11.27.2009
Black Friday
When Black Friday comes
I'll stand down by the door
And catch the grey men when they
Dive from the fourteenth floor
When Black Friday comes
I'll collect everything I'm owed
And before my friends find out
I'll be on the road
11.26.2009
11.11.2009
the Pollock toy
here is a little toy i know the haters will love. be jackson pollock. go waste a minute or two on this. if you make one, please take a screen shot and send it to me at sparringk9@yahoo.com so i can post it here.
Moi's Pollock (what a good sport! Moi hates pollock)
Pam OKC's pollock - niiiice
Boney's entries: done with his own tools. boney "haters" is a joke on the people i know dont like pollock. remember at the seattle blogger summit we went to the museum and i was alone, very alone, in my affection for the Pollock. thanks for playing.
foamy's pollock! wow! awesome.
Sridhar Jagannathan's pollock! reminds me of a chihuly glass sculpture. love it.
Dianne's Pollock: "chaos with sun". i love the title, how perfect. and this painting still looks "wet". thanks dianne, i love it.
gnome's pollock. this one has some gorgoeus flow to it. thanks gnomey!
boxer's pollock! as sunny as her disposition. thank you!oh hell to the NO he didnt! the bloodsucker weighed in:
thanks ardliar. but i think you spelled your name wrong. howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwl *over-achiever* grhahahahttp://jacksonpollock.org
its eleven eleven btw. heads up!
11.04.2009
Culinary Throwdown: Beets!
Let's face it: beets suck. Edith, the french hen above, wouldnt get near these roots until i threw some fig newtons on top of them. beets are why the ruskies couldnt stop the bolsheviks from taking over: too damn weak from borscht and vodka. beets have got a bad texture and a not too pleasant taste. what do beets have going for them? they are beautiful.
my favorite (and only) beet recipe: Beet Table Centerpiece
ingredients:
beets
vase
water
go to the store and buy some beets. please buy local and organic if possible. take beets home and clean thoroughly. fill vase with water and submerge beets into a pleasing arrangement. because the beets are underwater, they stay nice and bright in color. without water, beets dry out and have a dull surface. put on table. have a few drinks and enjoy!
now what?
peggy jean's got the beet (in her rear view mirror!)
Easter examines the possibilities. (there are none.)
vera says "nyet" as well. 4 out of 6 chickens agree: no beets! (Wren and Ethyl were unavailable for comment)
To see other entries in the Beet Culinary Throwdown, please visit Moi's blog to see who has entered. You can vote for your favorite entry by leaving a comment.
10.31.2009
10.21.2009
the love embrace of the federal kind
the big news today was that the taxpayers are not going to be "repaid" as was sold to us by Paulson and Bernanke and Franks and Pelosi and Reid and W and Chocolate Jesus and the whole worthless mess of lying elitist nation destroying weaklings in the senate and congress. they pushed through TARP - relieving americans of their wealth and delivering it into the coffers of Goldman Sachs. and if we didnt go along with it? there would be another depression! they promised transparency. they promised it would be repaid -with interest no less- that it was actually going to be a GOOD DEAL for us. remember that?
does anybody anywhere, of any party affiliation believe any of this shite anymore? Do you believe anything on any news network? how is it we know more about the ballon boy story with it's repulsive child exploiting Heene then we do about the slow pitiful whimpering death of a nation? or the fact that Obama spends more time complaining about Fox and Rush Limbaugh and the "mess he inherited" and attending 15K a plate campaign dinners for fledgling low level demoncrats than he does on figuring out what to do about Afghanistan or addressing the fact that the stimulus hasnt done jack shite for the economy. what a f*cken sham this all is. this president needs to man up and stop whining and sending his minions axelrod and rahm out to run interference for his delicate ego if he wants to run the rulz for rads gameplan.
has anybody else been up all night lately with a heartbroken small business owner?
my husband laid off some very good men today. One has been with him 15 years. The other has 3 children and a wife with cancer. if something doesnt close in the next 10 days more heads will roll. the "jobless recovery" will have very little meaning for these americans. Its going to be a real challenge too, when the carbon tax climate change shake down begins in earnest; not to mention the massive taxes that must accompany this kind of deficit spending and hidden taxes in fees and penalties that governments cook up to cover their waste.
i mentally left my home with my husband months ago. yeah the old conspiracy rottweiler has been working on the survival loblolly up in NoGa - developing the garden, getting the chickens, trying to figure out how i can get solar and identifying like minded individuals who might be interested in local economy and bartering. there's a lot of me up there; people who are trying to position themselves to best avoid the coming federal tyranny. i dont even care who thinks it is foolish or nutty anymore. i doubt there will be any actual crazytown reee-volt ; just a weak ass slump into a lesser standard of living riddled with rules and regulations; what you can and cant do with your own property, your body, your money, your health care options, what you drive, how you heat and cool, what you can eat or smoke, what you can say or write, how you educate your children, if you can sell items at a garage sale or not and on and on and on.
the final task finally came through last week when i got a job up in NoGa. so i wont be down here in the ATL too much anymore which is very sad considering how much the big dog could use the love and support and comfort of a warm rotty. if i didnt absolutely believe this was the best contribution i could make to our livelihood -or dare i say it? survival - i wouldnt do it. i run the loblolly kind of lean and can cover its expenses which takes some pressure off the big dog who has stopped paying himself so that he can keep people employed as long as possible.
i took less money at the job in exchange for being paid in cash. i also agreed to never apply for unemployment in the off season or ask to be covered for health care. i also took the job because it makes sense for what i am building: its at a plant nursery and landscaping company; so i will be outfitting the loblolly with fruit trees and more blueberries and a bigger food plot. its been a very very long time since i had a boss or had to be up and out of my house at a certain time. so far, i dont mind it. and the work i am doing now is not too rough: i am building their web and facebook and twitter presence and integrating them along with a blog style marketing plan. in the spring i will actually work the shop too -but i am job sharing with a young man who can deal with the heavy lifting. im lucky to have this job after telling the bosses about my titanium neck.
My 25 year old niece is going to come down to ATL and pick me up on her way to see her grandmother/my old mama early early *real early* friday morning. we both know what it means when she goes from hospital crisis to hospital crisis with a body increasingly weakened by endless medical procedures. it is definitely going to end soon and you know, i am kind of glad she wont be around to see whats sure to come. i think one depression a lifetime is enough.
ending on a few happy notes: i am going to catch up on blogs tomorrow; boxer is coming to visit and will be here in 15 days! I will be back from florida in time for MM thanks to a ticket an overzealous little man with a little power gave me for crossing a median in "apocalypse", a white blazer with blacked out windows on a three inch lift (grrrrrherhahahaha) - so i have to go to court on tuesday. yes, my crime is so heinous the ticket cannot be merely paid. i have to appear before a judge. and, i am looking forward to the trolls new meme "demoncrat of the week"; a meme that could never be exhausted.
recommended reading: the great american bubble machine the dark tale of Goldman Sachs; what they have done to us, and what is coming. Rolling Stone does the work the "news" fails to do.
10.15.2009
10.13.2009
The History of K9 Part 3: The Poetry Duel
As K9 developed his rotty persona he ranged far and wide on the internets leaving his fragrant steaming hot browns in unsuspecting blogger's com boxes. sometimes starting trouble, sometimes making friends. finally, and fatefully, he landed one evening on the blog known as Maydens Voyage in the middle of a duel between two poets; the flowery victorian kind. their old school vocabulary and gestures of chivalry cried out for a dark horse fly in the ointment type. so in typical K9 fashion, the dog inserted himself, uninvited, into the duel.
K9 threw a challenge down to the other poets with this rappery:
(this is what we do to poets 'round here)
why i make this post? let me be real clear:
i found myself a MAYDEN
and a nordic one at that
but i found her fire fadin'
so im preppin for combat
with a duo in a duel
yeah some men of poetry
so I'm throwin' down a jewel
of niner rappery
yeah im the dark horse in this race
and there aint no greater cause
to protect my mayden fair of face
from their literary paws
if ya'll be mackin' on my mayden
i'll be sneaking her away
like the bar-b-que you grilled
on independence day
she gonna choose a suitor
on their words alone
so im singing out my rap
with a bark of baritone
i don't need no learning
or thesaurus thickened book
i'll sway her with my yearnin'
and my nanny-killin' look
i'm turning maydens head
with my juicy rap ebonics
so what if you well read?
you jus suckin' on ya phonics!
to the poets i say:
i ruled ya, i drooled ya, flipped ya over and i skooled ya
i left a steamin brown, flipped you back and put it down
i floated and i stinged, left you peak-ked in da ring
i was bad; i was pretty
ya'll left town
feeling shitty
cause the dog sneaked in
before this dress rehersal
now its too late for the wedding
'cause i "pinged her universal"*
/howl
* pinged her universal refers to a comment i made about successful art
well, percival, who's blog no longer exists, (but i think is a guy named Paul) wrote this reply:
O vile Pretender!
Thou art - here me well good man, and tremble - thou art, verily, the George W. Bush of "dogs!"
Affecting a clumsy incoherence, it is clear from thine metrical skills that thou art well acquainted with Keats, Yeats, Teats, Tipsy, and the rest...
An English major I well suspect, who has been putting on the dog of a down-home act.
As the sun goes down on Monday, the sun also sets for thee. Ask not for whom the bell tolls. And seek not to break the rules and ask the Mayden's indulgence by saying, "the dog ate my homework."
In other words, Sir, I publically remind you that the Lady's rules stipulate including something about that darned "Lee Kennedy" dude, which I really found the hardest part of the whole thing...
Ping her universal? Think not even to arrive at the outermost vestibule of her galaxy.
O, unsavory Chameleon!
Cherished praise from this strong competitor Percy. Also in the mix: one J. Cosmo Newberry who i believe can still be seen lurking about at ladies' blogs such as Here is My Heart. My friendship with Xdell developed at this time and he set the odds for the dog at 5:1. in many ways he refereed the games. Mayden made the rules: the winning poem had to have two components: it had to address the concept of "fidelity" and it also had to include a mention of a man in australia known as "Lee Kennedy". The prize was that mayden would turn her full blog attention to the winner of the poetry duel for 30 days.
The dog had many helpers and supporters -im sure the others did too (NOT!). There was a lot of back and forth taunting between the poets and it was a very lively time on the blogs. I cannot tell the whole story as critical parts are missing. But in Maydens and K9's archives there stands (like a monument grrrherhahaha) a record of the most entertaining and interactive blogging season this dog has ever had. and the comments were priceless. Many friendships were forged in this time and the dog's earlier days as a troublemaker seemed to be forgiven.
finally the deadline arrived and K9 submitted this entry:
** the morse code and chemistry is the part that addresses the required component of the blogger known as Lee**
was it
nutmeg psychosis
or
morse code neurosis:
-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----
(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
hallucination
or
sweet equation
1,6-dichloro-1,6-dideoxy-
β-D-fructo-furanosyl 4-chloro-4-deoxy-
α-D-galactopyranoside
(almost)
the aussie man lee
and fidelity
the detective and the post
the niner of K
the den of may
the voyage and a boast
gloves thrown down
photos and browns
a discussion of what is true.
silly bros
erudite foes
its what dogs were built to do
-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----
(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
well i was called fidelis from my very first day
i dogpaddled here to bark it out and have my say
id never let a digger do a dig on my lady
wouldnt let 'em dis her or imply that she were shady
id protect her virtue with my K9 high karate
and channel-surf her chakras like a bodisatva rottie
a spectral force unseen just in case shes ever scared
a poem for her pleasure with my inner dog laid bared
but when she falls alseep tonight the canine ranges on
to form a fragrant steamer for another blogger's lawn.
though i can't stay a month in her digital abode
anytime she needs me she can telegraph my code
-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----
(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----
(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
mayden
i'm fadin'
but true to you i'll be
m' lady's voice
the niner's choice
of sound fidelity
sound fidelity....
sound fidelity...
sound fidelity................
/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
my most cherished comment came from the bird which hinted at my very unfair advantage: that of being a "lady" masquerading as a rottweiler. grrrrrherhahahaha
bird's comment:
..."i felt that percy's flow (given his genre) was pretty good - in fact, ALMOST, but not quite, rivaling yours (and certainly superior to cosmo's - whose composition i found rather boring.)
but you in, addition to the superior flow, have produced a unique composition - it provides the unexpected: morse code, equation,
and, here, i'm trying to recall verbatim how i phrased it over at percy's place, in your composition, you express some values that are most endearing to the female heart - though you are a rogue of sorts, you offer both protection and freedom - no woman can pass up that combination - it's perfect!"
of course, the dog won the day. However, instead of having Mayden's 30 days of attention, K9 chose to do a series of posts with her as a muse - channelling the art of other artists; for example
/bark bark bark
(basquait)
/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
/bark bark bark
our lady of perpetual bloggers
/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
In this time, a beautiful friendship between K9 and Mayden was born. and it would be put to the test in the final chapter: The Islamic War: a massive blog dogfight.
K9 threw a challenge down to the other poets with this rappery:
(this is what we do to poets 'round here)why i make this post? let me be real clear:
i found myself a MAYDEN
and a nordic one at that
but i found her fire fadin'
so im preppin for combat
with a duo in a duel
yeah some men of poetry
so I'm throwin' down a jewel
of niner rappery
yeah im the dark horse in this race
and there aint no greater cause
to protect my mayden fair of face
from their literary paws
if ya'll be mackin' on my mayden
i'll be sneaking her away
like the bar-b-que you grilled
on independence day
she gonna choose a suitor
on their words alone
so im singing out my rap
with a bark of baritone
i don't need no learning
or thesaurus thickened book
i'll sway her with my yearnin'
and my nanny-killin' look
i'm turning maydens head
with my juicy rap ebonics
so what if you well read?
you jus suckin' on ya phonics!
to the poets i say:
i ruled ya, i drooled ya, flipped ya over and i skooled ya
i left a steamin brown, flipped you back and put it down
i floated and i stinged, left you peak-ked in da ring
i was bad; i was pretty
ya'll left town
feeling shitty
cause the dog sneaked in
before this dress rehersal
now its too late for the wedding
'cause i "pinged her universal"*
/howl
* pinged her universal refers to a comment i made about successful art
well, percival, who's blog no longer exists, (but i think is a guy named Paul) wrote this reply:
O vile Pretender!
Thou art - here me well good man, and tremble - thou art, verily, the George W. Bush of "dogs!"
Affecting a clumsy incoherence, it is clear from thine metrical skills that thou art well acquainted with Keats, Yeats, Teats, Tipsy, and the rest...
An English major I well suspect, who has been putting on the dog of a down-home act.
As the sun goes down on Monday, the sun also sets for thee. Ask not for whom the bell tolls. And seek not to break the rules and ask the Mayden's indulgence by saying, "the dog ate my homework."
In other words, Sir, I publically remind you that the Lady's rules stipulate including something about that darned "Lee Kennedy" dude, which I really found the hardest part of the whole thing...
Ping her universal? Think not even to arrive at the outermost vestibule of her galaxy.
O, unsavory Chameleon!
Cherished praise from this strong competitor Percy. Also in the mix: one J. Cosmo Newberry who i believe can still be seen lurking about at ladies' blogs such as Here is My Heart. My friendship with Xdell developed at this time and he set the odds for the dog at 5:1. in many ways he refereed the games. Mayden made the rules: the winning poem had to have two components: it had to address the concept of "fidelity" and it also had to include a mention of a man in australia known as "Lee Kennedy". The prize was that mayden would turn her full blog attention to the winner of the poetry duel for 30 days.
The dog had many helpers and supporters -im sure the others did too (NOT!). There was a lot of back and forth taunting between the poets and it was a very lively time on the blogs. I cannot tell the whole story as critical parts are missing. But in Maydens and K9's archives there stands (like a monument grrrherhahaha) a record of the most entertaining and interactive blogging season this dog has ever had. and the comments were priceless. Many friendships were forged in this time and the dog's earlier days as a troublemaker seemed to be forgiven.
finally the deadline arrived and K9 submitted this entry:
** the morse code and chemistry is the part that addresses the required component of the blogger known as Lee**
was it
nutmeg psychosis
or
morse code neurosis:
-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----
(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
hallucination
or
sweet equation
1,6-dichloro-1,6-dideoxy-
β-D-fructo-furanosyl 4-chloro-4-deoxy-
α-D-galactopyranoside
(almost)
the aussie man lee
and fidelity
the detective and the post
the niner of K
the den of may
the voyage and a boast
gloves thrown down
photos and browns
a discussion of what is true.
silly bros
erudite foes
its what dogs were built to do
-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----
(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
well i was called fidelis from my very first day
i dogpaddled here to bark it out and have my say
id never let a digger do a dig on my lady
wouldnt let 'em dis her or imply that she were shady
id protect her virtue with my K9 high karate
and channel-surf her chakras like a bodisatva rottie
a spectral force unseen just in case shes ever scared
a poem for her pleasure with my inner dog laid bared
but when she falls alseep tonight the canine ranges on
to form a fragrant steamer for another blogger's lawn.
though i can't stay a month in her digital abode
anytime she needs me she can telegraph my code
-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----
(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
-.- .---- -.- .---- -.- .----
(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
mayden
i'm fadin'
but true to you i'll be
m' lady's voice
the niner's choice
of sound fidelity
sound fidelity....
sound fidelity...
sound fidelity................
/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
my most cherished comment came from the bird which hinted at my very unfair advantage: that of being a "lady" masquerading as a rottweiler. grrrrrherhahahaha
bird's comment:
..."i felt that percy's flow (given his genre) was pretty good - in fact, ALMOST, but not quite, rivaling yours (and certainly superior to cosmo's - whose composition i found rather boring.)
but you in, addition to the superior flow, have produced a unique composition - it provides the unexpected: morse code, equation,
and, here, i'm trying to recall verbatim how i phrased it over at percy's place, in your composition, you express some values that are most endearing to the female heart - though you are a rogue of sorts, you offer both protection and freedom - no woman can pass up that combination - it's perfect!"
of course, the dog won the day. However, instead of having Mayden's 30 days of attention, K9 chose to do a series of posts with her as a muse - channelling the art of other artists; for example
/bark bark bark
(basquait)
/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
/bark bark bark
our lady of perpetual bloggers
/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
In this time, a beautiful friendship between K9 and Mayden was born. and it would be put to the test in the final chapter: The Islamic War: a massive blog dogfight.
10.09.2009
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