Annual Christmas Cards
This is a compilation of the Christmas cards I created starting in 1992.
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After I had been back in the real world for abut 6 years I realized that there was a disconnect between Buckwheat Bob of the bush and Bob Harrison, Programmer/Analyst. I knew that my bush friends were wondering what I was up to in the city, and wondering if they had captured me and taken away all my toys. My new acquaintances knew very little about Buckwheat Bob and my old way of life. I decided to put out a Christmas news letter, but a bit different from the normal missive. The first came out in 1992 and they are still coming except for a couple of years that got lost. They seem to be quite popular and I hear words said about me lick curmudgeon, but I don't know what that means so I ignore it. Hope you enjoy. |
Well, here it is, 1992 and I guess
it's time to bite the bullet. I really dislike the idea of newsletters, but I
also hate to write letters, so there it is. This will ramble a bit in all
probability, and hopefully there will be something for everyone.
kinda funny how things
happen. I ended up back in
It seems to me that the
major product of cities is noise. I wonder why that is. People here seem to be
in love with leaf blowers. People who own leaf blowers. Everyone else hates them
with a passion. There are a lot of other noise makers also, like jackhammers and
hydraulic dumpster shakers, but leaf blowers seem to have special mystical
powers for some people, so I'm walking to work on a beautiful spring day and I
walk the gauntlet of leaf blowers for over half a mile, them blowing dirt in my
face and blowing the leaves...somewhere. Out into the street. From whence I
suppose they are recycled back into the system. I don't know. But they are off
the lawns and sidewalks and that is all that's really important. This
aggravation is probably good for me. When I get to work I am ready to take
someone's head off. Perfect attitude for work.
The thing gets most exciting after a big storm. You go out walking and
here are a squad of people pointing the blowers at leaves which wouldn't come up
unless you got them with a scoop shovel. They're under about an inch of water.
Lately the situation seems to be getting worse. The other day we had a huge
storm and they brought out the really big guns. There were about four leaf
blowers and a self-propelled blower with a guy riding it. They weren't making
much headway. As an afterthought they had sent out a couple of guys with rakes,
the first manual tools I have seen since I've been here. The guys didn't seem to
know what to do with them. None of this technology seemed to be doing much good.
OK. Get serious. Most of my family live in the area. My parents are both
in their 80's and I am the only family living near, so it is now family time. My
daughter and grandsons also live near. Becky is a single parent, running a day
care center and going to school in her spare time. She is doing very well,
getting straight A's and working out like a fiend. Makes me tired just watching
her, but we are all proud of her accomplishments. Jake, the older boy is into
computers and intellectual stuff and Isaiah, his brother, is into bruises and
abrasions. It will be interesting to watch them grow up.
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To live life boldly like it's never been lived before
As
some of you know my mother died this last spring
at age 87. I took care of her when I could, and the
family were all there at home when she died. I have been spending most of my
spare time with my father since then. He is going on 92 and doing well all
things considered.
My
daughter, Becky graduated from
Well, lets see what I can find to bitch
about this year. Work is getting
crazier. We are now doing some video
production, adding computer generated graphics and animation to the video.
This on top of the graphics,
desktop publishing and multimedia. Hell of a thing for
a semi-retired bush whacker. I have
four people filling three positions,
one a student assistant, working
for me (theoretically). Like herding
cats. The good part is that I'm
counting the time till retirement. Three and a half more years and holding.
Then I can get back to life. Ah,
life. I don't have a TV, but I
watch some, of course. This season if I don't get cuted to death by
the commercials, I don't know. Politics is getting more bizarre all the time.
The only thing I can figure about
Newt Gingrich is someone is messing with his Prozac.
It seems from the commercials I've absorbed lately that the feminine role
model for the rest of the century
is somewhere between Hotlips Hoolihan and Murphy
Brown. I can't wait.
The
weather all this fall has been very nice. Nice
walk to work in the morning. Cool, not cold. Leaves...Leaf
blowers.. .God I love the city! Contrary to
popular opinion leaves are not the cause of leaf blowers.
There is no symbiotic relationship. Leaf blowers
are very happy to blow water or dirt if there are no leaves around. Well,
enough of that.
Sign
of the times. I heard a radio interview with a
guy who has written a book called (I think) 'To live life boldly like it's
never been lived before'. Evidently he
examines the personalities of the Star Trek cast to show
us how to live our lives better by emulating them. Although
I'm not sure, I think he was serious. I heard that
life imitates art, but I think in the '90's its been downgraded
to imitating schlock.
Well,
I guess that's about all from here. They still
haven't cornered me after ten years so there is hope
I will make it back to civilization nearly whole. Once again I want to thank
you for being who you are, and
making an ever meaner world just a little warmer.
There is a people called Mericans? he asked.
There is.
They say they have visited the moon.
They Have.
They are blasphemers.
-Marabout
Djinguereber Mosque
From 'Songlines' by Bruce Chatwin (highly recommended)
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The Frontier Trio, circa 1980, Sweethome OR. Members were Buckwheat Bob Harrison, Tim Myers, who drew the picture , and Frog Austin on bass. The Trio held forth every Wednesday night at the Frontier Restaurant under the patronage of Aunt Bon(nie). The Pay was by collection and the local kids were Pretty good at filling the kitty. The Frontier Trio were known primarily for the fact that they had never had a practice or rehearsal, but all had a good time. |
Unfortunately (or fortunately) I seem to have lost the rap for 1995 so you will be mercifully spared the ordeal of having to read it. On to next year.
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The
picture on the left is of my dad and I, taken at the Oroville golf
course in 1995. The picture was taken by a coach at |
Life In Cyberspace
Well, lets see what there is
to discuss this year. It's still the city, outside I can hear the languorous
melody of a leaf blower going at it. Did I ever tell you about leaf blowers? I
guess so. Anyway, as far as family stuff, things are going:
My dad will
turn 93 on December 25, he is probably tired of saying "whose birthday did
you think you were celebrating all these years?"
I spend most of my weekends with him. We watch a lot of football during
the fall. He was an extremely successful coach and athletic director during his
working years. Becky, my
daughter, has been a stock broker for PaineWebber
brokerage house, or whatever they are, and doing very well. We are all
very proud of her, and I'm sure there are worse things than having a kid who's a
stockbroker.
Of course, now
along with Desktop Publishing, Graphics, Image Processing, Multimedia and video
production, we, like everyone else, are heavily involved with the Internet. We
have been involved with the California Senate, Assembly, Legislative Counsel,
Little Hoover Commission, Bureau of State Audits and now we are setting up an
Intranet for our own organizational use, and I am involved in trying to get
Computer Based Training streaming video and multimedia over the Net. I really
need this. I'm going to be sixty years old in May, and I'm looking to get out of
this before I go completely insane.
This cyberspace
stuff has gotten a bit out of hand. I mean, there are a lot of people out there
who think that sending an electronic stream down a wire and routing it to
different places constitutes a different spatial dimension, ergo Cyberspace.
There are somehow different laws governing this space, that it actually occupies
a space somewhere, and that we are all going to completed and repleted when it
is finally a done deal.
Of course we're
not there yet. But you can now chat with other people and have your words voiced
by a simple animated creature instead of just reading or listening to words.
This is progress. But by and large it is not children who are doing this, but
adults. I hope that these people are of the
dreaded X generation and not ... gasp ... baby boomers. I hope we haven't traded
God's creations and inner spiritual space, care for all things tangible and
intangible for electrons flowing down a wire. To me it is an electronic Tower
of
So I repeat my
mantra, I love the city, I love
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If the phone don't ring
you'll know it's me.
If you live outside the law
you must be honest.
Don't hate nothin' at all
exceptin' hatred.
Anyone who disagrees with
me is either an ite, an er, an ist, or an ic.
Even moderation should be
practiced to moderation.
Where there's a will
there's a won't.
If all else fails, whine.
I believe in Democracy as
long as I get my way.
Emily: If there were a lion
in the house, would you protect me?
Charlie: Yes, I'd protect
you, but I would alway wonder what a lion was doing in the house.
To be positive is to be
mistaken at the top of one's voice.
Education is that which
discloses to the wise and hides from the foolish their lack of
understanding.
If I knew the way, then I
would take you home.
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Remembrance
of the Future
Well,
I guess all things considered this year has probably been a keeper. When you
reach sixty and can still count all of your fingers and toes, you should feel
lucky. I’m still learning about aging. The psychological changes that I have
noticed as I have aged are:
1.
You know you are getting older when the sportscasters of today
don’t even know how to pronounce the names of the sports heroes of your youth.
2.
The society of today comes to more and more resemble the negative utopias
of the Science Fiction of your youth.
3.
The movers and shakers of society don’t deny that society has ever had
different ideas about social and economic matters. They can’t deny it because
they are not even aware of it. I think they were all out behind the gym smoking
dope when these things were pointed out in class. I’m so old that I remember
when the Government thought the airwaves were public trusts and, broadcasters
should be regulated. One case in point is that I remember when it was illegal to
air more than two consecutive commercials. How’s that for old?
WWII
proscribed my formative years. There was terrible shock following the war. The
carnage and destruction were almost unbelievable. Twenty million Russians dead.
Twenty million Germans dead and I have not idea of the total. It was not only
the death, but the manner of those deaths which increased the consternation.
Movietone news marching across the screen. Villages reduced to complete rubble.
No structure standing higher than six feet. The opening of concentration camps.
Especially in Europe, but also in
Golly things are getting uptight and mean in this country. It seems that
everyone who can find any validity to minorityhood is whining up a storm. The
blacks, gays, Latinos, Orientals, Indians, even women, who happen to be in the
majority for Gods’s sake. I don’t know how they’re pulling it off, but if
there was ever any question about whether men are smarter than women, this
should put the question to rest. I’ve been thinking that maybe I should get in
on the game. I thought about maybe starting up the dumb minority, but I’m
afraid they might make me run for office. I also thought about the severely
psychologically challenged (crazy) but, what with the Unibomber and other wackos
in the news these days I think it’s best to keep a low profile.
My daughter Becky seems to running a slam-dunk on Wall Street as far as I can
tell. I don’t pry into her personal finances.
I guess she’d doing OK, which is also OK by me. Maybe later on she’ll
be able to help me live in they style I might like to become accustomed to. At
work things haven’t changed too much. I guess we’re doing OK as far as
quality of work is concerned, but we’re the most underachieving group this
side of the Oakland Raiders (for the football buffs). We have a new manager, and
with any luck she will actually be interested in what my unit is doing. Well,
hope springs eternal they say.
As some of you know I took my vacation in
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Oh me, Oh my
Well, after a day
at work it can be a little difficult to be whimsical. I will, however, try. I
have been reading some of Robertson Davies’ speeches, and that might help.
Let’s see. What year is it? Oh, yes. 1998. Almost 1999. I can’t believe it.
Speaking of Davies, he told about some of the real weird stuff that happened
approaching the last millenium too. Maybe there is hope for this one.
I hear that if the Government doesn’t lighten up on Bill Gates he’s
going to mount a hostile takeover. I don’t think he really wants to do that
though, it would put a pretty big dent in his cash flow situation. From the way
the geeks worship him and this technology stuff I think of “Brave New
World.” Too bad Huxley isn’t here to do an update. I think he would expunge
Henry Ford and insert Bill Gates. Trouble is, Bill is still alive, but who am I
to ruin a good story. It’s only futuristic fiction anyway, isn’t it? Isn’t
it?
I was somewhat amused to see Kurt Vonnegut selling the “credit card
that pays you back” on TV. I guess the book business hasn’t been doing so
well. They tell us to buy a lot so we will get a lot back. Sort of economic
perpetual motion. Actually, people have been pushing this kind of stuff for a
long time, but it used to be they would end up in jail. I guess this is
progress.
Haven’t been following Monicagate much, but I did see that she is
making almost $3 million from two TV shows. Man did she score. Better than
Publisher’s Clearinghouse and you get laid too. I was born at the wrong time.
I don’t know, though, I don’t see Bill getting a whole lot of good out of
the situation. Everything is show biz these days.
OK enough of the warm-up. The family seems to be doing ok, my Dad will be
95 in three weeks. He is hobbling more all the time but still getting around
with his cane. I notice he has his walker out. I don’t think he uses it, but
he probably wants to get used to the idea that he may need it one of these days.
My daughter Becky is doing well in the stock market dodge and seems to be
weathering the financial turmoil pretty well. It can be pretty hard the first
time a lot of clients start losing some serious money. My life is not too
exciting. I hit 5 green lights in a row last week and felt like I hit the
lottery. On Friday nights I drink beer and watch sports on TV with some buddies.
Oh, the good life. But. If the good
fortune that I have had so much of all my life stays with me I will soon have a
life change. If it all works out I will be able to retire in May or June. I know
it’s wrong to live for the future, but this techie trip is just about played
out. People ask me what my retirement plans are, and I say that my plans end at
the
I have learned
quite a bit during the last 13 years. I know technology like few people do. So
what? I still have my Graphics, Desktop Publishing, Video unit working with a
staff that is largely dysfunctional and maybe psychopathic. My management has
pretty much washed their collective hands of the situation, so I have also.
I guess everyone knows about the
Internet by now. It’s a totally different animal than computing and
communication that has come before. The thing that has made it so popular is
that it is generally based on open standards, which means, among other things,
that it is free. It is also very basic. So everyone is adding all this
sophistication on top of a very questionable structure. Concepts and products
appear at an alarming rate even for the technology dodge. I took a look under
the hood so to speak and said to myself “self, we are getting close to the end
of this gig and we are just not going to get involved in this shit, no way.” I
am being acronymned to death. I have nothing against them. They each describe huge
concepts, and without them technology as we know it could not exist. Humm,
there’s a concept. The problem is that there are so many of them that they are
starting to double up. Does ATM mean
Automated Teller Machine, or does it mean Asynchronous Transfer Mode? Nobody knows. The
hell with it. Ha. I mean, they have the Intranet, which includes the World Wide
Web plus some other stuff like FTP, GOPHER, etc., then you have Intranets,
enterprise/company wide Internets with barbed wire and guard dogs to keep
unwashed intruders out. Then we have extranets, which I think are Intranets but
they have some holes in the fence for businesses in the Fortune 500 who might be
induced to dump some of their ill-gotten cash on the host organization.
Anyway, my boss calls me in and
says, “you know we have an Intranet?” I said “yes.” She said something
like “nothing much is happening with it, so we’re going to take it over. We
means you (me). So do it and don’t bug me.”
I may not have quoted her exactly, but I was aware that I had become
enmeshed in Brenda’s web. They want to turn the Intranet into a viable
management and business tool for the
Love
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That
Old Millennium Feeling
I
am not going to begin this by making comments about the new millennium. I have
been told by people that’s been to college that a millennium cannot start on
the year zero and I will never argue with someone that’s been to College. I
actually have been to College, but that was in engineering and I’ve been told
that doesn’t count. What’s worse is that a century can’t even start on the
year zero. So not only can we not discuss the new millennium, we can’t even
talk about a new century. Bummer. Just wait until next year. However, I must say
that if I had to bet between a bunch of people that’s been to college and a
bunch of people who control the world media, you know who my money will be on.
The way I got it figured, the third millennium will not start until the year
2100. I know NBC will not stand for that.
So
lessee what I can think up to bitch about this year. It’s going to be to be
hard to figure out where to start. Maybe I should start today. I went to Toysrus
to get stuff for the grandkids and guess what. On December 6 they are out of
Color Gameboys. What is up with that? So much for the benefits of IT controlled
commerce. Anyone who doesn’t know what I’m talking about with E-Commerce or
Color Gameboys is lucky indeed. So I said to myself, ah ha. I’m tech and I
have access to the Internet. I pull up ToysRus page, follow the links to Gameboy
Consol and click on the link. The link is invalid. I search for Color Gameboy
and it can’t find it. So much for tech. So I went out and bought one at
Wallmart.
However,
I did learn something awesome on the home page of the ToysRus site. The first
and most prominent ad on the page was for a device that looks a little like a
flashlight, with a lollipop stuck in it, named Soundbites Pop Radio, and
what it does is “…
Put a lollipop in the top and hear real FM radio inside your head!…”.
Oh boy. Your little darlings suck on a lollypop and have grunge rattling around
in their heads. What is with that? If I ever needed proof of the awful waste
that the residual effects of the devil’s second most deadly drug (second to
marijuana), namely LSD,
has
inflicted on Corporate America this has got to be it.
As
of September first I have been officially retired. I am now living in Oroville
near my dad, who is doing well. I am actually living about 100’ from my dad in
a seniors’ mobile home park. Can you believe this? We have some great times in
the park. So
I am retired. My ambitions cover computer digital recording, mastering midi to
use with recording, developing great chops on the guitar and writing my life
story along with philosophical treatises along with tie-ins with Astrophysics
and quantum mechanics. Obviously I am exhausted just thinking about it. I
discovered the basis of the saying that you “can’t teach an old dog new
tricks”. An old dog is actually marginally capable of learning new tricks, but
he remembers how hard it was to learn the old tricks and says screw it.
I
enjoyed much of the work I was doing, but I am certainly happy not to have to
deal with my malcontents anymore, and quite honestly I was having trouble
assimilating new technical information, so I was ready to leave. Very, very,
very ready. I did find out one disturbing thing, however. I found out that after
retirement I am still the same person. Rats.
I’ve joined the Butte Folk Music Society, showed up to the first meeting, said
that I would assist with their website, which is not current, and
try to help keep the info current. I walked away having been appointed
webmaster. Oh, me. There is no end to the indignity. I suspected something like
this might happen.
Of
course I went North of the border again this year and had a wonderful time as
usual. Had another grand occasion. My musician friends in
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Grey
Owl (Picture on the front of the card) Born
Archibald Belaney 1888, in |
given the
name Wa-Sha-Quon-Asin or Grey Owl. He was
wounded in WWI. Although destitute, in 1928 he and his wife Anahareo quit trapping and he began to give lectures on the Canadian Wild, the Indian lifestyle and wilderness preservation. He wrote several books about the North and conservation and was almost single-handed in saving the beaver from extinction. He made two tours of |
Annual Rap
Well, it's another year. How about that? We are heading into the second (or maybe the first) year of the
Millennium. Thank God for spell checkers. I never spell that word right. Maybe
it’s because you only use it every 1000 years. I don’t know. It has been a
weird year, as I guess you know. The Rams won the Super Bowl, now that’s a
millennial affair. The race for the presidency may or may not be decided in the
U.S. Congress. It looks like the next president will have a record of drug
addiction, alcohol addiction, major league womanizing, and a Republican. And the
Republicans don’t seem to have a problem with that. I know I have lived too
long. I don’t even recognize Republicans anymore oh, they’re still
sanctimonious as hell. That hasn’t changed. Maybe the way it works is that
2001 is the first year, and 2000 is sort of a lame duck year. Kind of a wrinkle
in time just stuck in there to get from the 19’s to the 20’s and that after
Jan. 1 everything will straighten out and everything will be normal. And maybe
pigs are going to start flying. At least the politics of the next several years
will be entertaining. Figured it out. The Green party wanted to make a
statement. They only state that their vote affected was
Retirement is not exactly as I had envisioned. This last year I made a one-week
and a 10-day trip away from Oroville and the rest of the time I’ve been pretty
much here.There is stuff that has to be done every day and I know how to do it
best. I am going to try to get away more often in the future. I manage to keep
my craziness pretty well hidden here. I have had lots of practice with that over
the last few years, but I thought after I retired it would work out differently.
Anyway, my dad is doing very well considering. He still gets out occasionally
using a walker. We have had a couple of health crises over the last year,
compression fractures in the back and a relapse of pain after that, then he had
a cataract operation that got infected and we had some anxious moments there,
with lightning trips to a specialists in Sacramento, etc. No fun. But now things
seem to be pretty stable. Becky is in remission with the Hep-C thing. I don’t
know if it is ever cured, but she back to being Ms Type-A and enjoying life and
family, although her immune system is still lacking a bit. We are all very
thankful.
The Folk Society web page is doing fairly well. It is not very creative,
but the good part is that I haven’t had to learn a bunch of new web
development stuff. I get together with the society folks occasionally for a jam,
but I haven’t done any performing since I’ve been here. I sing occasionally
with a couple of ladies for the old folks at the Chico Rehabilitation facility.
To let you know, I miss the
North and being with my tribe, but things are OK. I think of you often and hope
things are and will continue to be well. I appreciate you all.
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Two Buddies Bobbie
Harrison and Dynie (short for Dynamite) Martinelli age about 5. Picture
taken about 1942 at the old football/track stadium in Oroville, Ca. We
were tight buddies except when we were punching 0ne another out, which
was about half the time. Ah, youth.
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Confessions
of a Contrarian
I will start this with a disclaimer. I don’t like
disclaimers, but I don’t know how this is going to work out. I usually try to
be humorous with my annual rap, but I am not sure that it will work this time.
We shall see. Non-Americans will not understand much of this.
As I age I see trends in my life that were not apparent at earlier, much
like the view of the earth as seen from above rather than on the ground. Growing
up in Oroville
In High School I wrote an essay attacking McCarthy, and by that time I
understood that this could be embarrassing, but Joe was under attack by that
time from Edward R. Murrow and others, so it wasn’t as serious as it might
have been a couple of years before. I got a C- because Mrs. McBride didn’t
feel that passionate rhetoric should overshadow improper grammar. My College
roommate once told me that I was an ‘Opinionated Bastard’. He was wrong. I
have seen my birth certificate and I am not a bastard. In the early ‘60’s I
continued ticking my nose into things I shouldn’t have I and took up stands
against racial discrimination, the CIA generally and our involvements in Central
America and
The events since you know what
have seem to have had the same effect on American Democracy as the Reichstag
fire had on the Weimar Republic in Germany. It has also answered a couple of
questions that have been puzzling me for some time. I now understand what
Compassionate Conservatism is. I also now understand the New World Order. You
are either for us or we will bomb you into oblivion, provided you are not white
and have no technology more complicated than a camel. It’s nice to learn
stuff. It’s really wonderful, combining the personality and wit of Dick Cheney
with the sparkling intellect of George W. Bush. I’ll never be able to thank
the Greenies for this gift.
Barry Goldwater once said that a
society needs a single visible enemy to unify the people. Our new Compassionate
Conservatives have found or created one here and immediately used it to crush
opposition. As usual the dumb shit liberals don’t know what to do. Of course
the CC have captured all the media, so there is no forum for competing ideas.
CNN seems to be the official organ of the American Bund, issuing not five
minutes of hate but 24 hours of hate minus time for commercials for Laxatives,
hair restorer and sexual performance enhancers.
PBS and NPR are not too far behind. The far left are in a difficult
position. They are all for the destruction of the Taliban because among other
things they treat women bad. Since they have taken this position already they
can’t complain too much.
It would be interesting to
determine what different racial and ethnic lives are worth. One Israeli is worth
5 Palestinians on the open market, although they don’t always get that. This
number does not include those Palestinians who die because they can’t get past
the checkpoints for care, whose doctors aren’t allowed to travel to their
facilites or who die because of sanitation and drinking water problems. And of
course it would be wrong to ascribe this balance sheet to all Israelis, but it
works for the ones in power, in the government, military and secret police. I
wonder how many Moslems are going to have to pay for the deaths in
My daughter Becky is still in
remission on the hep-c thing and we are grateful for that. Her immune system is
still not up to snuff, probably because of the Chemo, so she has to try to stay
away from infection, which is hard to do when you have school kids. I’m starting to get something
that is probably arthritis in my left hand. I am doing stuff for it and hope
that the next stop is not the dobro or lap steel. I guess we all got to keep on
keeping on. Love you all and remember I’m pulling for ya. (anyone watch Red
Green on PBS?)
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The
Allen
and Sharie Farrell lived on the ocean and on the beaches of |
I
Got Nothin’ to Say
Well, here it is, another year
gone by and I can’t think of a thing to write about. Sorry about that. I’m
really proud of America for finally getting past all the bullshit and electing a
guy who has a vocabulary of around 100 words, about half of which he
mispronounces. Well done. So many rural southern republicans in congress I heard
they will have to take English as a second language before they can be seated. I
don’t know, that’s just what I heard. Maybe this election will be the final
folly of the baby boomer generation. Probably not. I’m beginning to think
there may actually have been some negative residual effects from all those
recreational drugs they took during the 60’s and 70’s. Perceptions change. I
think the boomers see the world is a TV sitcom, maybe a CNN newscast. If they
want political humor these days they dredge up Bill Clinton. They won’t mess
with this new bunch. No Way. Too dangerous. The world probably looks like a
computer game to the Gen X’ers and I can’t imagine how the next group will
see the world. I told you I didn’t have anything to say.
Speaking of God, a Christian
friend of mine indicated that the Bush talks to God every day. Humm. I think
that, since I’m an American and he is working? For us, he should let us in on
what their conversations are about. I mean, I don’t think they should be
classified, do you? I can just hear the conversation: Bush-What are we
going to do about them damn A-rabs. GOD-I don’t know, B, maybe we ought
to kill them. Bush-You wanna do it? GOD-No, I think I’ll let you
do it. It will be fun to watch…I don’t know. A lot of people who talk to God
end up in the rubber room. I don’t know if he’s talking Jesus or going over
his head directly to God. I have noticed that there is a difference. Seems like
the folks who talk to Jesus stand on street corners and yell their message so
loud that they drown out all other noise, which is an accomplishment these days,
telling you that you are rotten and going to hell unless you hear their message
and become as miserable as they are. Or they knock on your door early in the
morning when you are hung over and haven’t had your first cup of coffee,
telling you that you are rotten and handing out pamphlets. These folks can be a
little more convincing at this time of morning. However, the Christians do seem
to have our spiritual welfare somewhere in their agenda. The ones who speak
directly to God are usually into killing someone or groups of someones. God told
me to do it. Sounds like George is
talking to God, not Jesus. I have
not personally talked to God, as far as I know, not even when I was …
er heh heh, better not get into that. It seems to me that if you talk to
God you are on sort of a one to one basis. I have definitely felt the awesome
incomprehensible power, but I’ve never been on speaking terms. I don’t know
if any of this is true.
Actually,
I don’t think we actually have to invade Iraq. George may end up nagging
Saddam to death. He must think he has another mother-in-law. Nag, nag, nag,
threaten, threaten, threaten. Maybe that’s his hidden agenda. Saddam -
for God’s sake George, why don’t you just invade us and shut up! I can’t
stand it anymore. Humm, maybe this guy is smarter than I thought. In typical
fashion, by the time you get this we will have invaded Iraq and my joke (?) will
be ruined. Oh well. I read the other day that the
experts have decided that eating fish was not good for us. Seems that the fish
have absorbed our mercury pollution and are giving it back to us. If I ever
heard of an example of going around and coming around this is it. Of course in
white man fashion we are blaming the fish. Sort of sounds like our foreign
policy.
I took a long trip this fall.
Started at Marty the drummer’s 50th birthday party in Portland,
then a quick trip to Lasqueti Island, off to Quesnel in the Interior to visit my
friends Fienny Massop and J.R. Goodwin. Had a wonderful time jamming with JR.
Drove through the Canadian Rockies and down to visit my brother Dale and his
family in Colorado Springs. Off North West to spray Oregon to visit Bob Jones,
long time friend and wonderful musician, then back home after 5,000 miles in
time to see Willie Nelson in Sacramento. Humm, I guess things haven’t been too
bad.
I now own a mobile home in a
senior mobile home park. Don’t ever let anyone tell you God doesn’t have a
sense of humor. My daughter Becky and family are doing OK, but somewhat caught
in the stock market downdraft. Becky is a partner in a Taekwondo school in
Sacramento (Phillips Taekwondo) and grandson Isaiah (13) is a teaching assistant
and competing on the NASKA circuit. He will finish the year with 3 first places
nationally. He will probably enter the real competition (black belt) next year.
Then things will get tougher. We are very proud of him. He works very hard.
I’ve been working pretty hard on
my music. I’m mostly playing at the Chico Convalescent hospital. I’m finally
getting my music program down. Come to find out my core audience is either dead
or too old and sick to get out. Some days it just don’t pay to get up in the
morning.
I can’t deny that I have been
pretty disgusted and disturbed witnessing the implosion of our society. I have
one great advantage however, that keeps me on something of an even keel. I was
born during the depression and raised in a time when there were heroes. Some
were manufactured but many were real. I have known many men of integrity who
would sacrifice much to live up to their principles. My father was one such
individual. These people make life difficult for those who are intimately
involved with them. They force those around them to be a little bit better than
they thought they could be. I learned later in life that these heroes are not
supermen. They worry and fear and hate and feel aching loneliness the same as
you and me. They just refuse to give in to their negative energy. That is their
power. When I am depressed I gather thoughts of them around me and thank them
for sharing their courage with me. I also thank you, my friends, for always
caring and loving. It can get very lonely at times. This time of year gives me
the chance to reach out to you and tell you how much you mean to me and hope
that all good things happen for you in the coming year.
I
hope no one is offended by this graphic. Indeed when I first put it
together I didn’t feel too comfortable, but after reflection I decided
to complete it. It is not intended as a political statement, more of a
reality check. There is no reason to believe that the middle east is
either more or less violent now than it was 2000 years ago. To me this
is cause for reflection. The
picture on the front is me in the guise of Buckwheat Bob entertaining on
the main stage at the
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Satire is Out
Well, I just don’t know what to
say. I can’t even do satire anymore. No bush blasting in this letter. Much. I
have to use a quote from the London Independent which is a pretty good newspaper
‘…No man is ever quite as extreme as his caricature. But Bush comes closer
than most…’ Let that suffice. Our life is such a parody of itself. Hummm,
life do get complicated. Example. I was watching what I took to be a commercial
on TV. It was typical gratuitous violence and sex, exploding cars, sexy chicks
on motorcycles, car chases, people being thrown through plate glass windows.
What were they selling? I didn’t know. Drum roll
…and…the…winner…is…AOL. 9.0 optimized. See what I mean? All this stuff
to sell an Internet service. How do
you do a parody on that? It’s getting harder to be funny. I guess it’s the Age of Aquarius
now, the age of communication. Sheesh,
we’ve got communication. E-mail, I love it. Without E-mail I would be entirely
unaware of the fact that there are thousands of people out there who are
seriously concerned about my sex life. No kidding. I can add 3 inches to my
dick, an inch to the circumference and keep it up for a week and a half. I
really appreciate all the concern, but I have to feel that the standard issue
package I received at birth has managed to get me in sufficient trouble during
my lifetime; I don’t think I need any help. They want to sell me drugs too.
Whatever happened to street corners? (note: the above will probably make no
sense to those poor folks who have no knowledge of the Internet or E-mail)
I remember once while hitchhiking
somewhere in Southern Oregon I was picked up by a neat clean-cut gentleman. As I
climbed into the back seat of his car I noticed a bible lying next to him on the
front seat. I thought, “Oh boy, here it comes.” Actually I didn’t mind
associating with most Christians as long as they didn’t accost me on the
street, etc. Most who were willing to give ride to a scruffy hippie would
probably be interesting. Once when I was in my early 20’s I had a discussion
with a Christian pharmacist who wanted to know why I was purchasing an
over-the-counted tranquilizer instead of going to Jesus. Not a good marketing
person. We had a fairly long discussion about stuff at the end of which he said
that he thought I might be saved, although he inferred that it might have to be
through the back door.
On the other hand I used to work
with a devout catholic who told me that I was the sort of heathen that in more
enlightened times he could earn many indulgences for killing. Hell, I don’t
know. Anyway this guy who picked me up looks in the rear view mirror and says,
“What are you doing?” Well, that was a fair question and it made me think
for a minute trying to find the words that might make sense to him. I said,
“I’m seeking knowledge.” He thought about it for a few seconds, and then
he replied, “Well, I guess that’s a worthwhile endeavor.” I think I dodged
a bullet there. Later I thought I should have told him that my life was a search
for meaning. If I had said that at the time he probably would have grabbed up
the bible and I would have been in for it.
Over the years it seems to me that
my spirit has been taken over by an old Indian. This is not a consciousness that
struck me blind on my way to Damascus or anything like that; it (or my awareness
of it) emerged slowly. The older I get the values of Western Civilization mean
less and less to me. Maybe it’s all the mind-altering experiences on
mountaintops or whatever. Maybe these spiritual feelings are in all of us, we
just can’t uncover enough layers to get to it. I haven’t a clue. This is a
mixed blessing. While the rest of the world is becoming westernized I am moving
farther away. Rats. If I had to distill my philosophy at this point it would
have to be there is no free lunch. One of the justifications for the preference
of the internal combustion engine and automobiles was the crisis in New York
City at the turn of the century. What was the problem? Too much horseshit on the
streets. They didn’t know how to cope. Well, we sure took care of the
horseshit problem. I thought about this when I read the Amish are having the
same problems with their neighboring towns today.
It seems that the story Western
Civilization has been a history of trading meaning for stuff.
Everyone but a lunatic wants stuff. We used this awareness to good effect
in subjugating primitive cultures everywhere. The real question is not whether
people want stuff but rather what they are willing to pay. This is the point at
which stuff proponents become vague. Stuff consciousness has taken over so
greatly here in the States that we’ve even elected a dumb-shit….arrrgh,
we’re not going there. I promised. Possibly the last great battle
between stuff and meaning is being fought in the Middle East and the Moslem
world right now. How it will end, if it ever does, I don’t know. Anyway.
My past year has not been too
exciting. Continue being senior trailer trash. I am still involved with the
Butte Folk Music Society. I am retiring from the board this year but I will
continue to maintain the web site and put out the newsletter. I play some music,
mostly at the convalescent center as I have for the last several years. I’m
starting to do some recording. This requires learning more aspects of both music
and music technology than I really desire, but I’ll always have something to
bitch about. Done some traveling, mostly on the west coast. Made 2 trips to
Canada and had a great time as usual on Lasqueti Island but didn’t get to stay
long because my friend Mara has had some health problems and been in the
hospital a couple of times. She had some complications on complications to
surgery. I have spent a fair amount of time in Southern Oregon. There seems to
be a lot of music happening there these days and I have had a great time playing
with friends.
My little Type A daughter, Becky,
is spending most of her time on the Taekwando School and doing very well, seems
to have fully recovered from her health problems of several years ago. Her two
boys are doing well. Jake is entering his senior year in high school and is
thinking of joining the wrestling team again. Two years ago he was severely
injured and lost his spleen. Said he was through with wrestling for good but
seems to want to try again. I’m really proud of his resolve. I think that
painful an injury would have finished it for me. Isaiah is still committing
heavily to Taekwondo. He is still small for a fourteen year old but opted to
become a black belt anyway. He only competed about three times this year but he
placed sixth in weapons (bow staff) at one major tournament against the top
competitors in the U.S. Very excellent performance. He is a really hard worker.
We are, of course, very proud of him.
It’s hard to envision ‘good’
stuff happening in the near future (although I hope I am wrong) and that is why
my thoughts of you, our love and friendship make life more bearable. Help us all
be strong in this time of our history.
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The (Train) Light at the end of the tunnel
Well, I’m sorry to say that
I’m not enjoying the millennium too much so far. It’ll be a bit difficult
filling a page with funny stuff this year. I guess I’ll have to be seriously
downer. Sorry. I’ve been practicing the Nazi salute lately. Just in case. The
trouble is ‘Heil Bush’ just doesn’t make it. Bush? Heil
HIT-ler now, just the name will scare you. I think that’s the main problem. To get elected you have to have a masculine name with some hard consonants in it. Either that or a lot of money and a group of friends manifesting a huge fear factor that transcends having a wimpy name. Hitler was just right, 2 syllables, hard T. Kerry should have changed is name maybe. He has the hard K to begin the name but Kerry is just too wimpy. He should have changed his name to Hitler maybe. John Hitler. Just watch them Republicans run for their bunkers. Ha. Ordinarily the name Hitler wouldn’t be too popular among the electorate but things seem to be changing dramatically in the attitudes of this country. Who knows? Kerry could maybe change his name to Schwartzenagger. I mean that guy’s got enough hard consonants in his name for 3 - 4 heads of state. I remember Hitler. I didn’t know him personally, although my best buddy, now deceased, actually met him once. When I was a kid we used to stick a finger across the upper lip to simulate a mustache and give the Nazi salute and say “Heil Hitler.” I dunno, must have been funny at the time. When I was in elementary school the pledge to the flag included stretching the right arm toward the flag with the palm up, as opposed to the Nazi palm down position. They did away with this gesture. Must have thought it was too close to the Nazi salute. See how powerful symbols are? I warned you I wasn’t going to be funny this year. Bush seems to prove the truth of Hitler’s (or Goebbels’) statement “ Tell a big enough lie often enough and the people will believe it.” What’s the big lie he keeps telling?
“I know what I’m doing.”
This guy’s record is
unbelievable. Probability will tell you that it’s almost impossible to be
wrong 100% of the time, but over the last 4 years he has been wrong about
everything but how to get reelected. Hell, the U.S.A. Olympic basketball team
had a better record than that. And, he’s getting all this information from
God? I think we have a theological conundrum here. Is God feeding him bad
information? Why. Maybe someone in the CIA convinced Bush he was God. Nah, not
even the CIA is that bad. Maybe God just doesn’t like Bush. I can understand
that, but why is he dragging me down with that SOB? I didn’t have anything to
do with him. It’s almost as if Bin Laden had programmed his brain? I’ve got
an Art Bell moment here. What if an Al Qaida mole was substituting some of that
mind control stuff in GWB’s whiff? It would open up an astral channel that Bin
Ladin could use to talk to him. Hell, the mole could have been a time traveler
for all we know. So Bin Ladin gets this interpreter with a perfect Texas accent
and he opens up the Astral Channel. “Hello George, this is God.” Of course
Bush believes him. What other possible explanation could there be for wild
visions passing through his brain? So we’ll look in on a recent session. God -
“Well George, you have been doing very well. Your environmental record is
really impressive. You also did very well with the prisoner torture, sniping
women and children in the head in the streets of Fallouja. You’ve gotta show
those Sand Niggers who’s boss. Now your next assignment, if you chose to
accept it and I suggest that you do, is to dismantle Social Security then borrow
a trillion dollars from the public to make it up and invest it in Wall
Street.”….. “George, trust me. I’m God, did you forget that? …. No, I
am aware that a lot of this stuff looks crazy but there is a greater
truth, which you mortals could never understand, so you will do as you are told
and remember, George, I have not always treated my prophets well.”
Now I’m not saying that I
necessarily believe this theory, but I have tried many permutations of possible
theories to explain what is going on and this is hands down the best fit I’ve
come up with so far. I told you this wasn’t going to be funny.
My life is not too exciting here
in the retirement park. Actually, we’re starting to get some younger people
living here. I’m basically living alone. I have a long distance relationship
with Mara, of course we have been best friends (mostly) for almost 35 years now.
I’m living within 100 miles of my daughter Becky and her boys, but she moves
so fast in such tight circles that it’s hard to adjust. Her boys 15 and 18 are
both doing very well. It is a very admirable family. Isaiah is competing in the
black belt 15 to 17 year old categories on the NASKA tour and placing well. He
also does some teaching at the Tae Kwando School of which Becky is half owner.
She is also opening a spiffy Women’s Accessories shop in one of Sacramento’s
biggest malls. They’re opening the first week in December. My grandson Jake is
a senior in high school and just got a new girlfriend and got a job at a
Computer game store. Life doesn’t get any better than that. I have to find a
way to let him know that things don’t always go this smoothly. Oh, well. I’m
off the board of directors for the Folk Music Society, but I still have the
website and newsletter. I think I screwed the pooch when I took on the website.
In my defense I didn’t want to, it just had to be done. But I’m really stuck
in the tar baby now. Most of the folkies are total technological duds and
can’t or won’t help me out so here I am.
Otherwise
I have been doing a lot of music over the past year. I’ve been performing at
least twice a week for 9 months or so. I am involved with a sort of band called
“The Wild Mountaineers String Band.” We had a good run last summer. We
played 2 weekends at the Paradise Museum as part of a Smithsonian exhibit. From
that we got four gigs for trail riding events, made some pretty good money but
all three of use live on a equilateral triangle 20 miles on a side so practicing
is difficult. I am also doing some gigs with a friend named Laurel who plays and
sings well. I was sponsoring an open mike at a cowboy tavern out of town for
about 6 months. It was fun but just wasn’t working out so I quit. Played at a
restaurant in Chico 3-4 times and we have a new coffee house and Internet café
right here in Oroville. A lot of fun. I’m also getting more involved with
recording, and I put together a very voluminous CD presentation of our family
and associations. As you know both of my parents were admirable people but my
father was one of the great heroes. There is a lot of stuff on him. This has
taken an incredible amount of time. So I’m free of that at least. Through with
version 1.0 that is. I had another great trip to Canada and seeing all my
friends. It’s sort of a battery recharge.
I’m still tilting at windmills
after 50 or so years. My head hurts from all the times my lance got stuck and
knocked to the ground. I guess you’ve got to keep doing it if you have any
sense of personal dignity. Maybe I should ease off and try bull riding.
Once again know that you are in my
thoughts every time I can get my head out of that
#$%&Bush. I have been really blessed. I have been allowed to do all
the things I felt I really needed to do in my life and that isn’t given to
many people. Hope to see you soon.
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Home
Sweet Home Left is a picture of
the 10’ x 10’ sleeping house at Sandy Point on Lasqueti Island in
the mid 70’s. We built this and the 8’ x 12’ kitchen for $40, $37
for plastic and $3 for staples. All other materials were scrounged or
beach combed. When we finished the kitchen there were no materials left
except some rotten shakes. The windward wall was shaked with home made
shakes and insulated with cardboard. The dirt floor was covered with a
carpet turned up at the edges to counter draft. The stove was half a 15
gallon barrel imbedded in a wash tub full of sand and a hub cap to cover
the stoke hole. The door was hung with a spike fit into an imbedded .303
shell. I lived in the cabins for about 5 years. Just before the I left
the kitchen burned down, saving me the anguish of what to do with all my
junk. The sleeping house is still standing (sort of) and being used as a
storage shed. |
The past year has been fairly
uneventful. My primary occupations are involvement with the Butte Folk Music
Society as performer, web master and newsletter editor. Www.bfms.freeservers.com.
I
have also been involved with the local LP radio station 107.1 FM within the
confines of Oroville www.radiobirdstreet.org.
I’m
playing a lot of music and getting a bit better all the time. My grandkids are
growing all the time. Jake, the oldest is a freshman in college with desire to
be a math teacher. Isaiah is a Junior in H.S. and engaged in swinning,
wrtestling and water polo. Becky has opened a second women's apparel store in
Sacramento so her business empire now includes a Taekwondo school and two
elegant shops. Love to all.
Below
Absolute Zero
God seems to still be messing with
Bush’s head. I’m beginning to wish he’d lay off that poor dumb shit.
It’s embarrassing. To Bush and to me. The
difference is George doesn’t seem to realize it. I think I’ll start a new
trend. A number of years ago when the New Orleans Saints of the National
Football League were really bad (the first time they were bad) they were
nicknamed the ‘Aints’ and the fans went to the games with paper bags over
their heads. That’s the way I feel now about being an American. As far as Bush’s relationship to
God it seems like there are two possibilities; (1) God just hates George, which
I could understand. Maybe it’s sort of like the story about this guy who loses
his job, his wife runs off with a plumber, his house burns d own and someone
shoots his dog. So he goes outside, looks up at the sky and pleads, “Why me,
lord.” And a huge voice blasts from the sky saying, “I really don’t know
George. For some reason you just piss me off.” (2) God has decided it’s time
for the final days and has chosen George to be the instrument that destroys all
life on earth. That’s the only way I can figure it. There is a possible third
choice, that George is not really talking to God, but I don’t believe that.
Something else that is kind of
funny, I guess, is Bush is a fairly good looking guy. But those people around
him are plug ugly. Cheney? That loveable man with the built-in sneer? Rove, the
pig? Rummy? He looks like a monkey with glasses and a hair part. Wolfowitz.
Hell, he looks like the wolfman. Scare the heck out of you if you saw him
peeking in the window. So I figure that with looks like that they were bound to
end up being severely twisted. Stands to reason. So what we seem to have here is
the village idiot directing (supposedly) a whole bunch of ugly psychopaths.
Now as far as I can see none of
the uglies profess to be Christians, at least not the upper C type and yet they
seem to be embraced by the Christian right. I think I’ve figured it out. These
fundamentalist Christians have raised ‘moral relativism’ to a high art. I
think Bush’s boys have been made honorary Christians by their propensity for
their involvement in murder, lying, bearing false witness and theft. How in the
hell did we come to this?
I’ve decided that we need to
change the party’s symbols. Should be legal, they change their names. The
Federalists became the Whigs. By the way, what the hell is a Whig? I’m even
afraid to look it up in the dictionary. Then they became the Republicans. The
original Republican Party became the Democratic Republicans and finally the
Democrats. So for the new millennium I think the Republicans should shed the
elephant and replace it with a sheep, and the Democrats drop the donkey and
represent themselves as cats. I think that sums it up. Sorry if none of this is funny. I
tried.
As far as my personal life is
concerned, I’m mostly playing a lot of music. Still have the convalescent
hospital gig and a regular Sunday morning brunch in Chico, Mud Creek Kenny and
the Stump Jumpers, 4 hours, drinks, breakfast and a little money. I’ve also
been fairly involved with the local LP radio station. Very grass roots, hanging
on by toenails, etc. I’ve played on the radio several times and produced and
interview with a 96 year old man who lives in the park who recorded with
Liberace in the 1950’s. He was also a childhood friend of Ronald Reagan. He
had some very interesting stories. The station can be heard on line at
www.radiobirdstreet.org.
I’m still the webmaster and
newsletter editor for the Butte Folk Music Society www.bfms.freeservers.com. Becky is doing fine, she has opened her second shop in
Sacramento, so she and her partner now have two shops and a Taekwondo gym to
their credit. My oldest grandson is now in College at the local community and
the other is playing water polo and wrestling In high school.
I cherish your friendship in these
troubled times. All the best. Love.
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Another
Day, Another Dollar Here I am hard at work. Maybe you don’t think holding
the Universe together is a big job, well think again. For the third year
in a row I have shamelessly put my own picture on the Christmas card.
All seems to be doing well here. Over the last year I have mostly been
doing music. Getting into recording recently, very slow tedious work. I
hope the results are worth it. During the last year I have taken 2
musical train trips. The first, last March, from Nogales, Mexico up the
Copper Canyon to Divisidero.The train was headlined by Tom Russell my
inspiration and music guru. Tom rules. Although he doesn’t know it.
All we could do was party, eat, play music and meet and listen to your
favorite musicians and meet wonderful people who are totally into
Western Roots music. Not too shabby. So I did it again. I just got back
from a train from Vancouver to Toronto with Tom again and Rosalie
Sorrells among others. All we could do was party...you get it, a little
short on sleep however I got some beautiful video of both trips. My
daughter Becky has 2 high class Women’s Apparel shops (named Beyond
Gotham) in Sacramento and is doing well in a constant panic-filled life
and generally loving it. Oldest grandson is Sophomore in college and
working, not much time for fun. Youngest grandson is in High School.
Brother Dale and Wonnie are doing fine in Colorado Springs (or so they
tell me). I’m Probably going to make it to the big 70 next may. Wow.
I’m really looking forward to it. Not looking forward to much after
that however. I’m grateful for this occasion to communicate my warm
feelings with you. I wish you a good year |
Merry Christmas
Well, since nothing funny happened this year, except maybe
the election, about which more later if I decide to continue writing with
nothing much to say. My Canadian friends may not understand too much of this
letter since it’s mostly American. Those of you who received the letter last
year will remember (maybe) my thesis that the reason the neo-cons in power were
so mean and self-destructive was because they were so ugly and wanted to get
even with the world. For an update, the monkey with the specs and hair part
(Rummy) is not out…of what I don’t know. The wolf man has been banished to
head the World Bank, which seems to me to be like sentencing a junkie to work in
a heroin factory. I don’t know. The sneer that walks like a man is still
running the White House, State Department and Defense (if there were ever an
oxymoron it would be calling the
Speaking of Science. Confession time. I probably spend a bit more time on the
web than I should. Geez’, I better get my life in order. Think I’ll check
out the web first. But you do find some amazing things. I just read a
prestigious study that determined that men think about sex all the time. See
what I mean? I never would have known that without science. I’ve got a tip for
you. From personal experience (therefore not science) I can say that that study
is true for old men too. Yuck!!! I also discovered a scientific test that
discovered, by use of MRI scan, that eating ice cream excites the pleasure
centers of the brain. Imagine that. Where
were we? Oh yeah.
As some of you may know I possess a bit of an acerbic wit. I hope that word
means what I think it means. I try to keep it under control but it comes out
sometimes. My daughter gave me the book a ‘Cynic’s guide to Happiness’ and
my grandson is scandalized by some of my comments. It can be embarrassing. So,
just to prove how fickle fate can be I stored up some cheap shot comments to
make about the Nazis running the country and then the Democrats stabbed me in
the back by winning the mid-term elections. You can’t trust anyone. Now God
knows I could take some cheap shots at the Dems. They have certainly frustrated
me over the years. But I can’t be a spoil-sport. Must make nice. The
problem is that other people are already using some of the points I was going to
make. For instance I was going to say that Nancy Pelosi was going to find out
the organizing the Dems in the House was going to be like herding cats. Of
course I can’t say that now. But I read that someone wrote about a catfight in
the Caucus, I think it was over Majority leader. I may have to sue. Cats belong
to me. A lot of the chicken hawk neo-cons are like dogs. But not attack dogs,
more like ankle biters. You see where Perle says he had nothing to do with Iraq
policy? Said it was all Bush’s fault. Hmmm.
Another joke I can’t use: When the Israelis moved the settlers out of
Sitting here writing this and watching football on TV. I’m reminded of Hunter
Thompson’s remarks before taking his life. “Football’s over, time to
go.” Or something like that. My father was a great H.S. coach and I’ve been
into athletics all my life. However, right now I’m sort of glad football is
almost over. I won’t have to watch TV anymore. It’s probably ok if you watch
it all the time, but it can rip your brain out if you only watch it occasionally
and experience how we see ourselves. Sheesh. Okay, I’ve done enough damage. I
really treasure your friendship and caring. Although I’m not in charge I hope
that you will have a physically and spiritually satisfying year. Till we meet
again.
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Big whoop Howdy folks, just want to let you all know that I
just reached the big 70, big whoop. I took my summer trip that lasted a
bit over a month and went from Southern Oregon to |
Remembrance of Things Past
Once again this
missive will be very
Hot off the
press..President/Vice President Dick Chaney treated for irregular heart beat.
I’m really confused. I didn’t know he had a heart©. Rim shot. Over the
years the Republicans have stated their belief that Government agencies could
not be run efficiently. The current administration had conclusively proved this
to be true.
I don’t watch TV.
Much. I must admit that I do watch the NFL on television. I have no cable and
only get FOX and CBS anyway. I occasionally watch Cold Case and have been known
to watch part of 60 minutes a couple of times. Since I’m being virtuous I
won’t mention the time spent surfing the internet here. So I see there’s a
writers’ strike and right on cue I find there’s this new made-for-tv reality
series called Presidential Debates. It’s gonna be like that other made-for-tv
reality show called NFL football. I expect the candidates will soon have to wear
identical jackets with a swoosh on them like the NFL coaches. Maybe do a shoe
commercial once in a while. I must admit that I have not been able to steal
myself to actually watch any of the debates but everyone else has and tells me
about it so my participation probably won’t be missed.… Seems like that Dems
are bitch slapping each other, but mostly bitch slapping Hillary about issues,
records, etc. boooring. Not so the repugs. Oh, they’re doing their bitch
slapping, but it’s Hillary they are slapping and I don’t think she is even
eligible to run in the Republican primaries. Anyway. Now these Reps really have
some stories. Guiliani. You know I feel about him is the way I feel about those
really ugly little yap dogs, you know, ankle biters that you just really want to
kick but you’re afraid some Peta or animal rights group might be waiting in
the bushes. Says he probably would have died from prostate cancer if he had been
treated in any socialist country read
Then there’s this
other guy McCain who said in a speech that he is going to -get this- follow Bin
Laden to the gates of Hell and shoot him with a gun furnished by the arms
company that sponsored the speech. I did not make this up. Maybe someone else
did but not me. The thing I don’t get is why is he still here? Shouldn’t he
be on a boat or plane on his way to
And Huckabee. This
man is interesting. Says he plans to go quail hunting with God when he gets to
heaven. I wonder if Bush is jealous. I know George talks to God a lot but I
haven’t heard that God has invited him to go Quail hunting. Lot
I have to say that
I’m not particularly enjoying this bad 1950’s sci fi movie we’re living in
now. I expect to see some radioactive
claymation monsters lurching from caves or something any day now.
I’m excited. Anyway.
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Merry Christmas My daughter Becky (pictured with me on the left) is
feeling the retail sales blues like everyone else in business. The
picture was taken last year. I have been playing at her two stores in
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Howdy y'all
I
was told the other day that I should not make this rap a downer. Me? A downer?
Me? Whose goodness makes Mary Poppins
look like Idi Amin? What a low blow. Watch. I won't even mention Bush. Who? Not
too much has been happening lately.
Oh, I forgot we had an election. Speaking of Bush, I read where he asked God to
bless the next president. If we are talking
about the same God, the God who blessed the bush administration, I think I would
say, 'Thanks, but no thanks.' I really
hate to say this, it's just between you and me so don't tell anyone, but I sort
of feel sorry for the guy. I know, I know, I guess this is just confirmation of
what people have been telling me most of my life: that I am sorely in need of
professional help. I guess I am just not a good hater. If you can't hate a
spoiled piss-ant who single handedly bankrupted the world, completely destroyed
a sovereign nation and the cradle of civilization and was most instrumental in
destroying the planet's life sustaining biosphere, what the hell good are you
anyway? I felt a bit sorry for Nixon too, about his first and only President
forced to leave office. Boy was that misplaced sorrow. Nothing seemed to have
ever penetrated that guy. I mean Bush, how does one atone for all that
destruction. Maybe he'll join Carter and pound nails to house poor people. Ya
think? Or join the old
man and Clinton saving the world in one way or another. He's got the rest of his
life, which could be fairly long if he stays off the sauce and drugs, in which
to contemplate his incredible failure. And wouldn't you like to be a fly on the
pearly gates when he meets God and tries to explain why he blamed him for all
the crap he laid down? Whooee. In reading
this stuff I see I may be old but I haven't lost all my chops. Man, wasn't that
election some heavy theater? I got to watch
Colin Powell and Condoleezza Rice digest the fact that little pipsqueak had
actually won the election and finally realizing that they were black and maybe
they didn't have to sell their derriere to the masters in order to succeed in
life. Actually I found watching the pride in their faces and voices and their
respect for Obama's accomplishment a very moving experience. They certainly
understand the victory on a level that I can't reach. About the same time of
Obama's speech I saw a dark cloud come over my screen and was barely able to
discern ... yes, Ralph Nader. Boy that was spooky. What a saint, The
Man of Perpetual Disappointment. It is kind of fun watching those big bad reps
whining (to be fair some of the dems are also).
They remind me of those big tough yap dogs. Once they get slapped down don't
turn your back on them or they'll nip your
heels.
I'm
playing lots of music these days. I'm playing with 3 different groups. The
oldest is the Harmonaires. We do 30's - 50's pop music and some contemporary
songs, mostly at old folks' homes. I'm the only instrumentalist and lead singer
with 2 older ladies
who are knockout singers. I'm also with the Wild Mountaineers String Band; we do
mostly contemporary (and sometimes old timey) folk. I'm lead guitar with lead
and backup vocals.
The
really nice thing about the trip was re-realizing how many kind and wonderful
people I have been privileged to meet and be
associated with. From my perspective we have some tough times ahead. We will
need our mutual friendship and support to survive. I hope that the nominal
democrats can realize that we have elected a very intelligent and capable leader
and not indulge in our own personal agendas. The democrats do often remind me of
cats, and corralling them is difficult at best but we don't have the time for
that anymore. As the Great Zimmerman said, "Let us not talk falsely now,
the hour is getting late." Love you all and best of times in the next year.
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Lasqueti
Christmas
Our first winter on
One of the good things about the islands from a food
standpoint was that there were feral sheep running loose, so if you could find a
flock it was pretty easy to acquire fresh meat.
For the past week or so the Pirate had been trying to get a sheep but
hadn't had any luck because they wander a lot and just didn't seem to be in the
neighborhood.
I had come into a quarter of venison, so I had a chunk I
was going to take down to ‘Bad Old Earl’, a semi-hermit who lived over at
‘the Lagoon’, about a half mile (as the crow flies and the trail does not)
from ‘the Cove’, where we lived. I
started down the trail toward his place, got about 100 yards, and what should I
see but a whole flock of sheep, grazing by the garden. I tiptoed back to the cabin and told the Pirate about the sheep.
Get the picture. It
was a cold blustery day outside; it was very nice and warm in the cabin, very
Christmassy, convivial, beer glow, etc. I
could see that he was not in the mood to go outside just now, especially not to
try to kill something and skin it. I
worked on him for a little while. We
really needed the food. Finally,
reluctantly, he took down his .303 and grabbed some shells and started down the
trail. I walked a short way with
him, then stopped and waited for something to happen.
I waited about 15 minutes, and wondered if the sheep had
left the area, when suddenly I heard a loud explosion very near. I waited about 10 minutes and decided that he must have missed the shot,
an impression which was somewhat reinforced when I saw him come strolling around
a bend in the path with the gun over his shoulder and a very bemused expression
on his face.
He walked up to me and said, "I didn't realize how
many rams there were in the flock until after I fired.
I found out that I got two of them."
I said "two of what?" He
said, "I killed two rams."
This was something we had not counted on, of course.
We were wearing our best clothes, they were thin, it was very cold and
what with high tide it was a reasonably long walk round trip to our cabin to
change clothes, and it was getting on to late afternoon. Now we had two sheep to skin and gut.
We'd worry about butchering later. They
would keep in the cold.
Out came the wheelbarrow, gutbucket, ropes and pulleys. For about an hour and a half four of us were cutting and slashing like
fiends. To this day I don't
understand why someone didn't get stabbed. Anyway,
we finally got the job done, covered and hung the two carcasses and had fresh
liver for Christmas dinner, one of the best we ever had.
I was trying to get to sleep the other night agonizing and
trying to deal with reality of the tenuous hold higher life forms have because
of the degradation of our environment and the biosphere. I was suddenly struck with the realization that so much has been given to me that has been denied to most of the
Earth’s population. I could only
pray that I am in some small way worthy of my blessings. Merry Christmas to you
all.
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Harrison
stadium was named for my father, Hugh Harrison in 1980 in recognition of
his establishing the northern The
last year has been good to me, as every year has been good. I’m still
here, doing well physically as far as I know. My brother Dale and his
family in |
Dementia
For some reason I
don’t understand I’ve gotten this reputation as a curmudgeon. I think it’s
uncalled for but I will try to keep up my reputation. My daughter, my own
daughter mind you, gave me a book for Christmas named ‘How to be Happy, Dammit’,
A Cynic's Guide to Spiritual
Happiness. Such ingratitude. Anyway, moving on.
We who were born in
the late 1930’s were born into the great depression. I don’t remember the
depression of course. I grew to consciousness during and shortly after the war.
Those of us who were rural middle class grew up surrounded by depression
middle-class mores. Frugality, never owe money when you can help it. Never
waste. If you were housed, fed and had a secure job that’s about as much as
you could ask for. You worked hard. You did not trust banks, which had not only
destroyed the economy and the social fabric of
On the science
front science is spending billions trying to create artificial life. Lawyers
have spent a fraction of that on political ‘contributions’. The result,
artificial life. Corporations. I also read that they have isolated the ‘fat’
gene. We don’t get fat by eating too much, it’s hereditary. Great news for
the world’s starving people. Just transplant fat genes into them and problem
solved. Whew, that’s a relief.
I would like to
give a big thank you to a great American who set the foundation of the Great
American Economy. Phinteas T. Barnum and his two edicts (1) Never give a sucker
an even break, (2) There’s a new sucker born every minute. Suckerdom seems to
be gaining momentum and size. On some level I’m still living in the
depression. I think my generation is the residue of the depression as homo
sapiens are the residue of the Big Bang. Sort of. As we know, time means
different things at different ages. At this age time and life are precious. I
have always searched for meaning and have always asked the terrifying question,
why? Maybe it’s by inclination and maybe it’s a residue of my profession as
a systems analyst. We need to see the connections therefore we must start with
the big picture.
As you get older
you get confused about who you are supposed to hate. I started out with the Japs
and Germans. That was pretty easy. I suppose it could have also been Italians
but they weren’t worth the effort. Next it became the Russians and Chinese
(com-chinks). Here it starts getting messy. Let’s face it. They are all
chinks, so it’s our Chinks (
We hate the
Iranians (their rag-heads) because they took their country back from us. We like
the Iraqis (our rag-heads) because they hate the Iranians and fought a huge war
with them, at least partly financed by the U. S. But we sort of lost our way
here because we didn’t understand that the war was really about the Shiites
(i.e. Iranians - bad rag-heads) against the Sunni (good rag-heads). OK until we
overthrew the Sunni in
OK. Got that out of
the way. It’s been a pretty good year for me, if not for most of the rest of
the people in the world. I am thankful for the music in which I am engaged, as
much as my aged body will allow. I’m still performing with four musical groups
(2 being occasional). I’m starting to do regular solo gigs so I can perform my
style of music. I’ve finally finished a pretty decent CD, have been recording
live from at least 2 groups (Stumpjumperz and Harmonaires) and hope to get
enough good tracks for CD’s. Doing dribs and drabs of recordings for another
CD. Fighting to the death with all this technology I have acquired. Keeps me
from being too depressed, and a real blessing for which I am constantly
grateful.
I can still be
overly critical of my creations, which means I still care. I’m constantly
inspired by you, my dear friends. You help to keep me going. Love you all.
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Fame Another (very quick) year has passed. The picture
on the on the left announcing the ‘Stumpjumperz’ was on a billboard
on Highway 70 at the outskirts of Oroville. The event was the summer
concert series put on by the parks board, with weekly outdoor
performances by the |
2011, Sigh
Latest
News – This just in:
It’s now official. Steve Jobs has just won
the Me generation championship trophy. He died with the most toys. He is now in
transition to instant deification. Anyone remember “Brave New World”?
Worshiping Henry Ford? Whoa, a little too close for comfort. Aldus just a bit
off on some major points. Maybe. Technology is definitely the religion of our
time, so I guess Steve can be anointed God of our time. His name is unfortunate.
How will we use his name in vain? ‘Steve damnit?’ ‘Jobs damnit?’ it just
doesn’t work. ‘Oh my Steve’ or ‘Oh my Jobs’. I just don’t know.
Could be very difficult. It seems we are having a Brave New World/1984
convergence. I’m thinking of writing a new book. Think I’ll call it ‘Brave
new 2012.’ We’re not making babies in tanks yet but the designer baby thing
is beginning to take off, so we’re on the right track. It’ll be a little
easier now because we won’t have to make workers anymore. Hell, we don’t
even need Mexicans any more. At least we don’t think we do. Soon robots will
do everything worthwhile or fulfilling. Of course the surveillance state is
already here so that part has been accomplished. I’ll have to work on the
plot.
Newt’s back. Just can’t keep Newtie down. He’s like the Terminator. Just
can’t kill that guy, the ‘moral relativism’ poster boy for the religious
right. Among several other things he’s responsible for getting Rupert Murdoch
American citizenship and control of American (world) media. This deed alone
should qualify Newt for the presidency. No question. Speaking of Murdoch, some
think he is a right wing nut. He’s not. He absorbed the British Liberal party
(Tony Blair) after the fall of Thatcher, engineered
I have heard a rumor that scientists are
beginning to use republicans for experiments. The reason seems to be that there
are some things rats just won’t do. I personally don’t believe the rumor;
HOWEVER, has anyone been following Republican race?
Our
Neighbors to the North Department:
I want to thank the Canadians for
contemplating the scuttling the
Tech
Department:
The Facebook police are after me. I’m on
the run. I keep getting these messages that I’m not paying proper attention to
my obligations. Hell, I don’t even know how I ended up on Facebook in the
first place. Actually, I understand that there are no Facebook police. (They
call themselves the Facebook Team). Talk about levels of abstraction, these
messages from are really coming from bots, program code scanning my (our) page
making sure what we are up to, then letting us know that they know. I don’t
know. I don’t think I spent 15 years without electricity, a vehicle, power
tools, running potable water or legal residence just to be chased around by some
program code. Don’t tell me God doesn’t have a sense of humor. If I drop out
or don’t answer your notifications please don’t take it personally.
Wrapup:
Things going very well all things considered. Been averaging about 13 gigs per month, mostly at care facilities. Good audiences but the downside is many people in these places are younger than me. Uh-oh. My dream gig is playing in huge auditorium with thousands of frenzied women throwing their undergarments onto the state and me looking to heaven saying ‘Shit, what do I do now?’ Love you all.
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This is the first time that anyone beside my father and I have appeared in the card more than once. My August self is generally on the card but hey, it’s my card and I can do anything I want to OK? Louis (Dynie) Martinelli was my first buddy, lived across the street from him. This picture was taken in front of the old football field where my dad used to coach. It’s now the location of the basketball gym. The picture of the two old guys was taken outside the new facility, Harrison Stadium, named after my father. So these pictures were taken 70 years apart. Might also add here that Dynie is a pretty special guy. |
2012..I’m
abolishin
Well, I made it to 75. Actually 75 years 6
months and 15 days, but who’s counting? Follow the election? Good stuff.
Rupert Murdock is going to fire Chris Christie because he said something nice
about Obama, Donald Trump is starting a revolution to take back the government,
Bill O'Riley feeling unloved because his race is now in the minority even though
whites made up 68% of registered voters. Is this really happening, or am I
having a stroke or something. As the Republicans predicted there was massive
voter fraud in
But after Obama was elected in 2008 The Republicans got even with the Democrats
by appointing a black, Michael Steele, as head of the RNC. That’ll show em
about who’s racist. Now how do we get rid of him? Seems he took umbrage at
something racist uttered by Rush Limbaugh and said, “Rush Limbaugh does not
speak for the Republican party.” But it turns out that he did speak for the
Republican party and Michael was forced to retract his statement. He mis-spoke.
Then they managed to rid themselves of Michael
as well as any chance of getting any black votes in the next election. People
this dumb cannot be allowed to run this country… My feelings are that I want
the guy in charge to be smarter than me. This is a tough goddam job. You want
people who pay attention. I don’t care too much about the politics as long as
they have the capacity to understand the totality of the job they’re taking
on. Bill Clinton was definitely smarter than me. Just. Bush was not. I think
Obama is. That’s good enough for me. Barack, this is in your hands. Use it
wisely.
I remembering reading a Sartre short play called “No Exit”. I was about this
person dying and going to hell. He ends up in a room with 2 women, 1 straight
and the other was a Lesbian. The guy was gay. So they’re all trying to hit on
each other. Forever. I was thinking about the political hell, like maybe
spending eternity with Rush Limbaugh and Bill ORiley. Whew. Maybe with Michelle
Bachman, if you could maybe tape her mouth shut, but .. for eternity? I think I
might prefer hellfire and brimstone…. Breaking news from
Reflexions on turning 75 years 6 months and fifteen days, but who’s counting? Well
for one thing I lose patience with dumbshits, which is a bit scary because there
are a lot of them out there. I begin to understand why old farts tend to be a
bit touchy… I have somehow gotten outside my own head and realized that I was
far from the most important thing happening it the Universe. That took a huge
load off my shoulders. Otherwise I’m feeling mightily blessed to have been
allowed all the treasures I have received. Around 30 years ago I decided to
allow the world to come to me. You need to ‘follow the path with heart’-Don
Juan – because reality contains a lot of weird excrement. It’s fun to be
watching my movie and wondering how it’s all gonna come out…The music is
always amazing. I play about 14 gigs a month during the summer and really get
high. Every time. Sometimes it helps me through the real blues. Existence can
entail much sadness and loneliness. To me there is no free lunch. Everything we
do in life has repercussions. If that’s true then I guess
I’m playing for a tie. The Gambler is a great song. I pretty well manage to
not get myself bogged down in the cyber world. The world of metrics feeds the
intellect and diminishes the soul. We must feed the soul with stillness so it
will grow. See? Ramblings of a poor
demented old man. I’ll leave with just one thought. Fuck um if they can’t
take a joke. I just read this whole thing and I really am crazy. Thanks for your
friendship and happy holidays. Love you all. Bob.
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No, No, No Well, here we are. Almost 2014.1 don't accept that 'fact', but there's not too much I can do about it. The picture on the front is the Stumpjumperz CD cover. We are playing about once a month these days at a convalescent home in Chico, We put a lot of energy into what we do and the folks really like us. The Harmonaires are playing 6 or 7 times a month in several care facilities. I am still playing Saturdays at the local flea market. The weather is fantastic. Least rain in history. Not such good news. Took my Canadian trip, shortened a bit. Managed to take in the Log Jam at Camano Island Washington State. Nothing earth shattering happened this year. At least not for me, although I know it's been a very traumatic year in most of the world. My brother in Colorado Springs has managed to weather colossal fires and floods although they were not in the path of either. Dale still riding in the Gay Smith Team Baja bug doing the 1000. They crashed and he had some serious back stuff but I guess he played golf the other day so it definitely was not life threatening, I've been working on a book relating the experiences I had living in the woods in Oregon and British Columbia for 15 years without a vehicle, electricity or potable running water. It makes me tired to even think about it at this time in my life. I am now 76 years of age, an unthinkable age, actually, I guess they become more unthinkable the older we get. I'm trying to keep in shape and seem to be in good health. My daughter Becky is living in Utah with her husband most of the time, so I don't get to see her too much. Isaiah is attending UC Santa Barbara and Jake is dealing cards at a Casino. As I get older I realized what a precious gift life is, and I try to make the most of each day (with limited success). You folks make my life complete. Love you, have a wonderful year.
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Well I Swan
Hello there. Another year,
another rant. This year I will not be talking about the global suicide watch.
That is so yesterday. The earth is just purging out vermin. We do it all the
time, antibiotics e.g. Of course the purging takes out good as well as bad. Oh
well. So the earth is defending itself against vermin (us) who have so corrupted
the planet. Of course it will also take all other creatures, such as whales,
elephants, birds, fuzzy warm pups and cute little kittens, as well as indigenous
folks like
I've been
spending most of my time recently trying to make a list of all the persecuted
minorities in the
Man, it's
complicated. There is one true minority whose existence is fair game. It is the
white heterosexual male. He is a sitting duck because a white heterosexual male
does not whine. Kind of like the Dodo bird. There's one now. Thock, hit him over
the head and throw him in the bag. I'm not whining, I'm just 'splainin. Of
course if he becomes too uptight about his 'not whining' he occasionally shoot
up a mall or government building, but we can write that off as collateral damage
from the culture wars.
An illustration
of how far it has gone is that when I grew up in the dark ages, the third-person
singular neutral pronoun was he. A lot of bitching and screaming later it became
he/she/it or to simplify, they, which is grammatically incorrect but, hey,
that's small potatoes in the PC business. Well, guess what that pronoun is now.
She. and I don't hear anyone complaining. I'm
not complaining , just 'Splainin.
I continue to
be blessed in my life. I'm fighting the wars, but I'm a warrior so that's part
of the deal. I'm blessed by my family and many friends. Life has treated me
relatively gently and can't expect that to go on forever, so I'm trying to cram
in as much as I can. I'm performing music about twelve times a month with either
the Harmonaires, the Stumpjumperz and my solo gigs. Until the middle of November
I played outside at the local flea market. Mostly solo or sometimes friends
would come by and we'd jam. I became the music coordinator for the Oroville flea
market. I hit the Big Time, baby.
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Jim
Inhofe, Senate Environment and Public Works Committee Chairman.....
Well folks, it seems to be leaf blower season once again. I bring this up
because it was the main theme of my first letter 22 years ago. I'm happy to
report that I hate them as much now as I did back then. On a happier note
congress and a lot of others have been dissin' AT&T
these days, accusing them of lying to customers about bandwidth and stuff like
that. Well DUH. That's what business is all about. I think all the critics are
missing the point. With appropriate modesty AT&T has failed to take credit
for having developed the most amazing invention of the last century. Yes. They
have invented a time machine. It is known as ATT Broadband and they have taken
internet speeds back to the 1980's. I'm hoping their next improvement will
eliminate the internet totally... I read a headline recently that said Nerd is
the new normal. I totally get it. They've reduced the universe to binary. Ones
and zeroes. They think. Their heads are full of ones and zeroes while the real
(analog) world just ignores them, going its own way except in the areas in which
nerdy activity actually affects the universe in some way; it makes adjustments
and keeps on flowing. One of these days it's going to roll over on us and it
won't even notice. Too busy looking at their hand-helds. Dreamers are so last
century.
The 'Hippie Tales of the Northwest Woods' book publishing process was
eye-opening of course. I was afraid of having to deal with the real world, after
being quite comfortable in my self-enclosed fantasy world, but I have done
fairly well. I am quite happy with the result. There are many self-publishing
companies, and of course I don't know how typical mine, Hillcrest Publishing,
is. There are many rip-offs in the business. It all ties into the cyber-world of
course. They all have packages you can purchase, and many options. When I start
a project I need to understand and control the process, being an analog person
and systems analyst, and my approach was not really available. They will tell
you what to do at any given point in time. There is an overall facilitator who
may be available by phone if necessary. The author is led through 11 different
units: proofs, marketing, distribution, printing, cover design and more. When
each task is completed the author is directed to the next step and loses contact
with the person he was dealing with in the previous step. I had a bit of
contention on the covers. The designer sent me 3 designs which were awful. I had
my own ideas of course, being a professional designer of sorts, but we worked it
out. If I had been a neophyte the cover might have been horrible. The thing is,
if I had commissioned the editing on my own, rather than contracting through
them, the whole publishing process would have been done without anyone at the
publishing house having read the book. Just a commodity. I understand that it is
efficient use of resources. I could have designed the system they used myself,
but by definition it became a commodity. This is not their fault, it's the way
all profitable businesses run. All ones and zeroes, no context. Anyway, it got
done. Now we get to the marketing. I'm afraid that I can't think of anything
funny so I will pass on some of my favorite quotes. Yes, I shamelessly quote
myself on some. Get over it.
Man
has such a predilection for systems and abstract deduction that he is ready to
distort the truth intentionally; he is ready to deny the evidence of his senses
in order to justify his logic.
Dostoevsky,
Notes from the underground
Patriotism
is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because
you were born in it.
George
Bernard Shaw
Artificial
Intelligence – The result of teaching homo-sapiens to think like machines.
Buckwheat
Bob
"The
music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where
thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs, there is also
a down
side.”
Hunter
Thompson
Life
is too short to ride ugly horses.
Jerry
Jeff Walker
War
has become to American civilians "an exciting adventure, a competitive
game, and an escape from the dull routine of peacetime."
General
David M. Shoup Marine corp commandant and Medal of Honor recipient
“I
can forgive you for killing my sons, but I cannot forgive you for forcing me to
kill your sons.”
Golda
Meir
Education,
n. That which discloses to the wise and disguises from the foolish their lack of
understanding.
Ambrose
Bierce, ‘Devil’s Dictionary’ written between 1881 and 1911.
Friends
are people who really know you and still like you.
Buckwheat
Bob
Don’t
go lookin’ if you’re afraid of what you might find.
Buckwheat
Bob
Aging
- conscious aging - carries the person from the ego to the soul.
Ram
Dass
I
count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies;
for the hardest victory is over self.”
Aristotle
I'm
really looking forward to the upcoming presidential race. Gag. I can't wait to
watch the Republican circus, especially their star, dick nose Ted Cruz.
All
things considered it's been a good year for me. I think about you all the time
and hope the new year will be fruitful and happy. Whatever goes on around us our
satisfaction with our life is our own responsibility.
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Hello dear friends. Well, I checked last year's calendar
and found out that I live a pretty boring life. Mostly it revolves
around my music. I play 11 or 12 gigs per month with bands and solo, and
mostly care facilities. These venues are still very rewarding. Captiv
audience, heh, heh, heh. I took my usual trip north in September,
visited Vancouver island, spent a few rainy days on Lasqueti Island,
then visited J.R. and Val in Quesnel in the Caribou. I attended the
sixth annual Oroville Union High School District Hall of Fame ceremony,
representing my father, Hugh Harrison who is a charter member. This year
I arranged to video record the event, which should stimulate interest.
The family is all doing well. My brother Dale is still in |
No humor this year
Sorry to have to tell you, no funny stuff
this year. Lord knows I've tried, but it just won't come. I still keep looking
under metaphoric rocks and don't find much humor there. Interesting stuff but
not much fun.
Well,
friends and neighbors, it's again time for us to experience the latest Reality
TV series, the presidential campaigns. It's a fun show. The genius of the show
is that it's rigged so that if anyone ever gave a decent and thoughtful answer
to any question they would be crucified. Only figuratively so far, but who knows
about the future? I have to admit the Republicans are helping me out here. THANK
GOD. What gets me is that they don't seem to understand first, that there many,
maybe most, people in the whole world are listening to their pronouncements and
trying to understand them. I've lived too long. I've lived through Roosevelt,
Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush,
Clinton, Bush and Obama and I have never seen the level of cluelessness at any
time in our recent history. You know what I'm saying? It's embarrassing. Does it
never enter their minds that they are letting everyone in the world hear the
things they are saying? And that they are affecting the views of
And,
speaking of Republicans, I've been confused for years about their fear of
Hillary Clinton. To me she is a small, bright, resilient woman who is not overly
strident in demeanor, yet the entire Republican party has been terrified of her
for 25 years. How can you stay this focused on anything for 25 years. I know
that women can be a pain in the ass at times, but c'mon. With that ability to
focus they might try to use it to save our world. Oh, well. They were after her
when Bill was running for president and every election since, whether she was
running or not. Whitewater, million dollar reward for any evidence of
misbehavior by either of them. I mean, didn't anyone tell them that you are not
elected to first lady? That it comes with the package? They like to see
themselves as tough, principled protectors of everything American, especially
money. This is a lie of course. They are by breed contemptible cowards. Even
about money. Almost very Republican president has brought the country perilously
close to bankruptcy. At times I wish I were a cartoonist. I would like to draw a
panel with Hillary as a mouse, standing on the ground with a whip while a bunch
of terrified elephants try to climb telephone poles and trees, and her yelling
"Come down and fight like a man." Charlie Hunter, are you listening? I
know you're a Bernie guy, but humor me.
Well,
I seem to be getting older. I wonder how that happens. The modern cyber world is
pushing me into a corner. I don't understand most of the acronyms used now. I
have a faint idea of what an EMOGI is. I don't think it rates as high in
Japanese imports as Zen and sushi but I guess you have to take what you can get.
Tough shit. I managed to buy a car (a RAV 4) with a manual key. I feel
uncomfortable in a situation where the car's electronics (and battery) decide
whether or not It's going to open the door for me. I use the key instead of the
beeper to open it. The car doesn't like that but lets me in. Mostly. Sometimes
it will lock it again before I get a chance to open the door, then beeps at me.
I don't understand the algorithm. Maybe it does this after 10 tries just to fuck
with my brain. I don't know.
I
also like to pay in cash. There is a concerted effort to stop this type of
fiscal irresponsibility. You baby boomers who want to live forever should take
what the future holds for technology into consideration. Technology makes you
(me) to begin feeling like a rat trapped in a rain barrel.
Still
tilting at windmills but with decreasing expectations of
actually hitting one. The book, "Hippie Tales of the Northwest
Woods" isn't selling particularly well but I'm fine with that. At least
it's out there. It might make a nice Xmas gift for friends and family who might
enjoy superb literature. My website is expanding slowly at http://Buclwheatbob.com.
I'm well, playing a lot of music, although as of yesterday I have given up my
flea market Saturdays for the season since it' getting too cold for the fingers.
Sorry this is not funny. I tried. Love you all and all the best.
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Well, life is going pretty well for
all my family, which is a blessing. As for me, nothing much interesting
happened in the last year. Snort. I seem to have developed a sort of
life pattern. Mostly I play music of course. Still doing 11 gigs a
month, although there is the occasional rain out or cold out at the flea
market. I took my annual trek north with Carolyn and stayed with Bruce
on Lasqueti. I average walking two miles per day and do upper body
exercises and eat fairly healthily. I feel pretty good, but I don't know
what you're supposed to feel going on eighty. Trying to maintain my
website but I have something of a failure to communicate with much the
tech world so...it's difficult to do things your way anymore. Technology
says "You will do it my way." Enough said. I'm wishing you,
dear friends, the best of times over the next year.
The cover picture is the Christmas in 1983? The winter of the big
freeze. We are gathered at Justine's place (the Edith Livingston house).
Left to right are Jodi, Bruce Bird, Bobby and Becky (my daughter), me, I
think Arnie hiding his face and Buckwheat
and Justine posing by a primitive altar at Sandy Point Lasqueti Island
oh...1982?
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Octogenarian
Tech Talk
There is a tech breakthrough that I'm really excited about though. The
Back to the Future lighted self-lacing shoe. This invention proves our
superiority over the other primates for all time. I looked this up and of course
it's bait and switch like everything else. I clicked on the ad for this device
and had to watch an Exxon-Mobile ad before I watched my ad. It doesn't really
lace up the shoe, it just tightens it. Still, for obese people who can't bend
over it would be a godsend. Except you still have to bend over and press buttons
in order to adjust them. Still, it's probably a bargain for only $750.00. So
these shoes are rechargeable, and have lights to show the charge level. Who
looks at charge levels anyway? So you're getting hot and heavy with someone you
love and the batteries give out, and you can't get the shoes off you fool, and
you have to say, "Could you hang for half hour so I can recharge the shoes
and get them off?" The mood is gone? Doesn't make much difference these
days since you have to have a signed and notarized consent form in order to have
sex anyway. I guess the next upgrade will have and I-phone app that will monitor
the shoes and give some kind of message like, "If you wanta get laid you'd
better get out of those shoes right now!!" The App will also allow you to
adjust the shoes from a remote device. Probably up the price to $1,000.00. Well
worth it I'd say.
I'm having tech problems with my website. Thankfully I don't have to
learn Swahili in order to converse with the rep, I enjoy using on-line chat
instead. I rewrote my website with Microsoft Frontpage, an obsolete program (kinda
like me) and Earthlink (without
getting my permission) uploaded it to the server. It works, Only problem is I
can't find the files on line, so updating is difficult. I got onto the chat and
told them I couldn't find my files. They couldn't find find the files either and
suggested I wipe the site out and reload the files. Back when I was doing
support we used to try to fix problems, but I'm leery of re-engaging the chat. I
do have a possible out however; they have been trying to get hold of me so they
can sell me something, some kind of new authoring tool or something that will
make the site more effective for selling whatever I am selling. If they actually
looked at my site they would know that I'm not trying to sell anything, but I
guess in this age you have to be selling something
otherwise why would you want a website. I think I'm going to call them, listen
to their pitch and try to find out if Earthlink has actual tech support. Most
sites have support, they just make it impossible to find it. Everything is now
bots, computer robots, and if you have anything but a standard question it goes
tilt. It's usually manifested in a pull-down menu of questions and if yours
isn't on the list it drops you out. My questions are never on the pull-down. I
suppose I should tell them that the reason I got unorthodox and actually use
HTML is because I'm 80 years old and that's how I want to do things. I can
almost hear, " Oh shit why did I have to take this call? Why is this guy
still alive, much less writing his own applications? Grandpa, we don't do things
this way anymore." Want to feel obsolete? Try talking to 25 year olds about
tech stuff.
It looks like Goodyear has ended its association with the Peanuts gang,
too corny I guess, and "The Most Interesting Man" commercial has
dropped the upper middle aged thoughtful man with a younger action hero. There
doesn't seem to be too much joy around these days. Technology has knocked the
soul out of us. No, we've got a soul but it's locked up where it can't cause any
trouble. It's been a long time since I thought life owed me anything.
Somebody told me there has been an election. I may have actually voted. I
can't remember who they told me had won and I don't mind that. Dementia actually
has some good points. I love you all and pay no attention to the orange man with
the weird hair.
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Ruminations of an old, old man
Since nothing significant happened
politically this last year I won't talk about it. My on-going war with
technology goes apace. Despite my best efforts I find myself up to my as..
sorry, my derriere in Usb cables and battery chargers. They seem to proliferate
like rabbits. As you may know I
don't have access to TV. I could probably stream stuff on the internet but my
carrier, ATT is so slow it precludes me from that. I don't pay for content for
several reasons that I will not get into. Mostly I can find other means of
entertainment, even providing my own on occasion. I must admit that I love
college football. ESPN provides a channel that contains a number of mostly minor
league sports, including many college football games. A lot of these games as
well as some boxing matches are announced in Spanish, seemingly on the
assumption that if I don't have some washed-up jock commenting I won't be able
to figure out what's going on. Generally they feel that they must fill up all
non play time (and there is a lot in football) with replays. You liked that?
Lets watch it ten more times. Sheesh. I love bean-counter logic. I keep the
sound turned off anyway and it makes me concentrate on what's going on in the
game. They also have the Skycam, a shot from above and behind the quarterback so
you can see the play. There is no commentary but the best thing is that there
are no replays. Sometimes the camera guy will get distracted by cheer leaders or
something instead of the game, but mostly a good view of the play. Since I'm not
used to TV advertising it's a shock to watch it during these contests. Gives me
a real insight into the marketing strategy. You see the same insulting
commercial at least 10 times during the game. They want to make sure you get the
message. The message is a bit more obscure with the sound off. It gives me a
real insight on how the advertisers view me. It's clear that they think I'm a
f@#$% idiot. My current vision of Hell is having to watch car commercials for
eternity. One of my favorites is the rock slide gremlins trying to eat this car
(can't remember which make) but of course they fail. My absolute favorite is
these two cars going in opposite directions on a street at night, both cars at
about maybe 2 miles per hour. No problem because there are no other cars on the
street. One driver is a good looking girl and the other a hunk of some sort.
They look at each other (hard to see in the dark) but no matter. They both leave
their cars and meet on the median and start making out. Just what the hell are
they trying to sell here? For one thing they seem to be telling you if you buy
this car you will make out in the median. But best of all there will be no other
cars on the road. By the way, have I mentioned leaf blowers lately?
William Oldys. 1687–1761
BUSY, curious, thirsty fly! Drink with me and drink as I:
Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up:
Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away.
Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their decline:
Thine 's a summer, mine 's no more, Though repeated to threescore,
Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
In case you don't know all 25 (gasp)
Christmas cards can be viewed at http://www.buckwheatbob.com/Xmas-cards.htm Hope
you have a wonderful year. Love you all.
"Hippie Tales of the Northwest Woods" published by Mill City Press
buckwheatbob.com - website
bobharrison@mindspring.com
(530)532-4365