happy holidays. or ELSE!!

Sure, it's the wrong holiday, but kids don't get their picture taken with some skeez in a turkey suit. Enjoy the turkeys!

totally cribbed

“Everybody’s for love. Everybody’s against war. You’ve got to say something that goes deep enough into man’s nature to make him feel the brotherhood of man. Don’t just say the word “brotherhood.” That’s easy to do. You’ve got to establish between people a oneness, a brotherhood. Establish it. Don’t use the word a lot. This idea of the uninformed young person of today who is saying, “Ban the bomb and let’s have peace and clasp hands. Are you for peace? Yes, I am. Let’s talk about flowers.” They talk about doves and nobody knows a damn thing that’s going on. You ask somebody who’s the ambassador to Russia, they don’t know. You ask them what’s going on in Congress, they don’t know. All they know is peace. Scream the word out. You can’t jell the word and cut it up into fudge or something. You can’t make a concrete block out of it and climb up on it and be out of range of the bomb with it. They’re more interested in banning the bomb. I think they’re more interested in marching all together and singing folksongs and drinking hot chocolate. I think that’s what they’re really interested in.”

~Shel Silverstein, interviewed in 1963.

hey why not!

My mountain plans have been rained out. Aw, shucks. That's fine though, I can use all this free time for piano related activities. Weeee!

ps, Happy birthday to Joni Mitchell.

radiation!

What a bleedin' week - started off with Cecil (unbelievably, arrestingly amazing, of course - a large blogessay hes been working through the back of my mind), then monday I got promoted, huge sigh of relief, and last night was the quite successful if I do say so myself debut show of Plague Doctors, at Riley's Halloween party. I dressed as a homeless man instead of Sartre, mainly because the costumes are (eerily) similar and I couldn't be bothered to find a pipe. All in all, one of the best weeks ever. And next week's my b-day, on which I hope to repeat last year's pilgrimage to densely wooded Mt Rainier Nat'l Park, and have some kind of several parties perhaps, I don't know, but I like to celebrate so count on lots of those situations. This morning B & I are jamming with ol' Dads, which will be righteous.