haltertopoftheworldebeast

there is but one dedication today :
"i'm down" (live and loud and laughing from shea stadium) by the beatles, slides like lennonelbow out to meg t, as promised.

my grain is growing of late and i find it hard to take what they gave me. snow means a lot more than cousins would have you believe. i realize that many of my postings mean (precious?) little to people and persons and poets outside my immediate brain. and while i do intend to remedy this (sad?) fact, this particular post is not likely to be the one that turns the tables, tides, or trends for the wearer. in fact, the truth is that i don't really intend to change anything. ever. here is a list: police. hefty bags. blt. variable. tie me kangaroo down, sporty spice.

stand clear. waffle along. clear.

gratuiteenagefanclub

not a large man that gary coleman. i know because i almost ran him over in the jazz section at mediaplay. a toothbrush with fame.

today's dedications:
"radio war" by iron and wine goes out to mollie j and kaisha,
"glory bound" by martin sexton goes out to my "m" sistas,
"i wanna be your lover" by prince goes out to jake and alesa, and
"my doorbell" by the white stripes goes out to mal. (answer:tuesday)

he hid under the strainer. but no one was looking for change.

harness the power of cloud peace

is it just the fold in my short trousers, or do i have a colossal snuggie in this picture?

today's dedications:
"triumph of a heart" by bjork goes out to regiSTAR,
"you are" by built to spill goes out to brenna, and
"breaking glass" by david bowie goes out to the megster.

vastounding: the canyon rightfully reverenced as grand

my female crushes are far too numerous to list here.
my secure-in-my-sexuality man crush, if i were obligated to make a hypothetical selection, would likely be brad pitt.
and my orange crush has recently given way to cactus cooler.
but after last saturday, my national park crush is definitely the grand (what a remarkably simple, yet elegantly suitable adjective) canyon.
"wow," i say. "wow and how." and might i add, "wow, brown cow."
mad thanks (not angry ones, it's just what the kids say these days) must go out to ryan and scott for personally introducing me to the canyon, so that i didn't end up with some second-rate wannabe canyon or a dried-up irrigation ditch that i met on-line.

here are some additional photographicals:

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niptalk

lately, i have heard many a person say, "we must nip it in the butt." now, i don't consider myself a stickler for idiomatic accuracy, and i have never had the audacity to correct anyone who has uttered said phrase, but it does strike me as a rather ridiculous error. the correct expression is "nip it in the bud," as in, nip it while it, whatever it may be, is in the early stages of growth, thus preventing further growth. now, based on the context in which i have heard the aforementioned erroneous phrasing used, i presume that this is exactly the action that these butt-nippers intend to advocate: putting a stop to something before it develops into a serious problem. however, it seems to me that nipping something in the butt would tend to get it going, rather than putting a stop to it. these are my two cents, crebumble and trule.

electrovaccination

todays dedications:
"wake up" by the arcade fire goes out to me,
"the love you save" by the jackson 5 goes out to ayn,
"empty baseball park" by whiskeytown goes out to stungib, and
"where does the good go" by tegan and sara goes out to ex-factor

Floyd Flexing All Their Clout

shake off the creeping malaise by clicking the link to the right.
if you regret it, you suck.

vagablondeonblonde

vh1 classic. old school jams from back in the day. music videos that attempted to tell a meaningful story in 3 and 1/2 minutes and, for the most part, failed dismally. fashion train wrecks. in other words, pure entertainment. case in point: yestereve, conrad and i saw a stevie wonder video from the early 80's which was so visually awkward as to induce sharp pains in my pancreas. i believe there was a romantic plot, but it escapes me now. anyway, an interesting thought occurred to me as i writhed in doubled-over agony in front of the television: what if the wretchedness of this video, with it's toilet-paper-like sweaters and neon-bedecked dance-acrobats, was part of a cruel and heartless prank perpetuated on the blind, unsuspecting musical genius who is stevie wonder? what if the director, the lighting guy, the grips, everyone, was watching playback, biting their tongues, stifling their guffaws, all the while saying things like, "oh, it looks incredible, stevie!" "a veritable feast for the eyes, mr. wonder." well, i certainly hope that wasn't the case, because stevie is the gravy! his albums from "talking book" to "songs in the key of life" make up one of the strongest columns in my cd collection. anyway, prankfest or not, shame on whoever made that video.

spectacularryappleton

well. here i am. blogging. i blog now. i'm a blogger.
anyway. i would like to dedicate this initial posting to scott. you keep my frantic fuelled and my kentucky derby.
gravitate toward the exceptional.