Chairs, fabric, sewing machine, staples
Before and afterThis is what all the stapling is all about.
Life sure gets exciting around here.
The piece formerly known as Cellocon1 is finished again.
Maybe this time it'll stick.
Started some preliminary expeditions into the musical wilderness in search of a couple violin beasties to tame.
There's no point complaining about my health, Butch has me beat on that score anyway, so I'll just bug off.
I think the chairs look nice.
Dinner tonight was home made whole wheat noodles and chicken in a very interesting sauce that featured heating coffee beans in cream to form a base.
Yeah, I know I promised to bug off.
So....bye
posted by Lane Savant at 6:34 PM
33 Comments:
Yep, your dinner sounds like a version of Stew-Art.
Welcome back to the living!
Gee, sorry that me being so candid about my various health issues has dampened your enthusiasm for ranting about your own. Do you have another cold, like the rest of us?
The chairs look "reconditioned" for sure. Remember as kids how envious we were of those dudes who could work on upholstry in cars. The many junkers I owned through the 60's were all needing some upholstry repair. Nothing like the smell of tuck and roll leather in a custom rod, enit?
Cellocon1 is finished, like all works of art, one stops tinkering with it at some point, and moves on to the next thing. But it never hurts months or years later to return to it and redo it from the perspective of who you have become in the interim, what you've learned, what you've lost, and like that.
My TFC meeting in Tacoma went off well last night, had like 28 attendees, and lots of responding and commenting regarding our three films. I was kind of lethargic until the event began to unfold, and then I became energized by the enthusiasm of others. Nothing like a good dose of fellowship to perk up an old fat man, enit? Although on those nights I go to bed like two hours later than I usually do, and I did sleep in over an hour this morning, which starts one's day in the negative column, sort of.
Your dinner fare sounds neat. Melva is always cooking up some kind of chicken delicacy, lots of caseroles and with rice, and just baked with tons of herbs, and once in a while southern fried. Actually I had Cajun chicken last night in town at Popeye's, and it is always a spicy treat.
Supposed to be nice weather today, up into the 50's. Won't that be special?
Glenn
Why Douglas, have you got an ailment of some sort. Please share with us, so that you can get the proper amount of sympathy and TLC.
...........Emily
He is just manning up, Emmie. Real men just suck up ill health and suffer quietly; kind of silly actually. Nothing like a good rant or bitch session to exorcise the divers virus.
...........Eddy Emerald
Hell, conversing with you always makes me ill, Emily, so what's the big deal?
........Edgar A. Poo
Actually ill health can be creative, if one just turns their attention on it, and finds the comic elements in being human, fragile, and sick.
.........Woodie Alan
Kransberg-talvi, what is Stew Art? Sounds fascinating, kind of the old mulligan stew deal, or what?
..........Lester FallsApart
Strong beautiful women Native American poets, like Joy Harjo, Diane Hogan, Kimberly Blaeser, and Louise Erderich are showing up over at Butch's blog, FEEL FREE TO READ, and the poetry is hot. Then for fun he threw in Keith Wilson, who passed away recently, Bobby Byrd, and Joe Somoza.
...........Emily
Nice of you to give a little plug for the blog site, Emily. Thanks, I appreciate it.
Glenn
You are very welcome, Butchie Boy. Anyone as dedicated to poetry as you are deserves to have a lot of folks join you in that dance, that joy, that passion. And Poo, bite me, you diseased troll.
..........Emily
Been a while since you were able to convert some of Doug's rants into poetic linebreaks. Whatsamatterfor you?
..........Tiny Tim
Poetry, even the conversion linebreak kind that I occasionally
practice, is like good sex; it comes in spurts. One never knows when it will appear, from within me or without, from others in a fine collaboration. Sometimes Doug is poetic with his prose, sometimes he gets down and dirty and writes his own lines; one never knows.
Glenn
I am so pleased that my poetry was well received, by you and Douglas and Lane and Fidelio too.
............George A. Custer
People raved about John's poetry. I always thought it was a bit shallow and weak. But then my own poetry has never been shown to folks, so where do I get off?
........Sir Paul MacKartknee
The thing about poetry is it can be horrific, bad, silly, and yet still have merit for somebody out there, like those sophomoric writers that feel they have to strain to make up a rhyme scheme, or it won't be considered poetry. Hell, free verse has ten times the visceral and imaginative punch than those strait jacketed a/a or b/b or a/b-a/b ditties.
.............Jack Karoak
Damn rights. Poetry should reflect the writer, rough edges, warts, biases, cruelty, passion, and hang ups, everything. It should light a fire under the reader's butt, should stir up emotion, should challenge the intellect, should be a journey, might be a parable, could embrace science fiction, metaphysics, and go wherever the hell it finds itself, like a word snake, a dragon of the spirit shaking its ass and flapping its wings in your face. It can be an exercise in absurdity or esthetics, like Doug's poems, or punch you in the solar plexus, or choke the shit out of you. It should embrace you, violate you, tickle you, but sure as hell touch you, like the incompareable Sherman Alexie.
Glenn
I wrote some poems too, while lying there at the end, with my broken neck, broken spirit, waiting for death to give me that icy kiss. One day I will share it right here on Lane's site.
..........George Patton
Butch has included a lot of my poetry on his site. It is great to re-read my angst and pain.
.........Edgar Poo
To please Doug, and me, Butch has reprinted dozens of my poems. They look good unearthed and shining out there on the cyber line.
.........Emily
Odd to find a few of my poem on his site. I guess he is into all kinds of verse.
........Dylan Thomas
"Poetry is like good sex, it comes in spurts." I like that line, Glenn. I may turn it into a lyric and add music, and steal the shit out of it.
.......Elton's John
You know there is plethera of gay poetry out there too, if one looks for it. It is full of life and love and kinkiness. Check them out.
............George Mikel
Odd to have myself called Pee Wee, because everyone know I have a crank like a Missouri mule.
......Paul Reubens
Herman, that was just rude! So, are you busy this afternoon?
.........J. Edgar Hoooverr
Few people knew that I was bisexual; not even me.
.........Buddy Brandoe
Hey Bud, I rewatched THE MISSOURI BREAKS again recently, and looked carefully at your performance; which in the past I had dismissed as silly--and I found you were doing some good work, more depth than originally assumed. Funny how time can color one's responses.
Glenn
Initially, looking at Palmer's posting, I did not think there would be much for the Cyber gang of the dearly departed to get worked up about. Just goes to show you that they can jump into anything at the drop of a feather.
..........Tiny Tim
Been a while since I weighed in here at the Savant Store. So I would like to add my two cents as well. I bought some wonderful too-toos and moo-moos recently, paisley prints mostly. I have learned to drive now, and I am no longer fearful of the police.
.........Alfred Hitch'scockel
I tell you, I never had murder with that bitch, even though she deserved it. I wonder if I will ever work again?
.......Robert Bake
Isn't Palmer having a birthday next month? We will all have to keep a sharp eye to his comments, or go back into the archives and figure out the eact day, then make up a banner and go hang it on Benaroya Hall, enit?
.......Chief Victor
Speaking of great performances, last night's "An evening with Eartha Kitt"
Featured her version of "La vie en Rose" that was one of the most moving performances of a song, or anything else, I've ever heard.
Even Joan Baez's a capella job to a half-million people at Woodstock paled.
Eartha Kitt was 81 years old at the time of the show.
WoW!
Hallo, Lane+Meredith,
Meredith can not only take great pix; she can also make a mean chair; the LL really enjoyed sitting in it!!!
Tschuess,
Anonomann
Hallo, Y'all!
Once more my comment was doubled because the blog spell-checking filter didn't acept a correct spelling; a "rub-out" job for Vinnie or Sparafucile!!!
Sehr veraergert,
Anonomann
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