Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Not Funny

The order of the mp3s seems to be straightened out but SQ3 refuses to load.
What's on there is still a computer simulation of the flute concerto!!!
I loaded the right file at least three times and even though I was assured that the file was loaded correctly, it ain't!

Phooey

It takes about a half an hour to load it each time, too.

I've got better things to do.

Well, maybe I don't

Maybe I'll dump that player and put it all on MySpace.

Thats the one that seems to work.

Nobody listens to the Facebook ones.

What is needed here is some Steve Martin banjo music.

Or a picture of someplace warm

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Blogger butch said...

Ah yes, the technical side of blogging, something I suck at. I am an idea man, not a techno-whiz.
So you got my sympathies, sir.

Some good stuff showed up in the comments section for yesterday's posting, which of course, was all there was this morning, until you posted this one dated today. It is all just a whirling cyber dervish that no one could keep track of. My teaching load was light this week, and probably the two holiday weeks coming up, so I had more time to play and comment. So did a couple dozen Anonoymous types as well, it seems.

I kind of liked my WV poem. It almost became a real poem. For an average person who would encounter it, they will read those 11 nonsense words and assume I am one smart and verbose cookie, and probably they will not try and look them up, just get the jist of it, enit?

Pissed me off today. I went to several famous poet's quote sites and none of them carry Sherman Alexie quotes. I guess even after 15 years of writing, he has not met whatever criterion they use for "famous".

Arizona or New Mexico, yes, someplace warm. As I glance out my office window, there is chilly wet snow everywhere. It has snowed lightly off and on all morning.

Yeah, Steve Martin is a good banjo player. So is George Segal.

Glenn

10:31 AM  
Blogger butch said...

I still cannot get the mp3's to load and let me listen to them. God, how I love computers. If I remember, while at home, which is doubtful since I go to bed at 8pm so that I can get up at 3am to come in here and blog. That and I have to make a appearance upstairs to placate my wife, two daughters now living with us, and the two grandsons. They call me "POP" which pleases me since I called my grandfather that. I, also, have to squeeze an hour in to watch trash TV, since I still tape CSI, and CSI MIAMA, LIFE, DEXTER, HOUSE, FRINGE, AND DR. WHO. So one day I will listen to the String Quartet, and I'm sure I will be impressed.

About wore my fingers out retyping two very long, 3 pages, of Sherman Alexie poems on FFTR.

Glenn

12:33 PM  
Blogger Jannie said...

I did 't realize you could put music on Facebook.

I also didn't realize pickled ginger goes with California rolls and sushi.

Thre may even be one more thing in the world that I do not yet realize.

Looks more like a painting.

WHAT??? Smart? Verbose?? I must get over to Butch's Banter Box a.s.a.f.p

2:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Martin is very overated as a banjo man.

G. Segal

2:32 PM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

Oregon, actually.
A photograph.
Yeah, but Steve's is a HAPPY
Banjo.
Besides, I got the 1/4tet loaded on MySpace.

Music on facebook is easy
Jissa sec, I'll go look it up.

Yeah, it's called "My band" and it has a red star on a yellowish square.
Unlimited uploads, it says, I haven't torture tested that claim, however.
I've got 20 loaded.

3:45 PM  
Blogger butch said...

Yeah, Steve Martin smiles when he plays his banjo. George Segal kind of grimaces.

I just do not have the motivation to fully check out Facebook, even though I registered on it at home to by your "friend". MySpace is another mystery, as is YouTube. One day I will venture into those cyber waters too.

I did so enjoy the "real" celebrities that dropped by during the last comment posting. Perhaps some of that will happen for this one too.

After all the snow melted off yesterday afternoon, it now is snowing like 17 sonofabitches here, and several inches of the white crap has piled up. Ain't winter a lark? I made it to the office, but will I stay for the whole tour? Perhaps not.

Did you dig my WV poem?

Glenn

6:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think that all those other celebrities that checked in yesterday or the day before has motivated me to put some of my peptic quotes on here. I hope that will please you.

...........Emily

6:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sure, lady, just shoot your mouth off. We are always receptive to your "wisdom". Think I will chirp in too.

...........Edgar Poo

6:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Too bad Jannie did not weigh in on yesterday's comments, since 5 of them were directed to her specifically.

.........George A. Custer

6:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, yeah, Emily and Poo, get your pens out and scribble down some of your archaic points of view. We can dig it. I may chime in some too with a more contemparary view.

........Eddy Emerald

6:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

.....Emily Dickinson

6:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, how profound. How about,
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."

......Edgar A. Poe

6:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wake up, Poo. Even though that is a cool quote.

.......Elton's John

6:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber it steeped itself in forest.

.......Pablo Neruda

6:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's the most ridiculous thing I ever hoid, but I liked it.

.......Groucho

6:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that word I reach for my feather boa.

.......Allen Ginsberg

6:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Let's hear it for and from gay poets.

.......Tiny Tim

6:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

.......Leonard Cohen

6:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are you making reference to trouser cleavage?

......Oscar Wilde

6:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Imagine that yes is the only living thing.

..........E.E. Cummings

7:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Do any of you truly know what Cummings is talking about?

........George Gobel

7:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't tell me peace has broken out.

......Bertolt Brecht

7:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Alright, sir. I won't.

......G.W. Bush Jr.

7:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tings gettin a mite too politico here. Letz git bak to sex, fags, or poetry.

............Vinnie

7:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sex is interesting, but it is not totally important. I mean it's not as important as excretion. A man can go 70 years without a piece of ass, but he will die in a week without taking a crap.

.....Charles Bukowski

7:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

No that's a quote! Remind me sometime to tell you about my hemmorhoid operation.

........Tiny Tim

7:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You boys are being so naughty.
I love it.

.......Truman Capote'

7:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't want my daughter to be educated. I think women should just be decorative.

.........Richard Brautigan

7:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bad Daddy!

......Dickie's Daughter

7:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

At some point in a man's life, women, with all their charms, become overrated, and they lose their hold on him. He had rather have a good bowel movement that go to the trouble of begging for a piece of butt.

..........Jackie Lemon

7:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's the advantage of being gay. Sex never goes out of style.

.........Elton's John

7:35 AM  
Blogger butch said...

As I get older, I find that women become more fascinating. I find myself listening to what they actually are saying, rather than being preoccupied with a stratagem to get in their panties.

Glenn

7:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good writing gives energy whatever it is about.

.........Marilyn Hacker

7:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ain't dat da trutt? I hav alwayz found it to be so.

.........Vinnie

7:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good writing really gets my juices flowing, even more so than a good movie, which has to start with good writing.

........Steven Spielberg

7:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A word is dead when it is said, but I say it just begins to live that day.

........Emily Dickinson

7:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually, Emm, that was nice. How about,"I have great confidence in fools; my friends call it self-confidence."

........Edgar Allen Poe

7:43 AM  
Blogger butch said...

I like to read some Raymond Carver before I blink off to dreamland. He lived over in Sequiem you know, before he drank himself to death.

Glenn

7:44 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public--that's what the poet does.

.........Allen Ginsberg

7:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight, they armor themselves against wonder.

.......Leonard Cohen

7:47 AM  
Blogger butch said...

Actually Leonard, you've got it a bit bassackwards. Eyes gather millions of shards of light bouncing off the objects in the world around us, and the retina transforms this into data; that's sight, gathered light. This data is sent up the optic nerve to the visual cortex in the occipital lobe, and it is interpreted as an image; that's vision. The wonders never cease as long as one looks at the world with their heart and not their ego.

Glenn

7:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The most wasted of days is one without laughter.

......E.E. Cummings

7:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

E.E., you rock! Laughter and levity are my world, and welcome to it!

.........Lane Savant

7:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

From the cradle to the coffin clean underwear comes first.

.....Bertolt Brecht

7:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What does K-Mart and Michael Jackson and the Catholic Church have in common?

Beats me.

Little boys underwear half off.

....W.C. Fields

7:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh Berty, you old romantic you. You were such a mama's boy.

.....Tiny Tim

7:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wish that I could write as mysterious as a cat.

........Edgar A. Poe

8:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The real mystery, Poo, is what the hell happened to Polalie?

..........Miss Meredith

8:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

.........Oscar Wilde

8:03 AM  
Blogger butch said...

Yes, that would include love, war in Iraq, war in Afghanistan, greed for profit, the Great Oil Party, and patriotism.

Glenn

8:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beauty is not caused. It is.

...........Emily D.

8:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

As you are, Emily, as you are.

........Lane

8:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.

.......Oscar Wilde

8:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

IN UNISON:
"You go, girl!"

..............Elton's John
Truman Capotty
J. Edgar Hoover
Tab Hunter
Roy Fitzgerald
Richard Chamberlain
Tiny Tim
Dick's Chainnie

8:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This blog site is becoming littered and infected and infused with gay and homosexual and lesbian inneundos, jokes, and pandering. I don't know why I find it so fascinating.

..........Duke Wayne

8:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are you getting over your homophobia, Marion? Will miracles never cease.

.........Truman C.

8:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This blog brightens my days, and believe me, these days they need brightening.

.......O.J.Simpleton

8:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm the innocent one, Juice. Everyone knows you got away with murder once. The universe is just getting its pound of flesh now.

..........Robert Bake

8:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

........Richard Brautigan

9:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How grand, both poetic and metaphysical. Well, you have the answers now, dear boy.

..........Stephen Hawking

9:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Does Santa really have red balls?

........Tiny Tim

9:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, and those crazy broads in Lapland keep trying to bite them off.

.........Edgar Poo

9:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Does Santa use elves because they are cheaper labor, or does he have a thing for midgets?

.......W. C. Fields

9:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Man, how does Santa make himself so small, and how does he make the reindeer fly? He is an amazing dude, man.

...........Tommy Chong

9:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I told you, man, he uses his magic dust to do the deed.

........Cheech Marin

9:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Under both Bush administrations, they appointed at least four felons who were convicted during the Watergate years and during Iran-Contra.

........Lawrence Ferlinghetti

9:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Crooks hang together, man, everyone knows that.

.......Tommy Chong

9:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't know if a poem has to be there to develop something. I think it's there for itself, for what the reader finds in it.

.......Marilyn Hacker

9:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Celebrity is the chatisement of merit and the punishment of talent.

No one understands this more than my loverboy, Douglas.

.........Emily

9:45 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is assuming one achieves the status of celebrity, Emily. But why not consider, "To be thoroughly conversant with a man's heart is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of despair."

...........Edgar A. Poe

9:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's pretty heavy, Poo, and way dark. What are you smoking?


............Eddy Emerald

9:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I heard that a couple of Comanches were chasing Jannie in the parking lot of Walmart.

........General Custer

9:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

.........Leonard Cohen

9:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So don't act upon your words, Lenny. Be a coward and a lazy turd like the rest of us.

.........Raymond Carver

9:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love children, and they love me. Why can't that be enough? When will people ever let me alone? When will I ever find someone to finance my next album?

........Mikal Jack's Son

9:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach 10,000 stars not to dance.

...........E.E. Cummings

9:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Far out, man. Cheech learned to sing from a parrot, man. I just play guitar, and we done OK.

...........Tommy Chong

9:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would rather learn to soar from one eagle, than to throw a sock full of crap at the moon, or stare naked eyed at the sun.

..........Mark Twaine

9:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why haven't you been to the Jewish line of humor here today. Gay, yes, Jewish, no. I resent that.

..........Woody A.

9:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

He who laughs had not yet learned the bad news.

........Bertolt Brecht

10:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lighten up, Bert. Just feel free to laugh. He who laughs in the face, in the teeth of adversity, they are my heroes, my muses.

...........Lane Savant

10:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Find ecstacy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

..........Emily D.

10:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

More treacle, anyone? Judas priest, lady, I think you may have been manic-depressive.

.........Edgar Poo

10:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ecstacy for one woman can be something loaded with five "D" batteries for another. Women used to pay doctors to masterbate them because they didn't think they deserved to have orgasms, and their stupid husbands did not help out.

............Rosie McDonnal

10:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey man, check out Burroughs for the skam on Steely Dan.

..........Eddy E.

10:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Deceiving others--that's what the world calls a romance.

..........Oscar Wilde

10:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Everyone's out of the closet now, Wildeman, and getting married, and getting their own shows on TV. The zepplin of deviancy is in its ascendance. Not since ancient Rome or Greece have we been so free to be ourselves. Have you seen Sean Penn as Harvey Milk yet? powerful and passionate, they say.

..........Tab Hunter

10:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tunes without the words, and never stops at all.

.......Emily D.

10:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Emily, I must say, that quote really moves me, pumps me up, gives me hope where before there was just rock and roll. Thanks, baby.

...........Eddy Emerald

10:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

One lives the poetry we cannot write. Others write the poetry that they dare not realize.

........Oscar Wilde

10:17 AM  
Blogger butch said...

Life itself is a poem, several of them, when it is not being a movie. Words and images, all waltzing through me like baker's cream through your teeth. I am the director. I am the author--of my life; always have been.

Glenn

10:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.

.........E.E.Cummings

10:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Since I admit to truly knowing nothing, am I alive, or am I just imagining my life in your dream?

.........Lane Savant

10:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

War is like love-it always finds a way.

........Bertolt Brecht

10:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love can be a war sometimes too, but oh those peace conferences--that's what I'm talking about.

..........Eddy E.

10:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There are those who suggest I have been, and still am a war monger. I prefer to think of myself as a puppet for my betters, and someone who knows how to make a buck.

.........G.W. Bush Jr.

10:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If life is burning out, poetry becomes the ash.

..........Leonard Cohen

10:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lenny, you've been reading my poems again. I use fires and ash as pregnant salient pulsating symbols a lot, enit?

.........Sherman A.

10:29 AM  

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