año nuevo

May we continue to live in interesting times...

nothing lasts forever

Though there was general agreement on the bench today that fruit cake makes a pretty  good run at it, seasonally speaking.  Keep on chooglin', Mr. Melton.

proper workmanlike graffiti

The hallmark of graffiti has got to be location. B. Bridger has chosen to deface Stonehenge in what could be a single day orgy of scraping or, I'm guessing more likely, B. made a coupla visits. Descendants of Bridger will gather in the interior of Stonehenge tomorrow 12/21/2oo8 at 12:04 PM (GMT) to mark the the precise occasion of the Winter Solstice. We here on the Left Coast will needs arise at 4:04 AM to mark our own appreciation of the moment. To that end reviele will be sounded at 3:30 AM.  All decks on hand by 4:00 sharp

"It was not I and it is not I"

Our great anonymous source is dead.

Long live a great anonymous source.

Mark Felt

 1913-2008 

the best possible encounter with this movie is NOT this reworking

As memorable encounters with movies go my first in depth (stoned) viewing of this movie occurs some times in the 60's,  a memorable time in and of itself despite hypotheses to the contrary by persons who may have observed from greater or lesser distances but who clearly were not really there but who nonetheless have a quarter-baked notion of the singularity that was the decade.  Anyhow, I chanced upon this movie the old fashioned way as have many: late  night showing quiet too quiet nothing for it but to dwell on the existential and ontologic implications of such a story as this, dwelling comfortably enough to conclude that not only was a real life rendition of this story  possible but likely, a thought brought home by the second thought  "that'd be cool".   Given the proclivities of the human race I've observed over the intervening fifty mostly odd years I wonder that Klaatu would even bother to stop by to offer his counsel a second time. In short, if you collected the original late night experience in your younger days there would seem to be little reason to subject your self to this reworking.  But the existence/ontology questions remain.  They are more accessible here in 1951. 

Holy Guacamoly

denuded impotentate

And thereby, forgive the expression, hangs a tale....

reader's digest most unforgetable character

its about living in the moment

I'll remember you when the wind 

Blows through the piney wood

It was you who came right through

It was you who ulnderstood

Though I'd never say

That I done it the way

That you'd have liked me to

In the end,

My dear sweet friend

I'll remember you

--Bob Dylan

odetta will not sing Jan 20

Odetta is no more

delusional plainly, but the grandeur of it you see...

 Won't have W to kick around much longer. What ever will the lefty pinko pundits pundt upon prospectively?

  

 Me, I'll kind of miss the desperate laughter around the discussion of W and his entourage from hell. 

 O sure, I'll really miss his inability to speak English and form a compound sentence at the same time but you know come to think of it there is something alluring about listening to someone career through a speech only to to seemingly conclude by swallowing his own tale then smile a wan little bit before scurrying away, don't you think? 

 Won't miss the run on sentences.

 O right the mission from god part. That really was a bummer, won't miss that.   

 I will miss the feeling of time suspended while W repeated himself einsteinianly  which feeling had a certain reverse neverland quality in which time stood still AND you got older- a circumstance not without its curious ontologic moments. Whoa! I see my tale just before me. Quitting while ahead seems prudent.

architecture in and of itself is the massage

An icon of a country, its designer miffed at the final result and now passed,  stands as an irrefragable architectural triumph deluxe.

failure belatedly acknowledged

a peaceful easy feeling IV

"Fast" Joachim Bushelli considers a change of career

a peaceful easy feeling III

Ambrose looks foeward to becoming a 

Baker street irregular

a peaceful easy feeling II

Sophia looming over a bracelet 

a peaceful easy feeling

Poems © by Julian Thomas Bushelli 

I

The sun is in the sky

Shining on the lake

Why should there be a care in the world?

There are two bridges on the lake

one white the other brown, the twins they are called 

Why should there be a care in the world?

II

Dark as it is the sun is bright shining on the lake

Before it went down last night it was the same

Why is there war?

The fish are biting as they eat before we eat

More over the bridge where food will come

Why is there war? 

III

We have to leave soon

I'm writing a short poem

As I depart from here I say,

"Why do we have to leave?"

As I go fishing I say 

"Why do we have to leave?"

Wherever I go I'll say,

"Why do we have to leave?"

following close on the heels of the Romanov rehabilitation

Here on the Bench in the sprit of the wide world of rehab (op.sit.)

 we have forgiven John Lennon making a spectacle of himself

Well there's hangin' out there and then there was HANGIN' out there...a short cultural history of NYC NIMBYism

at 10+ acres quite a nice city park it is too, 

filled with commerce, merriment and life most of the time

ala U. Sinclair, B. Dylan,  A. Ginsberg and  the gallows

sober reality may be more than we need...

minceinformed

Iraq begins to Get back to where it once belonged

a tribal culture 3,000 years in the making

 may rise again away from prying eyes

weather over ground

palling around with a historical foot note

something of an end to a terminally sad story

Does Louis Farrakhan know about this?

Just asking.

before we were as we are here and now

Chanced upon this 100 years ago.  A reverie ensued.

the lioness sleeps tonight

miriam makeba 1932-2008

  

P-elect and P-derelict meet, as told to L M Boyd

           Oval office 11 am today

P-derelict Bush: Stay the course. Stay the course. Stay the effing course.

P-elect Obama:  Course? We got no course. We don't have to stay no stinkin' course.

           

            enter manservant (hands Bush a note)

P-d Bush: Oh. Yes. Let us away to the situation room.

            exeunt omnes 

its over now...BAU

Joe the plumber can go back to work

 and practice business as usual just 

like his recently found but 

somehow

 now hard to get a hold of

new best friends.

for your consideration

 (from Krypton)

catharsis

Oh, Bama

This is not a drill. Now the work begins..........

O, YEAH!!

the last of a royal Palin in the ass

(sad slow taps is the sound track)

tomorow's forecast

Let's take a break from old white men now, shall we?

Low bridge, everybody down...

Haven't thought about the Erie canal much

 since the last time Mrs. Moran led us in a dirge like rendition 

of the song by the same name.

And yet here it still is.

Studs Terkel

"'Curiousity never killed this cat' that's

what I'd like as my epitaph."

impalined

Tis a serviceable and long overdue contraction of the phrase 'Hoist on your own petard'. It begins by commodius vicus to worm its way into popular parlance perhaps. 

O it was sad when the great ship went down

googled Republican ship wreck...

...results 1-10 of 285,000 sorta says it all

substitute democrat for terrorist and republican for homeland

views and news on the right:

by way of full disclosure

Schadenfreude'a been there. Big Fun.

Dateline: Santa Cruz civic auditorium 10-26-2008 7:30 PM

Davis Sedaris begins the evenng with this Ogden Nash worthy riff;

In the spirt of full disclosure its a current New Yorker piece as well.

He held forth and we howled for couple of hours and it was good.

In due curse we walked home slowly hoping to find a 

repugnican with whom to share the leftover schadenfreude. 

Saturday historical bonus link, check out 1928 & 1932, we can talk later....

on ascertaining which side needs butter in advance, or, batten the hatches, Mr. Obama,THEY've determined you to be "very promising" (code for?)

got to thinkin' 'bout hedgin' bets, Huck, 

an I ended up here...

virginia reels

truth to power

I believe you, Sarah. Common ground a last.

from Ann Telnaes 's wicked wicked mind...

today's post compleat with photo of Obama

 conspiring with extraterrestrial elite to 

save our planet

Diffinitive poof of extraterrestrials here

the rehabilitation of Colin Powell redux

Making peace with your friends at the UN

again, while

even at this late date this outfit still sticks by it

the son of Jor-El

Meets the husband of Cindy Mccain in Youtube moment

staying after school

mccain's  petard

a miracle by all reports received

Did I tell you the one about the gnarley old oak tree?

Or maybe the two thousand year old cheesecloth?

Welcome to the Twilight Zone

(If it were Rchard III, we'd be in the final scene)

"O, stable boy, a horse!!

Letting loose the dogs of war.  

As ever, a cautiomary tale

In addition to Princess Di and FDR. it was revealed today that Gov Palin is also related to Minnie Pearl, umpteenth cousin at once removed.

****************

quid quid recipitur...

rehabilitated maybe, reconstituted not likely,

severely reprimanded certainly.

ARROGANCE

less is more, more or less

Govenor Moonbeam as he was once intoned 

by the curmudgeonly sought a California where 

less is more.  Being vindicated by all that we see

round us here now in the here and now, 

we on the bench offer by acclamation

Jerry Brown up as interior secretary.

an olympic moment that'll stick in yer craw

one world one view and a dim one at that

Confucius (pictured quaintly above) says:

"Morale has never been better than today, don't you see?"

Parsing the difference between Luddite and Troglodyte

I'd like know if he really loves me so, in the midnight hour

That a candidate for prez is technologically illiterate...