I'm Soooooooo Confuuuuuuused

What?  No cardboard?  I guess it takes cardboard to say no cardboard? 

The Wall

Here's something for contemplation.  I want you all to really think about this.  It's a poem by Robert Frost titled Mending Wall.

“…Before I built a wall I’d ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offense.

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall That wants it down.”

––––––––––from Mending Wall by Robert Frost

Yup, I'm getting all deep.  The walls can be physical or metaphoric.  Ready, set, THINK and CONTEMPLATE.

My Brother

My older brother is somebody who has always been a bit quirky but in a cool way.  In high school he was kind of a burnout and smoked a lot of weed.  He had a one-hitter in his locker.  My mother thought he was a saint (sigh).

There are two songs that remind me of him.  Of course, you've probably never heard of either band.  My brother did not do anything mainstream. 

See you in a week.


There is a reason why The Cramps had an album titled "Bad Music for Bad People."

Facebook and Instagram

By now we have all learned that nothing we do via technology is private.  Yes, that even means this stupid blog powered by the evil Google.  I don't care what big tech says about protecting your privacy:  they don't.  I warned you all years ago that Facebook was nothing more than a grab at your personal information.  Yet there you all are.  Posting pictures of your food.  Posting vacation pictures.

While Facebook  is getting all the attention right now about violating your privacy, Instagram is right there as well because Facebook also owns Instagram.  Facebook  also owns WhatsApp, Oculus VR, and FriendFeed to name a few.

Here's my advice to people who are upset about their privacy being violated on social media.  Stop posting.  However, our reliance on technology outside of social media requires privacy protection.  Big Tech has no real interest in it.  The genie is out of the bottle, folks. 

Cash and snail mail.  Cash and snail mail.  Cash and snail mail.  Repeat as often as necessary. 

Off the Grid

Quiet Rage has been up in northern Montana in the heart of the Rocky Mountains.  Internet access was spotty at best.  Some in my group complained about 'being in a third world country' with the lack of technology.  Others praised at the ability to be off their electronic leashes.

It was interesting to see come sunset witnessing as to whom was running from spot to spot like chicken little looking for a stable internet connection after being offline all day to check emails, texts, etc., while others were in awe of what Big Sky Country offered with the colors, mountains, and emerging stars. 

Do we really think we are so important that the world will stop revolving if an email goes unanswered for a bit?  I feel sorry they are trapped by their own self-importance and missing out on what is truly soulful...and they don't even realize it. 

Chewing Gum and Dog Poo

There's a special place in hell for those who leave chewing gum and dog poo in places where others can step on it. 

Boris the Spider

OK.... I'm going to go back to the 70's for a bit.  Way back in the day, the STONE age (get it????) I remember being with one of my Minnesota besties, JLB, and her older sister.  JLB's older sister had a boyfriend who had Bing Bong.  Yes, it was marijuana paraphernalia, and we used it shamelessly.  We would use Bing Bong and the inevitable munchies would ensue.

Now what.

We get in the car (please, refrain from judgement) and make the trek to Aunt ChiChi's for a cheese chilito or whatever Mexican junk food we could get our paws on given this was Minnesota the land of Scandinavian and Germanic foodstuffs.  We had no idea what real Mexican food really was.  Anyway........While we were making the trek to Aunt ChiChi's, we would listen to The Who on an 8-trek.  Millennials, do you know WTF that is?  Whatever.  Anyway, we were under the influence of a certain plant that is now legal in some states happily listening to The Who on 8-trak enroute to munchie heaven.  One song that we listened to over and over again was 'Boris the Spider.'  For whatever reason, we found that song hilarious and loved the creeepy-crawwwly-creepy-creepy-crawwwwwly-crawwwwly-creepy-creepy-crawwwwly-crawwwly.

So.....fast forward 40 years.  We now have a pet spider right here at our home in Sonoma County who lives on our deck out back.  He has spun his web.  My son feeds him flies.  My daughter wants to kill him.  The spider's name is Boris - in honor of my fond memories.  Here's both a picture of the spider and the song.  Enjoy.

....and here's my Boris the Spider