is many days, and each present hour will pass away.

Son, son, you have been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and dispair, and all the dark confusions of the soul -- but so have we.

You found the Earth too great for your one life.
You found your brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed upon them -- but it has been this way with all men.

You have stumbled on in darkness,
you have been pulled in opposite directions,
you have faltered,
you have missed the way -- but, child, this is the chronical of the Earth.

And now, because you have known madness and dispair, and because you will grow desperate again before you come to evening,
we who have stormed the ramparts of the furious Earth and been hurled back,
who have been maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love,
who have hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy,
and now sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall touch us
-- we call upon you to take heart,
for we can swear to you that these things pass.

- Thomas Wolfe

March 17, 2006

this is a test

************************* START TRANSMISSION *************************
test, test test 1 test 2
come in people of Earth
Attention! Now hear this Earth!
This is the Org of bigbonton

Do not attempt to control your set.
This communication is coming to you from over your head, Cosmos 9.
Your innermost mental experience has been manipulated by both text and image.

Human Brain image taken before bigbonton:

Human Brain image taken after bigbonton:

Stay tuned for further input. That is all.

************************* END TRANSMISSION *************************

February 13, 2006

pre-Valentine coaching

If today you are lucky enough to be with someone to have and to hold
make sure they’re well had and well held.
There are people sleeping alone tonight with cold feet!

It takes a lot of good luck and hard work to find and/or become a good catch.
All of that goes to waste if a good catch is not caught and kept.

1/ Keep yourself relevant as a sweetheart in the courtship marketplace.
2/ As for your S.O. (significant other), once you catch ‘em they require food, water, and recreation. Forget about training them, just recall how perfect they once were before you got to know them.
3/ Love is a verb, now go to it with a little Pep!

February 1, 2006

pre-Valentine Aloalo lahilahi

Start now finding and flowering a potential date
or you'll be singing "Hello Walls" on Valentines Day 2006.

Above is a fine speciman of the
Chinese Habiscus
Hibiscus Rosa-Sinensis
Aloalo lahilahi

A red hibiscus, it's the official flower of Hawaii.
Common enough to be used as hedges.
Lush enough to form 20 foot tall walls of flowers.
Dat's some nice hedges, bro!

No kidding, get ready for 2-14-06
or you'll be hurtin'-4-certain in less than 2 weeks.

January 30, 2006


Armadillos are migrating up from Texas and Mexico, rooting their way into everyones yard, taking over. This Armadillo was on a barrier island, rooting, doing his thing without regard for his locale. He'd be doing the same thing anywhere.

Armadillos carry their own armor and appear cleaner than their greasy predecessors: meet the new possum, Opossum 2.0. the Arma-possum or the possumdillo. The old joke is an Armadillo is a "possum on the half shell".

Was hard to resist touching this one, wanted to feel the armor and learn what he was all about. The ears are especially interesting, like little flowers.
Armadillos are practically blind, he walked right up to the toe of my boot, but when he realized I wasn't a tree stump he hopped away in a bunny / antelope escape trot. This is the only photo that was not blurry, they never stop moving their heads, always rooting and sniffing.
Odd that he didn't know my boot from a tree stump, didn't he notice my all-day boot smell? Maybe I was camouflaged by a combo smells of low tide, salt water and salty perspiration, and horse biscuits.
Get used to them, Armadillos are making themselves right at home.

December 19, 2005

Skinned into a toy

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If you haven't made all your shopping trips and spent all your present money, here is a fine gift idea from the 1700s.

Ye Olde Gift-ee Idea-ee
circa 1701

First: Skin a small lamb, goat, or pony. - Did you say pony? Pay special attention to the snout, ears, and eyelids. It's the little details that add that special touch - the eyelashes, for example.
Second: Assemble it to form a life-like image of its former self using big tacks to hold the hide to a platform. Include a pull string and wheels attached to where the hoofs were (not shown).
Then: Present it to your kids so they can pull it around.
They'll be the envy of the colony!

In the future your Great-Great-grandkids will grow up to treasure it and keep it on a shelf in front of very Grandma-like flowery wallpaper.

December 2, 2005

Start dropping hints

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You can't get what you want 'till you know what you want,
& in this case, 'till they know what you want.

So if your little hearts desire is an official Red Ryder carbine-action 200-shot range-model BB gun with a compass on the side then start cluing in the powers that be. And don't waiver if all you hear is "You'll shoot your eye out kid!"
Stay the course. Eyes on the prize, just look above at Any Kid USA. He scored! Nice hat too!

Here's my hint:
I want to I feel as complete as this kid feels. Is it the BB gun or the fact that someone cared for him?
I want to be asked and heard.
I want a Santa that gets it.
Three "I wants" spelled out & posted. Hint hint.

Yes, "A Christmas Story" aired the other night. Complete with Ralphie and his Dads Major Award lamp.

Remember the made-for-TV Saturday Christmas movie "JT"? About an inner city kid that found a stray cat, kept it among junk on an abandoned lot. JT housed the cat in an old stove and fed him bites from his school lunch. The cat had an injured eye so JT made an eyepatch. The injured stray cat was the only loving connection JT felt.
The dialog I recall from "JT" takes place in the kitchen after Grandma arrives from the bus station:
Grandma: (to JT) What you want for Christmas, Child?
JT: I want me this cat I found. Can it stay with me?
Mom: (defeated) Just what I need, another mouth to feed.

Bummer for JT.
Face it, we are dared, double dog dared, triple dared,
oh, go ahead - we're triple dog dared! That means we just have to do it, it's a triple dog dare. No choice. Just have to do it.
Buy less and care more.
That's a bigger challenge than sticking your tongue to a frozen flagpole.

-- and when you do get what you want,
don't shoot your eye out with it.

September 17, 2005

Bull Elk

A bit grainy, this big guy stood head-and-shoulders taller than everything. Add the rack and he was Moose sized.
A whole lotta meat!

September 6, 2005

Spiders from Mars

A Kansas City-based UFO expert says Mars is inhabited by giant spider-like creatures.
The expert also says orbiting Mars probes have photographed large sponge-like creatures similar to tumbleweeds rolling across the Martian landscape on a regular basis.
The floating, rolling, and tumbling process is apparently an established transportation method.

In this actual photograph (above), local NASA affiliate bonton laboratory has re-created an image from the red planet to enlighten our readers. The use of night vision lenses resulted in the green hue.
(He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar)

August 31, 2005

Faces in the Water


So far 3 visions have materialized in the above photo.
So go ahead & look. Stare, you will see.

It is now nearly impossible to tell
where Lake Pontchartrain ends and the city of New Orleans begins.
The Crescent City is practically destroyed ...

Katrina and the Wave has harshed our mellow.

Don't it make you feel bad
When you're tryin' to find your way home,
You don't know which way to go?

Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.

All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
Thinkin' about my baby and my happy home.

Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well.

- LED ZEPPELIN - When The Levee Breaks

August 18, 2005

Cactus Bloom

This is the bloom of a cactus plant, do you know the name?
[see comments: Hairy Giant Starfish Flower, a carrion flower]

It blooms at night, stays open for about 1 day then wilts.
During that time it stinks - hints of low tide, spoiled seafood, dead fish, etc. Some fragrance!

I think I've heard of these in Death Valley, CA.
A backpacker said they awoke to find their desert world alive with beautiful blooms but it took a while for them to connect those flowers to the stinking smell they also awoke to, described as "dirty feet" or "hiking boots with a special Death Valley sauce", and "something very wrong that we must fix right away".

The blossom features tiny hairlike projections (not captured in the photo), very fine and beautiful. Nice pattern and the sort of plant you want to touch.
On the right are 3 pods that will bloom next, one at a time, at night, lasting for one day. Hold your nose! One bloom at a time sounds like Mother Nature doesn't want to stink you out, just wants to broadcast and protect the short lived blossom.

Nice cactus bloom visually and tactilely, but olfactorily it is a real piece of work. What a mechanism to pollinate and defend itself, it stinks!
If only it were that easy for me.
I can stink with the best of 'em.

August 1, 2005

Ol' Snake Boot

Snake Boot / cargador de la serpiente

click to enlarge

Snake Skin boots con Snake Head.
It took at least one snake per boot.
I couldn't decide which profile I liked best so the whole collage gets posted for your pleasure. Can't you just hear the snake rattle?

Hint Hint:
Only 16 more shopping days until my Birthday on the 17th.
Hint Hint:
Snake Skin boots never go out of style . . .
But those heads would soon be kicked loose,
I stub my toes daily.
They wouldn't look so vicious / vicioso
after a few days on my feet.

While daydreaming about wearing these bad snake headed boots I got one mango and one coconut frozen fruit on a stick.
The cashier was busy with a fly-swatter
keeping the place fly-free, which took some faith that it was even possible.
Good for her,
gracious, I mean gracias!

June 11, 2005

dangerously seductive enchantress

Her name is Eve.
She is in league with the serpent and the world is wrapped around her finger.
Eve is looking at you. perhaps thou art next for her.
"Take a bite of the apple, don't you want to know what it's like?"
If Man looketh directly into her eyes his free will shall be lost.
Enjoy your eternity.

May 29, 2005

Warsaw feng shui

photo from an apartment of a friend in Warsaw, Poland.
He says he feels a stiffness or soreness in his neck and shoulder.
I asked "on the right side?".
He: "Yes, yes, do you have any idea how to cure this sharp pain?"
I: Hmm, let me think . . . rearrange your furniture?

May 24, 2005


Some of you have accused me of having too much time on my hands.
One reader even mentioned "idle hands are the devils workshop"
Au contraire! Not true! Here's proof:
Celery + blue food coloring = Celery dot jpeg.
Where's the devil in that?
Just goes to show you, when people criticize you they are jealous.
Now let's all get back to work!

May 3, 2005

How To Do It

She's the Queen Source of Information

We celebrate access to information and she's holding the guide book. Venetian blinds open, she's not afraid of the neighbors. What she is afraid of is being posted to the Internet.
Not so bad, is it?

April 27, 2005

North end of South Island

Some guys have all the luck,
others watch blinking green, amber & red lights, living through a 56Kbps hookup.

While I was trying to suppress the realization that I'd
never be elected President of the USA,
the above JPEG came in from a buddy. He's one of those guys that has it made, beautiful wife, beautiful house, steady sense of purpose, plus he's in one of the coolest places on Earth.
Abel Tazman Park, New Zealand.

Taz. Anyone ever called you Taz, as in you are the Tazmanian Devil from Looney Tunes? Don't you get called that in the Spring?

Taz. President Taz just doesn't sound Presidential.
I'll never be elected President of the USA
& I'm OK with that. Maybe I'm learning to accept my fate. Maybe it's this proper afternoon cuppa I'm having, but somehow I feel fine. Telling myself it's all just a part of growing up.

Sometimes it seems that if I lived in New Zealand or Australia I wouldn't have any problems. Since I couldn't be their Prime Minister, just being there would be success enough. No need to campaign, no debates, just shake hands and smile as needed. Everything would be upside down in that crazy land of Oz.

Some guys don't know how good they have it. Some guys learn. Some guys stay oblivious for life. Some say "supersize me" to dull the hunger.

Today is the last Wednesday in April & what have we done lately other than lived through another full moon. Sun comes up. Sun goes down. Kick in caffeine!

you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
you may find yourself in another part of the world
you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
you may find yourself in a beautiful house,
with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself - Well...How did I get here?

Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by / water flowing underground
Into the blue again / after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime / water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...

And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go to?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? . . . Am I wrong?
And you may say to yourself

Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
- once in a lifetime, Talking Heads.

April 20, 2005

The Bridge is Open.

In response to your letters to the editor,
this photo can provide a mnemonic device:
This bridge is open, open to boat traffic on the intracoastal waterway.
Open like an open loop - which does not loop at all until it is a closed loop.
When the draw bridge is closed you can drive across it. If it were open you'd drive through the opening into the drink. Some people drink and drive over open draw bridges; they often drown.

These definitions apply to draw bridges. If the bridge is not a draw bridge then the terms are reversed. A closed bridge may have a "Bridge Out" sign on it if it's not a draw bridge. If it is a draw bridge then the closed draw bridge be open to autos.

Get it? Didn't mean to blow your mind.
Need another session
with Doctor Half-Explain-Everything?
Happy April 20th, 4/20.
what were you doing last year at this time?

April 13, 2005

Lunar Lilly

Hey! Look at the pretty flower photo.
My secret: digital post production.

Sure is wet in the morning when you wake up so close to the high tide. Morning dew is like a light rain this time of year.
Keeps the pollen count down, which makes a noticeable difference. Everything is green, budding, shooting up from the earth.
April Showers Bring May Flowers.
I have to say that once every year.

April 1, 2005

funny 'cause it's true

AP Top News 04/01/05 EST
Off the mainland coast of the Southeastern USA
March 31 - April 1, 2005

I am requesting an extension to my sabbatical.
The first 6 months went by too quickly, there is so much left to do.

Reasons (excuses) why I need an extension
by the numbers:
1. Most of the time I was on the road. I got lost in Eastern Utah and Western Colorado - I spent weeks getting back out.

2. I was the Outfitter for several excursions - that was work and took time away from my actual, official sabbatical.

3. Twice I had the flu - that shouldn't take away from my sabbatical time!

4. My head was in a cloud the whole time, too much of a good thing.
But I can see clearly now . . .

5. I don't want to die of boredom!

The extension will be requested by me, submitted to me, approved by me - but approval hinges on my being able to justify it to myself.

Justifications of why I need an extension
by the numbers:

If I extended my tour I could (in April alone):

1. Sit for the PAC 6 exam, the US Coast Guard Captains license.
Henceforth I could be addressed as "Captain" or "Skipper" and do bare boat tours and deep sea fishing trips.

2. Get a G-5 Mac with Garage Band 2 and begin serious Podcasting.

3. Help a friend get his dive boat business going.

4. Start preparations on a site for a friends eco-tourism service.

Anyone want to bet against my request for an extension being approved?

Happy April 1, 2005!
You think I'm Joking?

March 30, 2005

scanned possum

or "an Opossum"? No, just go with possum.
Ever see these guys? They have an expression that is the original sh!t-eating grin.
Opossum: nocturnal arboreal marsupial having a naked prehensile tail found from southern North America to northern South America.
Yep, that naked looking tail is rat-like. But opossums are cleaner than rats, although they will go through your garbage, but hey, who doesn't like to rummage every once in a while?
I saw one the other night in my recycling, yelled at him, clapped, ran him off. He kept grinning and walked away, not the slightest bit in a hurry. Didn't even turn to look at me.

fine print:
I got a new scanner. This is a postcard, I cropped the heading "Hanging out in Georgia".
Copyright Jenkins Enterprises, North Little Rock, AR. 501-945-2600. Photo by Garry Walter.
Send money, not subpoenas.

March 25, 2005

Japanese Orchid

Posted by Hello

They bloom all at once and last a short time so they're a real treat for a week or so every Spring.

February 18, 2005


Dang, it iced up since yesterday!
Posted by Hello

The deep freeze iced up, that is . . .

Wow! People toughing out a cold winter sure get bent about a sub-tropical climate! Yesterdays post triggered an avalanche of responses from Snowbirds and el Rain-os.
For those wintering in Boston, Alaska, Minnesota, and that one responder where English is a second language
(I got your point brother, you are on Planet Earth too),
OK! OK! Chill! (I crack myself up)
Here, this is for you:
we have ice too. Sure do, plenty of it, too much of it, for a few more hours anyway.

Any Archeologists out there wanting to study ice fossiled boiled peanuts labeled "1997" just hit "reply email" (top left of page) and send a self addressed stamped envelope.
Act now, offer expires around sundown when I get back from the beach.

They're re-lighting the ol' lighthouse today & I'm on the VIP list. I'm wearing a vintage Surfing Magazine T-shirt, fleece vest and Long Pants - not shorts. It's not all that warm.
Toe-tay Buckwheat?
I'm not even wearing sandals. Things are tough all over ;-)

February 12, 2005

Rose Froze

Posted by Hello

It may seem counter intuitive but the best way to protect a rose in freezing weather is to encase it in ice.

Some people use counter intuitive interactions
in their inter-personal relationships.
Woman jailed for ripping off lover's testicle
LONDON (Reuters) - A woman has been sentenced to two and a half years in jail for ripping off her ex-lover's testicle with her bare hands during a drunken brawl after he refused her sex.
Amanda M., 24, flew into a rage after Geoffrey J., 37, who had ended their long-term relationship, rejected her advances.
Amanda grabbed him by the genitals, tearing off his left testicle, then hid it in her mouth before a friend of Geoffrey handed it back to him saying "that's yours".

[it's not clear why a friend of Geoffrey was so conveniently located]
Man Held in Chat-Room Effort at a Mass Suicide
GRANTS PASS, Ore., (AP) - A man used an Internet chat room to try to arrange a mass suicide on Valentine's Day involving more than two dozen women across the United States and Canada, the authorities say.
The man, Gerald K., 26, was arrested at his mother's mobile home and has been charged with solicitation to commit murder. The chat-room participants planned to log in on Valentine's Day and commit suicide while keeping in touch over the Internet. Investigators say the total number who planned to do so was 32.
"Anyone in a new relationship should not be allowed out in public," said Liz Tuccillo, a co-author of "He's Just Not That Into You," a best-selling dating advice book.
"Sometimes people in couples don't think," she said.
“Happy Loving Couples”
You know what I mean
Happy loving couples
In matching lamb turtle-neck sweaters
Reading Ideal Homes magazine

Wanna be, wanna really be what my friends pretend to be
Be it in my own good time
Being kind to myself till I become
one of two of a kind

Happy loving couples make it look so easy
Happy loving couples always talk so kind
Until the time that I can do my dancing with a partner
Those happy couples ain't no friends of mine

- Joe Jackson, on Look Sharp!
Love is a rose. Mind the thorns.

February 8, 2005

Mardi Gras Express

 Posted by Hello

Take Amtrak in a big circle back to where you started.
This train was so long I had time to get bored, get the camera, change my mind because the train must be ending by now . . . . and then take a few photos of the first perpetual motion railway. I finally figured why this train refused to conclude. The key clue was there was no caboose; this railway train twisted and turned until it was wrapped around and around loops of track whereupon it then hooks back onto itself.

This photo has nothing to do with Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, Lent, the Big Easy, New Orleans, or any Parrish in Louisiana. I just wanted to post it. For one reason: Kinda needed to get the fleshy female frontal photo off the front page of the blog (below) before I'm tempted to create a full frontal front page.
I've caught more flak from the photo than from having banner ads. I think people are OK with Google Ads since they aren't typical banner ads. No flashing, no claims that you've won something if you -->click here<--

And No, you still don't know who she is (below).
Stop it. Grow Up. [like she did] H00-OO-oo! Did she ever!

February 5, 2005

Your Ad Here

 Posted by Hello

What you suspected is now official:
At midnight I went down to the crossroads
and I sold my soul to the Devil.
Robert Johnson sends his regards, he served as my agent and helped broker the deal.
Elmore James couldn't make it. Elmore was busy instructing an audience how to best shake yo money maker using Google ads.

Google ads are bannered across the blog.
Play around with the ads - open a post in a separate window and you can get a feel for just how content-sensitive the Google AdSense can be. It works well and was an ease to implement. Not 100% simple and it took two tries, but hey my reflexes are not what they used to be.
My next goal is to post content that will cause the AdSense to post banner ads featuring Pigs Feet. And some such stuff.
Most Provacative Billie Holiday song title:
"Gimme a Pigs Foot and a Bottle of Beer"

Regarding the photo above:
1) No that is not anyone you know. Stop emailing your guesses.
2) It is from eBay, a woman was auction off her charming self for a banner ad of her own. I think she is from England, based on the term "advert" and a few other clues. Recently a guy sold his forehead for 1 year for a ad tattoo.

We can all start saving up for our soon-to-be required
US Government Barcode Tattoo.
One World Government, The Apocalypse is near,
Have A Nice Day.

Oh, and please click on the links from our kind sponsors.
In Economic terms it's: TANFL, there ain't no free lunch.
No Mo anyway.
The Sky is Crying, Look at the Tears Roll Down the Street.

January 22, 2005

Where to start?

 Posted by Hello

What to say about this? Where to start?
There are so many things waiting to be said: the beauty, the planned landscape, the gate - since we're on the outside. The first step in starting down this path in the photo would be to jump the fence and that'd be a bad start.
I'm also not going to start on the path of plantations and the social injustice emails that'd lead to.

Much of the natural resources I had access to growing up is now gated. Beach access, forests, boat landings, once open land is now posted private property. In the past I knew that someone owned it, but population growth and density cause us to draw lines so we know this is for me and mine, that is for you and yours.
Look to more densely populated Japan and India, I suppose we still have plenty of wide open spaces in the USA.
But when you get right down to it, this photo is just a pretty driveway.
I'm not sure why I'm thinking of over-population and the socio-economics of haves (plantations) compared to have-nots (trailer parks).
Maybe another cuppa-Tea is in order this morning. Was I brooding?
I don't feel like I'm brooding but it's kinda early to be using some of these vocabulary words.
It's just a pretty driveway.
Enjoy the beauty. Start there.

December 1, 2004

How he got to Memphis

Posted by Hello

This is the actual car used by Vernon (Daddy of Elvis) to get out of Tupelo when he got caught writing bad checks. They went to Memphis because "it couldn't get no worse".
Note: the Pathfinder is in background, in the same parking lot as Elvis' Daddys car!

November 8, 2004

The Crossing

Answers the question: "Where did the Band "Pink Bike" play? (Lawrence, Kansas)


hey hey my my
rock & roll will never die

November 5, 2004

Mesa Verde condo


the original fixer-upper
circa 600 AD
running water from a drain on the cliff top into a collection pool below.
We aren't the first generation of clever people . . .

This is / was a condo or apartment, there were many others along the wall.
It does have running water - a water basin filled from a gutter above.
A nice view and protection from the elements. Built on the side of a ravine with a slope which creates a natural breeze in the summer. Impressive ingenuity from way back when. We tend to think of those in the past as not so bright as we are, but this place made me long to call such a dwelling "home" after so many weeks in cheap motels and an occasional camp-out.

ice station Zulu


Rest easy,
your weather is being monitored by a Professional.

October 28, 2004

Colorado is beautiful.


Although this photo does not show the fish jumping, the elk, the antelope, bighorn sheep, golden sunlight, etc.,
it still pretty much has it all.

October 20, 2004

when you see yellow leaves,

when you see yellow leaves, blog it


blog it good

Elephant Foot rock formation


My blister is now healed just by looking at this.

October 18, 2004

We're making time now!

A few postcards were sent saying we're entering the "dinosaur phase" of the trip.
I doubted that it made much sense to the recipient, but the blog clarifies all.

October 15, 2004


latin for WTF? RUN!



The Natural History Museum, Univ. of Utah has a dinosaur exhibit.
I'd heard they have a T-Rex.So I went. I walked because I was legally parked.
They did not have a T-Rex on display, just a model of his head.
They had some Ass-asaurus and these things (above) looking at me.
I got a blister walking around the orderly Salt Lake City neighborhoods. Funny, you walk 15 miles up a mountain and can still walk on glass. Then when you walk to a museum you get a blister. Had a good laugh at a small dog barking in my direction, but he was non-committal about barking at me. His owner was a Kurt Cobain look-alike, an unusual look in Salt Lake City.

October 12, 2004

the only hot mineral bath

the only hot mineral bath I have not yet soaked in, it was scary hot.

Beyond boiling like you only find around volcanic activity.
Yellowstone National Park

Buffalo in Yellowstone

Taste Great! & less filling than Beef.


September 27, 2004

Ready to Get

My last Monday in California for a while.


They're picking up my 2 containers today. All my worldy possessions in 2 boxes with padlocks.
Then: clean, re-sort cargo, ship some packages ahead of myself for when I arrive, send books to my teaching buddies in Hungary, and I'm gone Daddy gone.
Checking out of Hotel California
in 5 days and a wake-up.

container completed, midnight Pacific time.


September 20, 2004

My Generation (settled down)

"All my rowdy friends have settled down.
Seem to be into more laid-back fun."
Nobody wants to get out on the town - or the open road either.

Dude! Why are so many adults scared to get outside? Some takers are waking up to the Pathfinder opportunity, but where are the multitudes ready to hit it, get out on Arizona Route 66 and drive with one elbow out the window. Sandals, T-shirts - well it's October / November, but sunglasses (& snow chains) anyway.
"People try to put us down
just because we get around
. . .
Hope I die before I get old."
[I turned 45 in August 2004]

September 16, 2004

count me in

Hey the blogger is back and it's a Big Good Time.
I re-did this, originally launched in July 2002; the re-do should enable comments and EZ photo uploading.