An image confronted me on the street first thing this morning, and it has lingered all day.
Who was this man who looked exactly like Art Garfunkel clutching a super-economy size pack of toilet tissue and striding with such purpose in florescent green sandals?
Saturday night brace shaving extravaganza on a tiny terz guitar
Hey, it’s the 50th anniversary of the release of Are You Experienced!
When I was 11 I knew *of* Jimi from rumour and accolades in guitar magazines but I’d never actually heard the music. One Saturday I brought my paper route money down to the record store and took a gamble and bought the cassette. (The crummy U.S. version that doesn’t include Red House).
I have this fabulous memory of lying on my bed listening to Manic Depression and being interrupted by my father who had never been Experienced. (Rather than getting hip he spent the entire 1960′s playing golf.) This was unusual. He never came up to my room except to tell me to quit moping and trim the hedge. Hendrix was weird enough for him to wonder if he should intervene.
I hate the Hendrix estate, by the way.
It is my birthday and you’re not invited.
(I’m not invited either.)
(As per usual there are no invitations)
Not a lot of weather goin on I guess
you fool Pig Nose has been controlling the weather for centuries
The Binturong (Arctictis binturong) is sometimes called a bearcat, but it is neither cat nor bear, and to make things extra confusing it’s genus name actually means “bear-weasel” in Greek.
It lives in south and southeast Asia, where it spends its time in the forest grooming its shaggy black coat and eating omnivorously, figs being an especial favorite.
It’s rare that a piece of furniture is too tall for me.
Came home this evening to find a pair of enthusiastic starlings enjoying a picnic on the little strip of grass that borders my driveway. They seemed undeterred by the weather.
Lachrimaestro 