Wednesday, March 29, 2006

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OK, I have to say that I love craigslist . Where else can you find such a high concentration of people deluded into thinking they can find a taker on their moldy piles of "collectibles." Particularly the swinging used CD/DVD market. "I have a bunch of CDs. How does $50 sound?"

as my friend PG says.. "Totally. I LOVE DVDs and CDs! It makes no difference what's on them - I just can't get enough of those shiny disks!"

I somewhat agree. But my tastes are slightly more gourmet.

Me, I happen to love box-of-water-damaged-all-types-of-music for sale. That's my favorite genre! I wonder if Wall of Sound has a section in their store for that kind of stuff.

Like today, craigslist has brought me not one, but two gentlemen from Tacoma that have a box-of-water-damaged-all-types-of-music for sale! Sorry I'm typing so fast, but I'm scrambling for my wallet right now!

So, what.. whenever it rains in the area, one can assume that some desperate Tacoma dudes will sell their box of CDs they left out in the rain when they were drunkenly working on their '87 Chevy Nova?

I think I'll need to buy a storage shed for all these purchases!

Friday, March 24, 2006

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I received this mail today from my good friend Emm Golden. Quite a poet that Golden. SIGH. All that talent gone to waste just forwarding messages around. As a society, we just don't celebrate the visionaries like we once did.

overturn this purple the carnation seasoning, indeed.

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- Emm Golden, 2006

Saturday, March 11, 2006

this pretty much says it all

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Animal Facts, by Philippe ( age 5 )

OK, this is a older one, but just in case anyone missed it.

How could you? That would be like missing a hippo's ass!

Don't forget Philippe's blog.. although it hasn't been updated for some time.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

RIP Ali Farka Touré

Very saddened today to hear of Ali Farka Touré's passing..

Apart from Fela, and King Sunny Ade, I'm no aficionado of African music, but I do know I've spent many many evenings of listening to this incredible African blues guitarist's music... most notably Ali Farka Touré, Talking Timbuktu, and The River.

If anyone hasn't heard these records I urge you to do so! His playing is so natural, fluid, and soulful... you can literally just buy one and put it on repeat and never get tired of it.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006


Colin surprised me this morning when he got up on the table and began to sing this urgent parable of kitten cold war. It was.. most illuminating... I had no idea what was happening on the front lines of the utility room. I mean, I knew that Trixie sometimes gets a little confused about certain instinctual behavorisms, but... damn!

sung to the tune of "Russians" by Sting:

In Europe and America, there's a growing stink like ammonia
Exposed to everyone this nasty smell
In the sandboxes of the ne'er-do-wells
Mrs. Trixie said I won't bury poo
I don't subscribe to this exposed 'doo
It would be such a p'stinky thing to do
If the Kittens love their clean air too

How can I save my little nose from Trixie's most deadly pose
There is no magical cover-up
When I start to retch I will throw up
We share the same biology
Regardless of hygiene-o-logy
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Kittens love clean air too

We share the same biology
Regardless of hygiene-o-logy
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Kittens love clean air too