Turfing

An entry for Wednesday. Some of this has been floating around in my files for awhile…
anyway, if you are free this Saturday, come down to 2nd and SE Washington for the Muralist show blow-out! 5 bands, live painting, closed off block party, the works. I will be there putting together a new [...]

Andalusia plays strongly in my dreamscapes over the years… Imaginations of what the glories were, with the poetry, philosophy and arts. I am sure I romanticize it all a bit, but looking at what has come down through the ages, it looks damn good from my 21st century perch. This edition celebrates some of the [...]

______Friday finally… I have been laid up for a couple of days, with probably the worse back I have had in maybe 20 years since I broke my pelvis and twisted my lower spine. Unmovable yesterday, slightly mobile today. I am not complaining as much as informing. Through it all I have been [...]

The problem is, if god is dead, then you lose the most important word in your language and you will need a substitute. God was one end, one extreme, and when one extreme disappears from your mental vision the necessary and inevitable is that you will fall to the other extreme, and that is what has [...]

Leonel Rugama was 20 years old.
Of friends, he preferred chess players.
Of chess players, those who lose because of the girl happening by.
Of those that pass by, the one who remains.
Of those who stay, the one who has yet to come.
Of heroes, he preferred those who don’t say they are dying for their mother country.
Of countries, the [...]