Searching for the next Hunter S. Thompson in the Age Of Technology...An interesting take on how The Good Doctor had it easy. We must excuse those who are ignorant of their subject matter.
Photograph by Kilroy_60

I think I'm going to Katmandu
That's really, really where I'm going to
If I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do...
I know I'm gonna miss the U.S.A.
I guess I'll miss it every single day
But no one loves me here anyway
I know my plane is due
The one that's going to Katmandu
Up to the mountains where I'm going to
If I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do...
- Bob Seger
Bloggus InterruptusWork has been requiring an inordinate amount of time of late. Thus my recent bout of bloggus interruptus. Time to get caught up. To any of you who have messages among the 250ish emails sitting in my Inbox I will be responding ASAP, "P" being the variable.
As I write this, I am also completing the 7 posts that are at the moment still "to be continued". There's plenty of material to go around. Catastrophes and crises, bad behavior, leadership failures, destruction, senseless violence and death. {After the weekend, everything will be wrapped up tight...like a flag draped coffin being delivered to Dover Air Force Base.}
The Leader of the Free World {sic} and his compatriot from across the pond are conducting a joint news conference as I am writing,
or more clearly stated trying to write, this. Time and time again my train of thought is ripped off its tracks by the spewing of deluded, misconstrued, ill-advised assertions and delusions from our {gag} leader. George W. Bush has to be the preeminent manure distributor on the planet.
Spilling Out of The Horn of Plenty...<> Midadventures, Blunders and Psychopathy {Yes, work has been keeping me busy}
<> Playing With The Redhead
<> The War on...
<> Vietnam Minus Jungle Add Sand And Repeat
<> OBL/CIA/MIA and the Coward In His Spiderhole
<> Our Partners in The War On Terror
<> Iraq Prime Minister Addresses Congress
<> Israel, Lebanon, Hezbollah and America's Head Is In It's Ass
<> Cowboy Diplomacy On Brokeback Mountain
<> 1984-----------> "We The People..."<-----------Bush II <> Lance Bass is gay...More than just a happy boy {This is considered
"News"}
<> Got gas? 8 keystrokes, how much profit did oil companies gain in that moment?
<> Housing Market Goes Exclusively FSBO; Realtors Flock to McDonald's and Wal*Mart for Job Security
<> Shoeless Joe, Charlie Hustle, Barry Juice and
The Hall<> Headbutts by Buttheads
<> Latrobe, Pennsylvania...home of Rolling Rock beer and the Super Bowl Champion Pittsburgh Steelers training camp
<> The ESPY Award for the Team of the Year goes to...The Pittsburgh Steelers! {Oh Bus...Magic Bus...}
<> Debating death with dignity in the wake of Hurricane Katrina
<> Congress Approves Funding for Lifesaving Medical Research - Bush Issues First Veto
<> Prime Minister of Japan sings,
"Wiseman say, only fools rush in..." standing next to George W. Bush along with Priscilla and Lisa Marie at Graceland
<> NASA celebrates safe, extremely successful space shuttle mission...Next!
<> Will Valerie Plane become Dick Cheney's Paula Jones?
<> Department of Homeland Security Issues List of Top Terror Targets
<> Puggles,
THIS is what people have a problem with? !? Children and adults are mauled to death. Talk of banning breeds that are not only proven dangerous, but that serve no other purpose...The response is Out of the question! Create hybrids that bring joy to people whil posting no threat?...To Hell with That! comes the response. I find myself confused.
<> Andrea Yates, Not Guilty By Reason Of Insanity
At the Box OfficeMovies I've been watching recently:
- Fargo
- The Undefeated
- What About Bob?
- Soylent Green
- Instinct
- Something's Gotta Give
- Random Hearts
- The Sons of Katie Elder
- The Mighty WInd
- Dogma
- 12 Angry Men
- Cocoon
- Airport
- Key Largo
{Note: I somehow lost the commentary about this concert that I originaly wrote. I was looking over things after posting last night - August 3rd - and it was gone. I have absolutely no idea how it happened. This is a reasonable facsimile of what was originally written.
Willie Nelso represents the best of what America has to offer. He embodies what America should be. If you don't understand these statements, you should do a bit of research. If you disagree, I advise that you reconsider your position.}
...Whiskey For My Men! ...Beer For My Horses!!Since I last wrote TheSpecialOne surprised me with tickets for a Willie Nelson And Family concert.
Let's see, where do we start? I don't know if you've read Willie's Book
The Facts Of Life And Other Dirty Jokes, but he's got a new one out that no one should miss,
The Tao of Willie: A Guide to the Happiness in Your Heart.
This was the fifth time I've seen Willie Nelson over the years; including Farm Aid I and IV. It's never been less than a memorable time. These gatherings are more than conccerts, they're
events!
We had a bit of a laugh as we walked to the civic center and saw the buses parked out back. Toby Keith's song about Smoking Weed With Willie came to mind. How tempting it was to want to go and knock on the door.
With more than 20 years having passed since my first show, it was interesting checking out the crowd that was filing in. I couldn't help but wonder what those who are Willie's age were like in their heyday...or how they are now! There were bikers, which of course means there were also biker babes, cowgirls and, as TheSpecialOne noted at one point, more men than you could ever imagine holding beer and dancing alone. They seemed to be everywhere.
Having seen shows at a college football stadium, in arenas, at a ribfest and now an auditorium what is amazing is how he seems to be able to create that Texas Roadhouse feelings whereever he plays. On this night the smell of reefer hung heavy in the air and beer flowed freely. Not just at the concession stands, there were bars set up on the floor of the auditorium. A cowgirl walked by in a halter that showed her bare back; how sexy it is, I thought, seeing the tanned skin on a woman that is normally not visible.
You don't have to like country music to enjoy Willie Nelson. He plays everything from country to rock to reggae. I don't know why he hasn't yet been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. (Something I'm sure he doesn't care about. No doubt in that one second I thought more about it than he ever has.} The sage from Austin has written thousands of songs and can easily sing anything from anyone and make it his own.
The one thing you can't dismiss when you think of Willie Nelson is Texas. That was evident as the state flag unfurled behind the band as they dove into their traditional opening song Whiskey River.
I couldn't begin to recite of set list of what we heard on this night. In fact, at one point I said to TheSpecialOne that I wondered if they came out knowing exactly what they would be playing at all. The group progressed from one song to another with Willie talking to the crowd just a bit here and there. He introduced his sister who was featured playing piano on a couple songs and two of his sons that play in the band.
Considering the catalogue from which he has to choose, it seemed like Willie played a lot of medleys and people were happy to hear even a bit of their favorite song. I especially like the new I Ain't No Superman tune Willie's written.
A funny thing was Wllie wearing hats for a short time and then throwing them out into the crowed about six different times. After what I think was a couple hours, Willie put down his guitar and took off his guitar strap. He walked to one side of the stage and was greeted by a roar form the crowd. At this point, it was to the front of the stage where a sea of outstretched hands reached out to greet him. Slowly he went across the stage shaking hands and signing autographs. The only comparable thing I'd ever seen was when B.B. King played in a small cabaret and at the end of the show people went up to him and he signed autographs. Once he reached the far end of the stage he acknowledged the fans in the crowed there. Again, a roar greeted him.
Willie Nelso then turned and as quietly as he had entered, he walked off the stage. The show was over. The Nelson family would be on the road again.
Fore!I've been playing golf, normally a couple times a week. Three times now and then. I find it helpful getting away from the office...and my clients. I do, though, at times carry a pad of paper in my bag when I have an especially nagging problem to work out. Ideas seem to come easier when I take time to walk and think.
One morning I went to the course where I'd played with SchemesALot and FinnickyExaggerator. Finding TheRed-head stocking a cooler, I stood in in the doorway for a minute and watched. She closed the cooler, looked over and asked me if I saw anything I liked. I asked if she had Nantucket Nectar. TheRed-head stood there silent for a few seconds; then she asked if the boys were going to be joining me. Told that I was there alone she invited me to have a seat at the counter. It's quiet here on weekday mornings, she said, and asked if I might keep her company for a bit.
We chatted while I had a couple of eggsalad sandwiches....then some chips...then a draft beer. She asked if I'd be playing 9 or 18. I told her that I planned on playing 9 because I had a lot of work to do that day. She asked if I had so much work to do why I was out playing golf. Before I had a chance to answer she suggested I play 18 and she could join me for the back 9. What was she going to do about the snackbar, I asked. She told me I didn't need to worry about the snackbar. Go play, she said, and she'd see me in a couple hours. This was a first...although not the only first of the day.
I went out and shot a 47. I was convinced if TheRed-head had not been wearing those bicycle shorts and crop top that a few putts I hit that came ever so close would have dropped. And I'd have carded my best score ever.
When I came walking up the fairway to the ninth green she was sitting in a golfcart under a tree. That was a nice shot she said; now let's see you make the putt. I asked if she was sure it wasn't close enough for a gimme. She said she knew I didn't want her to make it that easy on me. You're right, I told her. I picked up my ball and told her I'd consider it a two putt.
As I went walking over, I noticed she didn't have any clubs. But there was a cooler on the cart. She pointed out that she said she would join me on the back, but she didn't say anything about playing. When I aked about the cooler she said, You are hungry. Aren't you? I told her I was and she suggested that a picnic would be more enjoyable than eating in the clubhouse.
We went to a grove of trees that sits between two tee areas. In all the times I'd played that course I never paid any attention to those trees. It was merely something the cart path wound around. And I got more than enough opportunities to look at trees when I went to find the balls I hit. As she unloaded the treats she'd prepared for our picnic, I came to find that TheRed-head had more than golf or lunch on her mind.