Cranial Cavity Award – February 28
Feb 28, 2007 Announcements
The current “My Cranial Cavity is Full of Bricks and Sh*t” award (the inaugural winner by the way) is the City Council for the City of Largo Fla.
It seems that the City Manager, who has done a “commendable” job for the past 14 years has been canned. The reason?
According (in an AP report earlier today) to Commissioner Mary Gray Black, who moved forward with the resolution to fire the City Manager, his decision to undergo a sex-change operation suddenly invalidated all the years of good works and benefits to the city… destroyed integrity, trust, and respect…
I guess she’s saying that the best way to destroy integrity, trust and respect is to be honest with yourself…
The way the world is going… it looks like we’ll be giving out the “Cranial Crap” award on a regular basis.
Quack!
Pikes Peak Writers Conference
Feb 17, 2007 Announcements
Freedom of expression for writers world-wide is one of the tools of freedom for humanity. To that end, I’m including the announcement below…
thanks,
April 20-22, 2007 Colorado Springs Marriott.
The Pikes Peak Writers Conference started in 1993 and each April, brings the New York publishing industry to Colorado Springs, Colorado for a weekend packed with workshops, pitch meetings, read & critique sessions and much more. Writer’s Digest Magazine voted Pikes Peak Writers Conference one of the top ten writing conferences in the US. Guest speakers have included Nora Roberts, Stephen Coonts, Diane Mott Davidson, Robert Crais, Jennifer Crusie, Rupert Holmes, David Morrell, Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Jim Butcher.
The conference also sponsors the Paul Gillette Writing Contest which runs annually and whose winners are recognized at the conference. Past winners who went on to publication include: Carol Berg, Margaret Coel, Colleen Collins, Kimberly Willis Holt, Robin Owens, Leslie O’Kane and Ralph Wetterhahn.
For more information, or to register Pikes Peak Writers Conference
Four Letter Word
Feb 16, 2007 Suppression of People
Somehow this one sort of goes along with the Tim Hardaway thing (see item below)… from Kiss the Breath of Sunset…
Look around in your twisted mind,
Look in that empty brain
Do you feel the urge to hate someone,
Enough that it makes you insane
What is it about them that makes you cringe?
What sets your blood aflame?
Are you a little inadequate inside yourself
And you’re looking for someone to blame?
HATE… is a four letter word for ignorance,
HATE… is another word for fear
HATE… is a tool of those who would be in power,
HATE… is a word used to smear
Did you ever learn about decency
Or respect for your fellow man?
Is it easier to scapegoat someone else
When you’re not doing all that you can?
Is it because they have something you don’t
Or is it due to a fear in your heart
Do you think that hating someone
Will somehow make you smart?
Run for your life from your phobias
Hide your head in the sand
‘Cos you gotta know that hating
Won’t make you a better man
HATE… is a four letter word for ignorance,
HATE… is synonym for fear
HATE… is a generational inheritance,
HATE… is an insult to values held dear
Have you ever heard of diversity
People with different thoughts than your own
Hate’s nothing but a perversity
And yours just won’t leave you alone
Are you afraid to give up your hatred
Afraid that you might have to think
Take a good look at your fears, man
You know what? Your attitude stinks.
Ok, Tim, your opinion matters because?…
Feb 16, 2007 Suppression of People
Good-on-yas to NBA Commissioner Stern for throwing Tim Hardaway’s butt out of Las Vegas. OK, admittedly the concept of somebody being a role model because they can stuff a ball in a hole has always perplexed me. But what the hell, it happens. The downside is a bunch of kids looking up to somebody who hate-rants on the radio, or any public forum. Yeah, Tim, you’ve got your opinions, and you’re entitled to them. Just like everybody. But you also can’t blame the league when they choose to back away from somebody spouting hate.
Then again, you could always refuse to take the percentage of your salary that comes from gay people who pay to watch you stuff the ball in a hole.
Quack!
Multisyllabic Vocabulary
Feb 4, 2007 Rock and Roll
Friday, February 14, 1964. I walked on to a makeshift stage at a country church south west of Longmont Colorado with a Harmony guitar in hand, and five Beatles songs in my head. Five days earlier, on Sunday night, Ed Sullivan had introduced the Fab Four. Monday morning, I bought the guitar and a small amplifier, the down payment was my life savings at the time, from Dick Bachman at Bachman Music in Longmont. I learned the songs and had my first ‘gig’ on Friday. Since then, I’ve picked, plucked, pranced, and piano pounded in a few hundred bars, taverns and nightclubs throughout the western us.
Holiday Inn Lounges… done ‘em… pool halls with a crappy stage in the corner… yup… ski resorts, golf resorts, country clubs, monster bars with country on the main floor and rock and roll in the basement.
Rock and roll, blues, protest rock, folk songs, hard rock… punk rock, new wave, metal and mosh… Zep and Zombies, Zappa and Zevon… Berry and Blondie, Beach Boys and… well duh… Beatles… Donovan and Dylan, the Knack and Greg Kihn… Sid Vicious and Stephen Stills…
Since the seventies, seems to be one song title gets yelled in every one of those places…
One thing makes me really glad about being an old fart… I can play what I want…
I’m doing sixties now for a lot of reasons, but in the middle of the gig I played last night, one of those reasons really came to mind.
Ya see, I remember Rosa Parks, and George Wallace, and Birmingham, and Medgar Evers, and Martin Luther King… Diner sit-ins, and fire hoses, and night sticks, and the bodies of three young men…
From hundreds of stages, I’ve watched, observed and listened… heard an overly large population of people whose multisyllabic vocabulary is pretty freakin’ limited. 80% of it in half a dozen words…
n——, whiskey, redneck, pickup, she-it, and freebird…
Ok, Free Bird is really two ONE SYLLABLE WORDS, but that’s not the way you hear it when the Jack and Coke forces it from somebody’s mouth… loudly…
I guess maybe I play some southern rock… Southern Cross, and of course Southern Man… sorry, Sweet Home Alabama isn’t on the list… neither is Free Bird…
Why celebrate somebody whose life seems to be depositing samples of his gene pool everywhere south of the Mason-Dixon line without any concept of personal responsibility…
Oh, well… I guess you can shout it out all you want… odds are pretty good you won’t hear it from me…
Quack!
