Monthly Archives: December 2013

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, … Continue reading →

Peter O’Toole, 81. He was Lawrence. Great director David Lean had a passion for making films about nutcases. In O’Toole, he found the perfect Lawrence: sensitive and wonderfully strange. Etc.: O’Toole long outlived his drinking buddy–the great Richard Burton, whose … Continue reading →

(The forever possibility) Away! Away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy. –John Keats, “Ode to a Nightingale”

Dumbass yahoos at Elk Island Park shooting paintballs at traumatized bison. Elsewhere, coyotes being shot at by a father-son team from a helicopter no less. An evil apprenticeship absurdly wreaked on the innocent, unsuspecting. Man’s inhumanity to Nature continues to … Continue reading →

The splendor of two gigantic creative bursts of imagination and their deep warm kinetic affects on a frigid morning soul…(Edmo, Dec. 14/2012)

Mine this morning was Dovie, a cute, very pleasant, friendly young woman from the Philippines. I have long found Filipinos to be a very friendly, kind, hard-working, upbeat, helpful people by and large, from my contacts with them in the coffee, fast … Continue reading →

Fudge was born in 1990 A.D. at Strathcona High In Edmonton. I’d played solo and with several groups from 1967 to 1975, and had put on teacher musical acts from 1972 to 1989, but Fudge was something different with a fairly regular … Continue reading →

“The question is whether any civilization can wage relentless war on life without destroying itself, and without losing the right to be called civilized.” –Rachel Carson, Silent Spring   Pretty much describes oil pipeline development at the expense of nature and … Continue reading →

9 daze from solstice. Late afternoon, our crescent. A familiar December blueness. (Taken sans flash. Medium size recommended for viewing.)

Dreams are funny things, their origins and suddenness out of nowhere…. In a local large pavillion-style restaurant at lunch-hour in the summer, I bumped into Queen Elizabeth wandering a bit on her own with her cane (though her movements are always … Continue reading →