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You know who you are.

America Is Waiting, Brian Eno + David Byrne

Hyuk hyuk hyuk...

This from Kath:

If you are English in the living room,
French in the kitchen,
German in the garage
and Italian in the bedroom,
then what are you in the bathroom?

European.

I almost fell off the couch.

Tumbling Dice, Rolling Stones

PS - I updated the Remake Remodel Gallery.  Can NO ONE tell me why it is named that?

Street Life, Roxy Music

Easy Come. Easy Go. Again.

We visited C up in the Hudson Valley this weekend. On Saturday (my 45th), C and I went to the Rhinebeck Aerodrome. I have been wanting to go for a while.

Hog heaven does not begin to describe it. 2 old Bleriots. A Caudron G3. Sopwith Camel, Fokker Dr I (triplane) and a D VII. Albatros DV, Nieuport 11, Spad VII... Most of these are airworthy, folks. Never seen anything like it.

And they offer biplane rides. So of course I went up. It's a 1929 New Standard biplane. We sat in front of the pilot, Captain Mike. When he revved the engine for takleoff I got that adrenaline surge that goes from your rear-end to the tips of your fingers and toes, and a small feeling of "maybe this ain't such a great idea..." Then we glided up as if falling asleep, over the flaming treetops (autumn was on full blast), the wind whipping, everything for real man. In an open cockpit biplane you truly feel what flight is about; you feel the plane play over the air, when the engine's power is pulling and when the aerodynamics are allowing a glide. We climbed to maybe 1500 feet and he took us over Bard (he know C goes there) and did a circle or two. everything looked so clean and hyper-real. We were actually seen by C's roommate and her family! Then over the Kingston bridge and headed back towards home.

Not over yet, folks. Captain Mike drops the nose (stomach goes up), then pulls back into a climb (stomach goes down), and then does a wing-over and hung the plane on its tail. We arelooking (almost) straight down into the flaming brilliant trees in a steep dive. Howling. He pulls out gracefully. Yes, I hung on for dear life and it was great, albeit terrifying. On the way in he buzzed the airfield and we popped up over the trees at the end of the strip, executed a lovingly delicate turn, cut the throttle, sideslipped into the runway (again coming in right over the treetops) and touched down without a bump.

Gives me somethignt to think about when I imagine dogfighting in the old kites.

And now the lesson part of this post. All of the picturees I took are gone. Into the digital ether. Don't know what happened, except maybe the card got temporarily corrupted. Yes. All C and I have of those moments are our memories (like Rutget Hauer at the end of Blade Runner). You never know what will turn out to be fleeting. It must have been my birthday gift.

Romance, R.E.M.

Time Has Come Today

So Claudia and I get in the car so I can drive her to the train station. Turn on KFOG. Get mindless crowd noises and - wait, is that a cowbell? It's Time Has Come Today by the Chambers Brothers! The long psychadelic solo (memory of Kath: "listen, they scream in this part!"). Wait again: the mindless screaming crowd confusion is Bobby Kennedy's assasination.

KFOG is doing 10@10 and it's 1968. The montage contuinues: Republic National Convention, Mayor Daley, Nixon's nomination, Humphrey's nomination, the election...

Now the time has come (TIME!) No place to run (TIME!) I been burned up by the sun (TIME!) But I had my fun (TIME!) I been loved and put aside (TIME!) I been crushed by a tumblin tide (TIME!) And my soul's been psychadelicized (TIME!)

Time has come today! (TIME!)
Time has come today (TIME!)

I remember that year. I was 8 but hey. Why is everyone so angry? Why are they shooting people again - important people like Kennedy and King? Even the music is confused; one minute it's spacey-cosmic-love and the next it's voliently emotional. What is going on - none of this is supposed to be happening!

And here it is, another pivotal year 26 years on. But none of the dynamism, none of the sense of urgency and committment. Bush and Kerry are nothing like Nixon and Humphrey in terms of leadership and inspiration. In '68 my folks were staunch Nixon supporters and their faith that this leader would make it work gave me reassurance that everything would be OK. They were not freaking out.

And here I am in their shoes now. World on the brink with us on point, leadership up for grabs, shit man we are a target, and no one seems tall that bothered by it. Bread and circuses - do we all have that much more to lose? What has changed about our sense of our responsibilities as individuals and a people, the correct order of things (note: not "World Order" *shudder*), our concern that the outcome whatever-that-may-be is coming? Your thoughts welcome.

Want some irony? Despite all this I am not freaked out either. In fact I am going to see the B-52's tonight: a band named after the biggest bomber ever built.

And on a personal note, this has been an interesting week. Big "get your priorities straight, kid" message on the home front, Jackie's class in the park and thoughts about slowing down, and this from my horoscope: "What old but dynamic parts of your life have been all but lost? How can you regain access to them and make them work for you now?"

Time has come today. TIME!

Enough looking into a screen for answers for the moment. TTFN!

Sunny morning another beautiful day. Love California.
Time Has Come Today, Chambers Brothers