Monday, October 01, 2007

I'll stand my ground
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won't back down

I could crank this stuff out until the cows come home.

Hey, baby, there ain't no easy way out.

Hey, I...

I'll stand my ground.

Once I built an ivory tower
So I could worship from above
When I climbed down to be set free
She took me in again

The senate approved another $ 150 billion for the war.

$ 150 billion dollars.

Try and say that out loud and not sound like Dr. Evil.


I revisited the ukelele this weekend.

I can do You Can't Always Get What You Want fairly well.

I also played a little bass, and a lot of guitar.


I am reading JPod by Douglas Coupland.

And a science fiction anthology.

And some Bukowski (Post Office).

Also, I have been listening to the soundtrack from Into The Wild, by Eddie Vedder. It's pretty good. I want to see the movie now, but I will probably wait until netflix has it because I don't want to leave my house unless it is absolutely necessary.

Like if I need some Ben & Jerry's. (Steven Colbert's Americone Dream almost sent me ino a coma. It's that good.)


Some lady tapped me on the shoulder the other day in Rockford Coffee, on Main Street in Bozeman. Well, she didn't tap me on the shoulder, but she looked at me funny, and asked if I was the Dude, with the website.

It was kind of freaky, but it was cool.

She was tall, with blonde hair, sunglasses and an english accent.

I wish I was making this up, but I swear I am not.

I think I turned beet red.

But thank you, strange lady.

Glad you like it.



I love you so dearly
I love you so clearly
I wake you up in the morning to tell you
I got the wandering blues

I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways.


The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.

Talking without speaking.

A graceful exit.

I want to whisper in your ear

I learned a couple of new songs.

They sound good.

These pictures are from Maui, and a little Molokai.

It is a pretty shitty place, Molokai. They used to put lepers there.

I think I could gut it out there, if I had to.

Yeah, I think I could.

All that's sacred, comes from youth.

Dedication, naive and true.

With no power.

And nothing to do.

I still remember.

Why don't you?

This is not for you.

Who is it for anyway?

I don't know most of you.

And those that I do, well, you know just what to do with it.

Singin' songs for pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars at the door

I'm looking for some thought control.

I would like to turn my mind over to the government.

I need someone to think for me.

I need someone to tell me what to do.

I need someone to tell me what to say.

I need someone to tell me how to act.

I need someone to tell me.

I need someone.

I need.

I need.