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Post by theevan on May 18, 2024 11:45:14 GMT -5
I mean, who among us didn't include "a way to get chicks" as a reason for taking up guitar?
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Post by theevan on May 18, 2024 8:10:15 GMT -5
'Morning, birders.
At WM for oil change.
Got a call last night that a church friend took his life. Inexplicable. Saw his girlfriend, checked into a hotel instead of driving home. They texted in the morning then Kevin went dark. Shot himself.
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Post by theevan on May 17, 2024 10:54:12 GMT -5
Sounds to me like the cop got all Barney Fife on Scottie. Shoulda been more Sheriff Taylor.
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Post by theevan on May 17, 2024 10:26:44 GMT -5
Brilliant songwriter. But man, that hair!
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Post by theevan on May 15, 2024 16:52:19 GMT -5
Part of Nancy's Chicago family lived in a typical 3-story-plus-basement brick house in an old neighborhood. Aunt Nuncia (for whom Nancy was named) lived on the ground floor. Little Nick and his kids on 2nd floor. Big Nick on 3rd. A niece attending DePaul lived in the basement. Though there were no barriers as would be in an apartment building, each floor had its own kitchen and so forth.
Many good memories and some unusual. Aunt Nuncia housed Uncle Tony and a "colleague" of his in her laundry room for around two years. They never left the house. Don't ask no questions an' there won't be no trouble. Capiche?
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Post by theevan on May 14, 2024 7:36:44 GMT -5
Good morning. The mercury should hit about 75° today, slim chance of showers or thunderstorms this afternoon. I will be working on a couple of tunes for the guitar gathering in twelve days.
My bridge pins still haven't arrived and they were expected on Saturday. They seem to be stuck in what the USPS calls the "hub," and are "moving through the system," somewhere in East Flatbush Canarsie. This is a different zip code from ours. Then, when I fill out the missing mail form online, it fails to submit my form "due to an error." I think in USPS-speak, "moving through the system" means "fuggheddabbottit." Making breakfast. Have good days, everyone. Aerial view of my neighborhood. We live just past the glass thing at 3:00.
Been there. Also, my first home was at 53 Montgomery Place which, I believe, is a few blocks 7 o'clock-ish off the photo. Didn't check Google maps to be sure. We're off to the camp for R & R. Dradtkes wore us out.
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Post by theevan on May 13, 2024 15:45:12 GMT -5
Very cool that you could stop by like that! Yes, very cool. Besides being a handsome pair, the Ratdke's were good company. We never pulled out guitars. What was I thinking! I guess the conversation and bonhommie overshadowed it all. Plus the food didn't suck.
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Post by theevan on May 13, 2024 7:57:29 GMT -5
Repetitive, yes, nature of the song I guess.
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Post by theevan on May 13, 2024 7:56:28 GMT -5
Great player
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Post by theevan on May 13, 2024 7:35:45 GMT -5
Well, Friday the 13th is falling on a Monday. It's discombobulating. Good morning. Planning for lots of guitar time today, and our superintendent is coming by to help me remove our 20-year-old living room air conditioner and install a new Midea that we purchased recently. Anyone familiar with the Midea? They are U-shaped, so the mechanicals are all outside the window, which you can close to about two inches above the bottom of the window frame, so the thing is whisper-quiet and you don't need to block off either side of the window to the height of the a/c. It's a brilliant design. We have had one in the bedroom for two years and it's a huge improvement over the old one.
Just in time—the days are starting to warm up, although the nights are pleasantly cool. Enjoy your day, everyone.
Yes, we have one at our camp. Best thing ever. Quiet as a whisper, super-efficient. Can't recommend highly enough.
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Post by theevan on May 12, 2024 6:20:11 GMT -5
Wow, that was released in 1966!
No discernable aurora here.
Hosting David and Melva Radtke at the Pyle manse this evening.
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Post by theevan on May 11, 2024 17:29:27 GMT -5
I heard an NPR interview with them about the release of this CD, which I have. I'll have to give it a spin.
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Post by theevan on May 9, 2024 16:31:12 GMT -5
The military school I attended/lived at closed two years ago, having been founded in 1887. Too expensive, dwindling admissions.
Very mixed feelings..
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Post by theevan on May 9, 2024 11:25:41 GMT -5
"I only used a half stick of butter for health reasons." : 😄
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Post by theevan on May 9, 2024 11:23:25 GMT -5
Ads, yes, but none political I can recall. You don't want to know
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Post by theevan on May 9, 2024 8:17:32 GMT -5
It's Brian. He and wife Jerrie traveled with us to Romania and Switzerland last year. Here's a typical Facebook post from him. Cracks me up .
Started out to buy two cans of Sevin dust but decided to shop because yard was too wet to hurry back. I hate eating in town because over the years (plus I am cheap) of traveling, I am burned out. But, I stayed longer than I planned (Walmart world was a zoo), and I arrived home famished. I put together a quick jambalaya to use the smoked sausage in the fridge. Absolute perfection, despite I only used half a stick of butter for health reasons. I worked on lawnmowers and mowed where it is dry, all evening. I smelled like a bear on a leftover jambalaya hunt by supper. Had I not been so tired, I was thinking to jazz it up with a cream/ mustard/oyster sauce….. I didn’t have any oysters or cream though. Just when I was going to whine about life not being fair, I found the unmarked bourbon bottles way in the back of the cabinet. Unmarked bottles means very select family made. Double whiskey sour to make up for the missed oyster sauce. Probably most excellent sleep in the porch again. Life is good
Dang! Forgot the Sevin dust
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Post by theevan on May 8, 2024 18:39:10 GMT -5
Crawfish etoufee over rice, mustard greens. Wendy made, brought with us. Croissants, and finished with Wendy's amazing wedding cookies.
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Post by theevan on May 7, 2024 17:50:55 GMT -5
After a long day of driving we're relaxing in the baronial Watonga Motel. In Watonga OK. In the morning we head to Sun City KS (pop 37) for a seat at Buster's Saloon.
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Post by theevan on May 4, 2024 16:32:56 GMT -5
This current secularist finds Goldman's lumpy stew of assertions about what various religio-cultural populations think and feel not even halfway convincing. And stuff about "self-doomed, infertile, futureless post-Christians" is particularly strange--and interestingly reminiscent of the ethnic-politics assholes who fear that some other demographic will outbreed (and replace) them. What world does this guy live in? (FWIW, no ethno-cultural group lasts forever unchanged or unabsorbed. "O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark."** Fucking get over it.) ** T.S. Eliot, "East Coker" I found that part of the article particularly interesting because it echoes my observations of the current set of young adults. Christian or not. I fear they'll be ill-equipped for the coming set of crises.
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Post by theevan on May 4, 2024 7:30:03 GMT -5
Reminds me of having supper one night years ago. We saw a fledgling bird of some kind hopping back and forth just outside the window. Along comes a blue jay and proceeded to peck the poor thing to death while we watched. The cries from the little chick were hard to take. Little Christine cried inconsolably. Since then I've thought of jays as jerks and a-holes. Not fair, I know.
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