Equinox verging
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Posted:Aug 30, 2010 1:43 pm
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Equinox Beckoning
Golden Light shines
Multi coloured layers of the Mesa
Yesterday The Talkie Hawkie showed of
His new family
Like his dad did those years ago
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July
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Posted:Jul 30, 2010 2:24 pm
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July
Hurricane's in the Gulf
Dark Lavender
Underbellies of clouds Towering
Streaks and palpable hard
Rods of hot clear light
Burst in Fans in the sky Glorious
Sun going down
Strata Cumuli
Lit
Otherworldly
Swollen Teats below
Boiling up hail
Enough to make the elk cringe
The mountain forgets summer
Thunder crash
Even the bear
Seeks shelter
In hopes to dream
Of winter's slumber
CLH, DeWitt's End, 07/02/10
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Morning's Commute
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Posted:Jul 29, 2010 7:57 am
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Long radius curve
Caoncito Hill
In the Lush Greens
Of the Median
A Redtail Strikes
My Day begins
In Beauty
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Do you remember when?
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Posted:Jul 28, 2010 11:30 am
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Do you Remember?
When
Headed West
Facing East
Thumb in the breeze
Sunset in our Hair
Catching dreams of rides
Riding Dreams we Caught
Surfing on waves of Divinity
We left no turn unstoned.
Can you remember that smell
sweet perfume
of a morning's mist on tipi's canvas,
soft scent of woodsmoke
last night's meal
and the morning's coffee,
that we''ll brew
after making love
again
in the cool of the morning
a meadow lark sings.
Yeah well that was a while ago and 'tho' life might'a come around
and families and the whole catastrophe
It's not like we've forgotten,
or look to those days
as the only days
of joys resplendent,
it's the idealism and the faith
that we can and that it, still, is up to us
to make this a world worth living.
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Facebook silliness V1.5
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Posted:Feb 16, 2009 3:35 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2010 3:30 pm
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I’ve been spending waaay too much time on Fadebook.
It could be argued that the reasons are good and true.
An insane reunion of tens of my old friends from my marvelously miss spent youth. Its turned out a little freaky how well we all still connect after almost thirty years. Old friends and lovers reunited and all kinds a’lovely stuff. One of these old lovers I’ve written about and shows up on one of earlier posts. She still fondly remembers the Quaker woods and I am delighted to find that a love of almost thirty years still glows.
These are from Facebook silliness.
25 Random Things
Weeelll Ahhll right there, Pilgrim, I’uh’ain’t’a’gon’uh tag nobody ‘cause you ahhlready know who you are......
Sort’a inspired by my current romantic situation (like none)
1) One of my favorite alter egos is Beau Livious, kind of a spoonerism. See, believe it or not, I hardly ever make the first romantic advance, always too concerned that I might offend, and I’m really pathetic at picking up “cues”. Never picked up anyone in a bar that I can remember (and I have a weird/good memory for a lot of things), although I’ve allowed myself to be picked up, maybe three, maybe five times. And Yes, my dearly beloved women friends, men can be picked up as an aggressive action from women, it can happen, really.
2) The last could constitute as more than one thing.
3) Some of my first Icons of feminine beauty were, in no particular order or rank, Corretta Scott King, Diana Rigg, Cher & Angela Davis. I can’t think of a time that I was not mesmerized by feminine beauty. I was incorrigible from the time I was two and one half,,,,at least.
4) Being amongst the most tragic and ardent of heterosexuals I was not able to recognize a handsome man until I was in my thirties.
5) I share a birthday with Marisa Tomei, Jeff Bridges, Francisco Franco & Crazy , on my more irascible days I think that’s significant.
6) When I was a I wanted to be first mate of Calypso. I know, get in line, dorkface.
7) Kate Winslet in the film “Hideous Kinky” was such a shocking living reincarnation of my Mummy in every kind of way it kind of haunts me.
 When I was five or six I had the most vivid dream of kissing my last long term mate.
9) We courted for six months before she metaphorically dragged me, by my hair, into her lair and had her way with me, Damn that Beau Livious, anyway.
10) I’m blind in my left eye and therefor have no depth perception but I can run a saw (without rocking out) and swing a maul as if there was no tomorrow.
11) don’t ever think my misspellings are that. Although I couldn’t spell if my life depended on it,
as much as not they’re intentional. Like when I call wealthy people “the effluent”.
12) I was thought to be autistic as a small , I didn’t talk until I was way past two years old but mummy tells me I could understand “get the blue sweater out of the middle drawer on the left” from the time I could walk.
13) The summer before I was to attend kindergarten in the states my brother, acting in his typically diabolical way, convinced me that I need to know how to read by the time school started. So I taught myself using the “Little Bear” books.
14) I’m a huge fan of the words Dichotomy, Paradox and Irony.
15) As a I was horrifically shy. Mummy oft wore this blue Grecian cloak. She looked like a freak with a parasitical twin’s legs hanging out of it.
16) Whilst making the passage betwixt Cylla & Charybdis in a most terrible storm at the age of five my family was the only one that wasn’t hurling to beat the band.
17) I wanted to use the word Horrific on that last one too.
1 I think horrific would have been a more appropriate word than “terrible” in 16 but I’m loathe to edit too much.
19) Between the beginning of Fall and end of Spring Turkey Season I wear a Stetson “Gun Club”
XXXX, colour Acorn. They last about four/five years each, I’m currently on number five or six. This year I went from a seven and one quarter to seven and one half. I don't know what got into my head.
20) You can call my hats “New Mexico Hair Pieces”.
21) Yes, I do realize that I’m not being too clever in trying to fluff up my numbers with inanities.
22) I can’t believe how many extraordinarily, shockingly and insanely beautiful women have loved me. I am eternally humbled.
23) My conscience is constantly struggling between the souls of my mother’s whackillly aristocratic English family and my daddy’s American Pioneer family. Guess which holds sway?
24) Both sides of my family have long, if oft interrupted, Quaker heritages.
25) My are my heroes.
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Facebook silliness V1.4
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Posted:Feb 16, 2009 3:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2010 3:30 pm
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I’ve been spending waaay too much time on Fadebook.
It could be argued that the reasons are good and true.
An insane reunion of tens of my old friends from my marvelously miss spent youth. Its turned out a little freaky how well we all still connect after almost thirty years. Old friends and lovers reunited and all kinds a’lovely stuff. One of these old lovers I’ve written about and shows up on one of earlier posts. She still fondly remembers the Quaker woods and I am delighted to find that a love of almost thirty years still glows.
These are from Facebook silliness.
One Word and Personal.
Type only ONE word answers
It's harder than you think!! Here is what you are supposed to do...and please don't spoil the fun...copy and paste into your own note, type in your answers and tag a bunch of people - including me.
Where is your cell phone? .....breast pocket
Your hair .........thinning
Your father? ........ love
Your favorite thing? ...........water (from previous, good suggestion)
Your dream last night?.... erotic
Your favorite drink? ...........water
Your dream/goal? ........... balance
The room you are in? ......office loft
Your fear? ......... entrapment
Where do you want to be in 6 years?..... home
Muffins? ............ poppysed?
One of your wish list items?.......... whites boots
Where you grew up? ........ faculty brat
The last thing you did? ...... consolt
What are you wearing?.......whites boots
Your TV?..........none
Your pets? ........ poodle & pooches and photovoltaics, that ain't one guldurned word! How can you answer a plural question widd one guldurned wurd?
Your computer? .....Akita built
Your life? ......... satisfying
Your mood? .......cautious
Missing someone? ......yes
Your car? ...the BFS Dreadnaught
Favorite store?.....Bailey's
Your summer? .....busy
Your favorite color? ........tawniesgreens
When is the last time you laughed? .....seconds ago
Last time you cried? ...... yesterday
Three people who email me? ..........dawnbeccamummy
Three of my favorite foods? ........elk venison veggies
Three places I would rather be right now? .....higher hills, home, outside
Three people I think will respond? .......ain't'a'tagger since I quit writing "FUCK THE STATE" in magic markers on bathroom walls.
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Facebook silliness V1.3
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Posted:Feb 16, 2009 3:30 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2009 4:25 pm
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I’ve been spending waaay too much time on Fadebook.
It could be argued that the reasons are good and true.
An insane reunion of tens of my old friends from my marvelously miss spent youth. Its turned out a little freaky how well we all still connect after almost thirty years. Old friends and lovers reunited and all kinds a’lovely stuff. One of these old lovers I’ve written about and shows up on one of earlier posts. She still fondly remembers the Quaker woods and I am delighted to find that a love of almost thirty years still glows.
These are from Facebook silliness.
Word Share
Rules: It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag a few people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real . . . nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.
1. What is your name: Colin (therefore this ain’t difficult so I’ll try Cu words and see if I blow a synapse or two) the "U" After my friend who asked me to do this Ursula
2. A four Letter Word: Curr (Hah! Had ya going there didn’t 
3. A girl’s Name: Cuthbertina (it’s a real name did cheat a little bit T’was my great granny’s maiden name too, minus the tina. Means brilliant)
4. A boy’s Name: Cullen (this isn’t too hard when one dredges Scotts)
5. An occupation: Curandera(o), culinary artist, hah!
6. A color: Cu=cuprum=copper that was a real cheat, first I had Cucumber, but that was better downstream....
7. Something you wear: Cuff links
8. A food: Cucumber
9. Something found in the bathroom: curves
10. A place: CU, mummy’s last American University
11. A reason for being late: Cumbersome traffic
12. Something you shout: Curses, Red Baron!!!!
13. A movie title: Curiosity Kills That’s the cheated one came up with ...Curse of the....(what was that Pirates film...)..Black Pearl! First but I had just used “Curse”
14. Something you drink: a “Cupa” really ask any Palmy bastard what they drink- Tea
15. A musical group: The Cure
16. An animal: Cut throat trout. A New Mexico e’speciality.
17. A street name: Cumberland
18. A type of car: Ok, I’m stumped.
19. The title of a song: Cupid (Sam Cook)
Wow, that really was a bit of a chore.....
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Facebook silliness V1.2
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Posted:Feb 16, 2009 3:26 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2009 11:59 am
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I’ve been spending waaay too much time on Fadebook.
It could be argued that the reasons are good and true.
An insane reunion of tens of my old friends from my marvelously miss spent youth. Its turned out a little freaky how well we all still connect after almost thirty years. Old friends and lovers reunited and all kinds a’lovely stuff. One of these old lovers I’ve written about and shows up on one of earlier posts. She still fondly remembers the Quaker woods and I am delighted to find that a love of almost thirty years still glows.
These are from Facebook silliness.
25 Lies
Instructions: Copy this paragraph, and then write 25 fictitious things about
yourself underneath it. To keep people guessing, feel free to include one or two true,
but implausible things, as well as one or two false but plausible things. Please
modify the instructions slightly, by adding, modifying or removing rules, except for
this one. Do not follow your own instructions correctly. Tag a bunch of
your friends to spread the lies.
1. I married my High School Sweetheart..
2. We are planning our Fortieth Anniversary.
3. None’ya’s are invited.
4. Blessed with an incredible singing voice I also have perfect pitch & rhythm.
5. I play several instruments including the Tuba.
6. I’ve been published in several periodicals of note.
7. I’ve had the pleasure of traveling back in time & meeting myself in my teens, the little f@$!er hated me.
8. My poodle and I were classmates with Jane Fonda at a doggie obedience class .
9. I remain a vegetarian, after all these years, and only hunt to satisfy a bloodlust and to make me feel like I’m more endowed than I am.
10. I have a damn good reason to feel that way.
11. I dropped out of Quaker Seminary to join the Marines.
12. Whilst at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame’s bar I drink more water than Red Tail Ale.
13. Eggplant & Bananas are my favoritest foods
14. I returned to University and am now a doctor of Philosophy.
15. That’s why ever’one calls me Professor Holloway.
16. My older brother has Down’s syndrome, even if he didn’t he’d be really stupid and I hate him.
17. As a I drew up schematics for what would now be called a “hybrid” car. One of mummy’s students said it was a really stupid idea.
18. I feel very inferior when it comes to jobs requiring a technical head and an astute mind.
19. I voted for Ronald Reagan and I’m still proud of it and wish that we would name our capital after him.
20. I am an innate speller and have won several spelling bea competitions.
21. I hate language and feel as if I have each eye in minuscule hydraulic presses every time I have to read.
22. I had a wild affair with one of John McCain’s nieces..
23. And his little too.
24. There is a rather large centipede crawling down my shirt
25. At least I now have something to snack on.
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Facebook silliness V1.0
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Posted:Feb 16, 2009 3:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 10:10 am
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I’ve been spending waaay too much time on Fadebook.
It could be argued that the reasons are good and true.
An insane reunion of tens of my old friends from my marvelously miss spent youth. Its turned out a little freaky how well we all still connect after almost thirty years. Old friends and lovers reunited and all kinds a’lovely stuff. One of these old lovers I’ve written about and shows up on one of earlier posts. She still fondly remembers the Quaker woods and I am delighted to find that a love of almost thirty years still glows.
These are from Facebook silliness.
So here's the deal: you type "(your first name) needs" in your favorite search engine and see what you get. It's kind of a giggle.
* Colin delays cuz hez a woman nd needs to grow some testicles ^_^ (scheise, if that ain't a way to start.)
* Colin needs to feel success in school and safe and supported (yeah and tell that twerp above he's a fig bat bully)
* Colin Powell's Wife Alma told reporters today that her husband "Colin needs to forget about his crazy dream of being a juggler and ...(but is he really a Colin if he pronounces his name as if it t'were a body part?)
*Colin needs a new show! ...
* "Colin Needs a Bath" (Hey man, I got better, I got a Bosch on demand water heater)
* Colin needs first-team football to clinch his World Cup ticket (boring, Sydney)
* Colin Needs is on Facebook (poor bastard, I hope he isn't my age and growed up in 'Murrka in the 60s)
* Colin Farrell Disses Britney )PPPPLLLPPPT!)
* A Walk in the Rain: Colin Needs Excitement (now that's more like it)
* Colin, needs careful scrutiny......(*'<>?)
* Colin needs a cut (been 34+years)
* Colin needs whisky (single malt, thanks, none of that boorish corn stuff)
* Colin needs your phone number cause his old phone DIED. (yeah right)
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Warning! Warning! Beware Will Robinson! Way too deep stuff aproaches!
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Posted:Dec 16, 2008 11:48 am
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2009 11:44 am
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So following is a "meditation", I guess one might say on a subject that has taken up a great deal of my soul over the last decades.
You see, back about twenty years ago, I was this giant of a guy. Weighed about 250 and I had a 32-34" waist. I was known for these insane feats of strength.
I was at an intellectual/creative/artistic peak as well.
Kind of always still thought that you get what you give.
Kind of never contemplated the abuse in my past.
You see, I just hadn't a clue that I could be abused. Why the hell would anyone want too? How the hell could anyone pull it off?
Yeah well, ya know. Those classic things, your partner uses all the manipulative tools in her box to control your existence, limits your friends, limits your contacts, demands you to take sides with her personal conflicts, is insanely critical of the way you breath.
I had been running my forestry business, building our house. I'd go into town only on Fridays to deliver product. Other than that I'd hit asphalt for about a hundred yards before turning back up into the mountains to my cutting hill.
I had even quit listening to NPR after Linda Wortheimer was quoted as saying "What would Otto say?"(referring to Reagan's Propaganda Tsar Otto Reich) when there was a question as to a report being unflattering to the administration. I was pretty damn isolated.
For some reason my wife would only accept me to be in the company of my gaggle of cute boy protege/employees.
But after years of not being allowed to make the slightest noise while eating, she'd pinch the living shit out of me for the slightest spoon slurp and on and on, it finally came to me one day.
My boy had gotten a ride home (he was living with me at the time) from his mom, no one was there so he let himself in to show mom his new computer. My partner came by and apparently lost her shit all over the place, even physically threatening A, which was kind of a joke, really. My boy didn't feel safe in his own home. So and mom take off.
I came home soon after to face a livid, raving lunatic.
What a dumbshit. It finally strikes me "Gee, this is abuse".
She even went as far as to pummel my back as I left to chase down my . When I got to him, sure enough, he was completely shaken and traumatised. A was as close to tears as she gets.
And so it began.
It was funny as it was my wife who would vehemently assert that she was abused in not being allowed piano lessons as a . I never knew what to think about that, she never spoke of any abuse coming from her dad (they're the only abusers in a family,,,,right?) but her mom was a trip, cruel in that quiet way. Funny that dad was a station chief in Tehran in the 60s.....
So this got me started on a couple decades of contemplation. In particular because all my significant partners since have been survivors and perpetrators of abuse in different ways. One was sexually abused and physically & emotionally abusive, one was physically abused and physically and emotionally abusive and the last sexually abused and very subtly emotionally abusive.
The last is also an exceptional person and I believe will, ultimately, get a grip on herself as she's the only on to recognize her problem. The first is gone.
So as the last few years have gone on and one hears the words of folks like Maher Ar(r)ar, and others who have suffered under the rendition program, I've finally a context of example. 'Course I would never claim that what I went through was anything like that but when you listen to what these poor guys have to say they, so eloquently, express what it is to be a man and to be abused.
So Below is something that kind of erupted out of me.
I've got to say that its kind of an exorcism, plenty more work to be done for sure. Something that I'm able to express, now, after recent loose ends have had a beautiful bow tied off on.
Forgiveness-
I’ve never known where prose ends and poetry begins
Never wanted to draw a line between the seas lit by sunsets flame
And the sky
The sun’s globe setting
Can you hear it hiss as the reflection is perfect
Half way in the oceans cradle?
Never known pentameter to dingdamneter
I sit in my humorous shack
Thinking on the cost of biodiesel and the few bills in my pocket
But my attends a Friends’ school
Though I feel as an exile
From the grey hue of hardwoods’ bark
And slow broad rivers
The legacy of old Pennsylvania Quakers
Not wild like ours
The Virginians
She resides
The Rowan tree
As if on another planet
Where guns and uniforms
Protect the insane
I must wait
Rowan was eight when she told me
That it was up to her
To watch out for her mom
She looked at me with eyes of wisdom
I fear I can never muster
This red berry headed girl
With a wisdom and depth
Unfathomable
So tender and young
Straight and graceful
Just like that tree
I planted
Years before her birth
By my well
With the Rubinias
The wisdom of ages
Patient to wait
Last to bloom
Last to turn
You know
I’d been here before
Where forgiveness
Is the only thing
That matters
And so I must wait
Like Maher Arrar
In what he called
The tomb
Wait for a time
When her bitterness is
Quiet
Rowan’s mom
When she doesn’t see
The belt of her father
When she looks at me
Or when my baby girl
Can take a break
To see me
A young adult
I must wait
In a cell of all the anger
All the pain
That has ever been
Of all the fathers
And all the mothers
That was here before
I can’t change the rule of thumb
That was before my dads’ pain
I can only be a step for others to rise
Above the sadness
Of millennia of cruelty and ignorance
Patience
This is not a sad story
It ends well
My dad sits
As Rodin’s thinking man
Beside my painted lodge
On a fine July afternoon
Folks who see this photograph always say
It looks like he has the weight of the world on him
When he died I wasn’t sure
He knew
How much I loved him
I never blamed him
It was the time and he was just another victim
Of history’s cruel fate
Never would there have been a better ally
To the cause
Of any freedom’s march
This man who grew up
In the dust
Of the Kern River valley
Generations it took to walk
Across a continent
Always on the vanguard of the fight for true freedom
Never firing a shot
But the world needed to change
My dad caught off guard
Betty Freidan’s cry
So shrill when one reads Emma Goldman
Left him shattered and alone
In a cell of pain
Like Maher Arrar
But wait
It gets better
Winter can’t go on forever
My little brother
It was like you couldn’t fill him up
No matter how many
Or who’s soul
Was poured into him
Those girls were almost enough
But he was as the east slope of the Jemez
In 1999
The tinder was set
Ladder fuels of loss
Entangled in his soul
All it took was that one needle
In the end
He never could believe
That I had forgiven him
Couldn’t believe that that was my gift
To forgive
Those many years ago
He believed the lies that were told
That men were scum
That he was scum
I tied an eagle feather in my hair
I spread his ashes
In a circle
Around a bunch of oming hippies
At the site of an old camp
For conscientious objectors
In West Virginia
Must have been Somewhere near
We started our walk to Pacific breezes
At least three hundred years ago
I believe he knew
Then
How much I love him
But wait
This is just a single malt segue
Of Hamlet
And All’s Well That Ends Well
Because
You see
It’s all about forgiveness
I was a fucked up
I knew as a little
That it was my fault
The little girl running
Just my age
Burned from some McCainiac’s napalm bomb
Dropped on
Just my age
I knew where those bombs came from
I had been tear gassed
Riot’s unintentional consequences
Drifting down from the Berkeley campus
I knew that the world was mad
That being a white boy with a dick
Made everything my fault
Mummy told me so
“You’re behaving just like your FATHER”
I was just a little
The same age as that little girl
In Viet Nam
My gift is forgiveness
I love my mummy
She could no more escape the cruelty of the early sixties
Than she could the V2 rocket
Exploding
Over her childhood’s innocence
Away from the loving comfort of her daddy’s arms
In the Blitz
My gift has been forgiveness
But you see
Here’s the rub
That little girl?
The one I bombed?
I heard her speak
She forgave me
And that love I betrayed?
So long ago
When we were young?
She has forgiven me
Also
My gift must become forgiveness
Not just for those that have broken me
But for myself as well
There is so much suffering and pain to reconcile
History’s bastards
Stomachs distended
Crying in pain
We must begin to forgive ourselves
Until we do
What real motivation is here?
To change all our ways
But Forgivenes
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A Fantasy
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Posted:Nov 21, 2008 12:57 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2009 11:44 am
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Hah!. Made you look.
I wasn’t thinking about a sexual fantasy. At least not yet.
But I do like the fact that your mind might be a bit.....lascivious, just a little, maybe.
But no, here goes with the idea of things.....
I’ve asked you to either be blindfolded (okay, stop it already, I thought I made it clear about this NOT being sexual) or stay low in the front truck seat. Its really very late, or more to the point, very early in the morning. The eastern sky is lit with a bitten moon.
We trundle down the highway. Having an inquiring and quick mind you try to figure which way we have turned. Try to figure where we might be headed. Measuring the feel of the curves and comparing it to your memory.
After a time that, typically, feels like forever because you have no way to measure the time you ask the inevitable question of “How much longer”.
You get a chuckle in return, along with “Hold on, we’ll turn off the Interstate in a moment.”, “Want to hear some Franti or something?”
A few minutes later, “It’ll get a little rough for a while”.
Both statements of “rough” and “while” seem to have nothing to do with “little”. Just before you begin to wonder just who is the lunatic or the great drooling jerk the truck lurches to a stop.
I’m grinning at you, wondering if I need remind that you agreed to this.
“Here’s a headlamp, you’ll want it”
The moon is higher now, illuminating a landscape, somehow, both familiar and completely unknown. There is a vast expanse of grass stretching to what must be the south. Forested ridges gently rising, flanking the meadow. Farther south there is a sense of hills and farther mountains but they can’t quite be made out. Immediately west and north is the bulk of a large hill, a montecito.
The feeling of familiarity and complete inability to place it is rattling in your brain.
“This way”, I say as I head to what reveals itself to be a crease, a draw in the little mountain.
“Well” you reckon “what the hell, I’m here and walking in the dark is better than not hiking at all”.
We ascend sharply, clambering up a boulder framed drainage. After going for, perhaps, fifteen minutes, the chill chased off by our exertions, the east begins to swell with the promise of a fast sunrise.
The stone’s, sandstone you notice, neglige of lichens begins to glow in that ethereal light. That nearly phosphorescent glow so entrancing, the tawny, yellows and greens.
You try to figure, again, where we could be. Not in the high country you know I love so much, not anywhere near my place, doesn’t have enough hills and canyons.
We crest up into a sort of shallow bowl, a bit disorienting as we clearly went up a little mountain. You follow me up a gentle slope to the northeast, again it seems odd, because at the beginning of the climb it did not seem as if there could be this much area in this direction, up through a little copse of dwarfed...ponderosas? Well that’s not something you see everyday.
Keeping up with my loping pace you follow me, finally, to the edge of a cliff as the sun rises.
Now you know where we are, but you never believed the view could be quite like this.
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Sword of Damocles, Alexander and the Gordian KNot
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Posted:Sep 28, 2008 6:37 pm
Last Updated:May 8, 2009 11:49 am
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I hate the word no.
Avoid using it with the kiddies.
Hated Nancy for having that be the only word she knew.
Or as Mojo Nixon would say
"I ain't gon'na peepee in a cup
so Nancy Reagan can drink it up"
But here we's got to say it.
Call your congress critter and say NO to the bailout as proposed.
You can not solve a Freidman failure with further Freidman policy.
To have the virii of Wall Street administer the redefinition/re administration of the mortgage paper out there is INSANE!!!!
What we got here is a bunch of yahoos being too chicken shit after looking up at that sword hanging from that single hair.
Nancy (Pelosi), if that sword scares you get the hell out of power and give it back to some Dionyius De Jour.
Not standing up to the insignificantly few and powerless worshipers at the alter of "Uncle Milton" is too cowardly for anyone who wishes to be the leader of a marching band to say nothing of the House.
Look, what we got here is one bonafide Gordian Knot. (OK, by now you know that mixing metaphors is much more my talent than drinks)
The Mortgage backed securities are tantamount to stuffing ever'ones house and a whole bunch of other unrelated loans and propositions and crack hallucinations into an economic Warring blender shoveling in a bunch of other shit hitting the "liquify" setting (c'mon didn't you just love that setting when you were a ) dishing it out in one one trillionth portions and calling it sugar.
Now when you got a bunch of yahoos from Wall Street 'sposed to untangle this shit?
No one has a clue to how to untangle the mess that are those notes floated out there.
That's why we is where we is.
No one knows what owns what part of who's mortgage.
The Republicans demanding that their buddies on Wall Street manage this money is such an obvious act of panderishious it ain't even funny. Foxes in the Hen house my ass, like friend Sharla said, Rabid Raccoons in the hen house. Y'all can go for the have'a'hart trap. Me, I want a metaphoric shotgun.
I want a Damned Sword of Alexander.
I want to hack that mess up.
If that paper is "worthless", if no one knows what its worth, we need to start at the lowest possible price for the government to buy them out.
We need the BANKRUPTCY COURTS to administer the reassignment of mortgages.
You know, I've taught a lot'a how to do dangerous things, things like running chainsaws, framing axes, rifles.
Sometimes some people are so damned irresponsible you just got to tell 'em that they aren't going to be doing this or that on your watch.
This is one of those times.
The bailout package, as currently agreed to, is giving a rifle to a psychopath.
Don't let it happen.
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The current debacle
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Posted:Sep 26, 2008 8:35 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2008 3:41 pm
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I had the opportunity to run into my friend Steve last night, god you can tell that there’s a bit of greying around the muzzle when you belly up to the bar and order non alcoholic beer.
At any rate Steve is kind of a genius, a real fart smeller, a “Social Economist”. Hillary wanted him on his team. For the record he refused to work with Hillary because he sees her as to regressive, Chicago Boy, Robert Rubin in her outlook. Aside from that he’s a really great guy. A short burly New York Italian guy, accent y todo, shaved que-ball head, all weight lifting smiling eyes and a rapier wit. And he’s got good taste in music too.
So we shot the shit, I had hoped to run in to him and get his ideas of things.
I wasn’t too surprised that we had just about exactly the same ideas of things, ‘ceptin of course the fact that he had all the math and procedure. He was actually part of the Resolution Trust Corporation. We had talked about this very same thing over the years and had been aware of the inevitability of it all years ago. What scared me last night was when he said “I’m an optimistic guy (he sure is a happy go lucky kinda fella) and this time I’m really scared, I don’t see anything good coming out of this with the guys in power now.”
So, now I reckon it really is time to take this seriously.
This morning I revised my letter to my congress critters, here it is, hope it gives y’all an idea of things and an inspiration to write your own.
Dear Yo Mama,
I’m writing today in relation to the economic train wreck that seems to be taking place before our eyes.
I’ve got a couple of thoughts on this.
The first one would be that we should under no circumstances allow the people on Wall Street, who got us into this mess in the first place, be allowed to manage the resolution. I’m thinking we need a return to the idea of the Resolution Trust Corporation that was used to deal with the savings and loan failures that occurred during the Reagan administration and Bush I. We’ve got the model to do it, indeed, I imagine many of the same people who rolled up their sleeves then are willing to do it again.
To let the scions of Wall Street rearrange these assets would be tantamount to letting crack heads in the evidence room.
I understand that it was exactly this that led to the break down of any agreement yesterday (09/25). I believe it is the duty of all Americans to resist any allowing of Wall Street insiders to have anything to do with the resolution of this crisis.
Further I believe that clues should be taken from the success of the New Deal. I believe that if we attack the problem now with the tools used in the thirties we can avoid another Great Depression before it happens again.
It is my strong belief that if the government acts now to buy out the mortgage bad paper, at a price low enough to assure that it is not overvalued, we will take the first step.
If the government can take over Washington Mutual overnight certainly we can buy this bad paper.
This will immediately give this debt value. Something that can accrue. Wealth that can resurrect the credit cycle.
Mortgages over the last few years have been allowed to be split up and sold in parts to different derivatives, or, in effect, there’s the equivalent of having your roof owned by Harry, your basement by Dick and your living room by John.
This is perhaps the most untenable situation, economically, that you can be in as it creates total chaos in trying to sort it out. As far as I can tell the only resolution is to consolidate all this debt by government seizure.
Again, to allow the same people who took a metaphorical financial chainsaw to the houses of hard working Americans be the ones to glue them back together is ludicrous in the extreme.
In the end it is my belief that if the government, administrated through the bankruptcy courts, re work the mortgages of citizens and assign fair market interests (6%-7 that, in the end, we can make some lemonade out of these lemons that have been thrown at our feet.
I think that, given the opportunity, Americans will be happy and proud to be in good stead with their debt. After the government has made its money back, with a decent bit of interest, then it can consider selling off the notes recreated. Of course after legislation is passed regulating the banking industry so that they can not act again like racoons in the hen house.
In Truth
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