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The Rumblings Abdominal
5 years ago
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Sunday, October 04, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Sunday, September 06, 2015
To South Padre Island, and farewell to my parents
We've back from a trip to South Padre Island and Brownsville, TX, where we visited my son and daughter-in-law. It was a wonderful trip, but also sad, in that we spread the ashes of my parents on a beach they loved.
Monday, August 31, 2015
A little literary revenge
Like it says, a little literary revenge...
Maybe not warranted, but fun just the same.
createspace: https://www.createspace.com/5570742
kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0110PFUJY
amazon paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Psionic-Beasts-Women-Must-Purple/dp/0692474765/
Maybe not warranted, but fun just the same.
createspace: https://www.createspace.com/5570742
kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0110PFUJY
amazon paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Psionic-Beasts-Women-Must-Purple/dp/0692474765/
Monday, August 24, 2015
Fun in politics...not such a good idea
Just a little video meditation on why having fun in politics may not be such a good idea...
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Sunday, August 09, 2015
T.J. Tucker, a failed obiturary
My father's obituary ran on Friday, 7 August, 2015. I did this video about why I felt I failed him. At least as a writer.
Friday, August 07, 2015
33 years of marriage!
In honor of our anniversary! Thirty-three wonderful years.
Oh, and the book is here:
1) createspace: https://www.createspace.com/5570742
2) kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0110PFUJY
3) amazon paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Psionic-Beasts-Women-Must-Purple/dp/0692474765/
Oh, and the book is here:
1) createspace: https://www.createspace.com/5570742
2) kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0110PFUJY
3) amazon paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Psionic-Beasts-Women-Must-Purple/dp/0692474765/
Sunday, August 02, 2015
Sunday, July 05, 2015
Independence Day, or not
July 5, the day after Independence Day.
It was relatively calm night, here, last night. There were some fireworks in the park east of us, and not a few loud bangs. Oh, and the air was redolent with sulfur. If you didn't know better, you would have sworn you were in the third act of Faust.
But, surprisingly, it was limited. It didn't have that artillery barrage feeling that 4 July sometimes gets. And there were only a few sirens…meaning, I hope, that there were few injuries. Though, sadly, there are always some. And, in a dry climate like this one, there are always fires where the rockets or sparks fall to earth, in the grass or on the mesa, or on peoples' roofs.
Sometimes…well, many times…there are also deaths. Someone elects to hold a firework in his teeth. Or to throw a smoke bomb through the open window of a house or a passing car. Or, whatever. And someone dies.
Alas, one wonders how long we can continue to celebrate the fourth in the way that we do. I mean, with fireworks. We have already made fire crackers (the loud explosive sort) illegal and done our best to replace them with various, less dangerous alternatives—fire fountains, whistlers, smoke bombs, and so on. But, ultimately, you cannot escape the fact that we have a holiday that involves the ignition of low-level explosives by people who are not trained to handle pyrotechnics…and who are often under-aged and/or drunk at the time.
I wonder if, in the end, we will have to stop it entirely, the way that many communities now make trick-or-treating illegal on Halloween.
There is something very sad about that. Yet, sometimes, it seems that as a people we lack the discipline, self-control, and, well, simple wisdom to be trusted with these particular toys, with their unique capacity for injury. It seems that, maybe, we need keepers.
As I say, a thought terribly sad…
And, worse, perhaps metaphoric.
For so much that is going on, now, in our politics and our place in the world.
It was relatively calm night, here, last night. There were some fireworks in the park east of us, and not a few loud bangs. Oh, and the air was redolent with sulfur. If you didn't know better, you would have sworn you were in the third act of Faust.
But, surprisingly, it was limited. It didn't have that artillery barrage feeling that 4 July sometimes gets. And there were only a few sirens…meaning, I hope, that there were few injuries. Though, sadly, there are always some. And, in a dry climate like this one, there are always fires where the rockets or sparks fall to earth, in the grass or on the mesa, or on peoples' roofs.
Sometimes…well, many times…there are also deaths. Someone elects to hold a firework in his teeth. Or to throw a smoke bomb through the open window of a house or a passing car. Or, whatever. And someone dies.
Alas, one wonders how long we can continue to celebrate the fourth in the way that we do. I mean, with fireworks. We have already made fire crackers (the loud explosive sort) illegal and done our best to replace them with various, less dangerous alternatives—fire fountains, whistlers, smoke bombs, and so on. But, ultimately, you cannot escape the fact that we have a holiday that involves the ignition of low-level explosives by people who are not trained to handle pyrotechnics…and who are often under-aged and/or drunk at the time.
I wonder if, in the end, we will have to stop it entirely, the way that many communities now make trick-or-treating illegal on Halloween.
There is something very sad about that. Yet, sometimes, it seems that as a people we lack the discipline, self-control, and, well, simple wisdom to be trusted with these particular toys, with their unique capacity for injury. It seems that, maybe, we need keepers.
As I say, a thought terribly sad…
And, worse, perhaps metaphoric.
For so much that is going on, now, in our politics and our place in the world.
Monday, December 01, 2014
Friday, November 07, 2014
BRICS 2, and why I'm not really a B*stard
Another little video meditation on the BRICS (Brazil, Russia, India, China, and South Africa)...
And on why I'm not really a B*stard. Or, anyway, not as much as you might think.
And on why I'm not really a B*stard. Or, anyway, not as much as you might think.
Thursday, November 06, 2014
Tuesday, November 04, 2014
Sunday, November 02, 2014
a little video about love in Ozlandia
Like it says.
Link to the books is below the video
Love in Laverton
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NCGWRLE
Along the Finke
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OZ8K1G6
Link to the books is below the video
Love in Laverton
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NCGWRLE
Along the Finke
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OZ8K1G6
Saturday, November 01, 2014
Beautiful Volcanoes, Ugly Politics
Like it says, a video meditation on beautiful volcanoes and ugly politics...
Monday, October 27, 2014
A video about BRICS and Brazil
A video with a few thoughts about the recent election in Brazil (2014) and the long term prospects for the BRICS...
And for us...
And for us...
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