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My new favorite song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuK2A1ZqoWs&feature=related

OK, that last post I was drunk.

I had to be at work the next morning, I was an HOUR late. It just reminded me how much I hate my job, as I got there at 6:10a and didn't leave 'til 4:30p.
Still hungover.
I tooooold Sully, "I DON"T DRINK ALCOHOL!"
Beer says, "When you are full, stop drinking, smile and be sleepy."
Liquor says, "Lets do the craaaaaaazy!!!!"
So Sully forced Rumplemintz on me at 11:37p, after beers, on a school nite.
Yeesh. My second time late to work this year.
Since I started working there, actually. Six fucking years ago.
Sully was three hours late.
I don't care anymore about that job, I just wanna grow a garden.
Mikey might get to buy Knote's boat and permits, I would so love to be fishing again.

"I will make you fishers of mens' souls", said Jesus.
Never mind that nonsense, I just wanna club some halibut and retire in comfort on my land.

In other news, my love likes to seriously torment high-end salesmen of cars and jewelry.
(During a test drive)
"What do you MEAN you never heard of George Carlin? Get out of the CAR!"
(screech, car stops near ditch)
"No, I'm serious, GET OUT OF THE CAAAAAAR."

I'm soooooo in LOVE.
- Love, Mulder

This song has ruled my life

You will laugh, and yes, you are a sick person

Mom's House is Painted! Almost...

Foyer,

Yellow hallway,

Antique clock and crystal, new mantel,

"TV" room,

"TV" room under skylights,

"TV" room looking towards living room,

master bedroom,

"Aunt Ginny's" room,

Aunt Ginny's new armoire, she would have loved it,

More master bedroom,

Outdoors,

Ride home...

Ken's Completely Made Up on a Whim Curry

For "Turbo":
2 cups dried organic garbanzo beans
6 cups red lentils
2 Tbsp pomace olive oil
2 tsp salt
1/4 cup mild red curry paste
1 16 oz can "lite" coconut milk
soy sauce to taste
Tapatio Salsa Picante Hot Sauce to taste
dry yellow curry powder
Cover garbanzos with adequate water, add 1 tsp of the salt and 1 Tbsp of the oil.
Bring to boil, reduce heat, simmer two plus hours, until garbs are brown, soft and sugary.
Drain and set aside without rinsing.
Just before garbs are done, start the red lentils. Again, cover with adequate water ("Mt Fuji" method, place palm flat on rice or lentils and cover with water 'til your middle knuckle resembles the slopes of Mt Fuji) and add remaining salt and oil. Boil, then simmer until lentils start to fall apart, twenty plus minutes after heat is reduced.
Add cooked and drained garbanzos, coconut milk, red curry paste and simmer five more minutes. Season with soy sauce, curry powder and Tapatio hot sauce, garnish with cilantro and serve over saffron rice.

Best Danny Boy EVAR!

Parvathy Baul

My love and I went to see Parvathy Baul last night, a singer, painter and storyteller from West Bengal. Her music was incredible, a "blend of devotional Hindu, esoteric Sufi and Vajrayana Buddhist influences" according to the blurb in our local paper that first piqued my interest. She was amazing, with a voice that sent shivers down my spine, gave me goosebumps and lulled me into trance-like states. Though she sang mostly in Bengali, Hindi and even Sanskrit, she would introduce each song with an English synopsis. She looks as though she's never cut her hair in her life. The performance took place at the private residence/Ashram of Jim and Lalitha Capellini in Birch Bay. There was a potluck first, so I spent a couple of hours beforehand trying my best to come up with some Indian food. I had some success, as most of my red lentil/ chickpea curry was cleaned out quite thoroughly. Met some good people and left with a warm glow that carried over through today. I hope to encounter these folks again.
Two of her instruments, a one stringed thingy for drone and a small drum attached to her hip.
Parvathy and hostess Lalitha.
Her beautiful smile
Her spinning, dreads flailing as she sang and played.
The beautifully wrought "jingle bangles" (my term) on her feet, her steps were as precise as could be, in order to provide perfect percussion.
Jim and Lalithas front yard,
and backyard.
Spectacular statue, don't know the devotional term for this one.

TMCM

One of my all time favorite superheroes, Too Much Coffee Man!!
...and this gem, both images found on Digg today.

Damn, I guess EVERYONE is gonna be at that party...

The best store in the world

Everybody's Store in the town of Van Zandt (no relation to Townes Van Zandt) is my favorite retail space ever. It was started by a Phd who decided to stop lecturing about supporting small scale, locally based economies and put his ideas into practice. They sell everything from jewelry to DVDs to fresh-made sandwiches with premium ingredients. In other words, GOOD hippies. No one is ever in a hurry around there, there's no need. You can feel the magic as soon as you see the building from across the tracks. Once inside, you know you are somewhere perfect. If you can't find it here, you don't need it. Sadly, their house is for sale. I sincerely hope all is well for them.

Believing in something...

Last night on Drayton Harbor Road

A couple of years ago, I was on my way to the local reservation to buy some fireworks for the 4th of July. Two little girls that I love very much were riding along, to help pick out the proper explosives. Out of nowhere, the youngest said, "'Dad', why do people believe in God?"
Wow. And Uh-oh.
Their momma claimed Christianity.
Me, not so much.
I was raised in The Church, dragged there every Sunday and sometimes Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday depending on who had choir practice, bible study, vestry meetings, confirmation class, acolyte rehearsal or which god-damned Holy Day was being observed. I dutifully studied all the ways in which some foreign hobos were tortured to death 2000 years ago because I touched myself.
I came to the inescapable conclusion that Jesus and God belonged on the same shelf as the Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny and Santa. I could NOT for the life of me, figure out why my parents clung to such an obsolete and downright screaming insane superstition. I knew better than to challenge their faith, though. My father threatened to kick my ass once, when I expressed a bit of doubt that God really wanted America to have nuclear superiority.
So what to tell the young 'uns?
'Dad' was just a nickname. I couldn't very well tell these fresh-faced kids how all religions were a steaming pile of putrid horseshit, invented by cheap scam artists too fucking lazy and dishonest to work for their supper. Had I actually been their father... oh, hell yeah. I would have gone on at length.
Instead, I said, "The universe is a very large and frightening place. We're just tiny little ants on a blue rock spinning around some star. For lots of people, the idea that there is a friendly, dad-like, invisible creature watching out for them is very comforting. It makes them feel not so small and unimportant. I'm not one of those people."
There was maybe ten seconds of silence from the back seat, I glanced in the mirror, terrified that I'd said the wrong thing and scarred them for life.
Both faces were staring disinterestedly out their respective windows. The oldest piped up and said, "Are we almost to the fireworks place?"

We're still empire, at least through your lifetime...

My new favorite blog for today

Check out Driftglass, found this one while image searching on google... like a PG RudePundit! With pics and good jokes!
http://driftglass.blogspot.com/

The rain is GONE, mofo, GONE!!!!

Clouds on the run!
Wild rose getting ready....
Corkscrew willow!
Moon!
Rhodies! and Bees!
Cherries!

Summer tomorrow, I'm so freakin' happy!
Hi, pretty girl! I love you!

Ferron

She is one of the finest singer songwriters ever.
She's been compared to Bob Dylan, Townes Van Zandt and Leonard Cohen. I have to agree, she sometimes outshines them all. This is a link to a site that contains some golden nuggets from her latest tour de force, may Ferron reign supreme forever! (At least in the broken hearts department.)

Hell YEAH!

My dawg OBAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!
"President Barack Obama" I loves the sound of that, in fact...
ohhh, I got shivers.
Fuck McCain, he's DOA!!

OMG, FTW!!!!111lol4evr!!1

Drive Thru

mmmm, cookie.
I want her job. If only it didn't involve being a cop.

Apparently, this is a woman?

Pure genius. This pretty much sums up language freaks for me. Why does it matter so much to these frickin' morons? It's just a cover for racism. I don't think anybody ever lay on their deathbed wishing they'd spent more time being angry in a flag shirt. I have worked with Latinos my whole life, lived with many of them too. The sad fact that my Spanish still sucks huevos is no more shameful than the fact that my good friends' English still sucks too. We communicate just fine.
We don't need to worry about who wants to live where, or what language they want to speak. We just need to sterilize all new arrivals to this country. Spay and neuter your immigrant now to prevent unwanted abuse of social services. And get yourself done while you're there at the clinic. Don't leave the Earth to future generations, let the Earth be free of future generations! Polar bears can't use flag shirts.
PS. No, your kids are great. Really. Just take 'em to the vet and get 'em fixed.

Penn and Teller