The Neon Hippo

Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn’t seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy takes out his phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps: “My friend is dead! What can I do?” The operator says: “Calm down, I can help. First, let’s make sure he’s dead.” There is a silence, then a gunshot is heard. Back on the phone, the guy says: “OK, now what?”

I got out of bed this morning but I didn’t want to.  I took the dog for a walk, ran the snow blower, and now I’m having a cup of coffee before I shower and head out the door for another wonderful day as a computer tech.

I haven’t had a vacation in years and I’m feeling like I really need one.  Oh well, once I get out the door and get moving it will be fine, right?  The temptation is to head south on Randall Road and just keep going until I get someplace warm!  Key West or bust.

Just kidding…  The snow is beautiful and I’m grateful to be working.  I just wish I hadn’t worked all weekend because here it is Monday morning and I’m already feeling a bit burned out.  I need to start reserving at least one day a week for ME.

LOVE EVERYBODY!

I was messing around the other day and found that the category links don’t work on this blog.  When I went into the admin panel, it was pestering me to upgrade, so I did.  Oops - the newest version of Wordpress no longer supports the version of mySQL that this server runs.  It completely broke the site.

I’m a paranoid type, so I have the data backed up in a dozen places.  I got up this morning, restored the data, and it works again, but still having problems with some of the links.

I think I may just abandon all the old posts and start fresh….. if I can ever find the time

I just don’t get it. Why does Tiger Woods have to explain himself to anyone beside possibly his wife?  A public apology?  Give me a break. Give him a break!

Why do I need to know or even care who or what he’s sleeping with?  It’s none of my business and none of yours either.  Geez!  Does it in any way change his ability to play golf?  Who gives a rat’s ass what he does off the course?   Just shut up and hit the ball already.

Some days you’re the windshield, some days you’re the bug.  Today I was the bug.

I woke up yesterday and suddenly I was 52. Fifty-Two freakin’ years old!? Hey! Wait a minute - it wasn’t all that long ago I was 17 and a high school graduate, ready to take on the world. How can I possibly be 52? There must be some mistake.

This year has special significance. I’m the same age my mother was when she died. I still feel young (most days) and it makes me sad to think that my dear mother only got 52 years on this planet. She was rather sick for quite a while before she passed, but her mind was sharp until the end. She had been in constant pain for years before the end and in some ways I’m sure she welcomed death, but I can’t help but wonder if she felt cheated.

Let me end this post with my all time favorite song by Pink Floyd… Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
when I come home cold and tired
it’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
far away across the field
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells

Haven’t updated this blog in ages, but I’m still here!! More to come soon….

I was thinking about my old friend Steve Albini this morning and decided I wanted to blog about it. Here’s a cover of a CD called “Rich Man’s Eight Track Tape”. I shot this cover in the 1980’s. The first run of the CDs didn’t have photo credits – subsequent runs listed me as the photographer. I also did a few shots of Steve and the band for various magazines and underground papers. Steve Albini is his name – he’s now a fairly big time producer having done Nirvana, Cheap Trick and a many other big name band’s recordings. Read the rest of this entry →

I’m missing a few parts.

This is a test post using the Flock Browser’s blog editor in a virtual machine.