Out of Year...

And ...here...we...go!

I am interested in ideas, not merely in visual products.

Calmer than you

That terrible mood of depression of whether it’s any good or not is what is known as The Artist’s Reward.
Ernest Hemingway

Andrew or a Joseph

This dapper gentleman is Andrew Carruth Cahoon. My great-great grandfather. His father was Reynolds Cahoon,1790. One of the first to join Joseph Smiths merry band of men who started the Church of Latter Day Saints. Andrew was born in 1824. His son Joseph was born in 1858. He had two boys named Andrew,1895, and Joseph,1905. Joseph died in 1933. I don't know of what. He is buried in Salt Lake City. Andrew had a son named Joseph Clifford Cahoon,1942. Presumably,named after his uncle. Joseph Sr., had me,Joseph Jr., in 1965. He died in 1990.I have two sons. That's right, Joseph III and Andrew. That's six generations of having a Joseph or Andrew. Glorious.

moved in a social circle which was a center of vice

"They talk of my drinking but never my thirst." — Scottish proverb

First,you must last...

Drinking is a way of ending the day.

Who Is Bozo Texino

"Well,Dude,We Just Don't Know"

"Driver of genuine 'Kill yourself Kits' .... Seeks employment."

"Never let the truth stand in the way of a good story."

Ride On...

Happy 66th,Dad.

All Right Then

The Medium is the Message

Pain'nt

Do It Yourself

"I always preferred to employ autodidacts"
-Joshua Slocum

RAGE ON SUN

"PALS SLAP"

Field Notes

http://www.draplin.com/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/timlahan/

http://www.trackosaurusrex.com

http://fieldnotesbrand.com/

Bluebird

Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

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