newsflash: patrick's got a poem in the current number of the online magazine shampoo... reminds me to unpack my own everyday umbrella... for everyday protection... way to go, patrick...

unusual phenomena: messages from strangers lately concerning that entry from last march about bob dylan's underwear commercial. most have probably been stirred up by the recent re-broadcast of a brief snippet (oo... oo... a pun) from the original ad... this past tuesday during queer eye on bravo (yeah... we been watching... who would pass up a chance to gawk at the chaos in other folks' caves?)

anyway... the first message appeared a few days BEFORE that showing... from one who identified herself as a fifteen year old black kid who really likes dylan's stuff... i really liked that one... out of the blue... don't have a clue how she stumbled onto that obscure entry...

then... from tuesday night to yesterday there've been three or four others. one wrote

Dylan did the underwear commercial. He got the medal of honor...he's establishment. Maybe he likes it, thinks it's funny. Maybe he can't think straight anymore. Maybe he likes the girls. Who knows, who cares?

yeah... that's really how i'm feeling about it... no big deal... and i'm a-wishin and a-hopin that masked and anonymous will show up in my neighborhood... though i know it's not likely... the soundtrack is intriguing... like a rolling stone as italian hip-hop... come una pietra scalciata... works pretty well...

listening to neil young... greendale... like it... kind of loose.. no real rave-ups... a steady casual chunk-a-chunk beat... a busy little narrative... about the greens of greendale... often in that plaintive voice we loved and hated on tonight's the night... but the other voices are in here too... tight little lyrics like

meanwhile across the ocean
living in the internet
is the cause of an explosion
no one has heard yet

but there's no need to worry
there's no reason to fuss
just go on about your work now
leave the driving to us

and we'll be watching you
no matter what you do
and you can do your part
by watching others too

you get the picture... it's about us... neil's take on the day... easy to spot the bad guys... they kick cats... and worse... right now i'm trying to load the greendale section of neil's garage... but my clunky old phone hookup is gonna take forever... if you've got something faster, check it out.

more news: i proofed the two pages for my indexing article... i guess they're really going to publish... in the october number of The Indexer... looks pretty good... but i sound like a poop... o well...

at this moment we've got our first home football game going on... i'm wishing them well from up here in my roost...

the great giveaway: sunset boulevard is on the wing... but stay tuned, carpet newts, another freebie's on the way...

To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit it and read it are old women over their tea.

Henry David Thoreau

 

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