Tuesday, July 7, 2009


So what I want to know is, is messing around with my playlist .. does it count as a posting? Probably not. Oh well, guess I'll have to write a little sumpin', huh?
O.k. but don't blame me cause you heard it all before. Actually I'm fascinated by the evolution of the chicken coops, every one is different and they just seem to get more sophisticated as they progress.
I sold two today. I'm enjoying this. Maybe I could do this for a living. wouldn't that be nice?

Sunday, July 5, 2009


Here we go again, ladies and gentlemen.
Fourth of July and the fireworks have started. According to the local news there are two fires going, one near the freeway between Medford and Ashland, and one at the biomass one facility in White city.
Here in Merlin we are some ways away yet it's smoky and overcast, unpleasant for those with breathing problems and just plain an annoyance for those of us who don't.
That's my bitch for the day!

Saturday, July 4, 2009


Bridge to the future

Bridge to the future

GOLD HILL — The Rock Point Bridge will be closed for five months beginning late this summer or early fall when the historic structure undergoes intensive refurbishing,...
Photo and headline courtesy of the Medford Mail Tribune.
Whatever you do, do not repeat this story to your children, I'd rather not be responsible.

I was 13, and had gotten myself a job at the horse farm down the road. Arabians, meaner'n hell, as we rancher folk would say. Anyhow, it was a after school job, so I'd ride the bus to work, muck out stalls for two hours, $1.65 an hour as I recall. A nasty dirty smelly job, someone had to do it though and I wanted my Levi 501's, my mom wouldn't buy them for me, to expensive, so I took the job. After work, the river was right there, so I'd generally take a short dip to cool off before I started off on my 4 mile walk home.
Now all the big kids, everyone knew jumped off the bridges in town, not me though, I was a good boy and my mom did not approve of children jumping from bridges. In truth I was afraid of heights, but the mom excuse was easier on the pride. Peer pressure. It finally got me. Although I tried to stay away from the older boys who worked at the ranch because they chewed tobacco and drank stolen beer( they'd already gotten me sick with the chew and laughed while I threw up) I got trapped into going with them to Rocky Point to swim instead of the usual spot at the Ben Hur park, where I usually went.
Needless to say, within probably 5 minutes they had me standing outside the guard rail looking down over 35 feet at the surface of the water. I use the word surface because that's what it looked like to me, a hard surface. Turns out, it can be a very hard surface. You see you're just supposed to step away, not push away. If you push away there's a chance your upper body could begin to fall forward, which means that your chest and face will feel some impact on arriving at the water, impact enough to leave some pretty nasty bruises, telltale bruises. Mother was aghast. Father was appalled. I was grounded and lost my job. So unfair. In fact, it was so unfair, that by the time I was 18, I'd already jumped a few times from the railway trestle, 80 feet.

The union newsletter says that a union company was awarded the contract to refurbish the old bridge. I SURE WOULD LIKE TO WORK ON THAT ONE!!!

Friday, July 3, 2009

The coming Eclipse, all in all, is a most productive eclipse. Now the coming Solar Eclipse is another story entirely, since it puts the Grand Irrationality in play in a major way while shutting down elements of our past we've been trying to perpetuate that no longer give us the nourishment we want or need. Family systems and other elements of our past will disintegrate as we fulfill the promise of whatever personality integration we're striving for. More on that in a week or so!
from the Aquarius Papers

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Wednesday, July 1, 2009


Do you know an American? Bulldog that is? Well by all means meet Ms. Trinity. She's 110 pounds of spit and vinegar, right? Wrong! ms. Trinity has a routine. Every evening just at sunset my big tough American Bulldog starts to bark shrilly to be put to bed, why?
She's afraid of the dark!