Aside

Ladies and Gents
With no recompense
I now bring you Rustie®
For long life she is lusty
And that in the present-tense!

Roses are Red, Back roads are Dusty; I’ll tell ya, Fred: I sure love my RUSTIE® !!!

She was GREAT in the snow
One of many good points
But, well you know,
She had buggered U-joints!

But that wasn’t so bad
And she didn’t get nixed
We knew we just had
To go get ’em fixed!

Thus onward and upward of Rustie® I’ve railed;
so check out this VID – this guy has it NAILED!


Aside

Way back in 1986, I had a little bit o’ scratch, and it was looking for a home. Having been ‘honorably’ discharged from our dear Navy 3 years earlier, I’d saved a small nest egg – way too small to consider purchasing a house or even remotely new car. So what to do? Buy house-sized speakers, of course!! Therefore, when a tiny ad appeared in the local paper for ‘Klipschorn’, I just HAD to call the guy. Of course, it not being listed in the plural, I thought he only had one speaker for sale, but no, he had a pair! (Guys, no pun intended) The listed price was $1800.00! And believe me, that seemed like a lot of dough at the time. And indeed it was for this struggling lad with a bootstrap tree business. It set me back quite a bit at first . . until I plugged ’em in!

It was 1977 when friend Todd and I happened upon these babies at Sound Studio on Concord Pike – a firm which, I’d suppose, has by now gone the way of the dodo as well as Circuit City.
The Kipschorns in this setting were tucked into a tiny back room – far too small for their Ford Excursion-like girth – and were, fortunately, hooked up to a shiny McIntosh tube amplifier, the audiophile’s plum in its day.
Together with some fancy-ass German turntable and some other accouterments, the system carried a hefty $ 7000.00 price tag.

HOPKO

Grabbed a domain; no idea what I was doing
but copped it anyway, and before today
had gotten started scribe-screwing
and think I’ll keep it clean
after all, this scene
has enough porn
and mental snuff-flicks
nasty comments in lame forums
shock-jocks gettin’ lascivious-ass kicks
and any perverted, demented shit-stink dog-pile
to make even the most jaded, faded observer gag bile.

So this page (after I learn this stuff)
will hopefully contain poetic diatribes
interspersed with pictorial ones
totally original, especially the pix!!
No plagiarism could enter THAT picture!

Dredge swabbed from this thing between my ears
will be inspired perhaps
by the MOST brilliant thinker/writer I’ve recently read
named Buckminster Fuller
who’s stunning, stream-of-consciousness essay
entitled, “How Little I Know”

has been an inspiration.
I’ve gotten to page 16 or so
in typically unfocused, mind-wandering aberration.

And one thing’s for sure: if BUCKY knows ‘LITTLE’.
that means I know NOTHING!
So although I can only walk in his massive shadow,
I’ll make use of this massive storage facility
known as the Web
to spin a few of my own. — DAH 2-24-12

On Charlotte’s Webpage I’ll likely frown
when told to put this mouse-thing down
So addictive, yes, and pleasant
To the fingers in the present
Plinking at the best of these
Ancient laptop’s keyboard keys
Trolling, strolling W3C‘s
Six tabs open, if you please
Better cut it on the double
Lest stay too long — and get in trouble! — DAH 6-01-12

Now look, here’s
a post two damn years
that’s been, well, in the making.
So truth be told
If I be so bold
experience I’m FAKING.

But I’ll post a screed
for no one to read
because, well, I’m a ham;
and again, with truth
if I be so uncouth
seems all I get is SPAM!
DAH — 4-27-14

Bloggin’ is for people with way too much time on their hands

How could it be any different? Could anyone argue with this fact? Or prove otherwise? Moreover, what would bloggers be doing with all the time they spend blogging if blogging didn’t exist?

Think back to pre-Windows® 95 days. What were many of us doing THEN? I’d venture the vast majority of us weren’t pecking away on PC’s; they were way too expensive, unreliable and frustrating to learn. Of course even for those intrepid enough to venture into the consumer-level PC offering, only boring, colorless spreadsheets and stripped down writing and paint applications existed
for use on those clunky boxes. In short, a waste of electricity. Better to go work in the garden!

In the spring of 1983, my friend Todd, a budding systems analyst at DuPont Company, had put together a $5000.00 system that, in retrospect, could barely get out of its own way. In the realm of personal computing, he was definitely the exception, not the rule!

Fast forward to now: we spend way, way too much time sitting on our fannies, pounding out largely useless correspondence that will most likely never be read – at least not by anyone important enough to make a difference. And keep in mind that it takes time to read stuff, too. Was it John F. Kennedy who quipped, “nobody reads?”

Judging from a sampling of the more voluminous post-age I’ve run across, some bloggers have nothing BUT time. One thing seems clear: more than a few of them are pecking away on the boss’s nickel – at work! All the better to enjoy it, then – when you’ve 8 hours to kill. Time in that case isn’t so precious.

I’ve seen the precursor to this, way back in the early 80’s, before even email was anywhere near ubiquitous. I visited a buddy at his workplace, passing some other offices on the way. In one, a dude was sitting at his desk, engrossed in a lively onscreen session of what appeared to be a version of Pac-Man. After about an hour, I passed by again on the way out. The dude was still goin’ at it! Flash forward twenty-six years, and he could have been Tweeting or blogging his memoirs to the tune of a couple of reams a month.

I wondered out loud how much he was pulliin’ down…..maybe thirty-five grand a year?

But back to this bloggiing/time thing: Hey, we’re all writers now, eh? Anyone with a keyboard can slam text and enjoy the livin’ shit out of it. And as I’ve come to like, even dia-lup is viable as long as you’re not working with a ton of images.

And for me, the added satisfaction is in knowing that this free, idle time spent philosophizing online is truly my own. Being self-employed, if there’s time to blog, it’s really MY time; free, fun time – to fritter away as I please!

Got a couple ‘o hours to waste? To quote the Shrub: “Bring ’em on.”

But utility or usefulness – making the world a better place through any given insouciant ramblings – isn’t the point of this medium, which should be free from tedium. I’m beginning to ‘get’ that.

In fact, unless you’re a large, already established news media conglomerate, an arts & entertainment pub or physician’s association seeking a hipper, more casual, or ‘on-the-side’ method of communicating to the masses, blogging may be the only way to get your ass out there and THROWIN’ DOWN!

Who cares if what you put out gets taken in? To reiterate: we’re all writers now; get over it! And as the Web’s newly appointed philosopher-kings, we have an obligation, and that is to make maximum use of all this free storage! And what better way to do that than to utilize WordPress’s top-quality rich text editor?

I’ll expound on this and solve other problems with the universe in future posts, enjoying, however temporarily, this blip in time ‘twixt winter lull and bust-ass spring labors. And when the latter happens, you might not hear from me for 6 months.

Hey, I ain’t no Wendell Berry!

But after all, we call this place a farm; yet for all intents and purposes, it’s mostly a full-time job. But hey, it’s paid for.

d

Down in the friggin’ dumps

No matter how the water pumps

this friggin’ winter we’re down in the dumps!

Of course it’s nice the water flows

and this is how the story goes:

We braved the ice and snow this year

no Florida sun, no fun we fear!

We drank many a cup as the dishes piled up,

fed the birds, cleaned up dog-turds

read some books and forgot most words

sent a few faxes and pondered our taxes…..

They ran some serious specials on tax prep software this January, but we didn’t bite.

And on that gnat note, we bid you good night!

d

Life in the Glare of El Sol

When in Florida, do as Floridians do. Or so goes that overworked, dull-ass paraphrased saw.

When here, it’s interesting how few people are outside, fercrissakes. Why is it that everyone seems to hole up in their caves when the weather is so awesome, so nurturing, so inviting as to envelop you in a veritable blanket of warmth? This phenomenon sure is puzzling for a Yankee pink-nosed boy who just got done moving large piles of snow around his yard as the temps ranged from the teens at night to mid-30’s in daytime.

But hide they do – inside walled fortresses of pink or white, where a few palm trees poke skyward as if to say ‘well, at least there are SOME trees here’.

The palms, of course, provide no shade whatsoever. But that’s precisely their allure: who the hell moves here to stay in the shade? Yet therein lies the catch-22 of my initial observations: why so few folks outside?

We love it here, and relish the opportunity to get down for a visit, though wonder if we could live here long term. Employment wouldn’t be a problem. In fact, as of last year, ’twas mentioned by cohorts that the unemployment rate was 2%!

So even for a moderately skilled laborer/handyman and his gentle skilled spouse – neither of which have college degrees – there would be gainful employment available. At least on the sunny side of the street.

As a tree fan, what a treat it was to stumble upon this massive arboricultural/botanical trove:

http://plants.usda.gov/

When in Doubt, Give a Shout!

Greetinx;

As per usual tradition, this post will have no lasting temporal meaning, and possibly exert zero impact on the general human condition. Hey, being buried in snow can have that effect.

But today, an interesting piece landed in our inbox, and I hope to paste a link to it hereby:

http://www.guaranteedhealthcare.org/

The gist? Our ever-indefatigable tree stump vice president Dick Cheney’s extravagant sick-care tab and its implications for the rest of us..

In short, if he were anyone else, he’d probably be dead by now.