Quote of the Day: Confucius

“Tell me and I will forget. Show me and I will remember.

Involve me and I will understand.”-Confucius

Iowa Gets It Right

Me and sweetie, not long after we met. We're the kind of people this law makes almost equal in Iowa.

This is not an abstract concept. It's our lives, and at least some folks in Iowa have the sense to realize us being married is no threat to hetero marriage.

And to my brother who claimed that the anti gay marriage amendment wouldn't effect Kori and I when it passed, I have to offer the immortal words of the guy he voted for, Dick Cheney:

GO FUCK YOURSELF.
You, the entire Fox Valley who votes for thugs, and all those good Christian folks who want us either back in the closet or worse, dead or in jail.

And now, a fine quote via my pal Bill:

Iowa Senate Majority Leader Mike Gronstal, from his speech, declining to attempt to reverse the Iowa Supreme Court's decision legalizing gay marriage:

"One of my daughters was in the workplace one day, and her particular workplace at that moment in time, there were a whole bunch of conservative, older men. And those guys were talking about gay marriage. They were talking about discussions going on across the country.

And my daughter Kate, after listening for about 20 minutes, said to them: 'You guys don't understand. You've already lost. My generation doesn't care.' I think I learned something from my daughter that day, when she said that.

And I've talked with other people about it and that's what I see, Senator McKinley. I see a bunch of people that merely want to profess their love for each other, and want state law to recognize that. Is that so wrong? I don't think that's so wrong. As a matter of fact, last Friday night, I hugged my wife.

You know I've been married for 37 years. I hugged my wife. I felt like our love was just a little more meaningful last Friday night because thousands of other Iowa citizens could hug each other and have the state recognize their love for each other. No, Senator McKinley, I will not co-sponsor a leadership bill with you

Grandpa and Grandma

Grandma's fat
grandpa's drunk
probably got bodies
in his trunk
grandma cheats at soltiare
gramps says nothing
stares into the air
smoke drifts up
through his silver grey hair

looking out at things

that just aren't there

gramps drove his car

into the lake

grandma was home bakin' a cake

skeeter and woodtick

pulled gramps out

he didn't say nothing

as he drove away

Grandma sits in the kitchen

all afternoon

drinking pabst blue ribbon

cheatin' at cards

playing solitare

won't admit her life was hard

Gramps is so distant

never says much

but he'll

burn you with a ciggarette

just a touch

never been the same

since world war one

always grumpy as hell

likes a mean sort of fun

Grandma's fat

grandpa's drunk

probably got bodies in his trunk

grandma cheats at soltiare

gramps

says nothing

stares into the air

smoke drifts up

through his silver grey hair

looking at things

that just aren't there....

Got to thinking about my grandparents tonight while playing the banjo. These lyrics popped out. And every word is true.

My grandmother loved to play Solitare. And she did it while drinking most of a six pack alot of the afternoons of the last decade of her life, often swearing at the cards and cheating while baking a pineapple upside down cake.

Gramps was a very quiet guy who really would burn you with one of the Camel unfiltered smokes he had in his hand. He'd say things like "watch me blow smoke through my eyes", then when he had your complete 9 year old attention, he'd touch his smoke to your hand. I remember going and telling mom he burned me. She said something like "you leave him alone, quit bothering him.

He was a quiet drunk, although he did now and again pick on Grandma for being too fat. He died of stroke in the early 70's. I never once missed his company.
Grandma Gert lasted till about 1974, and I still think of her often. She and I had breakfast or lunch almost every day the last few years, she lived across from the High School and Grade School I and my mother went to, and was the cook there for over 20 years. I still miss her, although I wonder how she'd feel about me being a big old dyke if she was alive today. I hope she'd be cool with it.
It wouldn't matter to Grandpa. He never seemed to notice me unless I was bothering him.

Quote of the Day: Ian Welsh

Ian's a great writer with whip smart observations. He blogs at Firedoglake and there's a link at the bottom to his own site.

He's one of the folks I wish I could write like. He rocks, go read his stuff.

"Short of the Soviet Union I wonder if there has ever been a population as saturated with propaganda and lies as the American one. Wonder how long it’ll be before such things happen in the US. Wonder if it does happen, if the SWAT teams will go in and start killing people.
Bankers lost trillions of dollars over the last 8 years due in large part to outright fraud, paying themselves billions in bonuses. Under both Bush and Obama, the response to their theft has been to give them trillions of dollars worth of money. Trillions have not been spent on helping people destroyed by the bankers greed, corruption, incompetence and theft.
If Americans continue to put up with this, they aren’t just sheep, they’re serfs."

http://www.ianwelsh.net/

Our Rotting Rolling Nightmare Party Barge

Here's some photos of our midlife crisis chariot.

We bought it from a nice guy who chain smoked over on the south west side of Madison for a couple thousand bucks.

It's a1987 Toyota based Seabreeze RV. It's only got 60 thousand miles on it, not much for a Toyota, but damn, I pulled at one soft spot and found an ogry of rot.

The Bob we bought it from also had imbued it with a giant ashtray atmosphere. So I started tearing out everything that seemed rotten or that I didn't like, including all the hideous particle board cabinets and the carpet where ever I could.

We left the bathroom intact, but almost everything from the windows down to the floor was delaminated.

The floor was fine, but we tore out the AC and everything but the hot water heater and are going to rebuild, put in new paneling and some hardwood flooring and very thin pine wainscotting.

We also tore out part of the cieling where the AC unit had leaked, and after a few weeks of venting it almost doesn't smell like smoke.

Now I'm mostly waiting for warmer weather to start rebuilding it.
I'll need temperatures above 50 for the adhesives to set up in the rebuilt walls.

These things are supposed to get 16 miles to the gallon, and have quite a cult following, with even a Toyota Motorhomes Forum.

Then again, in the age of the internet a lot of funky things have a cult following. After all, you're reading my lame but oddly compelling blog.

An Army of Personal Savoirs and The Guantanamo Virgin Mary

More trip photos. I found the sheer number of Mary and Jesus items down there in New Mexico rather creepifying.

I thought this statue looked like it had gotten locked up by a bunch of anti-Virgin Mary thugs.

What a fucked up concept, that Mary was a virgin, and the baby Jesus broke her hymen on the way out. Sooooo Catholic, do the time, but don't get to do the crime, and the only person good enough to push out the Holy Jesus was somebody who never got laid.

I had no idea that Jesus was such a tiny little man!

I swear, they modeled the "buddy Jesus" figure in Dogma after this version of the three nail Messiah.

Oops, I better watch what I say, there's an army of this dude who can kick my buttocks!

Thus endeth the holy photo spasam.

Praise Jebus in all his cement forms!

Too old and too late for their parent's basement

Random thought of the day:

I wonder what all the mid 20's to mid 30 year olds are going to do when they find out that not only can they not move back into mom's basement when they lose their jobs and house, but that Mom and Dad are fucked out of a pension and 401 K and they're all going to have to all live together in that single wide trailer grandma left behind? The one with the mouse problem and the rotten floor nobody's lived in for a decade?

The same folks who've always had their own apartments, never had to share a place with somebody and who've never seen a bad recession?

I've spent a summer camping in a tent and a truck camper.

I've shared a tiny house with four people and all of us are still alive. more than once.

I could to either again, or even build my own shack, one much nicer than the unabombers.

But a lot of people are going to be having some fun adjustment times to come.

Repo Man Sequel: Repo Chick

Miller: A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness.
Otto: You eat a lot of acid, Miller, back in the hippie days?

FYI, Alex Cox, director of Repo Man is filimg a sequel to Repo Man called Repo Chick, only this time he's including houses and lots of other items in his new movie.
Repo Man was one of my favorite 80's movies. Go rent it, punk.

Quote of the Day: The Horseflies

"I've tried psychotherapy, TV and beer, but most days I still feel like VanGough's left ear"

The Horseflies

Today we brew a belgian abbey ale, a dopplebock, we've made two batches of Atomic Fire Ginger Snaps and cornbread.
And I broke another small toe on the amplifier that got left out in the sunroom.
It's turning a lovely shade of purple and swelling up like Brittany Spear's boobs did a few years ago.
Oh, and Fry and Michael and I are practicing for tommorow's session at Smart Studio.
I get to rock out on my crappy guitar in the same room as Kurt Cobain did. And that rocks in a humble sort of way.

Quote of the day: Heinlien

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_A._Heinlein

Warning! Rant Mode Engaged!

Sometimes I show people the insruments I build. They often insult me by saying "you didn't build this!" or "really? you built that?", as though humans with big brains and opposable thumbs can't build something amazing to our puny primate brains. The idea that somebody would brew their own beer, make their own instruments and amplifiers, replace their own truck engine or any number of the things people who are engaged in life can do escapes them .

This point was hammered in a week or so ago when I saw a bunch of people I haven't seen in a decade or so.

All they had to talk about was their primate spawn.
To them life seems like it peaked with a few moments of physical pleasure that lead to a nine month series of bad hormone days and stretch marks, ending with screaming and blood and human goo and afterbirth,

when they or their partner pushed a meatbag baby into the world to obsess .

And they insist on showing you boring ass photos of their extended DNA mixes.
I say this: You kids bore me. You bore me. Your life bores me. It didn't used to, but now you're mono subject and settled into settling for being a parent and little else. Call me when that irritaing primate gets interesting or moves off to college, if we still have such things after the oncoming colapse

Rant over.

Resume your normal boring lives.

The Big Takeover Article

http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/26793903/the_big_takeover



"It's over — we're officially, royally fucked. no empire can survive being rendered a permanent laughingstock, which is what happened as of a few weeks ago, when the buffoons who have been running things in this country finally went one step too far.
It happened when Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner was forced to admit that he was once again going to have to stuff billions of taxpayer dollars into a dying insurance giant called AIG, itself a profound symbol of our national decline — a corporation that got rich insuring the concrete and steel of American industry in the country's heyday, only to destroy itself chasing phantom fortunes at the Wall Street card tables, like a dissolute nobleman gambling away the family estate in the waning days of the British Empire."

Taibbi's got the sharp edge Hunter Thompson had I loved so much, although he's more about information than prose. This article explains a lot of confusing things about how we got to where we are today with our messy bailouts and abusive banker problems. Worth reading all the way through.
Or you can wait till you're unemployed to read it. It might not be long before that happens.

Upside Down and Falling Apart

March 25 (Bloomberg) -- California home prices dropped 41 percent last month from a year earlier, more than double the U.S. decline, as surging foreclosures drove down values, the state Association of Realtors said today.The median price for an existing, single-family detached home in California sank to $247,590 in February from $418,260 a year earlier, the Los Angeles-based group said in a statement. The U.S. median price fell 16 percent during the same period, the second-biggest drop on record, according to the National Association of Realtors.

http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&sid=aRhTT4MNBjlM&refer=home

Think of the wave of people in upside down mortgages in California. Would you stick around and pay an extra few hundred thousand on a house you bought in the last few years? Or decide that since you're not allowed to declare bankruptcy on credit card debt, but can walk away from a mortgage, you'd go rent an apartment across town and then mail in your keys?

Because that's what that crappy bankruptcy law they passed a few years ago requires borrowers to do.
Multiply that ripple effect, then add in the rest of the country, then think about how many folks bought more house than they could afford.
Back in 1999 when we bought our house, they kept asking us if we wanted to borrow more money.
They wanted us to borrow 150 grand instead of the 90 grand we took out. We'd be fucked right now, spending a huge percentage of our income on houses, no cushion, one or two paychecks away from being on the street.
But most people don't think that way. All they think about is how nice it would be to have a lot more room for junk they bought with either a home equity line of credit or with one of the thousands of credit cards pushed onto people who grew up thinking owing money was not a bad thing. The days of consumer culture and easy credit are over, at least for a while.

For Everyman

FOR EVERYMAN

Everybody I talk to is ready to leave
With the light of the morning
They've seen the end coming down long enough to believe
That they've heard their last warning
Standing alone
Each has his own ticket in his hand
And as the evening descends
I sit thinking 'bout Everyman

Seems like I've always been looking for some other place
To get it together
Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
And maybe find something better
But all my fine dreams
Well thought out schemes to gain the motherland
Have all eventually come down to waiting for Everyman

Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Waiting here for Everyman--
Don't ask me if he'll show -- baby I don't know

Make it on your own if you think you can
Somewhere later on you'll have to take a stand
Then you're going to need a hand

Everybody's just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances
Who'll come along
And hold out that strong and gentle father's hand?
Long ago I heard someone say something 'bout Everyman

Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand

I'm not trying to tell you that I've seen the plan
Turn and walk away if you think I am--
But don't think too badly of one who's left holding sand
He's just another dreamer, dreaming 'bout Everyman

It's been raining all day, one of those thousand mile stare days where you find yourself looking out the window, your eyes focusing on everything and nothing at the same time. There were a lot of days like this in Seattle, I think the overcast out there soaks into your soul and burns out some circuit that lets you have higher brain functions. All day I've been restless, musing on the oncoming freight train of economic and climate madness about to decend. Between worldwide drought, the colapse of our unsustainable economy and the slowly cracking facade of the folks I see trying to not think about losing jobs and homes and retirement, I wonder how long it will be before the big freakout hits.

So today I went out and put a downpayment on Summer and our future food security. And flower supply, too, because bugs don't like lots of them, and I really do.

I went to Farm and Fleet and bought seeds, lots of them. Spinach, lettuce, rutabagas, turnips, beets, cucumbers, marigolds, cosmos, four kinds of sunflowers and nastursiums. I'm doubling down on the amount of garden I'm planting and making my own "other arrangements" as James Kunstler says. And I'm giving away of half the bikes we have and building one or two very well tuned ones with the remaining bikes.

I just hope the rest of the country wakes up and starts doing the same, because after reading Matt Tabbi's article in Rolling Stone and reading Krugman's NYTimes blog and Caluclated Risk and Clusterfuck Nation, I think we're headed for that scary new normal I've been writing about for a while now. Too many people running this country have a deaf ear and no sense of what's in the wind, so it's going to come down to us, working together in communities to make it on our own. Like that dirty hippie Jackson Browne says, I'll be waiting here for Everyman to join me when he wakes up.

If he's not a Christian Republican, anyway. If he is, he'll find we're the kind of pacifists who don't start a fight, but makes sure we finish one.

Quote of the day: Schopenhauer, On the Vanity of Existence

"That is why to attain something desired is to discover how vain it is; and why, though we live all our lives in expectation of better things, we often at the same time long regretfully for what is past. The present, on the other hand, is regarded as something quite temporary and serving only as the road to our goal. That is why most men discover when they look back on their life that they have the whole time been living ad interim, and are surprised to see that which they let go by so unregarded and unenjoyed was precisely their life, was precisely in expectation of which they lived."
Arthur Schopenhauer, Essay and Aphorisms, On the Vanity of Existence, 4

Shorter version:

Be here NOW. Let the past be the past. Lean into the future, not on it.

A Joke

A firefighter was working on the engine outside the station, when he noticed a little girl nearby in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.

The girl was wearing a firefighters helmet.

The wagon was beingpulled by her dog and her cat.

The firefighter walked over to take a closer look.

That sure is a nice fire truck,' the firefighter said with admiration.

'Thanks,' the girl replied.

The firefighter looked a little closer, the girl had tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles.'

Little partner,' the firefighter said, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster'.

She replied thoughtfully, 'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren.

Alfred Bester Quote From 1956, sounds like today

One of my all time favorite novels is by Alfred Bester, called "The Stars My Destination".

It's a fast moving sharply written novel about a lazy common man who finds himself being pushed into being something trancendent.

The opening paragraph would fit this freaky time we're living in.

This was a Golden Age, a time of high adventure, rich living, and hard dying…but nobody thought so. This was a future of fortune and theft, pillage and rapine, culture and vice…but nobody admitted it. This was an age of extremes, a fascinating century of freaks…but nobody loved it.

The other day I found this, and it reminded me of that Bester novel.

"everything is so amazing, but nobody is happy"

Louis CK on Conan O'Brian

More from the New Mexico Trip

Saw this heavy metal guitar in a window in downtown Truth Or Consequences.
The lovely and talented old coot David. I made him black and white and added film grain because he's a bit of an analog film snob sort of guy.
I'm not complaining, he did by most of my old Nikon stuff from me.
I just never want to set foot in a darkroom again after ten years of being a commercial photographer and five or six years of being a darkroom monkey and photo geek at a newspaper or a few colleges. I like my digitial cameras a lot.


Martye, the most amazing artist I know. She makes pottery that functions and is so damn beautiful I almost hate to use it.
Plus, she's got a brain pan that I have really come to love.
She moves through different air with style.



Charlie left this earthly party a long, long time ago in a small town in the mountains called Hillsboro.


I know it's not politcally correct being a resident of Madison and a big middle aged lesbo to get off on big pistols that make big noises and big holes in beer cans, but I sure love them.
We took our big .45 auto along and blew off a hundred rounds or so in an abandoned open pit mine.
We picked up our brass when we were done, unlike most of the other folks who decided this was a fine spot to shoot shit up.
I grew up with guns. I have more than a few, all legal, all treated with the respect they deserve. I never have understood the fear and general uncomfortableness so may people have around them, at least in the hands of people who understand them.
But I live in a big city, and unlike a lot of idiots who don't realize how far and how many layers of cheap doors and drywall they can go through before stopping, my home protection plan is dialing 911 and keeping a baseball bat next to the bed.
There's something very rewarding about the way a big pistol or a shotgun sounds and feels like to me. Not unlike a really good electric guitar amp and a distortion pedal and Les Paul style guitar.
Big noise can be bone rattling fun if you're not being an asshole to other people when you make them.

Our High Noon Gig: Fun, but Sparse

Fry, Michael and I opened up for a few bands at the High Noon Monday. We rocked the joint, although it was a poor night to play there, being

A: Monday night when everybody stays home, and

B: The night before St. Patty's Day, when the joint is crowded.

The Sharp and Hawkins band played after us. I liked them, they had a good vibe and a fun percussionist and one of the two guitar players had some mojo for a young pup. He even played an acoustic lap steel, also known as a Weissenborn.

I played the gig with my nasty little 12 volt guitar amp, did lots of sonic wash stuff and long sustained stuff, got my Neil Young squaawwwky out of tune by intent throb on.

Michael was pretty amazing too, in his own words he just let his monkey brain take over after the second song, and it was fun as hell to be so in the moment. Fry was his usual self, solid, bemused and dead on with his playing. I love his energy, and the way he smiles when something grabs him in a song.

The photo above is from our gig at the Alchemy a month or so back, we didn't get any at the gig the other night.

Next week the three of us are going into Smart Studios to record a final few sets before Michael and bride and baby head out for California early this summer.

Damn, I'm gonna miss him, and those times when our brain monkeys scamper wild onstage. We got a throb and gristle connection, musically.

Quote of the day: Rita Mae Brown on Sanity

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you.

Rita Mae Brown

The animal above is a naked mole rat. Not that it has anything to do with sanity or Rita Mae Brown, I just liked the photo. It reminds me of somebody I don't like even a little bit I used to know in when I lived in Seattle.

Aimee Mullins at TED, and her many legs

Great TED talk by Aimee Mullins: "How my legs give me super-powers."
Athlete, actor and activist Aimee Mullins talks about her prosthetic legs -- she's got a dozen amazing pairs -- and the superpowers they grant her: speed, beauty, an extra 6 inches of height ... Quite simply, she redefines what the body can be. About Aimee Mullins A record-breaker at the Paralympic Games in 1996, Aimee Mullins has built a career as a model, actor and activist for women, sports and the next generation of prosthetics.

http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/aimee_mullins_prosthetic_aesthetics.html

She's my new rockstar hero.
Check out those carved ash legs, the cast legs with potatoes or jellfyish looking attachments, and the amazingly cool way she sees the world.