I am sick as a dog. Well, that phrase must come from some dark truth that when a dog is sick, he literally loses his shit and makes a real mess. If your dog has a head cold, maybe a runny nose and a light fever, he’ll still wag his tail at the same old dog food he’s been eating for 12 years. I’m more the latter sick dog. My head feels like an industrial barrel of ammonia, my arms sling twenty extra pounds of rice sacks, and my left foot keeps cramping up as I’m limping to make tea — but I still have some “Good Morning Vietnam!” when I bust out that frozen soup in the freezer (from a month ago).
Author: hugh
Merry Serbian Christmas!
I could say something but it’s all flying over my head.
The Bottom of the Stairs
Tell the light at the end of the tunnel there’s a new kid in town.
More Snow
This means global warming isn’t happening and since it’s night time, the sun will not come up tomorrow. I ain’t convinced by no science.
The Skimmer Industries
This stuff is important. We’re still giving money away to people who don’t really make anything except money: finance and health insurance. I’m not seeing much support for small businesses and Main Street.
A Year of More BS
Tom Engelhardt and Nick Turse put together a sobering top ten of things to watch for in 2010. One jerk makes going to the airport that much worse for millions of people and forces the U.S. to open another propaganda-plus (more foreign aid and saber-rattling) front in Yemen. I am bewildered at the machinations of empire that fail to learn from history. We’re spending more on war, defense, guns, and killing people (whatever you want to call the military) than the next 25 countries combined. Are we a nation of peace or are we becoming the evil we deplore?
… only diamonds are forever. Sooner or later, like great imperial powers of the past, we, too, will find that the stress of fighting a continuous string of wars in distant lands in inhospitable climes tells on us. Whether we “win” or not in Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, and now Yemen, we lose.
Sideways
Rolling out old photos. It’s too cold. It hasn’t gone over 25° F for a few days and the stiff breeze hasn’t let up for most of that time and everyone can agree that wind chill is a bitch. Why is just wind chill and not chill index like its summery step-sister, the heat index? A simple case of euphony.
A few more of my friends checked in and I really do have reasons to be thankful. Two had a parent die Christmas week and another went into the hospital for a second back surgery after a whole year of being in and out the hospital. Prayers are with them and knock on head.
I signed up for oDesk early last year and was discouraged at the low rates being offered for a lot of the work. I’m giving it another try as I realized it’s the sort of thing where you have to start low and once your reputation is established, you can charge more. Also it’s the global market place. I’ll be posting these buttons in better spots after I’ve taken a few more tests. Hire me!
A Warm Breeze Blew
and my cat freaked out. Happy New Year! I feel blessed even though I had a bad year. I know many people who had a good year and I know that all things are possible.
Ghosts Around the City
Photo Bock
Blogging while packing up from DJing and finding primitive photos in the laptop!
Hey platoons of fans! I will be DJing New Year’s Eve at SiP Lounge. 989 Amsterdam at 110, NYC. It will be funner than my blog. Miles apart.
Chapelism
Oh, the irony: spent Christmas with a bunch of Jews.
Christmas Eve Part Deux
Thank you for putting up with my evolving art project which might be termed photographical lonerism. A blog is great because you can click on last year and see I was the pretty much the same despite my resolutions for 2009. Here’s wishing for peace on earth, health, wealth, family harmony, and in the case of the unemployed, gainful employment.