Provenance

I accidentally painted a picture once and it came out real nice.
It was a really beautiful painting
Not the picture above, that's a good one too, but mine was really nice.
Everybody I showed it to thought it was something special.
So I took it to a gallery. The gallery liked it they would show it, but they wanted more similar work.
But I only painted the one.
And, like I said, it was an accident.
I only wanted to paint one - to see what it was like.
They told me to stay in contact and when I got enough paintings, we could talk about a show.
The other galleries I went to said the same.
I never painted any more.

I took it home and hung it in my living room.
A few years later, when I painted the living room, I took it down and stored it in the basement.
I forgot about it.
Twenty years later I found it again while throwing out a bunch of basement junk.
I still thought it was a real good picture, but I didn't know what to do with it.
So, reluctantly, I tossed it in the trash can.
But when the garbage man came by, he thought it was real nice and brought it to my front door and told me he found it in the trash and it was such a good painting that surely it was in the trash by mistake.
I told him, if he liked it, he could have it.
But he didn't want it, so I took it back inside.

Later, while I was out walking, I saw a yard sale and got an idea.
I went home and got the painting and went back to the yard sale and pretended I found it there.
I asked the man how much they wanted for it. He said he didn't know and asked his wife.
She didn't recognize it either but said "A hundred dollars"
I talked them down to seventy five and took it home again.

I am still not sure what to do with it.

Put that pen down and raise your hands

They say the pen is mightier,
but
if somebody comes at me with a sword,
I'm gonna run

'Twas an hillarious day.

Rode a bunch of South Seattle/Renton/Skyway/Tukwila hills today.
Ten miles of 'em.
Thought I'd see if the exercise had any effect on the migraine.
Can't say as it had, but who knows?
I was wondering how to refer to my lowest ratio gearset, so I asked my old pal, Hamlet.
This is what he said.
This is what Hamlet said.
"Well" he said, Hamlet said, "You could call it your "Granny Gear" 'cause it's the easiest one to push, but that makes you sound kinda wimpy.
That could be humorous if everyone could see that you are an incredibly, massively strong biking monster.
Which they can't
And which you're not.
Or" he continued, "you could call it your "Stump Puller" which adds a touch of the absurd in picturing pulling stumps with a bicycle. That has a bit of appeal.
On the other hand...we have a thumb..hahahaha"
Not not a great sense of humor, but he continues;
"Compound Low is another possibility, or..."
Anyway, I stopped listening about then, trying to get a straight answer from the guy is next to impossible.

Anyway, I still see stars around my head and feel like shit.
Speaking of shit;
Life is shit, and money is toilet paper.
The bigger the ass, the more paper needed.

12.20 miles
7.8 average
36.4 maximum speed (What goes up slow, comes down fast)
1:33:25 trail time.
729 + 1307 = 2036.9

Monster Mash

Last Tuesday's concert

1 - Igor's Polka

2 - Quasimodo's Dream Waltz

3 - Dracula's Gavotte

David Mesler on piano

Tony Rondolone on flute

Hard luck archipelago

Boy... it seems Japan is once again being menaced by possible nuclear disaster.
You'd think, already holding the world record, they wouldn't need any more.

Sandra Boynton's ONE SHOE BLUES starring B.B. King

B.B. King and Lucille!

My music; Admission free.

Later on, on the 8th of March, David will be hosting a recital for his students.
I will be represented there with three short pieces for piano and flute;
"Dracula's Gavotte", "Igor's Polka", and "Quasimodo's Dream Waltz".

This will take place in the Erickson theater at Seattle Central Community College.

"Dracula's Gavotte" is in 7/4 time.
"Igor's Polka" is 6/4,
and "Quasimodo's Dream Waltz" is 5/4.

The whole 6 minnit extravaganza is sometimes referred to as "Monster Mash".

This is neither a piano nor is it a flute

It's a vielle