Good Kevin, Bad Juan

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The state of Arizona, Governor Brewer, Sheriff Joe Arpaio, and the rest of the Republican/Tea Party klan can kiss the Irish half of me bloody arse!

"Bad Juan" is always welcome at my front door! And he don't need no stinkin' "papers" to enter neither!

And speaking of "me bloody arse" . . . bottoms up! [glug, glug, glug]

And speaking of "bottoms up" . . . it's time for me and Margarita to hit the sack!

Hasta la freakin' vista, baby!

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"The Best Time To See The Leonid Meteor Shower Is Tonight" (CNN, November 17, 2010

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"I seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you . . .
Seen a shooting star tonight, slip away
I guess it's too late to say the things to you
That you needed to hear me say . . .
Seen a shooting star tonight, slip away"
(B. Dylan)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoU70UmwnQs







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In Memory Of My Sister Peggy

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"where'd you go? where'd you go?
i closed my eyes and you was gone"
(andy smith "hide and seek")




[additional photos of Peggy can be seen at the November 24, 2008 blog entry titled "peggy" and the November 16, 2009 entry titled "In Memory"]
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Time & Tom Waits Help Me Kill November

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In many ways the month of November has become my own personal firing squad. But with Tom Waits and time on my side, I will prevail yet again. Come the 30th, with my prey in sight, I will turn the tables and the calendar pages - and just like the year before - I will put November in the crosshairs, and out of my misery once more.

PLEASE NOTE: if you cannot deal with Waits' voice, the video is very evocative and will gently hold your hand throughout the song. And if the visuals are not enough to get you past Waits' raspy growl, the lyrics stand up quite well on their own. They are included in the video. I have also transcribed them below for your convenience and reading pleasure.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekb6ALfBiT8


November
(T. Waits)

No shadows
No stars
No moon
No cars
November

It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That's the color of bone

No prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We'll slaughter them all

November has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me

November's cold chain
Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes

November
Seems odd
You're my firing squad
November

With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare

Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag

Go away you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November



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Brothers

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My friend Susan's two sons, Aiden and Riley, picking out a pumpkin for Halloween. It looks like little Aiden may already be pointing at his first choice.

I strongly suspect that this photo will be making "Mom" teary-eyed for many years to come.





[click on photo to enlarge]
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Live And Learn

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I treated myself to breakfast today at a somewhat upscale place called First Watch. I eat there occasionally during the week. On weekends it is usually too crowded, which is why I call it "First Watch, Then Eat" on Saturdays and Sundays. In addition to having incredible delectable omelettes, the restaurant is also within walking distance of my humble abode.

This morning, soon after I arrived, a young guy came in and was seated a couple of tables away from me. This kid looked like a walking and talking version of the standard Deepest East Dayton thug/gangsta/punk - replete with the obligatory sideways baseball cap pulled down low, the "diamond" earrings, the much too large jacket and pants, etc.

Except that this guy came with a couple of extra items: specifically, a very large hot pink "Winnie The Pooh" oversized bag slung across one shoulder and in his other arm: a little baby girl in a carrier.

While I ate breakfast and read my book, I also watched this kid be a perfect parent and father.

He ate with one hand while feeding his baby a bottle with the other. He also stopped eating to hold her when she started to get fussy. He even managed to coax a very successful (and very loud i might add!) burp out of the little gal. After the ceremonial back-patting burp, I saw him do a "diaper check." A few minutes later he took the little one out of her carrier and into the restroom for what I assumed to be a change in under garments.

When I left the young guy was finishing his meal while his little baby girl started to doze off sucking on this hilarious Halloween-inspired vampire-toothed "binky."

Obviously, what I witnessed was not an earth-shattering event, but it sure as hell shot a few holes in one of my not so very well concealed stereotypes.

I do believe that I just lived and learned.

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Goddamn Lazy Kenyan

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. . . . . (pictured, l to r: goddamn lazy Kenyan with goddamn lazy Grandmother)


The election results don't surprise me in the least.

I mean - Christ almighty!

This Obama fella and his party had 1 year and 9 1/2 months (1/20/09 - 9/2/10) to correct Bush's mistakes, pass & implement new policy, and address social issues.

OK, sure - the Republicans informally and unofficially re-wrote Senate rules by suddenly requiring a 60 vote majority or face a filibuster, but still - what the f*ck?!

Goddamn lazy Kenyan.

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Locked In Tight

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"people are crazy, times are strange
.i'm locked in tight, i'm out of range"
.(b. dylan)

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The Obamacare Death Panels

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Am I the only one who is surprised that there is nothing in the Republican Party's "Pledge To America" about getting rid of the Obamacare death panels? I thought for sure that would be at the top, or very near the top, of their agenda.

I live in a "55 and over" apartment complex and seeing these men in black suits dragging folks kicking and screaming from their apartments to these long black cars with darkened windows is getting pretty freakin' depressing.

I mean - Christ!

Can't a guy watch a little TV without all of that crap going on in the background?!

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8-Month-Old Jonathan Hears For The First Time

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It doesn't get much sweeter than this.

I think that my favorite part is when his jaw drops and "Mr. Binky" falls out of his mouth:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTzTt1VnHRM


I cannot even begin to imagine how incredibly satisfied a doctor must feel after providing this treatment.

Hey - maybe I'll send Jonathan a copy of the new Andrew & The Pretty Punchers album to help him celebrate! Eight months without music?! That little guy has some serious dancing and wiggling to get out of his system.

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