“But today he only saw one of the river’s secrets, one that gripped his soul. He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new. Who could understand, conceive this? He did not understand it; he was only aware of a dim suspicion, a faint memory, divine voices.”
Hermann Hesse from the book Siddhartha

sweetalyssm and I have been talking about classic foods… well, maybe not classic, but stuff folks ate 60 or more years ago. Pancreas with chicken liver dressing. Headcheese.

The Butcher Shop bears noticing… click on the head. 🙂

a whole mess of recipes for DarkTrain and his Gramma! Vittles!

Muskrat Stew

1 muskrat cut into pieces
flour
salt and pepper
2 1/2 Tb. butter
7 cups boiling water
1 tsp. thyme
1 cup corn
3 potatoes, cubed
1/4 tsp. cayenne
3 medium onions, sliced
2 cups canned tomatoes with juice

Roll the muskrat pieces in flour, salt, and pepper. Brown in
butter. Add muskrat and all other ingredients, (with the
exception of the tomatoes), to the boiling water, cover, and
simmer for 1/2 to 2 hours. Add the tomatoes and continue to
simmer another hour.

Serves 4

Bug City

Well… I… happened to…
Find me a buggy
Coming out from under a rock in the grass
He got his bug luggage
No time to talk he’s walkin’ fast

He’s heading for a log where the lady bugs are plentiful
He showed me some brochures and I must say it was beautiful
I’m belly down and bendin’ back the blades
Bug stopped just long enough for him to say

I’m on my way… to bug citay
I’m on my way… to bug citay

If you wanna dance with a buggy
Put all six feet on the ground
A bug will pick up your luggage
And drive you straight into town
When you’re safe from the spray and the kitty and the chase
If bugs can make it there they could make it anyplace
Between the sun going going down and the sun coming up
Bug city’s rocking’ yea that feather pluckin’ log is lit up

I’m on my way… to bug citay

And they’re all going to bug city for the night

I will say one thing. I won’t proselytize for the LJ, until folks can post and read comfortably. after that, call me minister scotto of the LJ tabernacle. 🙂

between this and proxy, again, I’m locked out today…

Error

Likely reasons you’re seeing this:

• Network congestion. We’re not hooked up the OC3 yet… we’re on a temporary 1.5 Mbps line at the colo place. It can’t handle the traffic. We should get a fast connection within a few days… I thought we would have got it sooner. :-/

I’m doing everything I can to find ways to get more bandwidth and offload parts of the site elsewhere for now. Sorry … if it makes you feel any better, the servers aren’t even breaking a sweat… it’s just the network connection that sucks now.

this

Why do I not feel any sense of worry about this?

Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do
I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you
It won’t be a stylish marriage
I can’t afford a carriage
But you’ll look sweet
Upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two

Michael, Michael
Here is your answer true.
I’ll not cycle
Over the world with you.
If you can’t afford a carriage,
There won’t be any marriage.
‘Cause I’ll be damned,
If I’ll be crammed
On a bicycle built for two!

Divide children into two sets of equal numbers.
Have one set join hands and form a circle, the others
in the center of the ring, in crouching position.

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
(Children in circle skip to the left while singing)

Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie!
(Children in circle skip to the right,
then stretch arms up toward center to form the pie.)

When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
(Children in circle bring arms back down
to waist level, then children in center of ring
begin to ‘chirp’ and ‘tweet’)

Wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
(Children in circle skip to the left;
children in center flutter about like birds.)

The king was in his counting house,
Counting all the money;
(Children in circle walk backward
four steps then pretend to count money;
children in center keep fluttering like birds)

The queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread with honey
(Children in circle walk forward
four steps, kneel and pretend to eat;
children in center keep fluttering like birds)

The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
(Children in circle pretend to pick up clothes,
then turn outward and hang them up.)

When down came a blackbird
Who snapped off her nose!
(Children in center flutter to, and run around,
those in the circle, one bird to one child, each snapping
off a nose. Those in the circle kneel and the birds each
hold up one finger to represent the nose.)

I’m in a few places right now, primarily good, but under a bit of stress.

I’ll be changing jobs, soon… one way or the other. I’m not confident that my position here will exist by the time my birthday rolls around, which is less than a month away. (at this writing, it’s at 21 days, 17 hours, 49 minutes, 8 sec.)

Potential jobs in the future doing contract work, and perhaps some financial management for a local club. (at least until I find something more stable) . Just Called Suzy up, and she may have a gig lined up for me, and it seems that she’s going to want some of my help for something. (I hope it’s not financial, as I’m trying to gear up for some belt-tightening, in case of hungrier times ahead. I don’t think I’ll have to, but I’m happier safe than sorry.

Going out with Pix & Joel tonight for supper, picking up some info regarding the project she needs done, and handing it off to Kev. I may do it as a personal excersize too, but not until I find a steady, paying gig.

Looking into the future, I see good things. I see a better job (maybe a 9 to 5 gig, with more pay, and a more beneficial to humanity service) , a continually growing relationship with the girl that I love (I love her more every passing day… how is it possible? She’s so wonderful… patient, kind, loving, thoughtful, smart, sexy, beautiful….) and hopefully more improvements in my life. A bigger place to live, thinknig again about getting a pal for Newton, who has been such a wonderful element in my life. Spiritually, I see growth ahead, too.

All and all a good bundle.

Happy Birfday, ZenDaisy!

Step Inside Love
(John Lennon, Paul McCartney)
Lead Vocal: Paul McCartney

Step inside love and stay
Step inside love
Step inside love
Step inside love
I want you to stay

You look tired, love
Let me turn down the light
Come in out of the cold
Rest your head on my shoulder
And kiss me tonight
We are together
Now and forever, come my way

Step inside love and stay
Step inside love
Step inside love
Step inside love
I want you to stay

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

Bangkok! Oriental setting
And the city don’t know what the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world in a
Show with everything but Yul Brynner
Time flies – doesn’t seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change – don’t you know that when you
Play at this level there’s no ordinary venue
It’s Iceland – or the Philippines – or Hastings
Or – or this place!

One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you’re lucky then the god’s a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One town’s very like another
When your head’s down over your pieces, brother
(It’s a drag, it’s a bore, it’s really such a pity)
(To be looking at the board not looking at the city)
Whaddaya mean? You’ve seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town –
(Tea, girls – warm and sweet – warm, sweet)
(Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite)
Get Thai’d! You’re talking to a tourist
Whose every move is among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

Siam’s gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old river or reclining Buddah
And thank God I’m only watching the game – controlling it
I don’t see you guys rating
The kind of mate I’m contemplating
I’d let you watch I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you
So you’d better go back to your bars, your temples
Your massage parlours

One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

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