It`s been raining here since 5:00 AM.
I love it.
We are not up to our daily requirement allotment of water so it`s great.
It`s also cool since I can stay home & not visit my projects for a few days.
I do need the rest since I have a horrible cough.
I failed to use a dust mask for a few minutes last week while showing some of my workers how I wanted something done.
And before anyone blasts off on me, yes they had masks.
Anyway here are some "Head Shots" like my Head Cold.
And then we danced! The early 80s had a lot of entertaining music and these tunes are the kinds of things I was listening to. We'd moved to San Francisco and frequented a club called Echo Beach. These tunes seem like the modern era, thanks to MTV. I didn't get a deja vu feeling exactly, while I was putting this together, but the memories are stronger than any of the previous weeks.
Friday again, & time to try & thrill you with a bunch of stuff I shoot.
Nothing is sacred to me, I shoot everything & anything.
This first one I shot, fearing I wouldn`t get home in time to honor my personal little project of shooting every sunset of January.
It`s shot from the truck just before turning onto Point Dume, where I live.
Flag knows that spot.
BTW, I did make it home a few minutes later in time to shoot a few more.
HOME TURN
You saw the list yesterday, the one with Barry Manilow, the Captain and Tennille, Olivia Newton-Fig, the Carpenters and so on. Today's stroll will not include any of them, due to my insistence that I have to like something to post it!
1975 was, in retrospect, the last year of the 60s in music. Heavily influenced by what had come before, often performed by the same people. Soon it would be all disco, punk, new wave.
(pf on fire!!! In what respect, Charlie? - promoted by nocatz)
This is a love story. It is about those heady days of falling madly in love with the tall, red-headed, and truly noble George Washington and how he gave me this wonderful gift: love of my country and love of the principles upon which it was built.
Those few days of reading Washington: The Indispensable Man by James Thomas Flexner are days that changed my life and imbued in me a love of country I never even considered before. I finally read the Constitution and fell in love with it and what Washington made of it... leaving me with this urge not to interpret the document as much as save it from those lofty yet dusty and half-remembered places where ideals are kept. And to get others to read, consider it, and how Washington changed the world . . .
Breach time with me below the fold (and ladies, hold onto your hearts).
Ok, so I'm skipping ahead a little but I got on a train of thought which led me to my own short-lived career. When 1975 rolled around I found myself in Los Angeles. Shaharazade and I had been in a small town on the Oregon coast and I had to go. I had ambition! We moved to San Francisco but I soon found that SF wasn't the place. I had to go to Hollywood.
It'll get better, in time. Just give it time. All it takes is time. We'll get over it... in time.
Ahhhhhhh... the magic of elapsing, collapsing time. Whatever "it" is, it'll fade away. At some point, it'll be gone. The pain. The burden. The memory. The obligation. At some point in time, it'll be somebody else's problem . . .
Well, far as I can tell, time hasn't stopped our collective problems from becoming more untenable. Bigger. Stronger. Holy flaming underwear, Batman. What the fuck do we do now?
A commenter in an article by Mark Mardell at BBC stated the following, regarding the withering fire that President Obama has been taking from former VP Dick Cheney concerning the President's supposed lack of being frightened enough by the terrorists. You know, the terrorists that seem to have caused Mr. Cheney to start wearing Depends in case of emergency:
A democracy is strong when terrorism does not change it, is strong when people go on with their lives whatever it takes, is strong when people look at the faces of the terrorist and say "You can scare me, you can even kill me, but you won't scare my country, my history, my democracy. And my sons will live in the same country I lived, with the same conditions, no matter whether you are around or not."
Mr. Obama is the real strength of the USA. Mr Cheney is only a shaking coward.
While America was entertained or tormented by disco, England was going through an odd phase, where hippies and makeup combined to create the Glam Rock scene. Satin was in. Nuttiness was in. It eventually played itself out by becoming too bubble-gummy. The goofball outfits of Slade and the pop of The Sweet
led to the nice, safe, calculated Bay City Rollers. But for awhile it was a lot of fun.
Here`s hoping all gates & doors open up for you, to new opportunities & health.
I shall though, start with a door to the past which should be reopened to clean up the mess inside.
STATE OF THE UNION
My friend painted his garage door right after 911
It was a perfect banner of solidarity, now it`s in tatters.
So the Beatles broke up and things got confusing. The Rolling Stones, for example, no longer had an example to catch up with. Thanks to The Band's rusticana (is that a word?), the Beatles getting back, Dylan's catching rainbow trout being what it must be all about, and hippies in droves leaving the cities to become country dwellers, rock 'n roll was getting soft.
x-posted from GOS (which presumably makes it an ex post facto)
I haven't written here for a couple years, but, what the hell. All this kerfuffle about Jane Hamsher is too amusing to pass up.
What is it, folks? We're talking here about one of the premiere "progressive" voices in the media, who has received plaudits from practically everyone on the Left at one time or another.
And now she's crazy? Crazy like the proverbial fox, maybe. You see, Jane, far as I can tell, doesn't much give a shit what you all, or anybody else, thinks of her: something about having a potentially terminal disease does that to you (I know). She's also a good bit smarter than you all are, at least on average, and she's a strategic thinker, of that there has been ample evidence.
