FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 2010

Survived two Furthur concerts and one Lost Creek performance, caught a small case of the rock and roll flu, but now over it. The equinox and full harvest moon came together with Jupitor lurking nearby, bright in the sky. Do you pronouce it eekquinox or eckquinox? The vowel shift was supposed to clarify that but who can remember? All we know is it is indeed fall and like humpty dumpty we want to have a great one, go forth and rake.

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THURSDAY, AUGUST 12, 2010

IT WAS 8-9-10 AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Yep, it was Jerry Garcia Bobblehad Night at the San Francisco Giants baseball game and Jerry's daughter, Annabelle, is throwing out the first pitch.

From the look on Annabelle's face, she must have thrown the ball all the way to the plate. Phil and Bobby are exerting themselves singing the "Star Spangled Banner," and Mickey is ecstatic after peforming "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" on the Kazoo during the seventh inning stretch.

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Bonfire bash was terrific with great weather, great sandwiches cooked by Dustin Panique, great group of people and great music, the highlight for me was Twisted Thistle which did an instrumental version of Pink Floyd's "Another Brick in the Wall," the "we don't need no education" number, with the mandolin player doing every note of the whole song perfectly, also the cellist bowing a chorus, the whole group doing a superb job.

Thanks to Eli for throwing a great bash.

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TUESDAY, AUGUST 3, 2010

A canvas roof held in place by twenty-foot high bamboo poles sheltered acres of produce stands. Behind the piled vegetables, women in white bandannas waved their arms and shouted at customers. Housewives with plastic baskets hooked over their elbows browsed along the lanes, seemingly ignoring the chanting ventors. Warm air reeking of green onions and garlic and Napa cabbage freshly plucked from verdant earth suffused the entire market.

Ernie breathed deeply and a broad grin spread across his face. We both felt it. The tactile caress of human life, unsullied by advertising and corporate greed. This is what our lives had once been on this planet. What they should be now. Everywhere.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 28, 2010

Here we are, approaching the dog days of summer, and ol' KapnKen in his guise as perfessor emeritorious of Practcal Knowledge University, comes a-calling upon your cyber doorstoop jes' like a hip JW.

The Afghanistan thing is bankrupting the country. Just like it did the Russkies. Seems to be the way it's gotta be. Only way America can join the other nations as an equal is to be brought down to size. Not a bad thing. We're lucky in Oregon, been riding boom and bust cycles long as I've lived here so we know how to quit spending. Good thing we have the internet to keep us linked up, all over the world. Simplify simplify simplify. I've always wanted to have a fish pond here on the property as a food source. (for the herons, probably). I food shop once a week and every week everything is higher priced. As the gas goes up so does everything else. Funny how the media in all their workings are far behind the curve when it comes to reporting what's really happening in the ordinary households. So there you have it. In Colorado they are killing prairie dogs by the thousands on weekends, gun clubs going out in the country and knocking them dead at six hundred yards. Now there's a food source

With KapnKen

Dave Barton and Sam Egan

Shovel Man and Chainsaw Guy

The Women and the Dog

Dear old friend, Paul Sawyer, now gone, blessed be those . . . to read about him, click on:

PAUL SAWYER

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30, 2010

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FRIDAY, JUNE 11, 2010

Yesterday I did a tv interview for BBC TV, two middle aged blokes, one the camera and sound man, the other the interviewer with questions writ on a small piece of paper, took a couple of hours and when we were done, Billy the interviewer said, come with me and sign the paperwork, and I said, then you give me the money, like two guys meeting on the bridge between East and West Germany and exchanging the goods, and he laughed and said, I was a BBC correspondent in Berlin when it was still an occupied zone and they gave me an I.D. card saying I was a Colonel in the British Army so when I had to go into East Germany all I did was hold the card against the car window and the guards would wave me on through.

I asked him if he ever heard of Len Deighton, the writer and he said yes and I said, Deighton wrote some good novels about a guy in the British Secret Service in Berlin right after the war.

Later in the afternoon at home, I was reading Deighton and in the novel, LINE, there was this:

"At the border control point the procedures are efficient . . . it is customary for the drivers and passengers to flatten their identity papers against the glass of the window, where they are examined and the car waved through . . . "

Amazing thing was how the two brits completely accepted my cleverly brash American foolishness all through the interview which included costumes and jokes and three musical numbers accompanied by my friend, Walker T. Ryan on guitar. Of course I am just one of many people they are interviewing for a three part show called The American Dream. He kept asking me what was my American dream.

At the beginning of the interview I was talking about the oil spill and how it is part ot the brit's way of taking us over again, through our addiction to oil, through all the money we are giving BP in our addiction, and now how BP is giving us the shaft with the oil spill, and the interviewer said, this will be about the sixties, you mustn't say anything about what is going on right now, and I thought, oho, he is in on the plot and so when he asked what my American dream was I said it would be that all the unemployed americans can go to louisiana and be paid and put up in a tent city and supplied with a hazmat suit and clean up the oil washing ashore and BP will pay all the expenses.