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Post by Cornflake on Apr 21, 2024 6:53:47 GMT -5
Good morning. Today I'll skip church and go to the botanical garden. Members get in an hour early on Sunday. I can set up my camera tripod without getting in anyone's way. I mostly photograph plants but it's a good place to photograph birds if that's what you like. The birds are all habituated to humans and you can get much closer to them than you can elsewhere.
This afternoon I'll accompany my wife to some show in which the kids of people we know are participating. I'm not sure it'll be entertaining but it's just one of those things you do.
My older daughter (the one who's in a family way) just got back from a trip to Mexico City with her husband. They were very impressed and enjoyed the trip. Neither my wife nor I have ever been there but the flight's just three hours and change. Maybe we'll reconsider.
Enjoy your day.
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Post by kenlarsson on Apr 21, 2024 7:29:33 GMT -5
Good morning. Cool and overcast this morning, supposed to rain this afternoon. Looks like a good day to mess around on my guitars and octo mando. Guess that's what I'll have to do. Have a great day folks.
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Post by millring on Apr 21, 2024 7:32:59 GMT -5
The scarcity of reason, the relentlessness of time Is part of some equation way beyond my feeble mind I have an optimistic nature, but I also love the blues I'm looking forward to the day I'm not afraid to watch the news
But until then I keep sailing Let the water and the wind show the best of what this world can be Take your time to find your passion Life goes on until it ends, don't stop living until then
When to fight and when to swallow When to listen, when to talk These are lines that we're still learning how to read and how to walk And the marketers of freedom and the profiteers of doom The last 6000 years they say the end is coming soon
But until then I keep smiling Let my family and friends show the best of what this world can be Take your time and find your passion Life goes on until it ends, don't stop living until then
Excuse me while I wish upon a star See how much alive we really are
Until then Take your time, find your passion Life goes on until it ends, don't stop living until then Until then
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Post by Marty on Apr 21, 2024 8:18:23 GMT -5
Good morning.
32F-60F sunny.
Usual Sunday routine, were old and predictable on Sunday.
Saturday shop was quite fun as I had both old aged, middle aged and young people come by. They all showed up at once and got to watch me inspect and diagnose guitar problems plus do a quick electronics repair a Strat with wiring problems. Most people don't know how to use a simple multimeter so I showed them. It was fun.
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Post by PaulKay on Apr 21, 2024 8:22:31 GMT -5
Eric and I have a gig next Friday. So today we will run through as much of our setlist as we can get through. It's grueling to run through all three hours worth in one sitting. But such as it is.
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Post by Marty on Apr 21, 2024 8:28:34 GMT -5
Eric and I have a gig next Friday. So today we will run through as much of our setlist as we can get through. It's grueling to run through all three hours worth in one sitting. But such as it is. If you're going to do it live you have to be able to do it in practice, even the 15 minute breaks and then back at it.
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Post by Tamarack on Apr 21, 2024 8:46:31 GMT -5
Sunny and cool.
Off to church, then celebrating eldest granddaughter's 12th birthday. Hopefully she will be awake after a sleepover with 5 of her friends.
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Post by PaulKay on Apr 21, 2024 8:49:30 GMT -5
Eric and I have a gig next Friday. So today we will run through as much of our setlist as we can get through. It's grueling to run through all three hours worth in one sitting. But such as it is. If you're going to do it live you have to be able to do it in practice, even the 15 minute breaks and then back at it. I'm just glad I never endeavored to "stand" while playing. I have to respect guys like Doyle Dykes, Pat Donohue, Tommy Emmanuel, and many others who perform standing up. You have to practice playing that way also.
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Post by billhammond on Apr 21, 2024 8:52:34 GMT -5
Backroads beckon! Maybe I'll run up to Lindstrom and grab a bratwurst. Washed down with coffee, of course.
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Post by Hobson on Apr 21, 2024 8:52:45 GMT -5
I'll be going to church later, but Mr. H will skip it to go to a neighborhood water tour and discussion of how the HOA uses our water. I'm singing in the choir and playing guitar today, so I'm obligated to be there. However, he did not have a good night and has some somewhat disturbing symptoms, so I'll see how it goes before I make the decision to leave him alone for a couple of hours.
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Post by howard lee on Apr 21, 2024 9:17:39 GMT -5
Just finished breakfast. Cool, hazy morning here. I have some chores lined up, Her Grace will be packing for her trip to France with her French class, leaving tomorrow for a week. There's a 9x12" manila envelope here with my father's photos of the Beatles that I intend to look through today. I's mostly b&w, but I remember one frame from their concert in DC in 1964 that he shot, in color. If I could just find it...
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Post by millring on Apr 21, 2024 9:46:43 GMT -5
Todd was a kid from my side of town and, had I not gone to private school, would have been my classmate.... ....but that's not the story. Didn't we all grow up with a “best friend”? Mine was a friend from the 4th grade, all the way up until we went our separate ways to different colleges. Anyway, while in high school my friend, Greg, topped the city scoring charts (basketball) both our junior and senior years. But we didn't play any of the public school competition. So, though Greg's name almost always topped the list of the top scorers in the city every Sunday in the sports section of the Indianapolis Star, it was as though there was this annoying "asterisk" applied to it. His place as scoring champion was made illegitimate by the apples-to-oranges of our competition -- Greg being the "apples" to Todd's "oranges". See, Todd sometimes traded places with Greg at the top of the scoring list. The summer between our Junior and Senior years, Greg and I got wind of a regular game at the high school Todd attended -- at that time in the 1970s it was the biggest high school in Indiana. One muggy Saturday morning we made our way over to the high school gym to check it out. Back then they didn't air condition the schools in the summer -- certainly not the gyms. So the gym was as hot as the outdoors when we entered (its double doors were wide open in a vain attempt to ventilate the stale gym air), but I felt the chill of excitement....and dread. I was always a good playground player -- great with the guys I knew, but I choked when it came time to prove myself before strangers. My friend obviously didn't suffer the same affliction. After a long wait through "winner-keeps-the-court" games, we were finally able to put together a team of five to take to the court and challenge the current winners. I was, as I anticipated, my usual cautious self and played utterly unremarkably -- just trying not to embarrass myself. But Greg led our team to a VERY unexpected victory. Suddenly the gym was abuzz with, "Who IS that guy?". As it had taken so long to actually get into the game, by the time we finished our game, most of the rest of the group was breaking up to call it a day.... ...until Greg and I were stopped in our tracks near the exit. "Hey, ______! (my friend's last name) One on one?!" The fellow who shouted the challenge across the emptying gym was Todd, who by then had finally realized that the gym ringer that day was the very same guy against whom he'd competed for city top scoring honors throughout the past year. Apples and oranges......same crate. Suddenly the mass exit of kids halted and every last kid returned to the gym and stood riveted to the sidelines, entranced by the competition. By then the whispers had made their way 'round the gym and everyone in attendance knew the stakes. Greg was not exactly your typical jock type. He was an acne-faced homely kid with a vertical jump that made it appear as though he was trying to break the gravitational bonds of Jupiter. His shoulders were merely the narrowest of detours between a pin-head, a long skinny neck, and a surprisingly wide-assed stance. It gave him a sorta "Baby Huey" look. He sported a buzz-cut head at a time (remember the early 70's?) when hair couldn't have been more of a statement of "cool". To top that off, Greg was even known to wear black socks in his Chuck Taylors. That was DEFINITELY not cool back then. Never has been on a lily-white Caucasian. The assembled crowd's snickering derision about his awkward looks was not lost on Greg. It never was. Though I knew that deep down inside it hurt him, he outwardly seemed to revel in the reaction his backwards appearance invited. He did, in some manner, seem to be able to turn the other kid's ridicule to his advantage. Todd, on the other hand, was the son of the coach of that high school -- he was the well dressed, well connected, country club, cheerleader-for-a-girlfriend type. What Greg did have was brains (he was our class valedictorian), very quick hands, and the ability to psych his opponent better than anyone I've ever played with. And he could shoot the lights out. Hoosier kids don't play "make it take it". We play one-on-one the hard way -- even taking the ball back to the free-throw line between possessions. And I gotta tell you, that was one hard-fought contest. To his credit, Greg remained ice. Todd was getting hot -- he had SO much more to lose.....AND.....he was in front of his "home crowd". It took a few "overtimes" (Hoosier's also play by the God-given rule that real men win by (at least) two points). Greg beat Todd. And that day Greg walked out of that gym, asterisk settled in his mind. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Todd_Lickliter?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTAAAR0r1S77C0TwcVnTsgnxpaeDOAm6Rrk_DsPD6tKHPCTEikncKIUMFpFKfKs_aem_AZ-paXBgTV2oDYf64Y26LhqmYj0s4I4GysoDsYxOs2iD0mMv_iU_XgsGJN66BnYl-fekfLKPhJdfXvgAX9-kP-yV
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Post by paleo on Apr 21, 2024 9:52:07 GMT -5
I cool, sunny morning, getting a lot of indoor chores done.
I'll be outside this afternoon picking stinging nettles that I will have for dinner tonight, along with fresh asparagus and grilled brats.
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Post by t-bob on Apr 21, 2024 10:22:31 GMT -5
Sunday Silence Solitude 😉 -Smile- 😉
I know - vertical/walking - when I’m ready!
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Post by Village Idiot on Apr 21, 2024 10:51:29 GMT -5
If you're going to do it live you have to be able to do it in practice, even the 15 minute breaks and then back at it. I'm just glad I never endeavored to "stand" while playing. I have to respect guys like Doyle Dykes, Pat Donohue, Tommy Emmanuel, and many others who perform standing up. You have to practice playing that way also. I've never liked playing standing up. I've always sat, standing is if yoursomeone you play with, I thought, so I never did. Now I find it quite unwieldy. It's a sunny day out there, the high will 60. There's not a whole lot I can do yet, and a lot I can't do well, but one thing I can do after a lot of hospital time is walk. So I'll do that again today. It feels good to be mobile for a distance again.
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Post by Cornflake on Apr 21, 2024 11:35:23 GMT -5
I never liked to stand when playing but there were times we had to. Always at the Tucson Folk Festival. Once at the Tempe Fourth of July event. We never played our best that way and our best was nothing to write home about.
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Post by Russell Letson on Apr 21, 2024 11:58:06 GMT -5
The bad news is that C has a miserable headcold. The good news is that it isn't Covid (again). I insisted on testing her, since if she had it, I almost certainly did and would be contagious even if not symptomatic, and I've worked and attended two concerts this weekend and have one more to go. No desire to be Covid Mary.
There are a bunch of not-Covid respiratory viruses loose, and students at all levels are very effective transmitters of all of them. One irony: C's students can find all manner of excuses, many of them health related, for not coming to class--and nevertheless some of them come to class sick and pass on whatever they have. (Personally, my favorite please-excuse-my-absence line was "I have a court date." Not as dramatic as "I have to meet my parole officer," but a bit chilling nevertheless.)
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Post by theevan on Apr 21, 2024 14:52:43 GMT -5
Backroads beckon! Maybe I'll run up to Lindstrom and grab a bratwurst. Washed down with coffee, of course. Cute water tower! Reminded me of the pair in Pratt, KS. I'm guessing they added a tower long ago instead of replacing with bigger. In an case some smart alec did this and the town liked it...
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Post by t-bob on Apr 21, 2024 15:11:03 GMT -5
Good morning I found it on Marginalian........
DH Lawrence' creed
"That I am I." “That my soul is a dark forest.” “That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.” “That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.” “That I must have the courage to let them come and go.” “That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women.”
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Post by billhammond on Apr 21, 2024 15:53:30 GMT -5
This water tower in Rochester, Minn., was built for the Seneca food processing plant, which has since closed, but the city gave the tower historic preservation status to keep it saved.
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