knock knock knockin on heavens door

Maybe it is just a pistachio shell?
I'm here too.

Hey Tim Tebow, in regards to your praying...

If anyone reading this knows Tim Tebow please refresh his memory as regards the scriptures. Maybe he hasn't read the bible and has only followed what he has been told but please direct him to Matthew 6:5&6. For those of you who don't have a bible "Also (Jesus speaking), when you pray you must not be as the hypocrites: because they like to pray standing in the synagogues and on the corners of the broad ways to be visible to men. Truly I say to you they are having their reward in full. You however, when you pray go into your private room and after shutting your door pray to your father in secret. Then your Father who looks on in secret will repay you."

His sideline praying ROUTINE is disgusting! What are you praying for? A victory or His kingdom to come? It is really disturbing for not just Tebow but all these athletes who like to make public displays of prayer either before or after the fact. Your god may care about a victory, field goal, home run, or touchdown, and if that is the case you should question yourself as to who your god is. I have the feeling that for all professional athletes their god is money. You pray to your god. Does He have a name? The bible refers to Satan as the god of this system of things and even in Philippians 3:19 as the belly being the gods of some. Who is the god of sports?

Thats all. Thank you

Ooooohhhhhhhh Nancy!

Its two days before christmas and all thru my head swirls a little bit of Dylan and a whole lot of Dead. I guess thats not entirely true for prancing around is Nancy Sinatra too. She's singing "Santa baby please bring back the Grateful Dead, With Jerry and Pigpen and some LSD for my head, I want to hear Dark Star/Saint Steven/The Eleven..." I wish she'd take off those boots but thats all she has on. No inner cranial nudity.

I'm just glad its over. I will be able to hide out the next two days and not have to see any men in Santa hats. I hate that more than anything else this time of year. No way. Really, I just looked out the window to see a fat man in red wearing a Satan hat. I will pursue having him tossed from the complex. Speaking of being tossed...I expect that at 1:00 I will be. I had one of my neighbors give me a disapproving glance when she saw me with a beer at 10:00 a.m. Lady when you wake up at midnight that is pretty late in the day. Tossed? you ask. As in out of the game. I suppose in the grand scheme of things I never was in the game. Yes, many a tear has to fall. Pardon me, I forgot to tell you my beer of the moment. I am drinking a Sam Adams (yes I know) Infinium, 2010. The reason I am drinking it is to test my beers from the vault. As some of you may know one of my best friends is sitting in prison for defending himself and his property (I have read pages of the court transcripts and it is a joke! I never tell him but he should have parked one in her head then there would be the 911 calls she made about her break in and stealing of a gun with no lies and politically agenda d DA bitch) Anyway I have been keeping a Vault of Beer for the last two years plus awaiting his release in about the same period of time. So having moved with a trunk, antique leather, full of beer (yeah man, most people would have drank it all and then moved) I decided I should test one to make sure they didn't go bad. After all they did spend two months in my van in the heat of day and cool of night. As it turns out they were well insulated. (Make that 3:00. Doing a lot of dancing) Back to it, I pored the Infinium and it smells similar to an Orval. Great sign. Now when I first bought it I wasn't too impressed with the taste, and I'm still not. But...I would say that if you buy the 2011 and age it for at least two years it will be a very good beer. Just buy a very good beer now and if you do age it it will be great. I believe that Samuel Adams spends too much on packaging and advertising and not enough on right now great beers. Remember the Triple Bock? Great beer, over priced, over packaged. Gone. 55 and sunny today.



Shine On.

5/2/'70 Harpur College, Binghampton, NY

It was almost four years after I had last seen him that he died, but there was still a big thud. A ton of bricks and a load of wet cement. We had never even met yet to this day there is still a big void. Every once in a while I feel a great sadness and know that the world sucks more than usual. I have tears roll every time I watch my Grateful Dawg dvd. In "Cryptical Envelopment" he stated "you know he had to die". We saw it when he went into a coma nine years earlier. As for the heading of this post it refers to a date and venue. Jerry has the ability to this day to draw tears, make hairs stand on end, or give people goose boobs (Katarina Witt once tried to use the term goose bumps, but from German to English...) Often he does it in "Wharf Rat, Black Peter, Stella Blue, maybe Bird Song" or so many of his vocal journeys, but on this night he had an extraordinary moment in "I Know You Rider". Usually it is the line (for me at least) "I wish I was a headlight on a north bound train..." but this night that was secondary. Listen to it. The line of the night is "I'd rather drink muddy water/sleep in a hallow log...." Cosmic Jerry how do you do? Sitting here I say I just don't know. Cheers to the Heads, the real ones, and Dusty too.

Todays menu: Westmalle Tripel
Orval
Scaldis
Westmalle Dubbel
Gouden Carolus Classic
Uinta Barley Wine
Possibly Another (Uinta Barley Wine)

On a golden autumn day

Yes that is a line from Van Morrison. in answer to your question Madgidoodle (how did you ever get a name like Madgidoodle?) things are going fine. Not great, maybe good, but at least fine. It is early to bed and early to rise, but I am neither healthy, wealthy, or wise. I did have the pleasure of a beautiful day off. So not to different from my Free time in WA I went for a ride along the river, the Virgin river that is. Not quite as mighty as the Columbia but when combined with 63 degrees, sunshine and the Grateful Dead my status of fine rockets to oblivion. If you Google 400 E Riverside dr in Saint George you will see just how close I am to the river.

So here are some photos I took along the way. Enjoy.

Strawberry Alarm Clock

Income and residence
Its about time
Kick off the shoes
Put on the blues
Drink barley wine

After two months plus living in no mans land I have officially become a resident of St George. For a place full of "nice wholesome folk" I have certainly run into a lot of disingenuous people. Whether it be as a tenant or employee their game playing will end up costing them more than it did me. As Fleetwood Mac said "Oh Well". I cant sing. I aint pretty. My legs are thin! Now the question is will this be the place where I retire. "From what?" Yeah I know. Maybe I'll retire from Occupy Wall Street. Such a hectic life skipping college classes that either daddie or uncle sam paid for. If those roop scoops really wanted to make a point they should kick their capitalist foes in their christmas knickers by disregarding this contrivance. Not that it was made up by the greedy corporations (it was actually Constantine who melded pagan an Christian beliefs to come up with this concoction). Maybe it would be too hard for them to break away from tradition. After all it is not them but everybody else who needs to change. And now that I think of it (riots on the news) the only good thing to come out of Berkeley is Aaron Rogers.

Politics! For me it is back to the blues, Little Feat, and barley wine, Uinta XVII anniversary. That is pronounced like " Hey man, you inta the blues?" "You inta Bob Dylan?". Well if you're inta Dylan your inta the blues. How about his first album? Man I would love to have heard him do something with John Lee Hooker.

Speaking of Little Feat, politics, and the blues, do a youtube search for Apolitical (Yes we should all be. What if they had an election and nobody came)(you should hear that said by an Asian) An odd thing about hear. Ear is in Hear. Here Is in There. Japanese Soko is in Asoko. Mimi is ear, not sure what hear is in Japanese. But yes, Apolitical Blues by Little Feat featuring the sweetest slide player to come out of England,(possibly out of the universe) Mick Taylor.

Atral Walks

If you ever have the opportunity to take a walk out in the desert, mountains, woods, or on the beach, download Van Morrisons Astral Weeks onto your MP3 player and see things in a more mystical light.Happiness courses through your veins. The rest of the world, mans world, disappears. It is moments like this that would convert Darwin to creationism. All the senses come to life. The concept of evolution becomes not an argument of nature but a reality of mans buildings, cars, electrical lines and smog. This, our, evolutions pinnacle, creation! The thoughts, patterns, concepts are the missing link. Anyway, here are some more pictures of my backyard. (Click on a picture to see it and the other photos larger and in a slide format)





















Two Worlds Collide

Just a few more; An Early Autumn Snow/Head In The Clouds

I only have titles for two/three of these. Linear continuity 1 & 2, and Life On Mars. If you click on the photos they will enlarge for your viewing pleasure.

Volkswagen: Was Ist Los?

I don't know if you have seen one of the new commercials from Volkswagen but it is highly disturbing. So much so that I don't even know what model the ad is for. It shows two guys going on a road trip. Instead of listening to music they pop in a language cd. I'm fine with that. after a thirteen hour drive they pull into a gas station, hop out of the car and begin to speak fluent...spanish? Ah that's right, the language of the great engineering country of Spain and the third world engineering juggernauts of the western hemisphere.

Well Volkswagen, in answer to the Was ist los question I say das ist schisse. Fire your ad agency and the people that approve such a campaign. Look to your roots. German is the language of top notch engineering. In fact, were it not for German engineering the allies would never have defeated Germany in WWII. Hows that for irony.

Prost!

KINI SURU NA

I woke up all smiles today, and not that I tried, but I just couldn't stop smiling. Sometimes you just have to put all your worries aside. Hence the title KINI SURU NA, don't worry about it, in Japanese. I put on LITTLE FEAT WAITING FOR COLUMBUS and my slip slops, what most people with the exception of Samuel Schroeder (the toddler from previous post) refer to as flip flops. Today they were sailing shoes. So in order I call these photos STEPPIN' ON THE BOULEVARD, THE BUTTERFIELD BLUES BAND SELLS OUT, I WISH I WERE IN DIXIE (this area is referred to as Dixie/the south of UT) MORE THAN A KODAK MOMENT, THIS IS HALLMARK, FARMERS MARKET BLUE/GRASS AND SUNSHINE, WHAT IF THEY HAD AN ENLISTMENT AND NOBODY CAME? (please, no don't ask don't tell jokes), THE CIRCUS IS ALWAYS IN TOWN, VINTAGE AMERICANA.

Is it just me or does this guy look like a slimmed down Steve Reynolds? I'll tell you all about him at a later date. For starters he sure could cook up some seriously nasty ribs