Living - and already savoring - the Adventures across the backroads of western Idaho and eastern Oregon!

26 February 2010

Stretching beyond the daily 200 Words

Too many good expressions have left us and been buried in some past story. Spitballing: now there’s one that ought to be used daily. Heck, it neatly describes how I do my job. In one word. I mean, who needs to be competent if luck suffices? Lick and a Promise: a musician’s credo, I think, but a fiery expression that conveys so much with such flair. Cool Beans: Yah, maan, eets like Cool Running. That I could be from Jamaica, maan. Don’t Jonas Me: I get all raz-mah-tazzed when I think of this one. “Don’t hex me” hasn’t the same flair and lacks the subtle undertone of, “I’ll kick your butt if you jinx me” that this (Scottish?) phrase has. There you have it, four phrases to keep you in good stead and ensure that people look at you like a hopeless detour on the evolutionary ladder. Use them proudly…

25 February 2010

To be Omniscient?

Mighty tempting, eh? Like, why does my tooth feel a bit sore? Not like it has feelings. But obviously it does so it would be nice to go out-of-body and know the how and why of things happening. Or that whole alternate reality paradigm: what if Arkansawyer, happening upon an unsought trail in life, serendipitously made a decision to stroll down it and not turn back? Or if you woke up and the sea was red and the sky grey? Being all-knowing would make it an adventure, not terror. On the face of it, this blog is wacked but some wise something somewhere somehow knows what I’m angling toward here…

17 February 2010

Going Commando

Ah-HA! Pull your minds outta the gutter. In my own humble way, I want to make a mark on the world by redefining the term. It will expand to include things like brewing coffee without a filter and driving with your eyes closed half the time. Marks of inordinate bravery. The redefinition also will include my retaking of the men's bathroom, where ... ladies, close the browser now ... I'm tired of listening to guys on the cell phone, or, picture this (or not), reading while at the urinal. I'm sorry but there are some things I just ought not to have to deal with.

"Zulu Seven, Commando Freddie, Zulu Seven, secure the area with all means at your disposal!" "Roger that, sir, swirlies will commence. I say again, swirlies will commence."

Dedicated today to Jim Cramp, who famously said, "Jim Cramp, a.k.a The Wood Czar will be splitting wood no matter what Mother Nature has to say about it." Now THAT'S a Real Commando...

04 February 2010

Smells, Sights & Musings

Ever sit on a bus next to someone who smells like a moth ball who swam in a Fry Daddy? Mmm, mmm, I did today and it was scrumpdilyicious. I mean, who needs BBQ after soaking that in? Human lard.

A quick post today to realign the brainwaves and get me on track. When you feel the need to rattle the cage, grab a cuppa Joe and put Henri the iPod on shuffle. Between Neil Young and Goo Goo Dolls, you'll get your groove on.

As my young man is so fond of saying ... Peace Out ...