Editorials

i'm having a real hard time here and, if i were you, i wouldn't bother with this shit; i'd go watch oprah .... or have a miller lite .... or rub bacon grease in my hair .... or figure out who the fuck jen is ..... no, this one's been really hard to write, and it's all about cognitive dissonance ... i've got cognitive dissonance in a big way, and i can't resolve it ....

i'll be doing a live radio broadcast with michael lindner on bass and tim gahagan on drums on saturday, november 3 ..... we'll be doing West Coast Live!, where they've misspelled my name .... i've seen worse, though ....

you can check to see if there's a radio station that broadasts in your area by checking here: http://www.wcl.org/affiliates.html

broadcast starts at 10 am, live from rancho nicasio .....

i recently finished a rock wall that i've been working on; it's drywall construction, built up out of lava rocks .... the rocks limn a slope and, when the rocks had settled in place i filled the declivity behind them with potting soil, soil amendment to break up the clay underneath it, and compost from my compost heap .... oh, don't go thinking that i'm some kind of organo freak; i spray my roses: the only reason i compost now is that the compost container was a wedding present ....

think about that: a compost heap for a wedding present!

in the aftermath of the petraeus-crocker dog and pony show, the American Person was asked how he "felt" about it .... you know how the "media" is always asking how people "feel;" that's because we're no longer capable of thought and, because we're so emotionally impoverished, we have to live vicariously through the feelings of others .....

but i digress .....

he replied, "the dog ate my ability to think critically and dispassionately; then the dog ate the independent media and all the independent journalists ....."