Monday, December 29, 2008

Good Days, Bad Days....But by Who's Definition

Munchkin is turning out to be some cat. She has good days walking and bad days walking. But if you are Munchkin, you always think it is a good day to walk.

At times I look at her and wonder why. Why does she keep trying so hard. She bumps, she falls ..she has taken more blows to the head than Muhammad Ali, yet everyday she keeps plugging along. Her will is so strong. She gives me inspiration ...everyday.

Every night we go to bed and she and her sister are playing in the bedroom. Every morning when I wake up, she is tucked in between Peggy and I. When I rise, she follows me, begging to be fed. I carry her downstairs and she cannot wait to eat. And yet everyday, when I come home, she runs away.....unless it is dinner time, and then I get the hero treatment once again.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Completing the Trip

Well, it is no longer timely, but I am going to finish the story of our trip, damnit! On Thanksgiving day we left San Fransisco and headed north to the lost coast, the home of our friends Joe and Karen. They live waaaaay out off the beaten path, off the map in Petrolia. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and were on our way.
We again stayed in Karen and Joe's lovely one room cabin. This is the original homestead they built and lived here while they built their main home. One room, shower and loft for sleeping. Heated by a wood stove. We love staying here.
Here is the view from the main house. Is this a peaceful place or what?
We had a fine Thanksgiving dinner on duck with Joe and Karen. Here we are pictured on Saturday (our last day) just about to eat some duck gizzards. Three geezers eating gizzards (if only it were goose gizzards I could have stretched the g's out even further!)


We spent some time on the beach. As usual it was beautiful, as were my two companions. Neko loves the beach, and just loved being out in the wild all weekend.



On Saturday afternoon we went into town to see a friend and I met Shorty, who was aptly named.


You just never know who you will run into in downtown Petrolia, so it is best to always primp before you run out the door.


On our way out of Petrolia on Saturday night, just at sunset, by chance I took this great picture of my favorite photo journalist, the wonderful woman who makes me stop every 1/4 mile to 'capture the light'.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Thanksgiving Road Trip, Revisited




This Thanksgiving we mirrored our trip of two Thanksgivings ago and headed south. This time we took the entire week, and we added San Fransisco to the mix. It was a fun trip.
On Sunday, before, we had a giant Thanksgiving feast for Peggy's family. It was a lot of fun, a lot of work and it delayed our departure. Instead of leaving for the southland "at the crack of dawn" we finally left Seattle at 2:30.
"Crack of Dawn" and "First thing in the Morning" are terms Peggy uses to appease me the day before we leave for anywhere. The phrases mean nothing in terms of what most humans think of when they think of time.
We travelled south with ease in our little mini Cooper that was packed to the gills. Neko alternated from lap to quiet area in the back. We stopped often for piddle breaks, gas and meals. We made a significant error in Kelso and found ourselves in a land of no restaurants and had to settle for our first of too many meals from the dreaded corporate world of AppleBees.
Our "revised" goal for the day was pushed back to Grant's Pass, but shortly out of Salem we ran into computerized car problems. Out PSI light came on indicating a flat tire, or tires with wrong tire pressure. Our mini has run-flat tires and this light means no speed over 50. With our decreased speed and lack of open maintenance depots, we cruised into Eugene and ala a drunken John Wayne in True Grit we said; "we'll camp here".
Peggy's nephew Tommy attends the U of O and we sought him out and had a wonderful pizza dinner with Tommy and his California roommate, Nick.
"First thing" the next morning the wonderful folks at Les Schwab tires inspected our tires, gave us their blessings and we were off at full speed to visit San Francisco. Departure time 11:30. First thing my ass.
We spent a pleasant two days at our friends Lori and Eric house in the bay area.

Friday, November 21, 2008

More Poetry


Sometimes
A poem by Sheenagh Pugh

Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.



Sheenagh Pugh (1950) lives in Cardiff Wales, and writes fiction and poems and also translates, mainly from German

Oh, The Joys of Riding My Bike to Work!

Am enjoying riding my bike to work. It is a great way to start the day, it is a nice way to end the work day. Have enjoyed the solidarity with my bike commuters as we meet and have our RIGHTEOUS meetings at traffic lights, or give that way cool head nod as we pass each other.

It is a super cool bike commuter thing, you probably wouldn't understand it.

Last night I received my introduction to Boy Scout preparedness as a bike commuter. For the record, I must say I was never allowed to be a boy scout. I guess I couldn't pass their standards - they must have been able to see that I was a left leaning socialist muckraker at my early age - plus my Mommy just would not be a den mother; after getting sick of the hassle after being brother Bruce's den mother. Because of this neglect from my childhood, I was totally unprepared for what happened last night.

Last night I had a flat tire a mile into my ride home. Sheeet! All that righteous bonding brotherhood collaboration of my fellow bike commuting gang disappeared. I tried to pump the tire but found the leak too strong. Began my walk back to the office. Was shunned and avoided by two bikers. No eye contact made, one zoomed by, one changed direction. I got back to the shop, drove to the West Seattle bike shop, purchased an emergency spare tube (a must have I have now discovered), a groovy little tool to get the tire off and a patch kit. Drove back to the shop (and YES Peter, I bought a 24 oz Pabst Blue Ribbon and OPENED it in the car), fixed the tire, finished my beer and road home. I got home at 9:00.

A nice day.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Sometimes You Have to Look Deeper for the True Cause


PORT ST. LUCIE, Fla. - A man faces a domestic battery charge after allegedly hitting his girlfriend with a sandwich as she was driving on Interstate 95 on Friday. Police said the 19-year-old man became angry and hit the woman in the arm and face with a sandwich, knocking her glasses off.
The victim nearly lost control of the car because she couldn't see the road and the man then allegedly ripped off the rear-view mirror and used it to shatter the windshield.
The man was freed on $7,500 bail.


Police haven't said what type of sandwich was involved.


My comments:

Of course it would be too easy to think that it was a club sandwich. I will not speculate as to what kind until all the facts are in, but I am pretty sure mayonnaise was involved. Too often the blame gets meted out to the sandwich, when we all truly know deep in our souls that mayonnaise is the true root of evil in this world.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Welcome Home Nelle!







On Sunday I was out running errands and these three young black girls, probably aged 14, 11 and 8 were selling these cute little puppies in front of Barnes and Nobles at Westwood Village. I stopped and petted the puppies and inquired as to what kind they were. They were four month old half Shi' Zu half Miniature Schnauzer.

As I walked away I pondered another dog and called Peggy. She instantly said yes but the more we talked the more we thought of my mother, who just loves our little Neko and is our # 1 babysitter. I called my mother to ask her if she wanted one.

She reminded me that her policy was to never gifts that eat or shit, but immediately started to waver when I described the little one. I told her I was getting her one, but that we would take it if it caused any issues

Have visited three times since, and little Nelle has wrapped herself into my Mommy's life. She even gets to sleep in the bed.

Commitment, Damn It!


I am going on the record. I am going to show commitment. I am going to RIDE MY BIKE to work every day that it is possible. And I am going to find that it is more possible than I ever imagined.

I am very lucky in this regard.

1. I live just over four miles from work
2. There are NO, ABSOLUTELY NO, cumbersome hills between me and my destination
3. I work at a place that embraces casual clothing.

There is no reason for me NOT to ride everyday.

I have purchased rain gear. I have purchased a strobing front light and two strobing red lights.I have the most kick-ass gloves known to man. I need the exercise and spend time chasing it, when it is right in front of me everyday.

I have one other luxury. Currently we own three cars. I am leaving the truck down at the shop as an emergency vehicle. If there are monsoon rains, hurricane winds.. I have an out. If I need to travel on business during the day..I have a ride.

Yeah...that's right...I got it all figured out.
I can do this.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

My Pun for the Election

You all know I just love puns. The cornier the better.

This one just came to me, and as usual, I should have suppressed it.

But I can't!


Either way, Democrat or Republican, yesterday's election was going to make today an


OBAMANATION!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Help, Help; I'm Being Repressed!



I voted this morning and for the first time EVER in voting, I felt repressed! That is right, I was repressed! I had to wait in line. Twelve people deep! And it was raining. Those bastard Republicans thought they could suppress my vote. I even thought I saw McNasty, Palin and Rossi chuckling in the corner of the building.

There were about 15 precincts voting at the little church where my precinct votes. None of the OTHER precincts had lines. Just MY precinct.

Well, all their dirty tricks went for naught. I waited them out. I stayed there, arm outstretched, fist clenched, and I voted. I voted my ass off. I took those mo-fo's down.

Stop me before I embellish this story with tales of German Shepard dogs.

But my morning went something like this:

ARTHUR: How do you do, good lady. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that?

WOMAN: King of the who?

ARTHUR: The Britons.

WOMAN: Who are the Britons?

ARTHUR: Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king.

WOMAN: I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.

DENNIS: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--

WOMAN: Oh, there you go, bringing class into it again.

DENNIS: That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of--

ARTHUR: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?

WOMAN: No one live there.

ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?

WOMAN: We don't have a lord.

ARTHUR: What?

DENNIS: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.

ARTHUR: Yes.

DENNIS: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting--

ARTHUR: Yes, I see.

DENNIS: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,--

ARTHUR: Be quiet!

DENNIS: But by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major--

ARTHUR: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!

WOMAN: Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.

ARTHUR: I am your king!

WOMAN: Well, I didn't vote for you.

ARTHUR: You don't vote for kings.

WOMAN: Well, how did you become king then?

ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake,... [angels sing] ...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king!

DENNIS: Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

ARTHUR: Be quiet!

DENNIS: Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

ARTHUR: Shut up!

DENNIS: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!

ARTHUR: Shut up, will you. Shut up!

DENNIS: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.

ARTHUR: Shut up!

DENNIS: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I'm being repressed!

ARTHUR: Bloody peasant!

DENNIS: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Hey Joe, Where you going with that plunger in your hand?


Hey Joe, last night we heard a lot about you and your dilemma. Sounds like things are starting to look pretty good for you, though, and you are wondering which of these candidates can help you the most. Yes, America has some problems right now. Much of the former middle class is struggling, healthcare costs are out of control; education and educational opportunities are suffering; the financial markets are collapsing, and so is our infrastructure. But I’m delighted to hear that things are looking up for you and your personal economy. I’m glad to hear you are earnestly considering which of these candidates is best for you. But I’m saddened to hear that you think it might be John McCain.

I want you and every other undecided voter out there to think about what JFK said:

And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country.

This IS a great country. It truly is the land of opportunity. Despite its serious problems, some of them listed above, our nation is a great one and we are lucky to live in it. I am very proud of this nation. I would not seek to live elsewhere. I feel lucky to have been born here, to have the opportunity to live here, to make my living here. America has been very, very good to me.

I find it increasingly difficult to take seriously people who wrap themselves in our flag, call themselves patriotic, chant “USA,USA,” and then moan about paying too much in taxes and the need to get government off our backs. You can’t have it both ways.

America is our host. America embraces us. America gives us strong soil to nurture our crops. America gives us a home and a place to raise our family. And now some people who call themselves patriots want to go cheap on her—just when she needs us most.

Hey America, they’re saying, thanks for the opportunity, thanks for giving me everything I needed, and by the way, sorry to hear about YOUR problems. Good luck with them!

America is in trouble. America is in debt. We ARE America. We are in trouble. We are in debt. Instead of bitching about how much it is costing us as individuals, how about if we all pitch in and come to the aid of the great nation which has done so much for so many.

How about if we all do our part?

Hey Joe. I paid my taxes yesterday. The good news is that I can’t believe a poor boy like me, who started with so little, has done so well. Thank you, America. The bad news is that I know I will have to pay more next year. I can’t wait. Thank you, America

Monday, October 13, 2008

Scarier than McCain/Palin


Think globally, vote locally. Here is my truth for the day - I still worry about Obama getting the shaft and the world waking up the day after the election and finding out that we have been fooled again. That is a scary thought. It is scary because it feels so out of my hands. I am 100% confident that Washington state will 'go for Obama'. I have no doubt. It is the rest of this crazy nation that scares me in the national election. I feel somewhat powerless in the national vote for the Presidency.

BUT closer to home I get really scared. DINO ROSSI scares me. He is such a low life snake, and I think he has the ability to fool us again and get himself elected.

I will admit to being somewhat intrigued by him last time around. His "Time for a Change" message caught my ears. Made me listen. But since uttering "time for a change" he has said NOTHING ELSE. I listened all through the last election campaign and he said NOTHING BUT - Time for a Change. Now he has had FOUR years to say what he would change, and all he can say is Time for a Change.

I think the reason he will not expand is that he does not want you to know what he would change.

He is a real estate guy (sorry Charlie, I love you but you are not ready to be Governor). All he does is smile and do that kind of smirk thing when he talks about 'the way things are'.

Watching the debate the other day I saw such a contrast in competency that was amazing. I admit to having some weird feelings about our current governor. She does come across as someone who looks like she is no fun, and wow - dress her in green and boy do I see the Grinch, but I do have to say I am impressed with her drive and vigor. I don't think she could be my friend, but I do think she is one hell of a Governor.

Here are some words taken from an article that for me sum up Rossi to a T. And the last words - FROM HIS OWN MOUTH SCARE ME THE MOST.

"Though Rossi was first elected to the state Senate in the mid-1990s when Christian conservatives dominated the state Republican Party, he's avoided being branded part of that movement.

That's partly because he's extremely disciplined about sticking to his moderate-sounding message.

Early in his political career, Rossi spoke openly about his opposition to abortion and gay rights. Now, he never brings up such issues and, when pressed, says he has no plans to make policy in those areas.

Instead, he talks mostly about state-government spending and such issues as transportation, education and the business climate.

Former state Sen. Shirley Winsley, a moderate Republican from Pierce County, said Rossi is more conservative than he comes across. But she said he is also a political pragmatist whose strongest suit is his ability to turn on the charm.

"He has such a good personality," Winsley said. "He's always smiling."

But Democrats say Rossi is a political chameleon who is using that smile to deceive voters. They say Rossi admitted as much last year while speaking to a Republican club in Pierce County.
"I've found you can do pretty much anything you want if you do it with a smile on your face," Rossi said. "It's amazing what you can get away with if you do it with a smile on your face."
DON"T LET HIM GET AWAY WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Kingfish, Where are You?

There's a hundred-thousand Frenchmen in New Orleans
In New Orleans there are Frenchmen everywhere
But your house could fall down
Your baby could drown
Wouldn't none of those Frenchmen care

Everybody gather 'round
Loosen up your suspenders
Hunker down on the ground
I'm a cracker
And you are too
But don't I take good care of you

Who built the highway to Baton Rouge?
Who put up the hospital and built you schools?
Who looks after shit-kickers like you?
The Kingfish do

Who gave a party at the Roosevelt Hotel?
And invited the whole north half of the state down there for free
The people in the city
Had their eyes bugging out
Cause everyone of you
Looked just like me

Kingfish, Kingfish
Everybody sing
Kingfish, Kingfish
Every man a king

Who took on the Standard Oil men
And whipped their ass
Just like he promised he'd do?
Ain't no Standard Oil men gonna run this state
Gonna be run by little folks like me and you

Kingfish, Kingfish
Friend of the working man
Kingfish, Kingfish
The Kingfish gonna save this land

Where IS a politician sticking up for the little guy. Why isn't anyone helping us? I am so sick of trickle down bullshit that I could scream.

It was bad enough standing by and listening to the big shots INFORMING us that as long as they made great gobs of money the money would EVENTUALLY trickle down to us. Then they built a separate funnel that siphoned off some of that and sent the money to China and India. Now THEIR (and let me emphasize THEIR) system has broken down and THEIR solution is to prime the trickle down pump. FOR THE GOOD OF THE LITTLE PEOPLE. I guess if they cannot "reload" the money machine, they will not have the money to LEND us so we can make their dreams come true.

I swear I am waiting for the day that Cindy McNasty will actually come out and say that the starving little people can "just eat cake"

The revolution is coming, and I do believe that this time it just might be filmed.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The Man in the Suit Has Just Bought a New Car; From the Profit He's Made On Your Dreams


Not my writing, something I copied from COUNTERPUNCH


"Just Say No!" to the Robin Hood-in-Reverse Bailout
By JEFF GIBBS

"I'm disappointed and disgusted with my own Republican Party as I watch them attempt to strong-arm a bailout of some of America's biggest corporations by asking taxpayers to suck up the staggering results of the hubris, greed, and arrogance of those who sought to make a quick buck by throwing the dice."
-- Mike Huckabee

Why are conservative Republican’s speaking the truth about this Wall Street fiasco but our Democratic leadership acts like sheep herding the flock to the wolves? I was outraged when during the recent debate Senator Obama pegged the war in Iraq at costing us $800 billion and complained how THAT had dangerously sapped our national strength, but then went on to mutter his way through support for a $1 TRILLION raid on our national treasure by Wall Street greed mongers. Obama, Pelosi and Reed are about to hand out to Wall Street and Bush and Company the same unfathomable amount of money we just squandered in Iraq? Holy crap, Batman! I thought. We’d better do something.

If this crisis is so profound why have the Dems not floated a single serious alternate proposal? Where are their thinking caps? Are they so in bed with the rich they can’t see the evil in this deal? Don’t they have the stomach to stand up to Wall Street’s threats? Or are they merely being arrogant? (“Can’t give the people options, they will get confused.”) And where are the Trumps, the Gates, and the Walton’s with their billions and billions? Where is all the cash the Wall Street execs and their minions have pilfered? Why isn’t that being offered up to solve this problem?

Here’s a news flash: if Wall Street is REALLY in such dire straits the rich have the money to bail themselves out. I have met the rich and they can give up a house or five or ten, a private jet or two, a yacht here or there, easier than you can afford this. McCain alone could put up the first $100 million and still have $50 million left over. Why aren’t the rich volunteering to “help” Wall Street avert the alleged calamity we are facing? Because they didn’t get rich by paying their fair share or helping others, they got rich by making OTHER people pay.

So just what is going on and what should we do about? Hell, even me sitting here in Traverse City, Michigan can come up with a few options beginning with JUST SAY NO! to this bail-out boondoggle legislation. Here are some suggestions :

1) Go after the evil doers
If their our economy is truly in peril because of self-serving, manipulative and possibly illegal decisions by greed folks who have abused our faith in them don’t reward them, go after them! Seek out the individuals AND corporations who have profited from these “toxic” instruments and seize their wealth if necessary. Call the police, the FBI, Homeland Security. If we can seize a janitor or a teacher’s home for the “public good” to build a shopping mall, we can take back ill-gotten gains from greedy bastards to save the economy.

2) Make the rich take responsibility
If we MUST have a bailout, why not have the richest Americans—the people who have gained the most from this system—do it? The wealthiest 400 Americans—FOUR HUNDRED PEOPLE! --are worth $1.5 trillion. They could put up the first $250 billion and see how it goes. They could put up the whole $1 trillion and still have a billion dollars each to play with. Or we could have the wealthiest 10% of Americans put up 5% or so of their collective $40 trillion in wealth to save Wall Street. The rich can spare 5%, hell they could spare 90% and still have far more than you and me.

3) Do what the Swedes do
Sweden did not just bail out its financial institutions by having the government take over the bad debts. It extracted pounds of flesh from bank shareholders before writing checks. Banks had to write down losses and issue warrants to the government.
That strategy held banks responsible and turned the government into an owner. When distressed assets were sold, the profits flowed to taxpayers, and the government was able to recoup more money later by selling its shares in the companies as well.From: The New York Times.
If the people’s money is used to bail our Wall Street’s greedy excesses, why is no one proposing that the people get a stake in these companies? Why are we not making them swallow their own toxic “products” before loaning them a dime? Why are we not making sure that executives, employees and shareholders don’t profit further from their monumental failure? According to Michael Moore the promised limits are not even present in the current legislation.

5) Open the First National People’s Bank
If our leaders are so worried about you and me being able to borrow money, use the trillion dollars of OUR money to fund our OWN bank, the First National People’s Bank. OUR bank could fund home and auto loans, farmers, and small businesses.

6) Jump start the “trickle up” economy
Use the trillion dollars to put people out of work back to work. That’s what got us out of the great depression. Take care of the people first. Take care of the working people and the money trickles up to the wealthy. That’s the genius of Henry Ford.

7) Use the trillion to fund universal health care
It’s not TAXES that make American businesses non-competitive and on the edge of collapse, it’s that American’s don’t have health care. Ask G.M. and Ford. Instead of welfare for the rich and bombing nations that don’t threaten us to oblivion, why don’t we try providing basic services to our own people?

8) Send Oprah
You know if only those stock brokers and traders and executives were better at visualizing abundance they wouldn’t be in this mess. Why don’t we all send them our old “The Secret” DVD’s since by now we’re all rich and don’t need them anymore? Maybe when Wall Street is finished with them they can send the DVD’s on to Somalia where obviously they have been having trouble with the abundance thing—maybe they are just not in touch enough with how much they deserve it.

9) Believe in capitalism
If the visualizing abundance thing doesn’t work out, let the companies that have been irresponsible fail. Capitalists love survival of the fittest and competition and it’s time to let them have their way.

10) Bail out Lori
My friend Lori is a self-employed single parent. When she got sick last year she had no health care, no disability, no mortgage insurance. Her family has held raffles and fundraisers in bars to help pay for medicines. Lori is now on a breathing machine and can no longer walk. Lori is losing her and her seven-year old son’s house. Last time I checked Lori pilfered money from noone, created no toxic instruments, placed no wagers that the system would go down. Now all she asks is for the medical care she needs to avoid dying, to keep her home, and to feed and cloth her son.
Senator Obama, please bail out Lori out before you bail out the weathy.

And finally, if you need it, here is another reason to “just say no” to the extortion of Wall Street. There is a very real possibility we’re going to need that trillion dollars. Our globally tightening supply of fossil fuels and hence the rising cost of gasoline, food and heating our homes, rising unemployment, and a whole host of other problems could become life and death this winter for many Americans. Maybe we’d like to be able to help them? And oh yeah, and there’s climate change, which, last time I checked was still on schedule to threaten civilization sometime this century. We might want to look into that.

This reverse Robin Hood deal cannot be allowed to stand. It’s time to take to the streets. “JUST SAY NO! to what Michael Moore is calling the “swindle of the century.” I don’t know about you but today I am calling, emailing and cajoling politicians AND THE MEDIA into stopping this legislation. I am going to email my friends and see what sort of protest we can put together in front of our favorite financial companies offices, or maybe at our congressman’s office, or maybe in front of Obama’s campaign center.

Jeff Gibbs is a writer, filmmaker and composer living in Traverse City, Michigan. He was co-producer of “Fahrenheit 9/11” and is currently working on a film about the sorry state of the planet. He can be reached at: JeffGibbsTC@aol.com

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Happy Birthday, Squared


I am so proud of my little girls. They have grown up to such fine women, and have chose wonderful husbands. They are bright, charming and helpful people. Wonderful citizens making great contributions to the world. I am so proud.
So far I can always say that my favorite age for them has and will always be the age they are now. That saving gesture aside, my second favorite age was around four. They were crazy, funny little monkeys who appeared to be so content to hang around my side. I could con (oops I mean ask) them into doing most anything I wanted, and they would have fun doing it. They were my pals (still are, I hope) and would follow me anywhere. And I had the best time following them and was content to do most anything they conned (oops I mean asked) me to do as well.
As Mac and Joe (deep voiced workers) we would tackle the dishes together, they needed to stand on chairs. I could convince them that a quarter was indeed the going rate for foot rubs and I would lie there and let them put berets in my hair for as long as they wanted, or until the football game was over.
I cannot wait until Eli and other such wonderful gifts hit this age and I can con (oops I mean ask) my lovely daughters to let me hang around with more four year olds and teach them all sorts of wonderful things. And I hope the things that I teach them do not cause M & K that much embarrassment!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

American Ingenuity, Capitalism and the Failures of Man






When I was a small child living in Chicago I was a fussy eater. I probably still fit the fussy eater category, although I have expanded lots since those day. Some people just might say ‘expanded’ is the right word.

In those days, the mid 60’s, fast food was a simpler venue and much more un-sophisticated that it is today. American ingenuity and capitalism had yet to make their dent in this overlooked market and the world was safer for diet.

My brother loved hamburgers. I did not. On the rare occasions where we would eat at one of the fast food shacks (and they were all shacks back then) my poor mother would have to referee the fight as to where we would eat. My brother wanted to go to Burger King, home of the Whopper or McDonald's golden arches. At those places I would be limited to fries and a shake. Special orders had not made the scene at that time and I was deathly afraid of ketchup, mustard and the scourge of the world MAYONAIASE. I still detest mayonnaise.

My choice was always Dog & Suds. I liked Dog & Suds because for starters who couldn’t fall in love with their neon sign and logo featuring a cartoon dog swilling root beer. And their root beer was great. And I loved hot dogs (still do).

But then things changed. A combination of American ingenuity, capitalism and the core weakness of man conspired to take this friendly, down home quick food on the go down a dangerous path.

American ingenuity. The idea of making things more efficient, more streamlined – better (?) Mom and Pop stores were soon crowded out of this market. The big boys saw big potential in fast food. They could do it better, more efficiently. Deliver more, faster cheaper – better (?).

Capitalism. We have to make more money each year. Sales MUST go up. Both same stores and new stores. We have to penetrate EVERY market. We have to serve billions of people.

Weakness of man. Mankind knows what is good for man, mankind knows the correct path. But that path is for tomorrow. That path is how ‘others’ should act. I need this now. Mankind follows the path of least resistance. As Ry Cooder sang

Feelin’ good,
Feelin’ good,
All the money in the world spent on feelin’ good.

Mankind wants to feel good right now, and do the hard things later.

So now the cute little convenient Dog & Suds / Hamburger stands have been converted to human mining machines designed to get you in, get you fed and make you feel good. Low low prices based on horrible practices that are lost in the pretty colors, fantastic marketing and friendly faces at the counter.

Ugggh

Friday, August 15, 2008

Eli, Balls and The Man




I was just having an inane conversation with a nameless (for his protection) friend with whom I do often have offbeat discussions on life. Our conversations quite often touch on a reality only known between us, at least for me, perhaps he lives there even without me. It goes without saying the subject of scrotal sacs and testicles has come up before and we have expressed common views on the matter.

An interesting point was made by my friend. He said ‘they will never be bigger’.

They will never be bigger than the day he is born.

How true, how sad, what a refection on Man, on the Man and what it is like to be a man.

Our testicles are never bigger than the day we are born. From that moment on a world wide conspiracy attacks and tries to shrink, eliminate and grab these charming instruments and cause us trouble and pain.

And the problem is bigger than just us against the world. Sometimes their size and their will create their own problems. They can become their own worst enemy.
The key to life is protecting them from others and themselves. Keep them as large as possible, listen to them and rein them in when necessary. Without them life is bland and sad. Surrendering them to others is a losing battle and above all our job is to do our best to keep them out of the hands of the Man. Once He has them, it is all over.

Backyard Project

I started with weeding the driveway. Completing this task gave me inspiration to go to the next step, the side of the house
For the side of the house we decided to cordon off a little garden and spread gravel with stepping stones.

Mixed in with the stepping stones, we used an old decorative stone, to add some sunshine.


We keep this concept going to the backyard area between the house and the work shed.



Here is a picture from the back, looking towards the front.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Homeless for Two Weeks


While Peggy was away in France she offered our house up to some friends of ours who had out of town guests visiting. I guess she felt that it would not be an inconvenience for HER! She also suggested I get my ass busy on working on my mother's back yard project. So I moved back in with my Mommy and took along some friends with me.




The little ones had a great time exploring my Mommy's house and each other. Between being sicker than a dog and rushing off to the hospital for Eli's birth I did not get too much work done on the back yard project. I did manage to weed and spruce up the driveway and to tackle the space between the woodpile (BB and Munchkin's former home) and the fence. And I extended the effort all the way to the shed in back. Pictures on that tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

ELIJAH FRANCIS GRAVES


He is HERE!!!!!!!!!!!! The long awaited birth of the baby formerly known as Milton has come to pass. I am a grandfather. Eli was born 8/6/08 at 11:34. He weighed 8 pounds eight ounces and is 21 1/4 inches tall. What a guy!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Our Wildest Day, a Quiet Moment







On Thursday we saw the Mets and Phillie's play a noon game and then ran to the subway, took the 7 train to Time Square and ran the eight blocks to the Ed Sullivan Theatre just in time to pick up our tickets for the taping of the Dave Letterman Show.

Whew! It was not easy. We ran through streets, jumped in front of cabs and almost did our best impersonation of hood ornaments on more that one occasion. After the show, we took the subway to Greenich Village, had a beer and strolled the area before taking the subway to Little Italy where we dined outside on a wonderful evening and relaxed.

One can only guess how many slices and italian ices were mixed into this day.

Met Games







With all the talk of this being the last year for Yankee Stadium one does not hear that this is also the last year of Shea Stadium. The highlight of our trip to NY was taking in two games at Shea AND getting to see the Mets play the Phillie's AND seeing our friend Jamie Moyer pitch.

We had great seats (thanks to Jamie) and we saw two good games, with the exception that the Phillie's lost them both.

This is the last year for Shea and they were selling Budweiser Beer bottles with a tribute to Shea. Shea Stadium opened in 1964 and closes this year. I am one of the rare people (perhaps the only person) who attended a game in 1964 and a game in 2008. I just may be the only person that had that big of a gap in attendance.
And of course what fan can resist a foot long Nathan dog covered with rancid cheese and onion!







Monday, July 28, 2008

New York, New York

Wow, wow, wow.

Just back from an action packed weekend in the big apple. Went to NY with son Peter to attend cousin William's wedding. We arrived in NY at 6:00 AM Wednesday morning and never stopped running. We attended two Met/Phillie games, saw the taping of Thursday's Dave Letterman show, ate more pizza and Nathan dogs than Peggy is comfortable with and had just a hoot at William and Laura's wedding.

Pictures to follow. More to follow. This is just the news bulletin.

I will say this, Peter is one crazy man and boy am I tired!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Peggy's Birthday Present

Peggy’s biggest, bestest gift for her birthday is Munchkin is walking!

She is up to eight steps at a time. Still wobbly, she still looks like a drunk. But she is walking.

Her need to play with BB and Neko is great. Her need for food is great. She cannot be stopped. She walks, falls down and walks again.

She is like the ant with the rubber tree plant. Ain’t nobody going to tell her she can’t.

She is so amazing.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Munchkin Update












Well, it is official. Not Timmy! And the short run of calling her Tootsie Roll (color and movement style combined) did not last. We have hit upon and decided to hold firm with the name Munchkin. It suits her well.

Kelsey, my apologies if we have chosen the true name for Milton with this call.

And she is doing well, or at least better. She is gaining strength. She is getting mothering from Neko. And now she has help from Big Brother, BB for short. We have enlisted Munchkin’s brother from the wood pile to aid in her recovery. BB sleeps with Munchkin and helps keep her clean. BB still is not sure where Neko fits in and spends some time trying to protect Munchkin from this evil K-nine interloper, but I think Neko is starting to grow on BB.

BB also helps Munchkin move. Last night we went out and left the two cats on their own for just a short while. We were stunned to come home and find them gone. We looked everywhere to no avail. We then discovered that our kitchen cabinets hold the same hidden salvation as the ole’ woodpile and the two siblings had to be lured out by food.

Munchkin still is not walking. But she does seem to be able to sit better, lunge further and her head is getting much steadier as she eats. A bout of diarrhea gave us some worries over the weekend, but organic squash baby food seemed to do the trick of stabilizing her stool. Now if we could just do a better job of figuring out the timing of these eruptions, we might be able to start getting her to use the cat box.




Deep down I have a very good feeling that the ghost of Buddy is watching and doing all he can to aid the survival of this tough little Munchkin as she struggles to hold on to her grip is this world.




Friday, July 4, 2008

Two of My Favorite Things


Not a scientific poll, not even a post where I put much thought in, but hey it is a holiday and I gots no time for the internet. Just thought I would take the time to post a picture of me doing what I enjoy in the company of one of my biggest fans.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

More Poems

My Safeway, My Part of Town;
Southenders


Through the alley and down the street
Pass the condo
The air is warm
The 2nd floor people are watching yet another action flick, loud
It is Sunday night

It is late, and you know this is the closest store to Alki
Closest to the beach

You see them, they cannot let it go
Sun speckled, wind blown, the glow still in their eyes
They cannot let it go and are still chasing the night
Standing in groups, pooling their money, what is left,
Convinced that more beer is still the answer

The couples, walking the aisle
Looking for a bottle of wine to top off the night
They know deep down that they are making yet another bad choice

Monday, June 30, 2008

Trying So Hard

Should We Call Her 'Tim-my!' ????


Heart Goes Out

My Mom calls her Flip Flop
She too was born in a wood pile
Smaller than the others
And different someway

Just what can you do?

Stubborn little rascal
I find her all over the yard
Even though she cannot walk
She can only wiggle and fall

Just what should you do?

Her head bobs like a bird
I’ve seen the motion before
But cannot pin it down
She cannot walk
But she gets to places
Not where she wants to go
But she gets where she ends up

Just what does she think?

Thin as a rail
I guess she rarely ‘gets’ to eat
It’s natures way of caring
It’s natures way of telling you you’re not right
But she keeps making it through each night

Just what is to be done?

We took her home
Peggy made me do it
I said how can she use a cat box?
Peggy said there are bigger things
We feed her with spoons
We feed her with eye drops
She eats like a goon

How long can we last?

Never seen such contentment
She has ‘gotten’ to the place
Where she has kicked and scratched and
Tried to go, and she likes this place the best

Neko gives her kisses, cannot wait to play
Is hoping she gets bigger
Cannot wait for that wonderful day
Lets her lean on her and nudges with her nose

We will let Neko show the way

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Visions in Portland


I am going to be bold and go WAAAAAAY out on a limb. While in Portland last weekend I had an ESP moment and I think the chosen name, first, middle and last came to me in a vision.


Ala the Great Carnac, I intend to place this name in an envelope and give it to Melissa (fan of Milton) to hold until the blessed date. If I am correct…….I expect everyone to bow to me and never talk about Kelsey’s Joe Carter dream again. I will simply ask that everyone bows to my authoritie as the newest and latest seer of the future.

If I am wrong….. I will ask Melissa to burn the envelope… will never utter another prediction and will just learn to live with my grandson being named Walter Harry Mantle Ichiro Stymie Alfalpha Graves.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Portland Paparazzi



















































To give Neko a break from the local media, Peggy and I traveled to Portland this weekend. Alas, as shown above we could not escape the paparazzi no matter how far we traveled from Seattle.

We had a great time. We met up with a friend, had a nice dinner and toured a very dog friendly town. Everywhere we went there were water dishes for dogs and people who wanted to know more about Neko. There was ONLY ONE place where Neko was not welcome. Plus we shot up north to Vancouver and visited with our old friends Tim & Sandy.

Even the hotel we chose, the DeLuxe was dog friendly and included a basket of goodies for dogs.

Neko even got a job at the hotel as the wake-up clerk!


And, as you can see from the first picture, Neko is NOT a morning person, or even morning dog!