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)