slept on the way

i am in seattle-tacoma airport now in the alaska airlines "boardroom" lounge. the flight here was OK. the plane was not to full, I had a window seat with an empty seat between me and the next passenger. alaska has no-frills planes, that's for sure. no tv. no crappy armrest radio! i got one free cookie. drinks were free. but meals were $5. so in stead i ate an egg sandwich at "fridays" in the newark terminal before i boarded. it was suprisingly edible. so anyway, even though i woke up at 4:00 to get to the airport on time, i got by with just one cup of tea... i wanted to sleep on the plane, which i did. it was uncomfortable. the seats were leather, but did not really recline so much. got a sore neck.

lyrics / song titles

"dime-a-dozen gods"

 

"then again, what do girls know about rock n' roll?"

 

"i hear a whole lotta cryin'

 but you 'aint singin' the blues"

 

"call me crazy, girl

 maybe i'm lazy but, baby

 i'll only love you if

 you come over"

 

"now just like that

 everyone is fallin' in love"

 

"don't even tell me you love me,

 because i love you even more"

s.f. california area band name

"the trolley hawks"

it snowed a bit early this morning, leaving an almost imperceptible layer on the grass in the front yard. i could still see it falling as i sat on the couch by the window with my 3 year old son, who had just woken up. i pointed outside, and he looked at it coming down and said: "more snow, daddy... bigger!" i told him i couldn't make it snow more, and that it was really up to the clouds. he looked up at the sky, and said "more, snow, please". it was very cute. the snow stopped a minute later, but by that time he was already sitting in his chair at the table - happily eating a banana.

egyptian chalk drawings

egyptian chalk drawings

how god made everything: explaining the solar system and evolution via driveway chalk drawing to E.W.

Giusto di Notri 2001

Tua Rita: Rosso Toscana, Indicazione Geografica Tipica.
A very nice Tuscan red wine. 75% Cab's / 25% Merlot. It was darker and more full bodied than your average cab, but also very smooth with a not-too-overwhelming fruitiness. My wife usually doesn't like the heavier wines (like straight up merlots) but she did enjoy her glass.

recently added...

archive:
a short play in one act, 1999

crap:
music video idea, 2005
correspondence, 2005

songs:
song titles, 2005
lyrics, 2005
song titles, 2005

just a great nerdy link

http://www.galmarley.com/FAQs_pages/monetary_history_faqs.htm

quote

Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.

John Milton (1608 - 1674)

quote

We are more ready to try the untried when what we do is inconsequential. Hence the fact that many inventions had their birth as toys.

Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)

song titles

"Tertiary Girl"
"please don't take this as a compliment: i love you"
"quaternary kiss"

"I've been Buried Alive (And I Love It)"
"still i wont turn over in my grave"
"god damn smoke free caskets"

"It's Fun To Hang Out When You're Buried Alive"
"Tea For One In My Grave"
"Being Buried Alive Sucks - NOT"
"There Isn't Much Room To Masturbate When You're Buried Alive, But It's Do-Able and It's Worth It"

"i think my casket is next to yours"
"buried alive with a fucking crazy coke'd up chicken"
"size six casket wheat grass diet"
"the great big book of crosswords for the afterlife"

"professor salamander regrows the arm he lost in the bear trap of introspection"
"it's just forever once"
"extreme makover: casket edition"
"rest in peace with the casket club"

quote

"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."
-Phillip K. Dick

song title / lyrics

"warm"

(intro)
i walk home alone
step over cracks in the sidewalk
in time, my frosty breath and i
pass through the gate we shut last night

i build a snowman drunk in the back yard
i startles you in the morning sun
and by the time i arise
it's tumbled over, melting, and it's warm
... and it's warm

verse
in the morning just before the dawn
i put on my hood, though the cloth is torn
to the hill where the wind won't call my name
i am chilled to the bone now just the same

chorus
i go someplace warm,
someplace warm

in the morning just before the dawn
...i peel the blankets off
and root around for the lights i burned
...just before i fell asleep
am i flesh or am i stone?
...the cold and the smoke on the porch cry out
i am chilled to the bone now just the same
...to the bone now

i go someplace warm,
someplace warm

outtro
another piece of the wind
that don't know how to follow me
(repeat and fade)

bombarding you

i'm going to attempt to give a snapshot of what is going on nowadays, while the a.j. is sleeping. prepare for a bombardment of disjointed details. my wife and e.w. are playing with friends at the kids indoor playground at the ymca. i was puttering around the house, not trying to make too much noise, but also trying to clean up a bit. the laptop is here on the kitchen table again, thanks to the wireless router. when i picked it up just now i noticed that it is quite warm. i decided that since it was sitting here all this time i would blog. i fired it up earlier when e.w. was still here, in hopes that i could entertain him with a few internet videos. we started out trying to find a clip of the giant squid that was recently caught off the coast of anarctica, by new zealand fishermen. we did not succeed in finding a video. we also tried discovery.com, but that was not working (is it the flash player?). lastly, we settled on videos about planets, which were interesting (thank you video.google.com). before that i was out with the kids returning the unnecessarily large flat panel tv we got last weekend. while we drove the kids watched "lady and the tramp" on the minivan DVD miniscreen. as we drove i could hear the audio and i wished i could be watching too. prior to that, this morning we were having our cereal and listening to the beatles on the iPod, which i have recently brought back to life (in the house at least) by bringing out the old bose iPod speaker cradle thingy, and we were jamming/dancing to "octopus's garden", "yellow submarine", and "help". doing that made me want to go and check out all of the old chords to that music and learn to play it for the kids. speaking of iPods, i bought one for my wife last year and she never uses it. however, now that she works out and runs, i'm thinking she will use it if i program some running playlists for her. also, i have to load on all the kids CD's; since she's always looking for CD's she can't find for them... it's about time she know the wonders of loading everything onto and mp3 player and never touching a CD again. it plugs right into her car, which is also nice. what else... the house is a mess since we are in the middle of three or four little weekend projects: cleaning out the medicine cabinet in the kitchen, handing shades, re-arranging the playroom in the basement, and so on. isn't my life exciting? oh, and last night we went out to dinner at the "chimney rock" in gillette. mike b. met us there. i came there straight from work and we had a beer and chatted before the wife & kids arrived. a.j. was relatively well behaved at dinner, wiggling and pacing around in the booth between me & uncle mike. after a.j. was simply unable to be contained, i took him over to the front of the restaurant and we played ms. pacman together, which went well. he also liked galaga. arkanoid would have been fun, but the controller wasn't really right for it, and it was impossible to play. ...ok, i think that's enough. i feel that i have appeased the gods of blogging for today.

mark this day

mark this day. today is the day i passed a milestone of ageing. i just set the font size on my laptop to "large" from "normal". my eyes can't take these tiny fonts. or maybe i need glasses? whatever. i was just discussing ageing with a friend, after looking at some old pictures that i had posted on another blog. we spoke about how we are noticeably larger as well. such is life.

"Small tyrants, threatened by big,
sincerely believe
they love Liberty."

- W.H. Auden, City Without Walls

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