| Echo music |
[Dec. 31st, 2009|03:40 am] |
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Looking for songs for an FM-ish mix tape. Thinking "Indus" by Dead Can DAnce follwed by "Within You Without You" by The Beatles. Former "borrows" the heavy string part of the latter. Echo music. Also considering "Down South" by Tom Petty followed by "Love Minus Zero/No Limit" by Bob Dylan. More echo music, with almost exactly the same tune in the main verses of the Petty song. |
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| I'm a Crocus, not gonna croakus. |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|12:53 pm] |
I'm working with this as a theme. Feeling dead creatively and stifled energetically from routine of late, like stuck in a box and the box is tightening around me -- or like walls of a cubicle closing in -- and I am ready to burst out into adventures! I feel like a seed in the ground hibernating and waiting for spring. But call me a Crocus, which pops up in January and can't wait for spring before blooming.
E.G.: I love the pop music I grew up with in the 50s and 60s, love collecting all the old records I couldn't afford then, but I want to know what's new now and enjoy it! Last night I switched off the oldies channel on the Music Choice on the cable and switched on Adult Alternative. Sticking with it to relearn new music. A few weeks ago the counter guy at Silver Platters gave me a bunch of free samplers of current music when I bought a pile of old 45s from the 60s. I take it as a Cosmic Hint from the Grand Infinite Yes. DJ Ultimate.
I'm a Crocus, not gonna croakus. |
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| BANDAGES, NOT BOMBS |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|12:35 pm] |
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Comment I posted in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) shannonkringen 's journal (inspired by the quote below that she posted):
Rep. Dennis Kucinich: “We have money for war, but not for jobs; money for war, but not for healthcare; money for war, but not for education; money for war, but not for housing; money for war, but not for peace—billions for bailouts, bonuses and bombs.”
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I agree. I decided that health care is a right, should be treated like a public utility, out of the corporate greedhands. Ultraconservative friends and acquaintances I know chatter that "America is a Christian nation." OK, Christians, upport a single payer, gov't-run health care system. Everything covered. It's the Christian thing to do. Feed the poor, heal the sick as Jesus commanded. Stop making excuses and do it. Slash the military-industrial complex budget to help pay for it.
Period.
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| SELTNAT 30th anniversary tonight |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|12:29 am] |
Mime Box Coffin
(Autobiography for mid-December)Busted rhyme
stretched out time
and a mime
clawing, desperate
to escape the box
before the air holes plug
(You can hear him if you listen
to the spaces between the notes) Bent back rhyme
tricks of time
displace rhythm
soul & voice in schism
word colors trapped in prism
spectral subtext blown
into monochrome pleasure dome
by air hole clogging sandstorm Mime box coffin.
But the soul goes on
and Take Two always calls
somewhen somewhere somewhy
It’s a Synchronistic Samsara Universe
where mimes sing opera
and the audience in the
glass performance house box
mouths “Bravo!”
and waves silent applause
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((CONTEXT))
(Feeling burned out poetically, burnout in my photography, at a crossroads creatively; on the other hand, this is the season for Synchronistic Encounter Leading to New Adventure. Happened first time 12/13/1979 early evening at train station Seattle. Led to life changing adventure at new school in new city, moving ot of comfort zone, finally earning college degree; fast forward 15 years, Synchronistic Encounter Leading to New Adventure, Take Two, same person, who'd become like a stranger again for lack of contact nearly 12 years, moved out of comfort zone with meeting of Kindred Spirit as result of SELTNAT2 opening eyes and mind and Soul to new movement around Holy Mystical Universe, far out man; time now for SELTNAT3, hoping for trifecta with see SELTNAT 1979 but open wide to Cosmic Surprise sneaking up on me from other sources while I'm focusing on you know who third time charming maybe.
(Meanwhile, bedtime for Beeeezo, early day report work 7:30 a.m. possibly ducking dusting of snow on way across never prepared Seattle where a flurry makes people scurry for the fallout shelter. Too late to check spelling and proofread, streamofconsciousness make your own contextmessage goodnight Seattle I love you said Frasier.) |
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| Tom Petty, by the numbers |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|02:58 am] |
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Thomas Earl Petty's MAGIC
BIRTHDAY
MATH
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Tom Petty turned 59 yesterday. The month-day-year numbers of his birthday add up to his age: 10+20+20+09=59. This being higher math, the 20 and the 09 are separated because, well, that's how the magic birthday math must work or the You ni Verse will collapse upon itself and we'll all end up with the last DJ going down swinging among the wildflowers.
Thomas Earl Petty's MAGIC BIRTHDAY MATH works for every year of this century, e.g.:
10+20+20+10=60
10+20+20+37=87
10+20+20+50=100
10+20+20+93=143
Yes, 143 years old. I predict that, with his great hair, Mr. Petty will live to at least 151.
Happy belated birhtday, Tom! I was busy yesterday and I forgot. I regularly forget people's birthdays.
No, Thomas Earl Petty's MAGIC BIRTHDAY MATH does not work for everyone, like me, for instance. 4+28+20+09=61. High by four years. And TEP's MBM didn't work for him last century: 10+20+20+00=50 (works!) but 10+20+19+99=148 (what is this, algebra?)
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| Miley Cyrus quits Twitter! The world is going to end! |
[Oct. 10th, 2009|01:31 pm] |
Miley Cyrus quits Twitter, raps she's "done tryin' to please"
Says she wants to live for herself, not the tabloids, not the million fans who check her every Tweet; she's fed up with the media turning tweets into news. Naturally, her fans have started a campaign to get her to Tweet again.
And here's another shocker: Rush Limbaugh blasted the awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize to President Obama. Really, the man of whom Limbaugh declared, "I hope he fails" before he took office, and who added, "We not only hope he fails, we're working hard to make sure he does!"
As Miley's "Hannah Montana" character likes to say,"Ya think?!"
And fans follow their every word as gospel. Get a life, people. It's only entertainment. The Next Big Thing will come along soon enough.
END OF POINTLESS RANT and today's PONTIFICATION PRACTICE. |
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| Dusty town |
[Oct. 4th, 2009|01:41 pm] |
At home in my hometown in my old bedroom in Richland, Washington, now ....... visiting my mom for a few days..... Arrived Friday about 7 p.m., going back to Seattle Tuesday lateafternoon or early evening.
Wind is blowing now, kicking up the first dust storm I've seen here in at least five years, and before that in close to 30 years. Dust storms were regular events when I was growing up here. Stong winds would pick up dirt from Horse Heaven Hills and dump them on the town. Wasn't as much of a problem in later years after neighboring Kennewick started expanding and more asphalt and concrete were laid down.
Kind of neat seeing that wall of dirt outside hazing up the sunshine like in the olden days.
I remember walking home from junior high school or the bowling alley when I was growing up and taking a sheltered shortcut through a public school that was on the way -- to get out of the wind. The hallway faced north-south and the floor would be covered with a film of dirt. Once in my early 20s I went out and started my south-facing car after a big windstorm and a cloud of dirt and dust blew out the front end as my radiator fan started up. Whoosh!
In other news, trying to get on Comcast e-mail about 1:40-ish this afternoon (PDT) and unable to log in. Very unusual. Will try again soon. Gonna wander down to Zip's downtown this afternoon for lunch. Gotta make the pilgrimage to the old high school daze hangout, the Arnold's Drive-In of my hometown (See 1970s Television Shows, "Happy Days")
That is all ....... |
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| Synchronisticize your watches |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|03:56 am] |
A new adventure coming. I can feel it. Strong energy and vibes.
Energy and excitement feels like this time in 1979 when I returned to a Seattle college I said I'd never attend again as a student. That was the springboard to new adventures that started with transferring to a college in nearby city 6 months later and eventually earning a proper journalism degree in a proper journalism program instead of a back-door journalism degree cobbled together from English lit and other classes as a "communications" major at the old school.
Feels like I am finally getting off the unemployment dime. Divine Adventurous Cosmic Energy in action.
Now time for bed. Busy day ahead. Somewhere in the clock ticking sequence I will work in shower and lunch.
Tick, tick, tick, ti ...........
Nighters, y'all. |
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| Now THAT'S a wrong turn |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|12:03 am] |
A funny story from England that I found in an old newspaper from my hometown (headline is the original one):
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WOMAN DRIVER SUNK
" GUILDFORD ENGLAND (AP) — Did you ever get that sinking feeling when you took your driver's test? That's what Mrs. X got Thursday — she drove the car into a river 7-feet deep. " ' The examiner has been taken home in a state of shock,' said an official at the testing center. " Mrs. X — she refused to give her name — took the test in her husband's new car. " The test official said she was told to make a left turn, and she did — through a railing and straight down. She and the examiner climbed onto the roof and were picked up by a passing yacht. " ' Did she fail her driving test? ' said the offiicial. ' We don't know yet — she didn't finish it. ' " * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Original story from The Associated Press on September 26, 1969
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| MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC |
[Sep. 26th, 2009|11:18 pm] |
| [ | Song playing in my head ... |
| | "Cry For A Shadow" (excerpts looping in brain machine) by the Beatles (1961) | ] |
I made another mix tape. I call it "The Scratchy 45s Mix" -- all original 45s (in mono) from the late 1950s to 1965 except for a couple of songs taken off "oldies" 45s (compilations with a hit on each side). I've been getting into my 45s over the last year, making mix tapes of them. I think I've got 1,500 or so singles and it seems like almost as many albums (I did an estimated count about six or seven years ago), but I started out in grade school in 1961 collecting 45s, so the nostalgia is more there. I didn't start getting heavily into albums until the early 70s. I used to trade a hit record for 30 or 40 "junk" records that a kid up the street got free because he had a fake radio station and got on the mailing lists of most of the major record labels (and their subsidiaries). I was exposed to a lot of different music -- pop, country, easy listening, R&B, thanks to that kid, Jeff the paperboy. I got a couple of novelty records about the Beatles, which I still have. One is a talking blues called "Beatle Crazy" and the other is a take-off on a Western story song by Lorne Greene ("Bonanza", "Battlestar Galactica") about an outlaw named Ringo. It was a big hit at the end of 1964. The novelty song is called "The Other Ringo" about you know whobeatle.
Anyway, I've been focusing on the early to mid 60s on these mix tapes of late, when I was doing the most trading for what a friend and I still call "Jeff records." My friend used to get a lot of 45s from Jeff, but he's six years older than me and he knew what was happening on the music scene when I was only 12 and didn't, so he managed to get original "Jeff records" by the Jefferson Airplane and the Doors just as they were getting famous. Some with picture covers -- very hard to find in used-record stores that carry 45s.
I love listening to the old 45s, low-fi scratchiness, worn out mushy sound and all. My latest tape includes an original 1964 issue by the Beatles called "Cry For a Shadow." It is an obscure original instrumental (written by George and John) the band recorded in Germany in 1961, when Paul was barely 19 and George just 18..The song was recorded a year and a half before heir first "official" recording session that produced their first hit, "Love Me Do." The band was playing in Germany in 1961 and the session was to back up a British pop singer named Tony Sheridan. But they did some of their own vocals on some songs. "Cry For A Shadow" revealed hints of just how great Paul's bass playing and George's lead guitar playing would be years later. Anyway, when Beatlemania exploded i early 1964, any record label with anything by the Beatles in its vaults put out something. MGM released "Cry For A Shadow" as the B-side of "Why" by Tony Sheridan. Of course, by this time, poor Tony, the record was issued as the Beatles with Tony Sheridan. "Cry for a Shadow" is a fantasic record and you can get it on CD if you buy "The Beatles Anthology" volume 1.
Sometimes I want to get rid of three-quarters of my albums and focus on 45s. And focus on the 50s and 60s. I sure have been stacking up the 45s lately. I guess it's the nostalgia of my early collecting days. Some used-record stores still carry them. There's a place in Taoma, if still in busines, that has a guhe selection. And thelast time I was there five or so years ago, most were going for $2 and $3. Pretty good compared to some overpriced stores I've gone to in Seattle. |
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| HAPPY ABBEYVERSARY |
[Sep. 26th, 2009|10:34 pm] |
 Today, Beadle Peetuls, is the 40th anniversary of the release of "Abbey Road" so in celebration I played an actual record of it and now I am playing the fancy new digitally remastered CD version, which I made a deliberate point of waiting until today, the anniversary, to buy. Alas, the record is not my original, which I guess I did give to my "baby" sister (43 years and 23 days old today) for Christmas for her birthday back in the early 80s. I found a third or fourth generation copy some years ago to replace it. (I also have a British import on record and the original CD version.)
So far, through side one, the remastered CD is a little clearer and the bass parts are not distorted, as they annoyingly were on the record and first CD version. The bass on most of the songs seemed to me turned up too high in the original mixdowns. John's "shoot me" on "Come Together" is very clear, unlike the record and old CD. Forty years ago I thought John was saying, "Shoop!" Paul's vocal on "Maxwell's SIlver Hammer" stands out more. Only one nitpick so far: the gap between the abrupt ending of "I Want You (She's SoHeavy)" and the beginning of "Here Comes the Sun" is too short, only four seconds. I would have doubled it. The ending is so abrupt it needs more "dead air" to clear out of mind before the next song starts. This was the break between side one and side two of the record and back in the old days it took a half minute totake off the needle flip the record over andput the needle back on. The abruptness of the ending had time to wear off. OK, not all of the bass distortions are fixed. "Sun King" isplaying now and the distorted bass is still there and more noticeable. I don't think it is the Moog synthesizer effects. Sounds like a buzzy guitar.
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As part of the Abbeyversary today I pulled out my complete copy of the September 26, 1969, issue of my hometown newspaper the Tri-City Herald and read through it as the Beatles played in my headphones. I had a paper rout back then and apparently was getting extra copies for awhile. I guess I set them aside. Several years later I found them in my dad's tool shed so I packed them up and took them back home to Seattle.
In the headlines 40 years ago today:
" WASHINGTON (AP) — "President Nixon said today he is trying to settle the war in Vietnam before the end of 1970,and declared that proposals to set a deadline for U.S. troop withdrawal destroy and undercut his effort. " He appealed to the nation for ' even more support ' in pursuing his goal of peace." *****************
The Herald on the front page and page 2 noted the 25th anniversary of the Hanford B-Reactor "going critical" -- sustaining its first nuclear chain reaction -- on September 26, 1944 -- almost exactly at the minute I am writing this. Plutonium from this reactor fueled the atomic nomb dropped on Nagasaki on August 9, 1945, effectively ending World War II. (Nineteen years later on August 9, 1974, President Nixon resigned because of the Watergate scandal, effectively ending "our long national nightmare," in the words of his successor, Gerald Ford.)
And over in jolly old England, according to a page 1 story, a woman made a wrong turn during her driver's test and sent her and the examiner into a river. No one was hurt. I will post the entire story later. It's just too funny to excerpt. *****************
That is all. Oh, 40 years ago tonight I was at the Richland Community House helping run the "psychedelic" light show for the dance. My friends Rick, Steve and I ran the light shows for Friday night dances -- we pushed buttons and flipped switches on the back of a big box to flash colored floodlights in time to the music.
Peace.
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| TO-DO LIST |
[Sep. 25th, 2009|11:18 pm] |
| [ | Song playing in my head ... |
| | "Blame It On the Bossa Nova" by Eydie Gorme (on my MMP3, or Mental MP3 player) | ] |
"We inter-breathe with the rain forests, we drink from the oceans.
They are part of our own body."
"Things to do today: Exhale, inhale, exhale. Ahhhh."
— From "Buddha's Little Instruction Book" by Jack Kornfield; pages 97 and 122 |
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| There was a time when people thought before opening their mouths |
[Sep. 24th, 2009|05:03 pm] |
Obama and his health care reform drive have been compared to EVIL COMMUNISM. Demonstrators carry signs depicting a Soviet Union Hammer & Sickle flag next to a U.S. flag.
AN "ISM" IS ONLY AS EVIL AS THE PEOPLE IN CHARGE OF IT.
Still, I reserved a copy from the Seattle library of "The Communist Manifesto" by Karl Marx to learn for myself. Maybe I'll figure out what all the shouting's about.
My self-created philosophy: "Eat Ideas and strive for a balanced diet of the mind."
I'm tired of arguments that reduce important, level-headed discussions to reactionary sound-bite phrases that raise more fear than enlightenment. Sound bites are OK in context and if they are reasoned.
A buddhist aphorism: "Learn to respond, not react."
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| INSTANT POEM |
[Sep. 22nd, 2009|05:04 pm] |
Instant Poem
Orion climbs the tree
behind my shed,
Prepares to leap across
the overnight sky. ****************************
(Thought it
up and writ it
in a minnit
9-22-09
©Copr. 2009 Jimmie Beeee!!!!)
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| SURLAW EHT MA I |
[Sep. 19th, 2009|03:17 am] |
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"I Am The Walrus" (first half) in reverse, an interpretation:
Ooosh kadoo
So all with maya
I'm very mild
And I am buryin' lack Rides a king o' me a wreck
He's going to need me offsets
See if ya heard enuf
Now shake him all about.
Yaaas, now tank the mighty fish
Uh, circle on the right Yaaaaa-ahahahahahahahah!
Gute nacht.
Nay yah, gute nacht.
Yaaaaa-ahahahahahahahah!
Gute nacht.
Nay yah, gute nacht. Oh, revive me sacks-o'-leaves fee
No Alzibar Eason
Ohohoh René Bronciels
que'l le Union
Il est non ciel,
Il est satsang Ooosh kadoo
So all the maya
I'm very mild
And I am buryin' lack My work's impish
and they all distort
In the kneeling time it took
she took the Priestess,
she and Sheryl.
Aahhh he's now above his ilk
Yes, mocked about his hissin' Nay yah, gute nacht. Now devise
I'd like the folks
to get together and all revise Na-ah Agda's bow, oy vey!
Now we say
How we say
Maya.
Backmasking, Beatles style. Backmasking was a favorite demon of the Christian right in the 80s and 90s. Record companies were accused of embedding subliminal messages backwards on rock records to lure impressionable kids into Satan worship and all sorts of mayhem. I thought it was all bullshit. I saw a video spoof of this a dozen years ago that used an animated portrait of a preacher and his family singing a song taking your kids to church. Then the song was played backwards with subtitles about Satan and killing and stuff. I'll be damned if the prompting didn't trick my brain into hearing these words actually sung.
I thought of this last night when I was running through a backwards tape of my Beatles' "Love" CD. I wonderd if any "words" would emerge from the gibberish. A few popped out at first, then after several dozen incemental passes through a couple of songs I managed to fill in the other spaces. Some lines were very distinct, and on "Walrus" ("Surlaw"?) so were John's peculiar enunciations. Other parts sounded a lot like pidgin English, but with distinct words.
I'm amazed that the "backmasked" version of "I Am the Walrus" sounds just as stream of consciousness as Lennon's regular lyrics. It's my interpretation, of course, and someone else might hear somethng completly different.The "Na-ah Agda's bow, oy vey,now we say how we say maya" part above is Lennon's famous opening, "I am he as you are he as you ar me and we are al together."
Here's a piece of Octopus's Garden:
There would be nuclear
With the war rocket
Go out and then snap!
Do I show you!
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There would be new beer
with a whole Divonit
More to all of you
More with all of you
Yeah, shouldn't it
ah, exist with harmony
This is enough.
Eve is pyal yah.
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A little Russian "Octopus's Garden" seems to be.
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| POSSIBLE NAMES FOR BANDS |
[Sep. 18th, 2009|12:33 pm] |
Certain juxtapostions of words suggest cool names of rock/alternative (does "alternative" still exist?) bands, such as .......
Sky High Underdog
(Thanks, Disney Chanel)
Cadaver Dogs
(from AP kidnapping story)
Stand by for more! |
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| PETER, PAUL AND ......... |
[Sep. 17th, 2009|11:16 am] |
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Mary Travers died yesterday, after batling leukemia for years. She was 72. One-third of the legendary 60s folk trio Peter, Paul and Mary, makers of many, many hit records and a public television fund-raising special or two. They introduced Bob Dylan to mainstream audiences, making his "Blowin' In the Wind" and "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right" into big hits. And don't forget "Puff, The Magic Dragon" (Peter wrote it). The song often brought me near to tears when I was 10 -- and no it wasn't about smoking pot. (Puff the magic drag on ..... little Jackie "Paper" and all that).
Ye will be missed, Mary Travers.
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Noel "Paul" Stookey, Mary Travers and Peter Yarrow in Hollywood, California, on July 6, 1965. |
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| "A FREE TRIP TO AUSTRALIA!" ..... in your dreams ..... |
[Sep. 15th, 2009|08:27 pm] |
A weird but vivid dream in two parts during my nap this afternoon:
PART 1:
I was in the Seattle Pacific University library and recognized at least a half dozen former students who worked in the library 30 years ago when I returned to college (I returned for two quarters in fall of 1979 before transferring to school in Bellingham the following spring). I recognized all of them and saw they looked remarkably like they did 30 years ago. (Some people are unrecognizable after 30 years and some look the same from birth to age 95!) I told a few how much they still looked the same. A few just gave me "Who is this oddball?" looks. Oddly, their faces all stood out prominently and they looked only about 15 years older.
It seemed to me these people were on campus for a 30-year reunion of former library worker-students. Soon I was outside walking down some stairs on campus with one of them and told the guy my 40-year high school reunion was next year (class of 1970 at Columbia High School in Richland, Washington; so long ago, but doesn't always seem so). As we neared the bottom of the stairs I saw a woman whom I also recognized as a fomer library worker-student; the guy said she was his wife.
I doubt any of these people exist in real life; dreams tend to deal more in symbolism than with actual persons living or dead. I didn't get any of their names.
Shortly I saw a man under a tree whose name was Estes. I knew because he was wearing a name tag; no one else I encountered wore a name tag. I couldn't quite see his last name, but it seemed like I knew him 30 years ago. In reality I've never known an Estes and have heard of only one: Estes Kefauver, a Tennesee congressman and senator who ran unsuccessfully for president in 1952 and 1956 and also lost the Democratic vice presidential nomination in 1956. And Estes was his middle name. I remember the name from childhood. He died in 1963, when I was 11.
PART 2:
Suddenly the dream shifted, as dreams tend to do. I was in a room and the phone rang. A woman on the line said, "Congratulations! You're a finalist for a free trip to Australia!" Suddenly I found myself arriving at a house in Australia on a sunny afternoon, where I apparently was to stay with a family. I saw a quietly bored teenager as I came in. I was standing in the kitchen preparing a recipe. As I added the first of three large spoonfuls of something to a bowl of the other ingredients, the phone rang. A man told me that the neighborhood was on lockdown (because, apparently, of some disturbance nearby over something political) and I was forbidden to leave the house. I didn't seem too concerned, but I still sneaked the second spoonful into the bowl wondering if someone would see me and arrest me. Through a window I saw a couple of police officers standing on street corners. They wore helmets and carried rifles. All was quiet and calm, but I did hear some shouting far away -- presumably from the disturbance.
Soon the mom of the house came in. I asked her how long the lockdown would last. "Oh, probably until morning," she said. I wanted a candy bar or a pop so I asked her what would happen if I walked to the store. "Oh, nothing. You probably won't even get a ticket."
Then I realized I forgot to exchange my money for Australian before I left home and quietly wondered if the store would take American money. Then I realized I didn't have a visa or passport -- why was I allowed into the country? -- but I suddenly woke up so neither issue was resolved.
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The traveling part is a recurring theme. I drive long distances in minutes but at the normal rate of speed. One day I drove 1,700 miles in 20 minutes at 65 miles an hour from Wenatchee, Washington, to Glencoe, Minnesota, a small town I lived in 20 years go. I once drove all the way from Washington state to southernmost South America in less than a day. I could see Antarctica because suddenly skyscrapers sprang up bunched together in kind of a circular arrangement, as if around the South Pole. It was a sunny, warm day and very bright. The streets in the southern South America city I was in looked remarkably like streets in parts of Seattle.
My take on the travel theme: I feel these dreams reflect an unconscious restlessness and desire to break free from my day-to-day routine. Sometimes I wish I could afford take a month off and drive the two-lane backroads alone, taking photographs, writing poetry about my travels, eating in small-town diners and sleeping in small-town motels. When I was a boy most of the highways we rode on family vacations were two-laners and most of the motels were in small and medium-sized towns. The interstate freeway system was in its infancy then. I still see early mornings driving down the "chug chug road" after leaving a green-walled motel in Oregon. The pavement was slabs of concrete with gaps between and it sounded like a train clickety-clacking over the rails.
One day when I can afford it I want to work with a person who does dream interpretation work.
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| A WET MORNING |
[Sep. 5th, 2009|05:07 am] |
Steady rain falling this A.M. in Seattle. Feels like early October, sounds like November. Looking forward to autumn. Next month is my favorite month of the year.
Up late messing about in Photoshop. Done now. Way overdue for bed. But it's Saturday. Sleeping in day.
That is all. |
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| nEw usEr pIc |
[Sep. 5th, 2009|05:03 am] |
I just uploaded this new user pic, called The Eyes Have It.
I've got a free account for now so am limited to 6. Maybe one day when I have steady incomeagain like last winter I'll upgrade to a paid membership and get 30 pics. |
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