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? Making salsa sangria & pesto; being no help

 

74.  ?UPS man?s radio is tuned to NPR

? civil security that tickets bicyclists

? that tickets a car parked a little less than straight in a space at a museum

? all enterprises are named in a person?s given name (not last name)

? ?We Energies? company as in "wheee!"

? The only store in the world that sells LARGE clear plastic bags which are perfect artwork enclosures.

? the Mormon missionaries ride mt. bikes

? Man trundling a pushcart of ice creams(or ices) for sale

? Seven million bicyclists and forty-eight mopeds (scooters, recumbents, a 4-seater recumbent

? a man turns around and drives back about 5 minutes later to tell some people in another car that he has made a mistake & given them wrong directions

? the painted labels on the beer bottles dissolve in water

?the mayor has a pageboy haircut and acts like Garrison Keillor

?there's a kind of soda called "Jolly Good"

?AND there's a mysterious thing called "frozen custard"

? the recyling dumpsters are round, black and the size of volkswagons

?the potpie and pastys aisle is miles long

?there's signs on utility boxes reading "Public: Please call if light is on."

?One doesn't have to ask for pepper & ketchup at the fast food joints!

?and they play a game called "disc golf"...with frisbees.

?a couple in a parking lot painstakingly examine and extricate a small yellow moth from their windshield

? the dark side, the criminal nature emerges with a tale of someone-gasp!- putting out their cigarette on someone?s car hood? and leaving the butt so they?d know. Tcht, shocking.

? seven million bunnies and squirrels just hopping around without a care in the world (cat leash law)

? 24-hour local NPR talk radio featuring topics such as 10 Natural Wonders of Wisconsin, and, Everybody Loves the Traditional Wisconsin Fish Fry

? Even gas station clerks are eager to discuss downtown art galleries.

? benches to rest on sprinkled throughout the supermarket

?on one block: a man cuddling a frightened cat, a paper boy stopping to talk with a white haired old woman, someone using a hand push-mower

? night bridges full of busses

? signs on small substations reading: ?Public: Please call if light is on.?

? murals everywhere you turn

? the telemarketers are polite, mild, even pleasant

? little icons of cute little red foxes and cute little red apples everywhere

? the bike/walk trails are kept open and lit all nite

? at the grocery store one woman pauses to give a 3 minute explanation on securing the ripest melon in a bin, and another spends about 10 minutes giving a detailed description of making pizza-burger pizzas w/ cheap meat, showing me where in the meat counter to get the best deal on brats and just chatting

? many 4-way intersections have ?Yield? signs and many others have no signs at all

? every neighborhood is overflowing with lawn-less yards, replaced with vegetables and mounds of flowers, tame or wild & weedy. Even the most dilapidated homes have hot pepper plants or purple basil being nurtured by the front steps, for kris sakes!




? While most people feared nuclear blasts early in the Cold War, a small group of scientists working & living in La Jolla, Calif., had a different attitude. In the 1950?s & 60?s the saw nuclear explosions as the promising means to sending a spaceship to another planet. Led by physicist Theodore B Taylor & including the author?s father, project Orion was the attempt by these scientists to create a spaceship fueled by explosions that could release a million times the energy of a conventional rocket. These men spent 7 yrs. Trying to get the project off the ground, struggling both in the lab & through the maze of political bureaucracy. Shooting way beyond the moon, their goal was to send a 4,000-ton spaceship to Mars by 1965 & Saturn by 1970, but the political obstacles became too daunting. Government leaders just couldn?t advocate nuclear blasts in space. Dyson deftly weaves this story from accounts relayed to him by his father & other scientists who made up the inner circle of the project. Recently declassified documents add further insight.
Project Orion: the true story of the atomic spaceship, 345 pp. George Dyson, ? 2002

75.  1. Lonesome Day 9. Further On (Up The Road)

2 Into The Fire 10. The Fuse

3. Waiting On A Sunny Day 11. Mary's Place

4. Nothing Man

5. Counting On A Miracle 12. You're Missing

6. Empty Sky 13. The Rising

7. Worlds Apart 14. Paradise

8. Let's Be Friends (Skin to Skin) 15. My City Of Ruins

?The Rising? is both a 9/11 elegy & Springsteen?s most dramatic departure ever? most affecting album yet. Some would not be out of place on The River. 2 truly heartbreaking 9/11-inspired tracks Empty Sky, & You?re Missing. They may be the only great musical works to come from the tragedy (& no, Neil Young?s ?Let?s Roll? doesn?t count). The album contains several dramatic, almost head-scathingly bizarre departures: ?Worlds Apart? Pakistani duet, & ? strange spare ?Paradise? which seems to have been written from the point of view of a suicide bomber? Back after 18 years the E-Street band is frequently drowned out by a cavalcade of violins, hurdy-gurdies & string machines?.Sept-Oct 2002 Review.


?Further In?, Greg Brown


How To Gain Access to the City Dump. Asian, & Mexican, groceries. Bookstores.


? Having no cloth available the shirt I sleep in was used to make another type of light-sensitive print. Legend has it Rauschenberg grabbed his blankets one unseasonably warm day in January? hm, Doug brought this shirt back from Kansas on the trip where I flew out to meet him for our 3rd or so date, & in a caf
n Cooke City, Montana, I talked to john the first time, on the phone, feeling silly

? Hollering Bob

? ?Well, everybody knows & appreciates the value of concrete??

? ?Some of their ideas were good, many were useless.?

? ?This has been the nicest job with the nicest people and the nicest project in the nicest place?in fact the nicest thing in all of Wisconsin! And this is the best little city in all the free world? ?People are coming from all over NE Wisconsin to see and drive down the new street!?

? ?Bump-outs?Give Them a Chance!?

? ?At first it started out as a rumour, then it was almost a fact, then it was a fact. These light poles did not want to get themselves delivered!?

? teensy pink cheesecakes (remember this)

? Will the Grading Contractors really do your grades?

? and of course, Hello?! It?s just a f-----g street!

? Place settings at a round table as an example of one displacement causing broken symmetry?


? Red Banshee beer, red curry paste and red beans with cumin & cilantro


Summaries?

? ?I?ve learned A LOT!?

? ?I don?t know what I?m doing.?

? ?I?m the PHOTOGRAPHER, THAT?S why I?m taking pictures.?

? Turning to her husband, ?I feel I can do ANYTHING now. ?but you?ll have to help??

? ?I?m an experienced retail gook-seller.?

? ?Oooh! Here's my head!?

? Possible titles or chapter headings: Playing In The Street; Hey Lady!; Only You; A Ladder, The Drunk, and Disarming A Police Officer?

 

87.  ISLE AU HAUT LULLABY (Hay Ledge Song) (Gordon Bok)<BR>


If I could give you three things,

I would give you these:

Song and laughter and a wooden home

In the shining seas

Chorus:

When you see old Isle au Haut

Rising in the dawn,

You will play in yellow fields

In the morning sun.

Sleep where the moon is warm

And the moon is high.

Give sadness to the stars,

Sorrow to the sea.

Do you hear what the sails are saying

In the wind's dark song?

Give sadness to the wind,

Blown alee and gone.

Sleep now, the moon is high,

And the wind blows cold;

For you are sad and young

And the sea is old.

 

I'S THE B'Y (trad: Arranged and added to by Gordon Bok)


I's the b'y that builds the boat,

and I's the b'y that sails her,

I's the b'y that catches the fish,

en home to 'lizer.

cho: Swing your partner, Sally Tibbo,

Swing your partner, Sally Brown,

Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour,

All around the circle

Sods and rinds to cover your flake,

Cake and tea for supper,

Codfish in the spring of the year,

Fried in maggoty butter!

I don't want your maggoty fish,

That's no good for winter.

I could buy as good as that,

Down in Bonavista

I took 'Lizer to a dance,

I'faith, but she could travel!

Every step that she did take

Was up to her knees in gravel!

Susan White, she's out of sight,

Her petticoat needs a border,

Old Sam Oliver in the dark

He kissed her in the corner!

 

 

Pretty Good For Never Having Gone To College, Ray

But When I Saw You On TV I Felt You Owed Me An Apology

But Not For: Fahrenheit 451

Not For: Golden Apples of the Sun

Not For: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Not For: Martian Chronicles, Volume One"

He's the shaper of our dreams from the dark side of the century

If you lived through Crash then you know what I mean...

This is the end of our technological dream, J.G. Ballard skipped the space age entirely (x2)

The Drowned World. The Crystal World. The Wind From Nowhere

The Atrocity Exhibition renamed for export - USA! USA!

This is the end of our technological dream, J.G. Ballard skipped the space age entirely

On the streets of Shanghai at the age of nine he almost lost his mind

When he lost his wife

She fell and died before his eyes

The Company of Women he was denied!

Empire of the Sun. Concrete Island!<BR>

Write in a store window the girls watch your lobes flex Still, no one could guess what you would write next. Like you might write just to read your own name. Your early work made good TV game...

Still, no one could top you at your short
fiction. No one could stop your Dangerous Visions.

We wrote this song don't let it get to your head You'd like it more If your name's all we said! Harlan, Harlan Ellison! Harlan, Harlan Ellison!

A lot of people call you a prick Cause you talked a little shit About Philip K. Dick

Mephisto in Onyx Phoenix Without Ashes Couldn't write a real novel to save your ass!

110.                      ? The Lee Winkelman Corrollary (to Nietzsche): What doesn't kill you, could very easily maim you."


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?They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn;

but without our brain and muscle not a single wheel can turn.

We can break their haughty power,

gain our freedom when we learn
that the union makes us strong!?
Ralph Chaplin, 1915, Solidarity Forever




THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks

Goin' someplace there's no goin' back

Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge

Shelter line stretchin' round the corner

Welcome to the new world order

Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest

No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight

But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag

Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag

Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last

In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass

Got a one-way ticket to the promised land

You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand

Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock

Bathin' in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight

But where it's headed everybody knows

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy

Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries

Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air

Look for me Mom I'll be there

Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand

Or decent job or a helpin' hand

Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free

Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."

The highway is alive tonight

But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light

With the ghost of old Tom Joad




We'll Sing In The Sunshine (a fav since a kid, just happened to finally find the lyrics)

(Gale Garnett)

We'll sing in the sunshine

We'll laugh every day

We'll sing in the sunshine

And I'll be on my way

I will never love you

The cost of love's too dear

But though I'll never love you

I'll live with you one year

And we will sing in the sunshine

We'll laugh every day

We'll sing in the sunshine

And I'll be on my way

I'll sing to you each morning

I'll kiss you every night

But darlin', don't cling to me

I'll soon be out of sight

But we can sing in the sunshine

We'll laugh every day

We'll sing in the sunshine

And I'll be on my way

My daddy he once told me

Hey, don't you love you any man

Just take what they can give you

And give but what you can

And you can sing in the sunshine

We'll laugh every day

We'll sing in the sunshine

And I'll be on my way

And when our year has ended

And I have gone away

I'll often speak about you

And this is what I'll say

You know we sang in the sunshine

We laughed every day

We sang in the sunshine

Then I went on my way



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