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Friday, July 31, 2009

PARTY HARDY

Hardy Girl

She had an Ed Hardy tat above her ample ass
She had a snootful of Scotch in a Martini glass
It seemed to me that she had lots of class
So I asked her to dance.

She slurred her words – perfect Whisky Diction
She responded to my subtle pelvic friction
And pretty soon I started getting an eriction
Hoping to get in her pants.

Tattoo on your titty
Tattoo on your back
My favorite’s the one
Over your Ass-Crack
Makes a snazzy target
When I take aim
I like to Party Hardy
It’s my favorite game

Oh, I wish this night would never stop
Gonna try to get you out of that halter-top
You look like you could use some Horizontal Bop
Can’t you feel the romance?

Tattoo on your titty
Tattoo on your back
My favorite’s the one
Over your Ass-Crack
Makes a snazzy target
When I take aim
I like to Party Hardy
It’s my favorite game

[This would make a fine Country Song: all it needs is some music. Anyone want to give it a try?]

Inspired by the fine Sunday Ink posts over at Dead Dog Walkin’.

TODAY’S PITH AND VINEGAR

Today’s Pith and Vinegar brings you a Brief Imagined Dialogue from the White House, where President Barack Obama joined Sgt. James Crowley and Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr. yesterday evening for a few cold beers and a chance to smooth over the Great Racial Imbroglio created by Crowley’s arrest of Gates last week for disorderly conduct.

Obama: Gentlemen, I’m glad both of you agreed to meet here with me and sit down over a couple of brewskis. I firmly believe that there are no problems that Man cannot solve after having a few brewskis. Speaking of which, how do you like this beer? It’s a craft brew made especially for the White House by a Belgian guy we keep locked up in the basement.

Gates: Tastes great.

Crowley: Less filling.

Gates: Tastes great!

Crowley: Less filling!

Gates: Tastes great!!!

Crowley: Less filling!!!

Gates: Yo mama!

Crowley: You’re under arrest!

FRIDAY RANDOM TEN

Thank Gawd it’s Friday!

Of course, these words ring just a little bit hollow, coming as they do from a Man of Leisure, but they are a most effective way of warning the Unsuspecting Reader that the Friday Random Ten is sure to follow.

Yes, indeedy: It’s time for that weekly compilation of Randomized Musical Miscellany as coughed up by the iPod d’Elisson.

We’ve marked a few Major Events this past week. The Mistress of Sarcasm, I am happy to report, has scored a new gig, one that is a perfect fit with her skills, her personality, and her Life Experience - she’s now a recruiter for her very own Alma Mater, the Savannah College of Art and Design. She’ll be traveling throughout the Southeast, visiting high schools and giving folks the skinny on the SCAD experience.

The other major event? As of yesterday, we have lived in this latest incarnation of Chez Elisson for eleven years. That’s a long time, especially considering that this is the seventh house we have owned. We can thank the Great Corporate Salt Mine for all that moving around...

...and now it’s time to move again, this time Back to the Topic at Hand. What’s on the box this week?
  1. Us and Them - Frankie Paul

  2. Locatelli - 10 Sonatas, Op. 8, No. 4 in C Major: III. Vivace - Rachel Isserlis & The Locatelli Trio

  3. Mozart: Requiem in D Minor, K 626 - 01. Introitus - Requiem, Adagio - Herbert Von Karajan

  4. Emaline - Ben Folds Five

  5. At The Zoo - Simon & Garfunkel

  6. I’m Going Straight to Heaven - MC 900 Foot Jesus

  7. Pygmy Twylyte - Frank Zappa

    Green hocker croakin’
    In the Pygmy Twylyte

    Crankin’ an’ a-coke’n
    In the Winchell’s Donut midnite

    Out of his deep on a four-day run
    Hurtin’ for sleep in the Quaalude moonlight

    Green hocker in a Greyhound locker
    Smokin’ in the Pygmy Twylyte

    Joined the bus on the 33rd seat
    By the doo-doo room with the reek replete

    Crystal eye, crystal eye
    Got a crystal kidney & he’s afraid to die
    In the Pygmy Twylyte
    Downer midnite
    Pygmy Twylyte
    Downer midnite
    Pygmy Twylyte
    Downer midnite
    Pygmy Twylyte
    Downer midnite


  8. Love Life - Fatboy Slim

  9. Any Dub You Like - Easy Star All Stars

  10. Talk Show Host - Radiohead

It’s Friday. What are you listening to?

Kudzu - The Vine That Ate the South

In 1876, the lush green leaves and fragrant purple flowers enchanted visitors to the Japanese Pavilion at the Centennial Exposition in Philadelphia and gardeners were eager to add this exotic Japanese vine to their collections.



Those who lived in the South quickly found that kudzu, given warmth and moisture, can grow as much as a foot a day. And cattle will eat it! An enterprise was born and "the miracle vine" was planted on farms as well as in gardens.

In the 1930s, the soil Conservation Service promoted kudzu for erosion control and farmers were paid to plant it.



It's estimated that around 7 millions acres of the Deep South are covered by kudzu. It can kill trees by keeping the sun from them. Pesticides can't destroy it -- one actually makes it grow faster. Goats can wipe it out -- for a while.

Kudzu is one of many introduced plants that, without natural enemies, can take over. Multiflora rose, bittersweet, and water hyacinth are some others.

We have the roses and the bittersweet on our farm -- but, thank heaven, no kudzu . . . yet.

It's just across the river . . . and growing.



(Here's a terrific site that tells even more of The Amazing Story of Kudzu)
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Thursday, July 30, 2009

JACKASS DU JOUR

Jackass du Jour 073009

“Hey, check out my Lexus SC430 coupe! Isn’t it shiny? I have a really tiny penis, but my snazzy car more than makes up for my inability to satisfy a woman!”

Yeah, Bub. Just go on believing that. And, by the way, a hearty “Fuck You” for parking your midlifecrisismobile so that it hogged two parking spaces in a crowded shopping mall parking lot. Now, go eat shit and die.

Oh, yeah - and you, Bub, are the Jackass du Jour!

Update: As Houston Steve points out (and as SWMBO also figured out when we were in that parking lot), the driver of that car was likely a woman. And so, the narrative may read as follows:

“Hey, check out my Lexus SC430 coupe! Isn’t it shiny? My ass looks like a burlap sack filled with cottage cheese, but I sure have a nice ride, don’t I? In fact, considering that making love to me is like throwing a hot dog down a hallway, it’s the only nice ride I can offer!”

NASHVILLE ENGLEWOOD CATS(2009 EDITION)

Last week, when She Who Must Be Obeyed and I visited Eric and Fiona up in the wilds of McMinn County, Tennessee, we (of necessity) visited their two cats, as well.

Fred and Bob 1

Fred and Bob 2

Yes, it’s two cats these days. Fred and Bob are still around, but Ginger seems to have disappeared. Whether she simply wandered off in search of greener pastures, or whether she became a meal for one Woodsy Predator or another, is an exercise best left to the imagination.

These guys are as friendly as ever... Fred will even trot right up to you if you whistle a Cat Call. And he simply loves SWMBO. Lookee:

Fred in the Face

(Can you blame him?)

Update: See lots more kitties (and plenty of other fauna as well) at the Modulator, where Friday Ark #254 has set sail.

And for yet more Kitty-Linkage, drop by Three Tabby Cats in Vienna Sunday evening to check out Carnival of the Cats #281. It’s Katz-gezeichnet!

Update 2: CotC #281 is up.

Squash for Squash-Haters

Stuffed squash topped with bacon is the single recipe for yellow squash that actually elicits a bit of enthusiasm from my family. Oh, they'll eat squash in all the other ways I fix it but this is a recipe they'll take seconds on . . . or thirds.

Begin by boiling your squash in salted water till fork-tender.





Remove and drain and let cool a while. Meanwhile, saute some diced onion in some sort of fat -- I used bacon grease this time; olive oil would be better for you.

When the squash are cool enough to handle, cut them in half lengthwise and scrape their little insides into the pan with the onion. Mix and saute.


Now add bread crumbs -- homemade or otherwise. I used Italian flavored breadcrumbs. A stuffing mix would work too.

My mother used to make these and one time, out of white bread, she used caraway seeded rye. That's really good too. If I had some caraway seeds, I'd add them now.



But I don't. I do have cumin seeds so I toast them in the crepe pan to bring out their flavor. I realize this is too much cumin so half goes into the stuffing and the other half into the bucket of scraps for the chickens. I wonder if they'll be pleased?

Stuff the squash halves, top with bacon, and bake at 350 till the bacon is done ( about a half an hour.)






And there's the squash -- along with turkey breast roasted with garlic and Herbes de Provence (just like Elizabeth fixed for Phillip in Signs in the Blood) and a salad of spinach, sliced cucumbers (fresh from the garden) , red onion, gorgonzola and vinaigrette.

It was good.



But wait, there's more! Pat in East Tennessee sent me some more squash recipes and here they are:

These recipes are from the book "Too Many Tomatoes .......". It's a book I got about 35 years ago and is very handy.
ZUCCHINI BREAD
3 cups grated zucchini
1 cup oil
1 1/2 cups sugar
3 eggs, beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla
Combine the above ingredients.
3 cups flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon soda
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ginger
(I also add 1/4 teaspoon cloves)
Stir to blend.
1 cup chopped nuts
1 cup raisins or craisins
Add and beat 4 minutes - put in a greased bundt or tube pan and bake for 1 hour at 350.
This freezes very well.

ZUCCHINI DROP COOKIES
1 cup grated zucchini
1 teaspoon soda
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup shortening or butter
1 egg beaten
Mix together.
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon salt
Stir to blend.
1 cup chopped nuts
1 cup raisins
Stir in and then drop by teaspoonfuls on a greased cookie sheet and bake 12 to 15 minutes at 375.
Yes, these are similar to zucchini bread. A moist, spicy cookie that also freezes well.

ZUCCHINI GOULASH

1 large onion, diced
1/4 pound mushrooms, sliced
2 Tablespoons olive oil
Using a large pot, sauté until soft.
1 # ground chuck
Add and cook until crumbly.
1 1/2 teaspoons paprika
1/4 cup minced green pepper
2 Tablespoons fresh minced parsley
3/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
2 teaspoons minced fresh basil
2 cups diced tomatoes
Add, cover and simmer 15 minutes
6 zucchini, sliced diagonally
Add to pot, stir well, cover and simmer 20 minutes or until tender.
Grated Parmesan cheese
Serve in bowls, sprinkle with cheese. I usually have crusty rolls to go with this ... good for dipping in the juices.
I know this recipe sounds a little weird, but it is VERY tasty!

and this:

Here's a yellow squash recipe that I have made for years and is always a hit with everyone, except for Mike! HA! It's easy to make and freezes well, so I make it often when the squash are in and then freeze it in serving sizes for Bob and I when the snow flies!

YELLOW SQUASH CASSEROLE
4 cups squash, chopped
1 or 2 medium onions, chopped
Cook together until tender.
1 cup grated cheddar cheese
2 eggs, beaten
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 - 13 ounce can evaporated milk
1 can cream of chicken/mushroom soup ... yes there is such a soup but
it is not always easy to find.
Mix together well.
1 - 8 ounce bag Pepperidge Farm stuffing. (You can use either the
Herb or the Cornbread, but we prefer the Herb.)
1/2 cup butter, melted.
Mix everything together and put in a large greased casserole. Bake for 40 minutes at 375.

and finally -- a link to a recipe for Pineapple/Zucchini Sheet Cake
-- yet another way to sneak a little squash into your family's diet!


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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

WHAT - TISHA B’AV AGAIN?


Lamentations by Candlelight

Megillat Eichah - the Book of Lamentations - by candlelight.

Tonight marks the onset of Tisha b’Av, the most mournful day in the Jewish calendar. In a couple of hours I’ll be in synagogue, sitting on the floor, reading the Book of Lamentations by candlelight.

Unlike Yom Kippur, which is a day of solemn introspection and soul-searching, Tisha b’Av is sad. It’s the day we set aside to bewail pretty much all the Rotten Crap we Jews have had to deal with these past 2,600 years or so. And, trust me, that’s a lot of Crap... including the destruction of not one, but two (count ’em) Temples in Jerusalem. Oh, and did I mention a couple of exiles?

Rather than rehash the stuff I write every year on this day, I’ll simply put up links to a few of my previous posts. Here ya go:

Tisha b’Av 2008.

Tisha b’Av 2007.

Tisha b’Av 2005.

I’d tell you to enjoy reading ’em, but that’s not the point of the day, is it? So suffer. No need to thank me.

A Gentle Rain

After being spoiled with abundant rain for most of July, we've found the past week way too dry. Thunder storms have dodged all around us, giving us a few tantalizing drops to pock the dust and then sweeping off to soak someone else.

But finally, yesterday evening, came a lovely gentle rain! Perfect timing, as I'd spent the morning whacking back the mock orange that was obscuring our view of the fish pool. Now John and I sat on the porch, luxuriating in the cool, damp air, the patter of drops on the metal roof, and the syncopated dance of rain on the once again-visible pond surface.

Miss Susie Hutchins joined us in our blissful appreciation . . . though I think she believed we were admiring her rather than the rain.



Just before night fell we could see in the distance, the after-rain mists rising from all the grateful coves and hollows.

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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

My new roommate



Yep, it's official.
I've moved out.

And I now am living at my mom's,
sharing a room with my 7 yr old.

It's interesting where life can lead you sometimes.

THE HARD SHELL: A 100-WORD STORY

Me, I like to go a long time between car washes. It’s not that I’m cheap or anything (well, maybe a little); it’s just that I like to be able to see the difference afterwards. Filth-encrusted jalopy goes in, shiny new ride comes out.

Today, though, I opted for the Full Monty. Wash, vacuum, shine the wheels and hubcaps. And I plumped for the Turtle Wax, which adds $500 to the bill.

I know that sounds like a lot, but Turtle Wax is expensive. You need a lotta little Q-Tips to get the wax outta all them tiny turtle ears...

IRRIGATION

It was sometime in the late 1960’s that a new appliance found its way into our home.

Not an electric coffeepot; not a waffle iron or toaster. This was something new, something health-related. It was a Waterpik, a device whose function was to irrigate and massage your gums with a high-pressure pulsating jet of water. Years later, I would see similar devices in use at the Great Corporate Salt Mine’s refineries and chemical plants, where the process is known as hydroblasting.

Both of my parents were long-time sufferers of gum disease, probably spending as much time or more with their periodontist than at their regular dentist. For them, the Waterpik was a godsend.

Waterpik oral irrigation devices were very popular in the 1970’s, but since then they have settled back into a minor slot in the American consciousness. Which is unfortunate, because they really are that rara avis: devices that actually perform a useful function... unlike half the crap I own.

After I moved out of Chez Eli and went off to university, I didn’t think about the old Waterpik all that much. But eventually, one would end up in our house, mainly used by She Who Must Be Obeyed, whose closely-spaced teeth made using regular dental floss a near-impossibility. A few years back, she bought an updated model to help manage her oral hygiene while she was wearing braces... and just recently, I went and got one of my own.

Believe me when I tell you that your mouth will never feel cleaner than right after you have used a Waterpik. It blasts all the hidden guck out from under the gumline, including all the crap you thought you had gotten out by flossing. And if you really want to clear out your head, you can do what I did after my nasal surgery seven years ago...

I had had a septoplasty... correction of a deviated nasal septum. As part of the postoperative regimen, I was supposed to irrigate myself with warm salt water, for which purpose I had been given a rubber bulb syringe. But I had a better idea... and it involved using our old Waterpik. You can do it too!

You simply take one of the regular dental irrigation tips and cut off the end with a hacksaw, leaving only a one-inch length. You then fill the tank with warm saline solution, jam the irrigation tip up one nostril, and hold the other nostril closed. Now start the machine running - at the lowest pressure setting, of course - with your mouth open over the sink.

Once you get used to the remarkably disconcerting sensation of having your head fill with warm salt water (it’s a bit like drowning), Waterpikking your head out is not all that bad. That is, until you look at the stuff being washed out of your sinuses. Yeef. One time as I was Head-Pikking, something that looked like a cross between a Big Mac and SpongeBob SquarePants came floating out...

Maybe you’d better stick to using the Waterpik on your gums, at that.

Of Beans and Blogs . . . and Zucchini Too

Oh, dear, the beans are in. I picked on Sunday and somehow there were twice as many on Monday.



The slender tender beans on the right got steamed briefly and marinated with red onion slices, to accompany John's homemade pizza. The bigger ones got a three-minute blanching and went into the freezer.



And then there' was the zucchini -- the chickens got the biggest one; I grated two more to freeze for zucchini bread; and blanched some more to freeze for minestrone come winter.



And now, re blogs: Margie, of Margie's Crafts recently gave me the One Lovely Blog award. Check out her blog for great pictures of Ireland . . . and possible the cutest car I've ever seen. And thanks, Margie -- I love this kind of travel!

Closer to home, Sam of My Carolina Kitchen just presented this blog with the SPLASH award. Sam is a foodie and you should avoid her blog if you don't want to be stricken with immediate hunger. Right now she's got a recipe for seared tuna and Asian slaw that has me drooling. And the previous post is of a BLT that is as close to the Platonic ideal as they come. And the corn cakes a while back-- I've made them multiple times now . . . oh boy! Thanks, Sam, for the award and the calories!

And one last thing -- I had an email from 'a leading broker of internet advertising.' They would like, in exchange for an annual fee, to place an advertisement on my blog.

Yikes! I wonder what that annual fee might be? And what they'd be advertising? But I just replied that I wasn't interested. It would feel a bit like tattooing a big logo on my forehead.


Last night's pizza . . . with beans on the side.
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Monday, July 27, 2009

SNAKES IN A DRAIN

As if Jimbo weren’t paranoid enough with respect to Florida’s native fauna, we now have this story.

Here’s the money quote:

“The State of Florida recently declared war on the out-of-control python population.”

Roll that one around on your tongue a few times. “The out-of-control python population.” Jeebus.

[Tip o’ th’ Elisson fedora to Meryl Yourish for the link... and the post title.]

Bow Pots and Flower Pots


I love making flower arrangements -- though they're never much more than shoving a bunch of flowers into a receptacle of some sort -- certainly there's none of that garden club stuff with Hogarth's curve and the rule of three that my mother-in-law used to talk about.

A friend of mine -- who grew up in the piedmont of North Carolina -- calls this 'making a flower pot' and once I realized she wasn't talking about potted plants, I remembered something similar from Thackery's Vanity Fair (a truly delightful book, by the way.



" . . . we have made her a bowpot."
"Say a bouquet, sister Jemima, 'tis more genteel."
"Well, a booky as big almost as a haystack . . ."

Vanity Fair was written in 1848-- in England. I wonder if 'flowerpot' and 'bowpot' are related. Have any of you heard either term used?






Click on the sundial for an early morning stroll.
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Sunday, July 26, 2009

PITH ON YOU

Pithed Off

If you wish your status to be Legendary and Mythical,
Be sure to find yourself a Helmet that’s Pithical.

[Sometimes, Mr. Debonair
Finds something besides a Colander for to wear.]

Pith helmet courtesy of Eric.

MONKEY’S UNCLE

Rhea County Courthouse
The Rhea County Courthouse in Dayton, Tennessee, home of one of the Scopes trial of 1925.

The Missus and I have just returned from a brief mini-vacation in the wilds of Tennessee, where we enjoyed the hospitality and company of Eric - the Straight White Guy hizzownself - and his lovely bride Fiona.

Eric is a brave man, and I say this without reference to his experience as a United States Marine. He is a brave man because he is willing to put up with my company for days on end, allowing himself to be inveigled into drinking Bizarre Concoctions and partaking of Strange Adventures.

One such Strange Adventure was our trip to Dayton, Tennessee, site of the infamous Scopes Monkey Trial in 1925, a trial loosely dramatized in the various stage, film, and television productions of “Inherit the Wind.”

Rhea County Courtroom
The second-floor courtroom, restored to its appearance during the Scopes trial. Imagine this room packed with over 600 people.

Rhea County Courtroom Seats
Hard seats made for little comfort during the sweltering July trial.

Scopes vs Tennessee was, at its core, a publicity stunt financed by the ACLU and promoted by a group of local businessmen who saw possibilities in the attention a controversial trial would bring the town of Dayton. John T. Scopes, a local high school teacher, was a friend of one of those businessmen, who asked Scopes to teach evolution in violation of Tennessee’s just-enacted Butler Act, which provided
“That it shall be unlawful for any teacher in any of the Universities, Normals and all other public schools of the State which are supported in whole or in part by the public school funds of the State, to teach any theory that denies the Story of the Divine Creation of man as taught in the Bible, and to teach instead that man has descended from a lower order of animals.”
Interestingly enough, the state-mandated biology textbook described and even endorsed Darwinian theory... which meant that pretty much every teacher in the state was violating the Butler Act anyway. But Scopes happily offered himself up as a test case.

The trial turned out to be the publicity bonanza its planners had envisioned, and then some. It was huge, on a scale not to be seen again until the Lindbergh kidnapping trial almost a decade later. Atheist Clarence Darrow - the man who had saved thrill-killers Leopold and Loeb from the death penalty - was on the defense team; meanwhile, noted populist Democrat, three-time Presidential candidate, and Fundamentalist orator William Jennings Bryan was on the prosecution team. With these two facing off against each other, you had all the ingredients of a Flapper-Era Media Circus. It was the first trial broadcast nationwide on radio, an early example of the power of a mass medium to blow a minor event all out of proportion. It would not, as we know, be the last.

There was never really any issue over Scopes’s guilt: He was convicted, fined $100, and subsequently had the conviction overturned on appeal on a minor technicality. The jury deliberated all of nine minutes after an eight-day trial. Even Darrow, in an address to the jury, acknowledged that, because the court had held any evidence he had planned to offer inadmissible, that he could not in fairness ask them to return a verdict of not guilty.

But the case was really never about Scopes. It was a landmark clash between anti-evolutionists and evolutionists, between Biblical fundamentalism and modern scientific thought, and the echoes of that clash still resound today, more than four decades after the Butler Act was repealed by the State of Tennessee. It was a battle between the Urbane versus the Homespun, with H. L. Mencken, famously venomous columnist for the Baltimore Sun, excoriating the locals and calling them “yokels” and “morons.”

The Bible vs Darwin controversy is still with us today, despite the increased emphasis on science education driven by the National Defense Education Act in the late 1950’s. We’ve dealt with it here in Cobb Country, Georgia in recent years, with stickers proclaiming that evolution was merely a theory, not scientific fact - stickers that had to be removed months later after yet another court case.

Me, I'm not a Biblical literalist, and so I have no problem reconciling Darwinian views of evolution and natural selection with my belief system. I look at evolution as the way God manages the business of Creation... and the Biblical story of Genesis as allegory and myth, our ancestors’ attempt to explain where they came from. Faith and Science can coexist, as long as you recognize that the two do not necessarily have much to do with one another.

A Paul Harvey-esque sidebar - Five days after the Scopes trial ended, William Jennings Bryan had the opportunity to find out whether his religious beliefs were sound by direct observation. He died in his sleep on July 26, 1925 - exactly eighty-four years ago today - leaving a void in the Fundamentalist movement that would never again be filled.

William Jennings Bryan
William Jennings Bryan, preserved in bronze.

After our jaunt to Dayton, we returned to the happy climes of McMinn County, where we had a fine feast - Eric’s Tennessee ’Taters, by the way, are Da Bomb - and spent many happy hours stuffing ourselves, drinking, and teaching the ladyfolk the finer points of Texas Hold-’Em. My advice? Watch out for that Fiona... to beat her you’re gonna need a bigger boat.

Sunday Sermon



. . . And this our life exempt from public haunt
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones . . .

Yes, I've used this quote before ; maybe it's being an old English major that has me seeing a sermon in these plants..


Now, what I wonder is if any of you see it too?






Hint: I'm thinking about parenting.




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Saturday, July 25, 2009

FRIDAY SATURDAY RANDOM TEN

Normally, as my Esteemed (and Extremely Patient) Readers are aware, on Fridays I post a list of Choons spewed out at random by my Little White Choon-Box. That’d be the Friday Random Ten.

This week, given that the Missus and have been away from home and disinclined to monkey about with Computery Biznis, the Friday Random Ten has been displaced to Saturday. Big Fat Hairy Deal, you say... and I agree.

But now that it is Saturday, it’s time to get on with it. What’s playing today? Let’s take a look:
  1. The Ascent of Stan - Ben Folds

  2. Kuvernöörin Tytär - Tuomari Nurmio & Alamaailman Vasarat

  3. Come With Me - Monty Python, Spamalot (Original Cast)

  4. Vital Transformation - Mahavishnu Orchestra

  5. Midtown (Instrumental) - Tom Waits

  6. Mozart: Requiem in D minor; K 626 - 13. Agnus Dei - Herbert Von Karajan

  7. Eyn Mol - The Klezmatics

  8. There’s Always Someone Cooler Than You - Ben Folds

  9. Tales of Brave Ulysses - Cream

  10. Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones

    Oh, a storm is threat’ning
    My very life today
    If I don’t get some shelter
    Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away

    War, children, it’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away
    War, children, it’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away

    Ooh, see the fire is sweepin’
    Our very street today
    Burns like a red coal carpet
    Mad bull lost its way

    War, children, it’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away
    War, children, it’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away

    Rape, murder!
    It’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away

    Rape, murder!
    It’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away

    Rape, murder!
    It’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away

    The flood is threat’ning
    My very life today
    Gimme, gimme shelter
    Or I’m gonna fade away

    War, children, it’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away
    It’s just a shot away

    I tell you, love, sister, it’s just a kiss away
    It’s just a kiss away
    It’s just a kiss away
    It’s just a kiss away
    It’s just a kiss away
    Kiss away, kiss away


It’s Friday Saturday. What are you listening to?

Weeding

I enjoy weeding -- especially when I've let things get out of hand and the weeding really makes a difference. Weeding also puts you close to all sorts of interesting things. . . Like this lovely little nest, riding lightly on a fern frond. . .



And this box tortoise -- we surprised each other . . .



This fern shoot seemed to be leaning over for a better view . . .



. . . maybe of the bull and his harem who are browsing nearby.
























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