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


Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

It appears you had the party at your
digs; nice green on Redwing.
Like most groups, the book club
seems to be populated more with
women than men; although I do
detect the top of a head in the
last photo that might be male,
or a very Butch gal.
My watering is paying off.
The lawns, front and back, are
responding well. Now if I can
float a grant to pay the water
bill, that would be capital.
May slip out and see that new
cheesy Sci Fi flick PREDATORS
today. I've got a buddy who
may find time this afternoon,
and he is a Sci Fi, UFO, Bigfoot
crazy person whom I love
dearly. Another scorch your
scrotum kind of day, back to
kissing 90 again. It is great
that we have A/C at our place.
It makes summer tolerable.
Are there any other Mozart
freaks in your book club?

9:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My one regret in life
is that I am not someone else.

............Woody Allen

9:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

To destroy
is always the first step
in any creation.

........e.e. cummings

9:18 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Pretty deep sentiment there, e.e.
Could extend your statement
to include all forms of art,
and even life itself.
Our life force or spirit is
hopefully eternal. I am
told that no energy source
is ever destroyed, it is just
converted to something else,
part the great continuum.
Hey Duglus, did you like my
visualizations recorded after
listening to "Eightball in the
corner pocket"?

9:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

dem old broads hangging out at youse
crib look like smart ones. Do dey
challenge yer intlectt much?


9:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There is a remote possibility that
just breathing challenges Doug's
intellect. He has always existed,
and struggled to function on some
other plane, not quite in synch
with the rest of we lemmings
within our divers ruts.

...............Chuckie Cheez

9:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We are not special.
We are not crap or trash,
either. We just are.
We just are, and what
happens just happens.

...........Chuck Palahniuk

10:03 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Poor old Chuckums must have had
a bad day or something, and
found himself reduced to some
kind of flotsam, just adrift in
his life. I think his rant is pure
horseshit, for although shit
happens, we are not drones,
automatons, or victims out
here. Look inside, old Chuck
Meister, and you will get a
peek of the truth. It might
make you smile more on
one of those days.

10:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Buttkus, for a fairly smart guy,
you live in a Pollyanna world
of naivete sometimes.
Every chance you get you
spew your New Age hippy
crap around like pixie dust.
Get a grip. Get your head out
of the clouds today.

...........Edgar Allen Poo

10:10 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Yeah, Lane might agree with you,
Pooboy, but then it is what makes
each lifetime an adventure, enit?
Seize the day, for sure, but why
not check out its metaphysical
validity too?

10:12 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

I have no idea where the title for "eightball" came from.
It was called "Dichotomy", then "Soliloquy" "Aria".
I've been envisioning it as a lonely person in a funk with someone else trying to cheer them up, and ultimately failing.
But your scenario with the loner pool hall guy works,
Can you hear the piano sounding like balls being knocked around

3:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And another thing, the first part of creation in measuring, e.e.

..Juan Hu Noze

3:07 PM  
Anonymous J. Funster said...

Hey Jannie got on the Mozart bandwagon

And now, some Mozart Book Titles
for you and Laneā€¦

Mozart At The Movies
Mozart & The Alien Invasion
One Hundered Mozarts At The Mall
The Day Mozart Ran A Marathon
Mozart Stole My Alien Baby

Wait! Those are sounding strangely more like National Enquireer headlines.

7:59 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

So that's what that piano was
doing? Smacking balls, indeed.
Wow, our visualization were
actually pretty similar, enit?
Great minds and all that!
Great that Jannie gave you
another plug on her site.
The Mozart Bug seems
to have bitten a bunch of us.

8:02 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Lane, you old dog.
You read more than I do,
more than many of us
except maybe Melva
who reads constantly
and then can't recall titles
and authors.
You think more than I do,
or at least I think you do.
You create more than I do
though much of those Savant
creations stay cloistered on
dark basement shelves, and
deep second story drawers;
thanks Allah, you have FFTL
and you share images of all
kinds of Palmer mania.
You sleep more than I do,
or you say you do, which is
the same thing, only different.
You fix things much more
than I do, since I have the
mechanical aptitude of a
fruit fly. But then somebody
has to be a Fixer--even
though often you rush,
and your stuff breaks, and
you have to fix it again.
When you had your own
Garage, and cars came back
broken, I always thought it
was just bad luck, but now
I see it was a sure fire way
for you to pump up your own
importance through making
yourself indispensable.
All these things are true,
or nearly true, in my mind's
eye and colon, but regardless
I think I love you. Not misplaced
homo fag frenzy, oh no, the
Man Love that comes from
50 years of friendship,
and a relationship more extant
now than ever.
Who knew?

8:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What the hell are you saying, Bub?


8:27 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

It's OK, Emily, I am not
trying to hit on your man.
It's just evening, and I am
stuffed with great BBQ
from Branks, and the past
folded back on itself for a
tiny moment, stretched out
like an Indian rug, colorful
busy, exotic, touchable,
and I caught a glimpse of
Lucille, the 1949 girlfriend
Doug had after high school,
and Palmer was Mercer for
a time, and Alaska was
beckoning, though none of us
really knew it, and Doug came
out to visit me and my folks
at the farm we rented in
Covington, back when it was
rural, and we played handball
out in the barn, each winning
one game. You know, dearie,
crap like that that springs up
from 1960 like it was a fresh
mushroom on the lawn of
my mind.

8:35 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Yup, I really got wound-up last night,
enit? Probably have way too much
time on my hands or something.
Years ago I decided it wasn't right
to have Melva have to work so hard
around the house, as well as do all
the yard work, and hold down a
full time job, so I hired one of
those maid services, and they
come in and do a two hour
cleansing every other week.
This is their morning, so I had
to rise earlier than I would have
preferred in order to get ready
for them. Think I will treat my
self to breakfast in a restaurant
on their mornings. Hey, that
sounds a bit of alright.
Called Melva in TX at her
mother's this morning. She
and gal pal were just getting
up. Love rapping with my
85 year old mother-in-law.
I am going to join Captain Bud,
one of my best friends (yes,
their numbers are limited)
and we will go out and see
the new Sci Fi movie,
PREDATORS. I don't think
that it is part of the Predator/
Alien series of sequels, they
are just using the title.
Christ, August is almost here,
and that means Sea Fair,
and the hydroplane races
right there on your lake back
yard, and the Blue Angels,
and vintage planes flying over
too, and all kinds of goodies.

6:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Life doesn't imitate art,
it imitates bad television.,

..........Woody Allen

6:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for clearing up the confusion
about you and my lover man,
Douglas. You had me going there
for a moment.


6:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why is it that you feel
like a dope if you laugh
alone, but that's usually
how you end up crying?

..............Chuck Palahniuk

6:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Where are all the homosexuals
this morning? Believe it or not,
I think I miss their little poofy

...............George Patton

6:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My cousin is gay, but he is
a weight lifter too, and I
think he could kick your
old four star ass, General.

................Tiny Tim

6:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

By the way busy man Palmer,
how goes the construction of
the ukulele and tiny violin?

................Lennie Bernstine

6:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nothing recedes
like progress.

........e.e. cummings

6:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey dude, have you considered
composing some kick ass
rock-and-roll? I know you have
the will and music in your bones,
but you seem to stay in the
long hair category. Need to hear
BLUES riffs coming out of your

..........Eddie Emerald

6:33 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

That's a corker of a suggestion
there Eddie. Doug, can you create
slide guitar riffs with our set

6:34 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Actually, that would be
"your" set up. I, too, am in
the mood for some Beale
Street wailing, and growling,
and complaining about how
women do us wrong.

6:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Evven us wiseguys like dat hardkore
blues tunes, big shot, so maybee youse
cood whip up sum chords dat wud
kurl my strate hares der.


6:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, Lane, not long ago you
made up some blues lyrics,
and that was cool, so now
just get out your guitar,
put that slide on your finger
and get to it; or just find a
way to do it electronically.
Has any modern composer
done that before?

.................Robbie Johnson

6:42 AM  

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