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Month: December 2005

  • "Just like a movie"

    We are back. H.o.p. did not want to go to the Memorial and we didn’t press–the hundreds at the service would have been too much for him. And the two hour receiving line afterward. So I stayed at the house with him and helped friends of the family prepare, as they arrived from the service,…

  • Remnant of Christmas Eve

    There’s been a hospital sheet lying on the sidewalk since the police left.

  • Blogging Santa Conquers the Martians

    I’ve not pulled together my blog of “Santa vs. Satan” but plan to. Here’s one I did last year of “Santa Conquers the Martians” which stars a child Pia Zadora. It’s actually an anti-war film that had me clearly thinking way too hard, being as overwhelmed as I was. A fascinating bauble from the 60s.…

  • Death and the Holidays

    This morning, my husband’s mother called to say she had just discovered my husband’s father had died. He has been declining the past 7 years with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease). With the exception of several hospitalizations from illnesses caused by complications with the ALS, he remained home throughout. Hospice people began visiting during the summer.…

  • If you purport to want peace, love, understanding and equality then you ought to give some effort to living your mission statement behind closed doors

    Our landlord today dropped off the nicest book for H.o.p. A Christmas gift which we know is a book because tonight H.o.p., aglow with enthusiasm and curiosity, asked if he could go ahead and open it and Marty put a bow on his head to put us in a Christmasy mood and we said yes.…

  • Wacom and plainchant

    This is going to take some getting used to, but, oh yeah, Wacom! Listening to madrigals and drawing with the new Wacom, a fine way to spend an evening. Except I don’t have any madrigals, for which reason I’m at Amazon clicking over and over again on offered selections. And as it turns out, H.o.p.…

  • The Grind

    Let me put it this way. If my life was a parade that had been rained on, that would be one thing. Instead, I’m the guy with the stuffed toy monkey on his/her shoulder, playing the organ grinder in a shadow of the doorway on the corner. There’s not much point raining on the organ…

  • Babes in Plutonium Land – Making Hanford sexy

    Babes in Plutonium Land – Making Hanford sexy

    When you’re the third largest boom-war-time population center in Washington state, isolated in the desert, you’d better supply the workers some Xmas fun Babes in Plutonium Land – The Esquire Girls Perform at Hanford, Declassified 200514 w by 10 in h Digital Painting Based on a photo from the “Hanford Historical Photo Declassification Project” ©…

  • Displaying a few musician genes

    “That song is done with an accordion, isn’t it? And a piano. That’s really cool. I didn’t know that a piano could make it sound like something was about to happen in the darkness or in the big city. They had an accordion in the movie called Madeline. And that’s Russian music, isn’t it.” He…

  • Prize for Christmas Decorations, Declassified

    Prize for Christmas Decorations, Declassified

    Everybody has won and all must have prizes Prize for Christmas Decorations, Declassified 2005 20 w by 16 in h Digital Painting Based on a photo from the “Hanford Historical Photo Declassification Project”. © copyright Jk Lightbox enlargement Read the introduction to the Remixing the Hanford Declassified Project paintings I know those houses. I grew…

  • All ya gotta do is replace a few words

    Not new news, that the government is spying on anti-war protesters. Why throw away perfectly good old posts when a couple of minor adjustments will do. See also Bush calling the constitution just a goddamn piece of paper. Old news in blogworld as it’s over a few days old but it suits. More Dissident Dick…

  • Torture and Human Rights Abuses – we gotta stop thinking of ourselves as the good guys gone bad because if the bad sleep well then America has had more than its fair share of many well-rested nights

    Over at Nightbird’s Fountain the other day was made this post linking to the very pink Torture Tree. Someone remarked in the comments area since when did we represent torture and human rights abuses and we needed to stand for freedom again. As I noted in response in the comments area, I always feel like…