Screw the Olympics, we took Bronze at the Saratoga!!!
Monster Mike says, "Eat your heart out lemmings!"
Screw the Olympics, we took Bronze at the Saratoga!!!
So Friday night Beth and I went to the Rams game.
Having given fair warning, the Gods decree that I shalt exercise; like it or not:
As free human beings we can use our unique intelligence to try to understand ourselves and our world. But if we are prevented from using our creative potential, we are deprived of one of the basic characteristics of a human being.
If you don't like the photo essay format that is evolving on this blog, my sister has a short but succinct message for you!
My friend Tim the alien had an odd affect on Bob and Michelle
Ok, I must admit that the book has gotten a great deal better. Alobar’s encounter with Pan was a weak bit, but things have improved markedly from there and we have an odd passage that is in dialogue with my Buddhist musings, which were mused before Buddhism appeared in the text – but the theme of desire and the relationship of desire to individuality was there from the outset. Alobar’s lover Kundra responds to his rather harsh critique of Buddhism as a half-life in search of no-life with the following, “The word desire suggests that there is something that we do not have. If we have everything already, then there can be no desire, for there is nothing left to want. I think that what the Buddha may have been trying to tell us is that we have it all, each of us, all the time; therefore, desire is simply unnecessary… To eliminate the agitation and disappointment of desire, we need but awaken to the fact that we have everything we want and need right now” (pg.115). What I really need is a job I can accomplish in a single hour everyday that pays all my bills, so I can spend the rest of the time reading and writing. Can I be Borges when I grow up? Karl, please awaken to the fact that you have everything you need and want right now.
Today’s post in which unfortunately my bathroom read, Roland Barthes’ Mythologies, creeps into my writing style, doing for the fine art of junk shopping what Roland did to the World Wide Wrestling Federation:
I am a scheduled person – weekend preview:
Can your browser handle this panoramic shot of Bob and my brother Kris on our famous Milwaukee pub tour?
A fellow anti-Bush voter sent these to me and I pass them along for your amusement:
Mercury is in retrograde until September 2nd:
Here’s an odd one, we had a huge storm yesterday and I got home to find a distraught Mary Beth without phone service. MB spends a fair amount of time in our kitchen on the phone with her long distance thang. We had no dial tone, just silence and some faint crackles on the line. When I tried to call us from my cell I got a busy signal. I called SWB and went through their automated help line to schedule service. The computer promised me that service would be restored by six pm Tuesday. I then left for bowling.
I am out of the habit of the morning write. I was up at six am today though, so I have the time window if not the drive of familiarity. I am sleepy and alergized so don’t expect much more than the sometime recap. Friday night Angela and I had V, Taylor, and V’s new charge Camilla over for a sit down meal. Camilla brought me a bottle of high end Pisco from Chile and thereby made the exact right impression.
When Mary bought her house it was a drab winter day...
So Gunter has to make a dramatic entrance, being a sacred critter and all...
Wind up toys are decelerating, but clearly I am still tightly wound:
Another fine film from our friends at Angry Alien:
Public Plan # 374.4-2
More memes - the kids seem to like the memes
I was reading an interview with Tom Robbins yesterday and it raised some issues for me. I had done a web search on the anniversary of Elvis’ death to determine whether or not he had died in the can while reading Robbins’ book Another Roadside Attraction. There is an apparent case for this being the King’s final read. Anyway, the interview is fairly interesting and raises a point I have been considering as regards the activity of blogging. William Gibson, author of Neuromancer, was maintaining a blog and discontinued it as he began to write a novel, stating that bloging undermines the building of pressure needed to write a novel. Robbins makes a point about the importance of anonymity and suggests that if he had it to do over he would write/live like Salinger or Pynchon so that biography would not overly inform artistic appreciation. He wishes he knew less about the biographies of his favorite writers. If I do want to write longer pieces should I tank the blog and redirect my energy, while at the same time erasing my personal history as Robbins advises, obscuring the facts of my life to elevate the images of my fiction?
Ah nostalgia, the shoebox of pictures has kicked out a few topical shots for Jen.
Boredom is a sad and dangerous thing that sometimes results in couplets:
Plans & plans within plans.
A few weeks ago Angela’s Mother’s SUV had a flat not far from here, they were on their way to Angela’s nephew’s birthday. I grabbed my tools and headed up to where they had pulled off the road and got the tire off no problem. The spare tire was another matter. In this particular make the spare hangs under the car and needs to be lowered by a cable pulley system, the directions for which are quite incomplete. One is expected to remove a small plastic cap in the bumper, extend the jack handle two and a half feet blind in the under carriage of the car and magically locate the winch by feel – it does have a small cone in front of it like the dog collar they give to animals who lick their own asses too much, but even that genius addition wasn’t much help. One cannot eyeball it from underneath as the tire is in the way.
I awoke to discover that my basement is flooded with sewage. I have long viewed this Mercury retrograde business as yet another foibile of my new age cohorts, but I am beginning to wonder.
I've been hanging out a fair bit with my nephew Trev of late
Seth wanted me to post pictures of my "biker" youth on the firetrails of our north Wisconsin tree farm - so here you are - various shots with young Karl, hipster Karl, and uncle Karl and nephew Taylor (he's fourteen now so these are old shots).
Congratulations Jason & Tif on the birth of their daughter Triton
Mercury in retrograde hits with a vengeance:
I'm in print again workin for THE MAN.
The downside of taking ten days off of work is that when you return your desk is overflowing with one million three hundred and seventy eight things that need doing YESTERDAY! My to-do list just keeps getting longer even as I multitask through many immediate threats. I will not be caught up for several days I imagine. Deby handed me a folder when she walked in the door and we haven’t stopped adding to it – job security is evidenced by how much work is considered your province and yours alone. It will be a bit I am sure before I work up the notes that I took while traveling into something to post here, as we have rejoined a life that was already in progress. We also have to wait for the film to get developed as I did not take the digital camera with me – it belongs to work so I only get to play with it when they don’t need it – I was of course disappointed to see that it hadn’t moved from where I left it ten days ago, but there you have it, not my toy.
I am half a country away from my own bed, I have 130 dollars to get me home and last me until the fifteenth of the month, my nephew will be here at 9:30 to ferry me to Stockton and Mary and I hope to be on the road by noon. We have no intricate plan beyond aiming ourselves in the direction we need to go. We are, as I always do, winging it.
I actually didn't bring a camera on this trip so I am going fishing for links. We are really close to Folsom and my first day here we ate at The Balcony breakfast place pictured here and I faced the red painted wall that you also see in these pictures.
In this vacation I have just offered myself and accepted the position of visiting scholar. There is no pay but room and board has been provided as well as some transportation costs.
I just did something that I haven’t done in years. I exercised. Of course I walk the dog and do other things that are technically in the vicinity of healthful activity, but they do not compare to riding a tandem beachcomber style bike for miles and miles while pulling two forty pound twins behind you in a cart; brothers pulling brothers, sort of fun both conceptually and actually.
the United Nations!
Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to
completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be a long
way to go. You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each
other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of
beating each other about the head and torso. Sometimes it works and sometimes
it doesn't, and you get very schizophrenic as a result. But your heart
is in the right place, and sometimes also in New York.
face="Times New Roman">Take the Country
Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
Yesterday we went to the Jack Russell brewpub and got sloshed on scotch ale – here’s a review. When we got back I made a vat of gumbo, which I don’t think was a big hit, as neither of them had had it before. I had three bowls and think it was one of my best batches in some time, I hope they don’t just pitch the leftovers. The kids had eggs. Andy and Vick were polite about it, but anyway maybe I’ll make something more mainstream tonight if they let me near the kitchen. Andy and I got up early today and golfed eighteen at a local course, vacation=golf. We’re in the process of making breakfast burritos and the kids are at the park with mom. Soon I think a nap and then I’ll earn my keep later today by gardening and hanging some valances.
Tales of vacation: