Small Town Sees The Light

Can your school system save money by deploying energy-efficient measures?

Sometimes, the little savings add up.

Now, about making the school children’s job futures more positive…hmmm…we’ll leave you with these data points for the day:

Well, it’s time for the Committee to get back to work because, with only 13970 days to go, we have a planet to maintain and a solar system to populate in no time flat!

Speaking of which, I heard the daffynition of a new word, “copulate,” which means to repopulate an area only with the children of police.

Hasta Mañana, you yellow bananas!

Meanwhile, in Ireland…

Beer, cabbage and potatoes aren’t the only staples in Ireland — the competitive advantages associated with culture, that is.

There’s also the annual St. Patrick’s Day parade.

But can it prop up the ailing economy?

Let me find a four-leaf clover, mix it in with my Irish breakfast tea leaves and read you their fortune, eh?

Any Wonder, One Hit, Two Hits, Three Hits, Four

I was told yesterday that the Rutles are getting back together and recording a new studio album.  Rumour has it that they plan to name their album “Minus One for Tea – Before It Becomes Minus Two,” releasing it in either audiocassette or 8-track tape format exclusively.  One band member allegedly insists that publishing the album in parlour pump organ sheet music is the only route to eternal infamy, but not necessarily success.

Also, protesters have assembled their own list of the Seven Wonders of the World:

  • The world’s largest potato chip
  • The world’s largest open pit mine
  • The world’s smallest inbred dog
  • The world’s most inept government because it actually operates at a profit
  • The world’s least useful technological achievement that still made its inventor a gazillionaire
  • The world’s longest running protest movement that doesn’t achieve anything worthwhile, nor plans to
  • The world’s most creative business card that still did not generate any new leads
  • The world’s first bullet point listing the eighth wonder of the world which does not exist because eight is seven plus one and, as you know, one is is the loneliest number…

Just a position – Juxtaposition

[One more break before the story recommences]

A nod to the family of Flo Trotter, a dear friend who corresponded with me years ago, sharing her strong belief in the Christian Bible by writing letters to me containing Bible verses upon which she expanded her lifeview — Flo, you will be missed greatly.

Sitting with three cigars in front of me and a 1pint-6oz bottle of brown ale by Legend Brewing Co. of Richmond, VA, I nod, also, to the ball coach of a little university in the state of Pennsylvania, who died of lung cancer — may your children and grandchildren outlive the highs and lows of your reputation.

A little while ago, I finished listening to a live performance by the organist Gail Archer, as part of Covenant Presbyterian Church’s Covenant Concerts, in concert with the Greater Huntsville Chapter of the American Guild of Organists.  The program included pieces by Buxtehude, Bach, Schumann, Hensel, Tower and Liszt.

I took notes during the concert but left them in another room of the house where my wife sleeps.

  Summary: Archer provided the right articulation and emotional input to make every piece of music a joy in itself.  I thank her for promoting the art of organ playing — I’ve waited 25 years to hear an organ concert in the Covenant Presbyterian church sanctuary and it was well worth the wait.

I listen to her An American Idyll CD while composing this journalistic blog entry.

Meanwhile, bulky guys with uniforms bounce off each other during an NFL playoff game of little to no interest to me (Ravens and Patriots).  I’ll wait until this evening’s game to sit and eat chips, drink beer and veg out during the Giants-49ers game.

Is public education ever going to keep up with the changing economy?

Or do children, like always, find a way to make a living despite an incomplete/inappropriate childhood education?

What is Russia doing to prevent meaningful military intervention in Syria’s internal strife/killing spree between two equally brutal forces?  Better yet, why, Russia, why?  Putin, I think better of you than this.  You, too, Medvedev.

Well, commercialised football viewing calls my name.  Talk with you tomorrow, when the hesitant leader of the Committee picks up the pace of making sure the scheduled event taking place 13,984 days from now goes off without a hitch.

Like the label says, “FRESH BEER – KEEP COOL”!

Up Next

The next satirical video stars a new friend of mine, who began with the simple name of “Color Blanks” but will, before your eyes, transform into a

Solar System Sensation!!!

Color Blanks blockhead from above

Color Blanks blockhead

A new friend has asked me to watch a live performance by an artist named Louis CK, whom I’ve never seen, live or filmed.  I downloaded the video and will view in the next few days.

A Working Day in Paradise

Patching holes in the cabin roof today.  Talk to you tomorrow.

Have a great day, starting with a great day in the mornin’!

Three data points to keep you occupied:

A song to take you into the evening….

Beginner Glassblower Glasses Classes

“It wasn’t always like this,” she told me.

You see, me Ma, she’s been around the block, as they say, being a marathon runner and all that.

We remember our ancestors who were awarded land by the Crown all those centuries ago.

And it weren’t too long ago, when me Ma’s Da’s Da, invited to supp with the Queen, said, “Why, I wouldn’t set foot in the same room with that German impostor!”

But seein’ as you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ’bout, y’ought to know more, right?

If it ain’t always been like this, when has it been?

Or will it?

Like last night, sittin’ in the dark, watchin’ them kids from Knoxville, Cookeville, Nashville and Texas swingin’ to the oldies, music spun up on hard disks by the DJ crew Winter Wonderland for the Huntsville Swing Dance Society…

I got to thinkin’…

Yeah, and that’s why I’m still here this morning, wonderin’ why it is that this is not what it’s always been like.

When did we teach kids to dance in low {earth} gravity conditions?

They weren’t born on your home planet.

The last direct descendant livin’ on Scottish soil had died, revertin’ our ol’ homeland back to the Crown (and yes, the Queen is still one of them German pretenders to the British throne but who’m I to care, bouncin’, as I am, out here in the hinterlands of our species’ solar system settlements?)…

Am I just a fractal projection of a 2D surface?

Or is that a holographic computation upon a 4D equestrian equation equal to none and summarisation of everything?

I think me oxygen level is out of balance with me nitrogen mix.

Besides, them dancers what celebrated the 13th birthday on Friday the 13th at KCDC, they’s got their time to shine in the sweaty spotlight.

Oh well, not like the dinner theatre in X27B is any more real than any other history, past or present tense, tension or predisposition.

But the sentiments are the same.

As me Da said to me Ma, “And it’ll never be like this again.”