Thursday, July 29, 2010

Oh, Purfle!!

Purfling is indeed a word worthy of
much consideration and repetition.
It has the harshness of scatology
and the mystery of some creative
act, like it might have been a word
used in the kama sutra, or that one
might find stamped on rubber goods
at an adult "love" shop.
It also has a scientific ring to it,
like it was part of a very complete
rendering process, before something
could be put in a cyclotron.
Matter has to go through complete
purfling before anatomically it can
separate its atoms properly.
Or it could be a medical term,
that a purfling clamp must be
used during all rectal reconstruction.
Or it might be a gardening tip,
that when creating hybrids, one
must remember the purfling stage,
when the plant genetics are unstable.
Or it could be a aerodynamic term,
that when your plane begins the
purfling, it must be bailed out of,
because here is no recovery from
purfling; it will tear the wings off.
Or it is a racing term, that when
someone is driving 250mph,
in a tight corner, and their wheels
start purfling, one has to pray
that the lugs will hold, or the
front end will just fly apart.
Or it might be a nautical term,
that when a sailor is tying knots
and they get too tight, and one
cannot untie them, you have to
use the purfling tool to loosen
the hemp. Or it might be a
Drug term, like when you are
cooking meth, and it begins to
turn purple, and starts purfling,
you need to run like hell.
Or it might be a hairdresser's term,
for after one puts their hair in
corn rows, after 3 months, when
the larva begins to develop from
not washing one's hair thoroughly,
the ends begin purfling, and it is
definitely time to unravel the hair.
Or it could be a fishing term,
when deep sea fishing for Marlin,
after you put the flashers and
multi-hooks on your gear, you
put six red balls near the hooks
so that the line will begin
purfling; the Marlin love that.
Yes, sir, you have unearthed
a literary treasure trove, for sure.

- Poem by Glenn

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Big noise

I've been reading a big biography about Led Zeppelin
As far as I know They used very few ukuleles

The black stripe around the edge of uke is called purfling, a word that I just can't seem to stop saying these days

Science update.

Hi, doc Frankenstein here.
You've probably been wondering what I've been up to since that unfortunate incident with the (unfairly called) monster.
Well; I've been thinking, planning, studying, and updating my lab.
I now have all of the modern equipment to do my work with a precision only dreamed of "back in the day" as you kids are saying it now.
Micro surgery, MRI, CAT, and all these...well, miracles of your modern science have made quite a difference in 'product'.
That and not using incompetent hired help.

Little known fact, Igor's real name actually was Martin Feldman.

True story.

In fact, I don't use any help at all, I have found a source for materials (it's a secret) and I deal directly, so I only get quality goods.
So that with the hi-tech equipment powered by a top of the line Hobart generator (no more waiting around for stormy weather) puts me at the top of the heap lab-wise.

So, I am proud to announce that my latest experiment is a great success.
Healthy body, and a perfectly normal brain (don't ask) (and micro surgery, love that micro surgery) all add up to a safe'n'sane non-monster.

IT LIVES!!!!!! Hahahahaha!

'Scuse me, I love that line.
Only part of all the nonsense media attention that was worth a damn (pardon my French).
Anyway, the only problem is...well, it's just some guy.
No electrodes, pretty good lookin' the stitches don't show at all, and smart enough, but BORING!


Just another whaddya call'im...?
John Doe.
Mr. Everybody.
Man on the friggin street!
Leopold Bloom, fer crissake!.

Plus all my patent apps have been turned down.

Being a genius really sucks at times.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Horn Sonata

6 Hours today at the computer, now I have two movements of a horn/piano sonata.
But not a clue as to an amusing and/or surreal blog.

Finally saw "Treasure of the Sierra Madre" on TV
That was Friday.
Finally heard "Stinking Badges" at the source.
That was also Friday.
Concurrently with the movie.
On TV.

The house is all painted and all the windows unstuck.

Check in with yez later.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Swell party


The book group swings.
We also discussed the book, about the brain that changes itself.

Apparently, we can learn things.

Maybe that's why we have books

Friday, July 23, 2010

Riding my bicycle
Up Queen Anne hill
Goin' up's a bother
Goin' down's a thrill
Pushin' on the pedals
With my tongue hangin' out
When I get to the top,
You can hear me shout
You can't beat this
No, you can't beat this
'cause, when I turn around.
I'll race down like a coo-ool breeze.

More bike ride nonsense

34.37 miles
10.7 average
96.1 max speed, that's what it said
34.2 max speed, that's what I remember before whatever it was that made it go wonky.
3:11:39 road time
516.9 odo + 1307

I'm tired, I'll get back to you later.


Green house

The house is pretty close to painted.
It looks good,
Light green.
Like the Prius.
Like the VW van. (w/o mold and rust)
Matching house and cars -
How sophisticated -

We chose the colors without considering the roof -
which is red...
but pretty dark with age.

Not as bad as it could be.

Someone else has to look at it from afar - not me -
I only have to see it close up -
Can't see the roof from the car, or when I get out of the car, or while I'm inside.

It's like my face.

I don't have to look at it...

That's your problem.

It is not without the realm of possibility that I will post a picture; when I get the time; I have a couple dozen books with "Mozart" in the title to read.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Literature in a jugular vein

Speaking of blood, I just read a book about vampires, werewolves and an opera singer.
Called Mozart in the jungle, or something with Mozart in it.

Actually called "Mozart's blood" by Louise Marley.
"Mozart in the jungle" is by Blair Tindall.
They are both about nastiness in the music biz.
Blair's is autobiographic.
Louise's is metaphoric.... 

And maybe psychological-autobiographical.

I'll read anything with Mozart in the title.

Actually, it's a pretty good story even discounting the vampire/werewolf gimmick.


Tuesday, July 20, 2010


We all know what a good thing blood banks are.
Taking from those of us who take care to keep ours inside, and giving to those who are a little less cautious about it.

So, I'm thinking what a good thing it would be to have a mental health bank.
Where us sane folks, those of us who keep a respectable balance between our imaginations and our observations,
can donate a pint of rationality to those in need.
Those who insist on trying to live in the "should be" rather than the "what you see is what you get"

Both groups would gain.
The latter, a more enjoyable life.
And the former, a chance to re-experience that wonderful learning curve all over again.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Somebody's got to do it.

Obama's theme song might well be; "Clowns to the left of me - jokers
to the right, and here I am, stuck in the middle with you

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Day to day

Spent yesterday fixing up holes in the house, replacing some busted siding and repairing some rotted spots.
Getting ready for the painters to, hopefully, do it right this time.
Although I'll probably not ever know if it lasts 30 years, 'cause I'm not likely to.
I'll know if it's a bad job, however, most likely.
Been looking for a pianist for a salon performance of the violin/piano piece.
"Eight ball in the side pocket" first on the jukebox over there.
Got the violinist, a great one, but first choice for piano is not available.

Finished our subscription to the Seattle Chamber Music festival this year.
Four performances.
Great music close up.
Was a touch weird going to B-Hall where I once heard my very own work performed.
"Nightmare prelude"
Is that on my jukebox?
Lemme check.
Yes, number seventeen.

Earlier in the month, I attended Soundbridge,  a recital for David's students where David and Tony Rondolone played my set of caprices for piano and clarinet.
Recorded it too.
Didn't feel odd at all being there. I guess I really don't care about SSO's opinion of myself.
Most all of the folks I met during my volunteer time were truly nice people.
The trouble came from one I didn't know at all and wouldn't recognize if I saw her on the street.
Which I may have done.
How would I know?

The other troublemaker was a "Christian", so you just got to forgive, forget, and turn the other cheek, because, that's something that these people worship too much to ever sully with actual practice.

Anyway, I'm stiff and sore after putting in an actual work day's worth of work yesterday, so I'm off to do nothing today.
Soon as I see who wrote this post.

Whoaa! James Joyce wrote it!

Yes - The

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Some fun

Here's a link that will analyze your writing and tell you what famous writer you write like.

I have tried this who do you write like site out on some of my blogs, I write like; William Gibson. David Foster Wallace, Kurt Vonnegut, Arthur C Clarke, James Joyce, James Fenimore cooper, And Vladimir Nabokov.
My friend Glenn writes like Chuck Palahniuk.
Sherman Alexie writes like David Foster Wallace.

And, this is rich, Emily Dickinson's poem, "If I can stop one heart from breaking" was written by Bram Stoker.

Hamlet's famous soliloquy was written by Charles Dickens.

Major seismic event in the literary world.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

New link; City Hall Composers,(ya can't beat 'em)

City councilman Nick Licata has a segment of his blog featuring Seattle composers.
Look for "City Hall Composers" under "Other Composers (ya can't beat 'em)
I'm not on the list yet, but I'm workin' on it.

  • Nick Licata honors Seattle's composers
  • Sunday, July 11, 2010

    More musical instruments

    I continue to kill time (hey, time is trying to kill me!) by building violins, ukuleles and this thing that's halfway between a violin and a ukulele.
    Three ukes on the work bench and two violins. The violins are small sizes, for Ruby (five years old, she's five, five years, she can kick, streeeetch...and kick, she's five years old) a quarter size, and a tenth.
    Got glue allover my fingers in an attempt to stick a bunch of decorative chunks of wood on the ukulele....think I'll run down and check if that's dry yet.

    Maybe pictures....I dunno......

    Tuesday, July 06, 2010

    Yet another bike adventure.

    Zipped up Lk Wash to B-G trail, followed that to it's end at Golden Gardens (so named for spectacular sunsets(at the foot of sunset hill)) trudged up the twisty windy hill out of the park (not all that promptly, but I did it) to 85th.
    Popped over to Whittier primary school (where I first met).
    Took a break at 22 miles in Salmon Bay park (think that's it's name anyway), then coasted on downtown to that bit of northwest urbanity known as "the waterfront" and out through the industrial segment of the metropolis to the bottom end of Boeing Field where I encountered the dread Ryan Way verticaloid bit of thoroughfare, which I promptly conquered, (not all that promptly, but I diddit!)
    Endorphins run amok in my bloodstream.


    40.30 miles
    10.9 avg speed.
    37.7 max speed (I don't remember that bit)
    3:41:34 hours in motion
    482.5 on the odo + 1307 = 1789.5

    I am most happy at this moment to be distributing my weight on the totality of my gluteo-maximal assemblage thanks to this softly upholstered tilting swiveling Office Max chair.

    Enough of this chit-chat I've got cold liquids to ingest.

    Monday, July 05, 2010

    Dig it

    Dry running the equipment for Merediths upcoming archaeological adventure.

    I bought this thing back in the seventies along with my gore-tex jacket that I still wear and can be seen in many of my photos.

    Still looks good and works well.

    Nice fourth with the family, although they sort of arrived sequentially rather than en partie.
    Gary didn't get here 'till 3:30 and Dan and Maria 'till 7:30 or so.

    But the kids were a hoot.
    I showed them my collection of ABS hardware store instruments, violins, et cetera and yea did they create a joyful noise.

    Now I have a commission to make a small violin for Ruby.

    It's nice to have a reason to make something.

    I think I'll make an exit.

    Saturday, July 03, 2010

    My DaDa

    He got his ass shot off in Korea.

    There has been much improvement in prostheses since then.

    Fourth of July; Yeah America!!!

    Thursday, July 01, 2010

    Canada day

    Let's all sing!


    O you see.....uhh...uber alles.....a brueve a nos sillons...all over the world.............forever!

    Keep up the good work Canada and try to cut back on the burning police cars.
    Although riots are a lot of fun, you've got a ways to go to catch up with Seattle.

    BTW, Canada, I've got my enhanced drivers license, so we may be up for a visit oneofthesedays.

    The wife loves Drumheller, though I think it could be a little closer to the border.

    I took my clarinet to the shop and it's spozed to be ready today.
    I'll find out if it sounds terrible 'cause it was all dried up and leaky or whether it's my lack of talent.

    I'll have to e-mail Marjorie and see if the piano/violin piece performance is viable.

    Well that's all the news from lake Wash-be-gone, where the men are men and a lot of the wimmen are too.

    Keep your stick on the ice.

    Remember we're all in this alone,
    Completely, sadly,  devastatingly...alone.
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