Ghoulish is one who delights in the revolting, morbid, or loathsome.
Today is a day of terror and disdain in New York. Another violent attack on innocent people. The last month or so has been very revolting, morbid and loathsome. An attack on the soul of humanity…very sad.
I am not one who delights in the revolting, morbid or loathsome. Halloween is about running around and getting free candy. It is a time of parties with friends and family. The graceful time of honoring our ancestors.
Spirits ascend but come to visit us in the wind and in our hearts and our memories.
My cave is safe and warm with love.
A love song for all of us… what a ghoulish time.
“It was bound to happen, with so much media coverage of ‘punk’ fashion’ Time, Newsweek, New West etc.… well the punk fashion show was held at the Palladium you all know the story…”
Flipside Issue 4 Nov. 1977, Press run 300, 25 Cents.
Terry was scary and hardcore, before the term “hardcore Punk” became a cliché.
Devo, Blondie, and my favorite The Avengers played this gig. 1976 to 1979. Those years flashed by, It was during this time, during my metamorphosis into becoming a punk; I remember a couple of times I met Terry. First time was at the Punk Fashion Show….
Looking forward to speaking this Sunday…
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My great-grandfather left me a little gift. While looking for birth certificates and my marriage license, I came upon a little book. Cappen Jan Jake; A Cornish Tale. My mom did not share much information about her family. In her last years she did seem to show interest in finding out more about her family. Today a little book that my great-grandfather wrote and published found me again. An extraordinary experience for me.
I went on Ancestory.com and added William Howard Watson to my family tree. The little green leaves are multiplying glory glory. I am happy to know that my great-grandfather was a writer, curious and printed these little story books. I think we would have got along very well.
My next publishing venture is to republish his little book. I have all I need to do this. It is a perfect little book and it is how I would have done it too. Just perfect. I am delighted as can be.
Great-grandfather was born Aug. 9 1849 , St. Osyth Middlesex England.
Today I will snack on black beans. Cooked up with fresh Anaheim green peppers and onions. Also some fresh cabbage with olive oil , honey and hot sauce. Alongside this are small sweet potatoes baked with honey, salt & pepper and Mrs. Dash’s lemon hot spice.
Reflecting this summer in my cave I am researching and thinking about everything. I have my products for sale and I have many articles, music and many offers for free. It is a good time in my life.
One of the lovely muses to inspire us all… we may snack on for inspiration, image by Hudley
I also snack on learning things. I focus on politicians, artists and astrology. I snack on Facebook and WordPress. I go outside and I snack on the beauty of nature. A share, or portion, of my life I can see what my boys are up to or what the cats are doing. I snack on humor!!
I snack on foresight and inspirations of what my fruitful future might be. I also snack on good films and the news. I snack on my career and homemaking skills.
I will avoid unhealthy snacks today of all kinds. Yet, sometimes they are too damn fun to ignore.
Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?
Today I was reading my weekly astrological update! It seems the world powers are continuing their power games! As an individual I feel karma pressure personally!
Today I saw a monarch butterfly riding through the air in my backyard. Took my mind back to Pacific Grove California. The festival of the Monarchs is celebrated there every year! I love the ocean and coastal region there. Where the ocean, hills and streams meet.
I am going to keep lite on my feet the next few months. Like the monarch butterfly! Grateful for the good things in life and contradicting, at least trying to, the power drama and political drama! The heat burns like a purifying sweat lodge!
I focus on love and cling to the cool breeze of the monarch butterfly !
Thousands of Monarchs in Pacific Grove, CA
POTENTIAL QUESTIONS THE BUTTERFLY ASKS What is your attitude towards change? How does that influence your life? Can you accept who and where you are? If not, do you believe you can change it? If so, how will you react to the inevitable changes to come? Do you believe in your greater good? Can you allow good to flow naturally into your life? Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?
13 Man Working Group
The Affordable Care Act
In closed doors 13 senators decide. No disclosures no transparency. No women or african americans…. very white men only and republicans only. Very very conservative white men only. Exclusive group that speak for we the people. The 13 Senators are. Mitch McConnell, Ted Cruz, Mike Lee, John Cornyn, John Thune, John Barrasso, Chairman Mr. Hutch. Lamar Alexander, Michael B. Enzi, Tom Cotton, Cory Gardner, Rob Portman and Patrick J. Toomey.
Flopside Comics suck and so do these Senators….
but then we have Buffalo Springfield…. not all white men are as sick and despicable as these fucking stupid senator conservative fucks…
Improvising is having the ability to control one’s mind and think clearly. To speak from memory and experience within the presence of now and not get tongue-tied. I watch how some people are so good at this type of control. It amazes me. They can move their bodies, speak and improvise with a type of grace. A controlling of the mind and the body with entertaining perfection.
It is not about repetition or practice, yet that is part of it. Taking tests and writing essays in a class is the same type of improvising control. Some are good at it and others are not. Takes a lot of practise yet some people can bull their way through with flying colors. That is what I would like to be able to do.
I guess this is why I love Jazz. It is improvising control that is so perfect. A yearning for me…
“I stood for a moment on the scent, smelling this shrill and blood-raw music, sniffing the atmosphere of the hall angrily, and hankering after it a little too. One half of this music, the melody, was all pomade and sugar and sentimentality. The other half was savage, temperamental and vigorous. Yet the two went artlessly well together and made a whole.” Pg. 37 Steppenwolf