Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
So very
The following is a link to a music video, Kudos to Tyler. A band from Idaho called The Very Most is going to play any who find themselves in the mood to click along, they will play a nice diddy. Pay attention to the use of black and white dark and shadow, also at minute three fifty there is a quant saw sounding solo.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OD7kvDQW4uI
Good Harmony!
*link found complements go to very short list dot com*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OD7kvDQW4uI
Good Harmony!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Peace for pause
I enjoy poetry and prayer. In fact they are often one and the same. Any blog of mine will include the Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi. It's one my mother had me memorize age ten and never gets old. One translation follows. As I've said before it's good embeded code, even on a Monday afternoon.
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Where the blogs are
That's a folk art image a box. I call it the sweep suite.
It's a lovely evening in the sticks. Local youngsters are riding motor cycles and the livin is easy enough. One dog of ours Kona the younger moody lab mix is sitting next to her elder Maddy who is yellow/gray and an obvious senior with the gracefull temper to prove it. I'd blog more but there are books to read and selves to tuck in for a good night's sleep.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Bugs the other low life Grasshopper
Bugs the other low life Grasshopper
It’s past time for another blog. It is a noun right, blog? Today's topic you ask? Well the incredible sometimes edible bugs. Not spiders or men, simply bugs. I have a camera phone with a tiny adaptor to figure out then you'll get pictures from the yard. In Wyoming we are met by some more than other creatures from June well into December. Last year I was still singing the “flee fly or I’ll flatten you” song into the winter holiday. And yes the homestead is relatively clean, but don’t underestimate a horse fly.
What can they possibly want to bother me with when there is a short 24 to 48 hour life span? I feel a tickle of the little legs or they out in out buzz the tower, ie my face. They are God’s creatures right, so there ain’t no bugs on me is a fine way to reject their company. That, and a bath.
Sometimes I feel like the bug. And if you do why are you still on my page reading this, didn’t you hear Ferris say “go home”.
That’s my wish for all bugs that they go home, return to sender.
It’s past time for another blog. It is a noun right, blog? Today's topic you ask? Well the incredible sometimes edible bugs. Not spiders or men, simply bugs. I have a camera phone with a tiny adaptor to figure out then you'll get pictures from the yard. In Wyoming we are met by some more than other creatures from June well into December. Last year I was still singing the “flee fly or I’ll flatten you” song into the winter holiday. And yes the homestead is relatively clean, but don’t underestimate a horse fly.
What can they possibly want to bother me with when there is a short 24 to 48 hour life span? I feel a tickle of the little legs or they out in out buzz the tower, ie my face. They are God’s creatures right, so there ain’t no bugs on me is a fine way to reject their company. That, and a bath.
Sometimes I feel like the bug. And if you do why are you still on my page reading this, didn’t you hear Ferris say “go home”.
That’s my wish for all bugs that they go home, return to sender.
Friday, July 4, 2008
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