Friday, October 14, 2011

FlyOver Series

I loves me some NY Yankees and the Red Sox but it's always special when FlyOver Teams are in serious contention for the World Series.

Witness 2011: Milwaukee Brewers v St Louis Cardinals (aka The Suds Series) and Texas Rangers v Detroit Lions. What is not to like about these teams so dearly held to our non-East/West Coast hearts getting TV exposure, but more importantly, getting the validation that we know they deserve. Guess what, folks, we don't need your stinking East Coast validation! (Sorry, West Coast, the McCourts totally effed up the Dodgers. The Angels, Giants and A's have a Flyover vibe: when they're in contention, we're all rooting for 'em.)

Thank ye - O Gods of Baseball.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Blues for Anyday

Nobody knows you
When you're down and out
when your pockets
don't hold a penny
Look for your friends
You don't have any

When you get back upon your
Feet again
Everybody wants to be
Your good, ole long-lost friend

You know, it's mighty strange
Without a doubt
Nobody knows you
When you're down and out

Written by Jimmy Cox

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


What is "nice"? Accommodating, too accommodating? Loving as one wishes to be loved? At what point is one an enabler? Where is the invisible, moving line where one ceases to be loving and becomes ... what? Over-loving? Enabling, the current term for allowing one's self-destructive partner to immolate? No, not allowing, helping the process along.

So, you are told your entire life that you are 'nice'. By even your therapist. "Nice' ceases to be a positive adjective, it becomes a pervasive worm that lives within the soul, destroying every relationship.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Live Blogging the Rally for Sanity / March for Fear

So I dvr'd this for later viewing in order to skip Comedy Central's famous 5-minute-minimum commercial blocks.

Imagine my excitement to see it's commercial-free!

I am officially a Roots fan now. Like 'em as Fallon's house band, but their set rocked!

What's not to like about the Roots backing John Legend. Haven't heard this Withers song since the day.

MYTHBUSTERS! This is better and better! This crowd is unfuckingbelievable! Who woulda thunk it? Sentimental fool, I am full of emotion and tears. What a wonderful celebration of our nation's inherent goodness. MB's experiments are so cool. Groundswell - seismic measurement, too good.

DAMN! Never saw 10 mil persons before!

Ozzie looks awesome! Keith Richards lives and writes his autobiography. Wondering if sex, drugs and rock n roll aren't the right way, after all!

Orgasm: Cheryl Crow and Kid Rock

Tears again. Jon Stewart's closing speech.

Sunday, August 22, 2010


Awesome version of George Harrison's "While My Guitar Gently Weeps". I never knew Prince was such a virtuoso on the guitar ... guess I got caught up in the mystique and never learned of the substance.

Lovely tribute to a timeless song.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Feeling Thirsty

Goodness...First post of 2010. Where does the time go? Well, if one works for the US Bureau of Census, the time is overtaken by a job that must be done accurately, but fast. No, faster. Why isn't this done yesterday? Sounds like most jobs, right. Interesting working for the Fed govt. But not today.

Today it rained. Beautiful, almost 1/2 inch of lovely, cool rain. Meanwhile, in OK City, it's flooding. But here in West Texas, we received a welcome reprieve from the weeks of 100d heat. The grass is crunchy when I walk on it...doesn't matter how much I water it. Rain, though: why does rain give the grass more nutrients than the water from my well? Why does it seem the grass and trees and flowers get a welcome, refreshing drink from rain?

You know how a cold beer tastes sooo good on a hot day? Man, it goes down easy: cold, bracing, satisfying ... until you want another. The 2nd beer is good, just not as good as the first.

Then take a big drink of water -- There, that's it. That really satisfies the thirst.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Cold Christmas Day

Watching a cracklin' fire on Christmas night. Cliche, but true (that's why they call 'em cliches). Too beautiful to put into words -- a spark flying here and there, yellow flames in front, red on blackened logs, and blue flames in back.

Lovely day, very low-key -- just the way I like my holidays.

We had way more than a dusting of snow yesterday, maybe an inch - unusual for West Texas at Christmas. Cold, cold, so cold. Weather moving in from the North with an icy North wind blowing. Icicles still hanging off the house, tho there's been no moisture in 48 hours.

I put a blanket on Blaze, our Palomino, last night. He spends more time now laying out in the sun on the ground, like a young colt, gathering every ray of sunshine on his old bones. He's such a beautiful horse, and so affectionate. My big ole baby who puts his soft, warm, white muzzle against me while I pet his thick, golden winter coat.

Normally, Blaze gambols about like a young colt, but lately he's had a bad limp. We think the mare, Star, kicked him in the knee. He chases her around, trying to herd her like any stallion would, while she bucks and rears, putting on her own personal rodeo. Seems like little Star must have connected with Blaze's knee. He was giving her a wide berth last week, but he's back to moving her around again, albeit with a limp.

More cold on the way. I'm going out for more wood.