"…and not for five minutes will I be distracted from the wonder…"

and on the other side…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on June 30, 2004 at 4:43 pm

just so i know that a&w maintains it’s center (ommmmmm) check out this site that debunks michael moore’s false truths and documentary style…
it’s been raining for @ least 7 days…maybe more…i’ve lost count…it’s driving me nuts for the most part but i’m getting a lot of work done considering there is little excuse to be outside…it’s dinner with tate @ cazuela and then off with the crew to see spiderman2 tonight…weeeee…

fahrenheit601 update

Uncategorized — d-ashes on June 29, 2004 at 7:49 am

cinemark/tinseltown in pearl will be showing farenheit 911…mad props to knol & co’s fahrenheit601 petition, which has @ this point garnered over 500 virtual signatures requesting to see the movie here in jackson…it was encouraging to talk to many people who expressed no real love for michael moore and his ‘shock & awe’ documentary style but who still thought that jackson-area residents should at least have the oppurtunity to see the movie locally if they wanted to…i’m of that volition myself (i can pretty much echo what this guy is saying), and while i know that there are plenty of left-wing nuts out there who want this film in jackson solely to bash a little bush, it’s been nice to find people who realize that using the press this film has garnered can have positive effects outside of the political arena…
on a completely different note, the new ulrich schnauss album ‘a strangely isolated place’ is damn fine…

Horseless Carriage: Balderdash or Poppycock??

Uncategorized — d-ashes on June 25, 2004 at 10:52 am

Strathnavern delivers the straight dope on this weekend’s music offerings:
Excuse me, sir. Yes, you with the medicine ball. Do you like sitting in a chair? Goodness knows, I do. Do you like good music? Hey, who doesn’t? Have you ever thought about putting those two great activities together? You mean at the same time; what are you nuts? No, and there’s more. More? Yes. Imagine a chair that attracts people who want to know if you’d like another beer. No! Oh yes, my friend. Not only that, but you’re watching Barry Leach lay down chops like George Bell does carpet. Wait, let me get this straight. If I sit in a certain chair, people will not only bring me beer but play music for me? That’s right, and it only costs you the price of the beer. No cover? Nope. I can’t believe it! See for yourself at Hal & Mal’s tonight.

A full-tilt, 90 mile-an-hour, obscenity-riddled, uncivil disobedience clinic will be held this Friday night at Martin’s. The never-tiring Willie Heath Neal will be acting as host. To paraphrase Barbara Mandrell, he’s country when country isn’t cool. The kitchen staff of the Mayflower is currently fielding wagers regarding the number of intact guitar strings at show’s end. Three strings has held at 5 – 2 for several days now, while six strings climbs to an even higher 75 – 1. But the odds of his having (yet another) surefire gunslinger on lead guitar is guaranteed. That and the fact that WHN will go blue.

Ah, Belzoni. The Catfish Capitol of the World. Sister city of Yazoo City. Big brother of Silver City. Longtime friend of Inverness. Doubles partner of Tchula. No count, son of a bitch, ex-boyfriend of Satartia. Not to mention, hometown of Fat Possum’s finest, Paul Wine Jones. And this Saturday, he’s taking 49W to 49 South until in turns into Medgar Evers, a left on Woodrow Wilson, a right on State, and a left into Martin’s. Will he have a bassist? Who knows; it really doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I see you shake that ass.

While the Senators are indeed on the road until next weekend, this is no cause for the shakes. Let your liver do the walking. In fact, I’ve just completed a handy pamphlet that lists my top ten drinks of summer containing rum and/or grass clippings.

Strathnavern Dunkheld-Fowles IV, Esq. (Ret.)

P.S. Despite popular perception, William F. Buckley did not play bass for Blackfoot. However, he does fancy a well played oboe concerto with his Brandy Alexander.

P.P.S. Regardless of what Carl Sagan says, melonballers aren’t just for melon anymore.

P.P.P.S. I would prefer not to delve into the details, but I believe your Labrador has my cummerbund.

farenheit 911

Uncategorized — d-ashes on June 24, 2004 at 3:06 pm

i don’t dabble much in politics, but i think people interested in farenheit 9/11 should @ least have an oppurtunity to see it…if you agree visit this page on knol’s site to add your name to a petition requesting that jackson-area theaters show this film…

cycling…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on June 21, 2004 at 7:18 pm

i got my bike up from brookhaven yesterday (father’s day/summer solstice was spent watching golf and eating homemade peach ice cream with the family and finished off with burgers and [adult swim] back in jackson @ jay’s)…

i took a ride this morning and another upon getting home from work this evening…the area that graham and i now live in is a great one for bike riding…i’m amazed that a neighborhood right in the middle of jackson is so quiet and biker/walker/runner friendly…one road, parallel and adjacent to 55, is busy, but for the 4 blocks from there over to ridgewood road, the area is filled with curvy streets (not your monotonous squared off grid) and a multitude of houses that provide plenty of fodder for the mind looking for portent in the random sights laid out before him @ a speed that allows for recognition, contemplation, re-evaluation, and then assimilation/storage…

cats lounge under garage-parked cars, leaning back on one shoulder and watching bemused @ all that pass them by…mockingbirds and robins make their last rounds of the evening, swooping low in front of me over the street, and i find myself thinking that it must be a favorite game of theirs, though i doubt they know that…while exploring a bit further than the morning ride took me a sudden wind, stronger than a breeze, blew away the stillness of the evening and a glance up through the trees showed grey clouds, in a slow glide like a convoy of battleships, slung low enough that i knew they were heavy with rain…i crank the bike up a gear or two and i’m getting tapped on the shoulder with the first drops of an evening shower only when i’m within sight of our garage…


i’m fairly well versed with the instrumentation of change…i attempt to thrive on it and forsake many of the trappings of a stationary life, but i find myself longing for a snapshot of jackson and my friends/family right now…not necessarily a picture, the frame couldn’t hold it all, but a shortcut to an emotion, to the idea that everything that the world has done, the sum of every single moment, has put us all right here and right now…i want to be able to remember that and visit it when it is gone, because it’s that beautiful and fleeting, and i will miss it, though i’m just as excited where the continuation of this great dance will take us…but to whoever/whatever is orchestrating the music, i would ask that you hold this one song for just a bit longer…just a little bit longer, please…

ps – a ghost is born tomorrow…get it

killing time…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on June 19, 2004 at 10:47 am

tate over @ shockingbird linked to this game and it was enough fun i thought i’d pass it along…you set an atom in motion in an arena of gravitational fields of varying intensity and see how long it will last without as-ploding

bloomsday(100)…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on June 16, 2004 at 9:04 am

100 years ago today dedalus and bloom took their circumnavigations we now know as james joyce’s ulysses…after dan chaon @lemCom tonight i’m heading for fenians, then will probably go wandering downtown looking for spirits (particularly quentin compson’s)…i’ve got a good feeling about this one…
more about bloomsday
ps – wilco is on david letterman tonight…

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