Monday, November 02, 2009

The party grows

Another blog for you all to check out.

Friko's Musings

Excellent writer.
More importantly, she laughed at my joke.

This is all about my social insecurity.
Something that the insurance I paid the Government for all those working years of my more or less meaningless life has not helped with.

In spite of it's title and implied guarantee.

I am still pretty much a pariah anywhere but at my keyboard.

Yes, I'm still going on about the Seattle Symphony.
Gave me something to hate at least.
Goes against all the principles drummed into me by "Cristian" upbringing.
Not what I wanted, needed or expected from my willingness to be of service to the disreputable organization.

But, you know, lemons and lemonade and all that polyphony.

BUT;

Frankly I'm getting a little sated with lemonade.

I think I'll try a shot or two of Wild Turkey.

Get ready for Thanksgiving, as it were

Or may be soon.

You may well surmise, seeing that I'm putting a space between each sentence, that I'm running out of ideas.

You may well.

As may well Ophelia

11 Comments:

Blogger Friko said...

Thanks for recommending my blog; you do me great honour, Sir, or some such guff.
Thanks also for your very intelligent comments on the two posts you read; they were rather good (the posts, I mean), weren't they? I do a good rant.

What's the connection with the Seattle Symphony? A lady fiddle player of said orchestra went to Barbados in a private concert party some years ago which included my fiddler. Small world.

I wish I could follow you but as you don't seem to have the relevant button installed I have put you in my bookmarks.

12:46 PM  
Blogger Jannie Funster said...

I myself am going Zen.

1:51 PM  
Blogger Blue Bunny said...

i bin zen for meny meny yeers and finding it easir to be happie,

and i only say bad werds a few times a day now, stead of evry meenit liek in my olde unlitened days.

1:53 PM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

Friko, I am impressed by the quality of your writing.
This blog was started in order to complain about the treatment I received at SSO.
And as retaliation for a former member who was much more cruelly abused.
I was a volunteer for about 4 yrs.
Ended up with a cute note from their lawyer threatening to call the cops for talking to a friend on the sidewalk in front of the place.
I have to this day no reason what the complaint might have been.
Several of the musicians are on friendly terms as are most of the people I worked with there.
Faceless jackasses in HR decided that I was harmless enough to vent the frustrations of an hostile work place I guess.
I don't even know what button to install.
Other intelligent music blogs you might check out are Margie Talvi's and Ilkka Talvis'

6:27 PM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

Jannie, Isn't Zen that place about 40 miles east of El Paso?
I was enlightened once.
The scales fell from my eyes.
Broke my glasses and I had to sweep them up.
Scared the crap out of me.

I keep the curtains closed and my heart in a bullet proof vest.

6:31 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Why would you be searching
for meaning in your life
during the last 27 seasons
of it? Well...perhaps you
are right, again. We tend
to look backward the further
along the road we venture,
stirring at the past like
the smoking ashes of some
abandoned campfire, once a
flame, now just consumed carbon.
I loved the Zen, Texas lines,
and the pursuit of enlightenment,
just because we can, or should,
or must. Are we in lesson here
as suggested by many metaphysicists?
Probably, but what have we
learned? Do we actually know
jack shit, or do we just get
the crumbs from the cosmos?
You know, the few odd pieces
of the puzzle, shards of truth;
never the big picture , never
absolute clarity. So, feral
as we are, we then lapse into
various forms of "faith",
hoping that our pieces are
sufficient to give us some
clues, some purpose, some
meaning in all this.
Thanks for the link to Friko,
the first one just led to
her profile. Another cyber
pal would be cool, linked up,
connected by our very own
Savant.

5:48 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

If followed the link to the United Kingdom, to FRIKO'S MUSINGS, and saw the comment you put on her rant about kids and playtime. Then I tried to leave a comment, and
could not get a click to allow me to do so. Is there a registration procedure for this, Friko?
I love your writing; really dug the piece on Bremen, and would like to join in on the comments,
but have hit the stone wall, as
they say. So what's the dealio,
Sir Savant. Was it just my office
computer, my cyber ignorance, or what?

6:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane & Other Readers of this great Blogspot:
I'm now at the Landesbibliothek in Schwerin (Germany), where I use one of their publich computers to access your Blog-Spot and, right now, to find out how the Seattleites voted in yesterday's election.
I'm overjoyed to see that they voted heavily against the President (or whatever she was) of the SSO's Board in her "race" to be County Executive (as if chairing a symphony board qualifies one to run a county as big as King County??!!
I'm also happy I can tell the LL that a Green candidate (she classifies herself as "Green") is leading in the Mayor's race!!
And that Tim Eyman finally lost an Initiative race!!
And that Gays will finally be treated as (almost) full-scaled citizens of the State of Washington!!
The LL, of course, wants me (as always) to give her regards, not to Broadway, but to you, Meredith, and Keth, please.
Tschüß,
Anonomann

6:50 AM  
Blogger Jannie Funster said...

Sorry about those hat and hair broken links on my current blog post, all fixed now.

9:20 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Friko responded to my email inquiry
relative to not being able to leave
comments on her site, and like
me, she is not the Cyber Wizard, and is not sure why Lane gets
through, makes a connection, and
I cannot. Those cyber gnomes have
a sense of humor, I suppose.
She left a comment on FFTR,
and sent me an email, so we,
at least can communicate, but
what a pisser that I can't lay
down my rants and whims as
they come to fruition, enit?
Here it is, folks, Friday.
And I was, am, more than ready
for it. Jannie is all over FFTR,
leaving comments like blue
bunny droppings, and I love it.
I just cannot seem to be able
to say what I have to say in
such short paragraphs, or brief
sentences, like you and she do;
I guess you've figured that out
over this past few cyber years
of our re-acquaintance.
So it is off to have my IV treatment this afternoon, and
then hang around town, Tacoma,
and host the TFC screening of
THE MISFITS for tonight. I tried
and follow a new poet, Joan Kane,
picked up on her over on Joy
Harjo's blog, but her available
poetry on line is minimal, then
I found Duane Locke, and he is
just the iconic eccentric and
brilliantly off-center dude I
have waited for; a college
professor, an artist, a musician,
and a wingnut, all rolled up
in one. And he has published
thousands of poems, so I might
find a few for the the FFTR
fodder. Have you lined up
some concerts and events for
this weekend, sir?


Glenn

6:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You spelled "Christian" wrong.
Prepare to spend eternity burning in the fires of hell.

....Your loving God

12:40 PM  

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