A day

So, what do I do today, lazy and and gentleman?
Nothing prepared, I'll just blather away.
Painted the new wall between the kitchen and diningroom.
Went to a Bach's suite for unacompanied cello Saturday.
A whole bunch of cellists played the six (I blieve there were six of 'em)
suites. Very interesting to hear the differences between players.
Then after that, I went to the U-district to a church where a friend of mine was playing some piano preludes. nice.
Sunday Meredith and I went to the Burke museum to see whatever it is they have there.
What they have there is history. History remains history. You don't really need to check up on it very often to realise that it dosn't change all that much. Even after you've learned from it, it gets repeated anyway, ad nauseum.
Oh, I guess I am a little prepared, after all, I just found a "poem" on a scrap of paper in the pile on my "desk"
I think it might be about the "person" who dumped on me at that "arts" organization that I'm getting tired of griping about.

Anyway...

I guess I'm a ghost to her
The host of a ghost of hers

Is that why she sings to me?
Is that why it clings to me?

Has something long dead
Decayed in her head?

Does she think she's in danger
Because I'm a stranger?

I must be a ghost

I guess

Here's some music can you set the words to it? I doubt if I could.




















Here is a list of my favorite automotive terms from around the world

Il basomento del motore
Bougie
Knockerwellenlager
March Arriere
Dopplefallstromvergaser
Gudgeon pin
Zylinderkopfdekel
Torque Wrench

I was hoping to come up with 10 of 'em. Sic semper inanium

I am extremely jealous of Jeremy Denk's writing abilities, and his observational skills. Or maybe vice-versa

I am at home right at the moment, but soon I will go out to the store for groceries, and for lunch, and to the library where I can upload some pictures because I can't do it on this machine because somebody has upgraded something.

So, here I am at the aforementioned library, the jpg's are loaded and I will go to the store for some potatoes, milk, popcorn, and whatever else I can carry up the hill to my house. (onions?)
Then I will go home and arrange this post and push the publish button.

It's not today anymore, it's now tomorrow.

Here's my card.