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wastoo   Leave a comment

Posted September 11, 2011 by pumpkino in other stuff

life   Leave a comment

Posted September 11, 2011 by pumpkino in other stuff

rainbow trees   Leave a comment

Posted September 11, 2011 by pumpkino in other stuff

Leap   Leave a comment

Think. Look. Listen. Feel. Learn.
Touch. See. Hear. Sense. Understand.
Drop. Tuck. Roll. Stop. Breathe.
Live. Laugh. Love. Leap.

Posted March 10, 2011 by pumpkino in other stuff

The post office where you can’t mail anything.   Leave a comment

I did physically visit the post office where you can’t mail anything and asked – it’s a weird place, so a bit of background. It’s a pretty huge building, looking as I suppose such places look. However, the public has access to one approximately 8×8 (foot) room. The room is entirely white to off-white, no mail slots, no chairs, no tables, no counters, no posters, absolutely nothing in the room of any kind  – only a little piece of paper with their hours on it. The room has two doors leading farther in. One is (I’ve been told) for outside postal inspectors to go in and “observe” what’s happening inside the place. They can neither enter nor leave from any other door, and cannot be seen by the workers inside. The other door is what I’ve heard called a “Mr. Ed door” – you know, top and bottom as separate parts. The door is locked, and solid, save for little peephole for those inside to see out. To the left of the door is a doorbell, a button. You push the button, can hear it ring inside, and after a minute… or more… or more… the top half of the door suddenly opens and there is a post office employee. You tell him your business, and when he’s done with you, the top half of the door closes shut and you are back in the 8×8 room, all off-white, with no posters or signs, except for the small piece of paper that tells you their hours. You then go out of the building, get in your car, and you leave. The post office where you can’t mail anything.

Posted February 5, 2011 by pumpkino in other stuff

The Coward Brothers   Leave a comment

To no one’s surprise, the Coward Brothers blew through all the money they had made as successful folk music ikons/sex symbols in the 1960’s and 70’s. Henry’s much-touted attempt to become a successful music producer floundered after the abortive attempt to have Blue Oyster Cult cut an ABBA covers lp. His solo album, “Stephen Dedalus On The Half Shell”, was savaged by critics and the song ‘Smells Like Jean Seberg’ was found by many to be offensive. Howard tried his hand at acting, beginning with a role in a Spice Girls flick, but his attempt to play a rapper/mime in an Antonioni adaptation of The Merry Wives of Windsor forever relegated him to b-movie roles and Madonna vanity productions. Similarly, Howard’s attempt to design a line of custom acoustic guitars proved to be a disasterous investment when the quaalude dispensers failed and Yoko Ono threatened a lawsuit over inappropriate use of the Two Virgins album cover likeness. And to top it off, both suffered failed marriages to the same woman and, as the tabloids reported, they were bilked out of their inheritance by Madoff. So, as circumstances necessitated, the duo reunited for a one-off concert to keep all the creditors and ex-wives at bay. Howard was obviously still intimidated by Henry’s large stature, yet the pair delivered a solid set of original tunes, bolstered by a back-up band to prop up any lapses in playing or unconventional harmonies. Things became slightly tense on stage when Howard inquired if Henry was hiding royalties from a song they wrote, but they can still joke about their failed marriages. They reprised their hit, the upbeat Tom Dooley, which, as Henry noted, was unethically stolen from them by a pop group many years ago. Both brothers stepped out for solo spots, in the great tradition of feuding brothers like Karl and Harpo Marx. After years of speculation in the British press, the brothers did indeed reveal their sister, Emmylou, a striking silver-haired beauty who came out to sing a new song called ‘The Scarlet Tide’. Critics agreed that if the sister could overcome her stage fright she might have a bright future as a country singer. Some have speculated that embarassment over her brothers’ public feuds and the well-known “Barbados Foam Frog Incident” have kept her out of the public eye, but the brothers have denied this in a recent interview with Mojo magazine.

Posted February 5, 2011 by pumpkino in other stuff

it’s just that….   Leave a comment

Posted January 27, 2011 by pumpkino in other stuff

The Lakes of Canada   4 comments

Look for me another day.
I feel that I could change,
I feel that I could change.
There’s a sudden joy that’s like
a fish, a moving light;
I thought I saw it
rowing on the lakes of Canada

Oh laughing man, what have you won?
Don’t tell me what cannot be done.
My little land, my winter love,
don’t tell me what can’t be done.

Walking in the circle I a flashlight shines
someone starts to sing to join in
Talk of loneliness implies of voices I am shy
but you can reach me
Rowing on the lakes of Canada,
rowing on the lakes of Canada.

Oh laughing man, what have you won?
Don’t tell me what cannot be done.
My little land, my winter love,
don’t tell me what can’t be done.

Look for me another day
Give me another day
I feel that I could change

Rowing on the lakes of Canada

(The Innocence Mission)

Posted January 26, 2011 by pumpkino in other stuff

and so it is   Leave a comment

Mulletheaded and a mile high, cartooned and clad in a shocking pink jumpsuit, stride spanning an ocean that is now a mere stripe of water, trailing  stylised musical staves that are really a scarf, emptying a bottle of shooting stars behind him, perched high among the dark, star-dusted heavens, below a pinball moon, above a shower of meteors.

He moves confidently from left to right, so confident that he doesn’t bother to watch where his boot may fall: a pearlescent boot massively foreshortening that makes ready to stamp its authority right in front of you among the iridescent skyscrapers and flare-tipped towers of a New World whose neon and electricity shine it like a gleaming hammer. He looks back over his shoulder to where he has been and what he has done. No longer anchored to the past he lifts the sparking heel of his trailing boot from a land now invisible in the distance, darkening across the ocean, and prepares to move forward and conquer.

Two men stand in the middle of an unmarked road, facing each other. Both are dressed in dark grey business attire. They are engaged in a handshake. The man facing to the right is stood completely upright with his right leg slightly forward and his blazer unbuttoned. The man facing to the left is leaning forward, his left foot slightly off the ground, and his blazer buttoned up. He is covered in flames, which are blowing to the right. In the foreground, on the surface of the road, a large drain cover is apparent. Bordering the road, receding into the distance, are two rows of large beige coloured buildings. Another beige building blocks the horizon. The sky is blue with no clouds. The upper right edge of the border of the photograph appears slightly burnt.

Posted January 23, 2011 by pumpkino in other stuff