Folks,
Something a bit off the charts, but a bit that I needed to share. This came from an blessed interchange with a lady that I have never met, will likely never meet in the flesh, but does pretty well get to my heart. Thus I try to speak to her own and my own heart. Here is my note to her, with a few emendations.
S
I spent a solid four decades as a stone drunk and true professional able to handle any substance thrown at me, or that I eagerly sought out. All the while, I functioned high and made a good living, living high.
All that came to halt about a decade ago. That had to happen along the path, and I'm actually grateful for that turn. I'm also grateful to notice a few other things.
There are folks more hard up than me. If you are inclined to pray, include Colleen, Sherri, Sonny, Bongo, Free, and my long suffering Mom in those heavenward offers. Hey, throw those offers any and everywhere! I am not a religious sort, but I have noticed that prayer does not hurt anything.
I also lately noticed that things take surprising turns in Human terms. Now and again, we meet a good heart who is a real friend. That is nourishment for the soul, and you know who I'm talking about.
Then there are these strange swirls in the tides in the stream. Nothin' much turns out the way that it seems to tend. I look over my shoulder and see the shadow of a millionaire. I look ahead and can see good reason for despair.
Whatever. I'm about to step into another puddle, maybe a pond, maybe an ocean… but if I make my connection, I know that I'll go toward good friends, and I do know how to swim.
With Love,
S
Thoughts on whatever as time goes by. Tech stuff, Political Satire, DIY Philosophy, Garage Quantum Mechanics, Music, Whatever. Just a place for friends to stretch out their minds together.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Things start thinking, and disappear…
Folks,
Some centuries ago, people were thinking about machines that might think. About sixty years ago, they started building prototypes. Vannevar Bush nicely spelled out the basic scheme. Then a few years later, Richard Feynman and a few other cats got thinking about building machines based on the principles that we observe in nature creating, well, us and everything else.
We seem to be on the cusp of this possibility becoming real.
S
Some centuries ago, people were thinking about machines that might think. About sixty years ago, they started building prototypes. Vannevar Bush nicely spelled out the basic scheme. Then a few years later, Richard Feynman and a few other cats got thinking about building machines based on the principles that we observe in nature creating, well, us and everything else.
We seem to be on the cusp of this possibility becoming real.
S
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Fine Notions…
Folks,
Here's a link to a geeky meditation on the astronomy of our local neighborhood.
Look to the Heavens!
S
Here's a link to a geeky meditation on the astronomy of our local neighborhood.
Look to the Heavens!
S

Monday, February 7, 2011
Drums!
Folks,
Here it is. It is dirty and real. It is noisy and takes a good long while, as real good lovin' should. This rendition of our old fave is ripped to pieces on sacred skins stretched across drums. It is shouted from the horse throat of a loving maniac. A kid makes a noise like cathedral bells clanging, and a young old man weaves with silver out of the thin air. Some geek who should be playing trombone is tossing gobs of paisley thunder from his bass. Totally ridiculous stuff. This is MUSIC.
Good Lovin', with Pig and Big Drumz!
S
Here it is. It is dirty and real. It is noisy and takes a good long while, as real good lovin' should. This rendition of our old fave is ripped to pieces on sacred skins stretched across drums. It is shouted from the horse throat of a loving maniac. A kid makes a noise like cathedral bells clanging, and a young old man weaves with silver out of the thin air. Some geek who should be playing trombone is tossing gobs of paisley thunder from his bass. Totally ridiculous stuff. This is MUSIC.
Good Lovin', with Pig and Big Drumz!
S
Grim?
Folks,
I was in a rather foul mood when I composed this ditty.
S
I was in a rather foul mood when I composed this ditty.
S
A Bough on the Burying Ground © Solomon 2003/2011
I can’t help you right now
I can’t show you the way
won’t worry ‘bout your troubles
if you stay out’a mine
I could tell you right now
I’ll spell out the story
but that would worry both our dreams
just the way they make you cry
No rest for the wicked
no rest for the brave
no rest but in death
play the pipes on the burying ground
throw a bough of ivy on the grave
I know where to find you
y’know where to find me too
we won’t worry ‘bout your troubles
stay well away from mine
No rest for the wicked
no rest for the brave
no rest but in death
play the pipes on the burying ground
throw a bough of roses on the grave
The Story of Man
Folks,
Another lyrical ditty…
Another lyrical ditty…
The Story of Man © Solomon 2006/2011
Byron, Shelley, Machine Gun Kelley
Dirty Harry and Switchblade Mary
Little Richard and Richard Nixon
It’s the Story of Man
It’s all in the Plan
It’s the story of Man
Rangeroo Roo and The Professor Foo
Doctor Strange and the Citizen Kane
The Man in Black and Jumpin’ Jack Flash
It’s the Story of Man
It’s all in the Plan
It’s the story of Man
Mao Tse Tung and Mahatma Ghandi
The Shah of Iran and Charlie Chan
April Sunshine and the Starry Band
It’s the Story of Man
It’s all in the Plan
It’s the story of Man
Buddha, Bozo, Elvis, all of us
It’s the Story of Man
It’s all in the Plan
It’s the story of Man
Galileo, Copernicus, us
It’s the Story of Man
It’s all in the Plan
It’s the story of Man
Mother Teresa, Old Garcia
It’s the Story of Man
It’s all in the Plan
It’s the story of Man
Isis, Osiris, CANNONBALL STEVENS, and the rest of us
It’s the Story of Man
It’s all in the Plan
It’s the story of Man
Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, and the rest of us
It’s the Story of Man
It’s all in the Plan
It’s the story of Man
It’s all in the Plan
It’s the Story of Man…
Sunday, February 6, 2011
A Fine Rendition of an Old Favorite…
Well, folks…
Here is a performance that rains down gobs of paisley pudding from a very old, quite simple tune and verses built on common notions that everyone of us has felt. The drummers are, however, unsparing in hammering to the heart of the matter. Lesh bounces his melodic bass along with the Eight Limbed Rhythm Devil as Garcia bangs his his knuckles on the cosmic trampoline. Weir and Brent ring their bells and make the strings and keys shriek to high heaven. The entire crew lends their crappy voices to the choir.
This is a rare, concise bit of what this bunch could show our own hearts, and thus provoke our emotions in kindred spirit and sympathy.
Cold Rain and Snow
S
Here is a performance that rains down gobs of paisley pudding from a very old, quite simple tune and verses built on common notions that everyone of us has felt. The drummers are, however, unsparing in hammering to the heart of the matter. Lesh bounces his melodic bass along with the Eight Limbed Rhythm Devil as Garcia bangs his his knuckles on the cosmic trampoline. Weir and Brent ring their bells and make the strings and keys shriek to high heaven. The entire crew lends their crappy voices to the choir.
This is a rare, concise bit of what this bunch could show our own hearts, and thus provoke our emotions in kindred spirit and sympathy.
Cold Rain and Snow
S
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