Subris

That is the term for Subaru drivers who over estimate the power of all wheel drive.   I had been thinking to myself, the other day, how common it is for people to forget that everyone has 4 wheel brakes, and they do little good on a frictionless, or nearly so, surface.

I made a post office run a day or so after Christmas.   It was a dark and stormy day.  Just getting dark.  Descanso had a pretty good dusting of snow.

As I was heading back home on the long, winding, elevation changing, out in the sticks, 2 lane, dark road, it started snowing like crazy.  It wasn't all snow; a wintry mix.

So, I drove slowly enough.  No problem.  Then there was no precip at all.  Fine.  Until I entered the spot with the downhill multiple S-curves.  The curves are such that you can't look down or ahead and glimpse the future; not like switchbacks.

All of a sudden the road is covered with a layer of snow and ice.  And I'm head for a ninety degree left on a downhill grade.  I touched the brakes and nothing, and the car was wanting to slide a little sideways with no brakes.

The one like a woman who yearns to be tamed was front wheel drive.  No comment.  That's mine in the Keys last year.  It's 4wd.

I was wondering if I'd fall off the edge.  I downshifted.  The rear wheels took enough of the load that I could make the turn.  It would have been very bad if a car was coming around the turn because I was sliding in the left lane and then almost off the right side of the curve.  I was on the wrong side for awhile.

Afterwards I thought it was a fun thing.  Once is enough and it was a lucky break.  Still, I am not so sure that I'd have made the turn if I'd only had front or only rear drive.  I could be wrong.  I've very rarely been in a situation that a front wheel drive car wouldn't have worked just fine.

Let Them Eat Organic Arugula

The only certain thing about the future is that it will require a few adjustments on my part.  I'm not going to panic or rush into action without a plan.

Often, when the bulk of the population is riding on a particularly large wave of mass idiocy, money can be made.  That is what I will be thinking about.

It is surprising how often very smart people can be duped, and in the most straight forward and simple terms.  You just wouldn't think it possible, considering the stakes.

So, am I alone in my disbelief, and disgust, at the whole "fiscal cliff" debacle?   Someone coined the term and demagogues swarmed in like flies on shit.   Sorry, I am not going to be polite this year.

There was no real debate, just absurd discussion which meant nothing.  The government gets into trouble when it spends more than it has.  That is a pure and simple fact.

It tends to spend more than it has when people get to vote on the use of the resources of others; when I can vote for you to subsidize me.  Politicians know that votes can be bought cheaply, and often can be bought by merely saying gifts will be forthcoming--even though they never pay up.

They consistently ignore and re-interpret the limits of the power which were spelled out in the Constitution.  But the fools nod in agreement when those limits are berated as outdated, etc.  People fear freedom and are so small and mean spirited that they smile when the rights of others, of whom they disapprove, are violated.

So, another bit of total fiction is rammed down the throats of citizens, and a pretend argument provides entertainment while more rights are abridged, and more money is sucked out of everyone's wallets; even the idiots who think they are safe and "the rich" will at last get theirs.  Geez, talk about medieval mentality.

As always, the real problems and causes are not clearly identified.  Only the short sighted out of context analysis is allowed.

There seems to be no viable alternative, but I have to say, I am absolutely sick of democrats and their insistence on making everyone be happy on their backhanded plantation.  I don't want to work on Maggie's Farm no more.  But we will take such good care of you!  All you gotta do is sign up and play the game.

I may die younger than I ought, but I swear I think will exit the planet before I allow myself to become a ward of the state, or under the state's control of my medical choices.  I'll be one of those who goes down unnoticed with his middle finger raised.

I'm not even sure I get the motive of totalitarianists, but I know the under class of that group really enjoys sticking it to those with whom they disagree, or simply don't get along.  I do see the groups who separate themselves in political and legal environments by race, sexual preference, woman vs man, etc., as complete idiots who are useful to those who would enslave them.  Useful idiots.  Not useful to me or my philosophy, but very much a force in The Big Pretense.

So, this year, screw you to every thief, liar, self righteous destroyer of property, violator of personal privacy, thug, mob activist and demagogue.   Let's get it out of the way ahead of time--you suck.

I'm sick of thug unionism, pubic employee unions being confused with private sector unions.  Sick of conservatives acting like dorks when their argument may have been valid.  But then we have to make marriage a federal issue.  Forget all of that.  Marriage and much else has no business under federal purview or any government jurisdiction.

Democrats have become Stalinists.  Republicans have become theocrats with a twist of socialist lite.  Both are dishonest and not good.  If you hate people, there is plenty of room for you in either camp.  Big trap, and big money making scam.

Why do republicans care if democrats have abortions?  I encourage them.  Democrats, religious zealots, gang members, code pink, 99%, 1%, and all those who label themselves and their beliefs according to race, sex, and where they stick their junk, all should have abortions at every opportunity.  Don't multiply.  Be noisy and unfruitful.

Let's discuss stupid, stupid subjects which do not personal affect us while we let a few in power regulate us out of business, steal our money for wars of no clear cause, and generally make rules that don't need making.  Worry about whether some totally useless moron is going to abort her baby while your 4th amendment rights against unreasonable search and seizure go out the window.

I see random roadblocks on major thoroughfares as more of an evil, and a threat, than a stranger opting to end a pregnancy.  Their pregnancy does not affect me.  Being stopped to prove innocence does.  

Sucker plays abound. It is sick, sad, and macabre.  The truth is, there is not more murder recently than there was 20 years ago.   Due to the exploitation of things by press, government, and demented people who just have to claim tragedy for themselves whenever possible, it seems as if there are more random acts of mass violence.  Apparently that is not true.

It is another excuse to try to further bundle the living into the slave package of over regulation.  I think I do see the grand plan of the very few who are above the fray, calling the shots.  You'd never believe me.  In any case, so many things can go either way and still serve the purpose.  Many of the so-called debates actually avoid the real question at hand.

Maybe this year I will go hang out around L.A.  Drink the water, take before and after notes and pictures.  Maybe something in the air or water causes these people to blindly jump on total idiot causes. Half the time there is an obvious element of hypocrisy in their crusades.  They don't seem like actual morons, so there must be a reason they come out for such totally stupid things, and seem to be buoyed in their quests by peer  pressure.

Ed Asner is a jewel of the useful Hollywood idiot world.  He hates the rich, although he's rich, and he thinks people like Castro are just the bee's knees.    He and Sean Penn have been bitten by the same bug.  I know I'm somewhat of a Miami redneck still because I always want to punch them whenever I see them say anything.

This year.  No more Mr. PC Nice Guy.  I don't feel like being polite any longer.

Nice Way to Welcome the Year; 2 good sets

So, because I have a tire with a slow leak, and because I despise roadblocks, even if I have nothing to hide, as far as I know.  The party was in the vicinity of roadblockland.  I ended up riding in with Kevin and Lauren, and out with Cliff and Linda.  Fiscal Cliff, I call him.

The party took up the bulk of the restaurant.  The back half is the main dining area, I guess.  Nice enough area for stage and such, and maybe 50 or 60 people.

[photos are bound to show up. I'll put one here to make the post look less boring.  There may be video. If I like it I'll post it]

The guy throwing the party scheduled a few different people to play.  He either gave them 15 or 30 min set.  Plus he had some of his old band mates in, so he and his crew played plenty.

We, the Coppercreek crew from Ballistic Mountain, played a thirty minute set.  Then played again for maybe twenty minutes or so.  Time flew, because I was having fun.

Prior to playing, my ears were plugged up and I could not hear well.  Someone gave me an allergy pill and it gave a little relief.  It was only an issue when I had to sing a verse of a song.  I adapted.

It was an appreciative crowd.  I didn't know the majority of people there, just a core group who play.  That is good because they only react if they like what the hear.  The usual musician crowd applauds for everyone.  It's California, we all get a prize.

They only ran the party from 6 pm to 10 pm.  After that some of us went to a lady's house and played until after two.   They had all the alcohol that you could want, but those driving pretty much refrained, and no one got psycho drunk.

I had no intention of being out so late.  I chose to go to that party because it is part of a long term strategy in my goal of mingling with non-hideous single women who may fall into the age envelope as I see it.  That is not an envelope made of iron or cement. It is highly elastic these days.

At any rate, it is very rare that I enjoy playing as much as I did last night playing with our mountain group.  We had a few people sit in the 2nd set who really did well.  Some of the video has to be good, assuming they got it all.  I think the party house lady and her pal have video of the who thing.

Everyone who played was on their game last night.   One note on the A harped choked, but I think I was able to slur it so that it sounded intentional.  Other than that, I'm not aware of landing on a note I didn't like.

You never know because it trying bluff your way out of trouble you can convince yourself in a nano second that you really did like it and that it was exactly what you wanted.  When I get to play some extended thing in those settings, it reminds me of when I was a kid playing football in the neighborhood.

The yards were good for it.   When I was between the age of 7 and 15, I loved nothing more than running with a football.  Started to go out for it and canned the idea for various reasons.

But the feeling of time changing pace, and of knowing where you are headed but not for sure how to get there.  And the process of navigating through a bunch of older bigger people becomes an artful moment.

Nothing ever gave me that feeling until I started playing at Somewhere Else Tavern way back when.  The hint of that was there or I wouldn't have played so much on my own and with a guitar player here and there.

So, that is why I still play; because, sometimes, it feels like running with the football, reacting before you even register it.  It's really a remarkable thing when you hit that zone.  Not something that is always achievable.  And it may not sound right or do a thing for anyone else.  That's the danger.

Most of the time people tend to like it when I like it, so I don't get banned from playing with others in pubic.  Please limit yourself to the meaning of "playing" in the context in which it was intended.
Thank you

Name Dropping

So, I'm over at Jonathan's (the 12 string guy) and we were talking about opportunities ignored or declined, and the varying reasons for the bad call.  We were discussing past instances in which we fell into company with what turned out to be major players.

Anyway, such discussions can take on the character of fishing tales at the local tavern on the waterfront.  You can usually tell after awhile.  J tends to embellish when telling some stories, but not the ones involving name dropping.  I've concluded those are legit.  And his skill on 12 string is obviously on a level, and has a style, that good players might want.

During the discussion the name of a guy that is not famous, and who played a major role in offering me an opportunity which I didn't take.  At the time I was more clueless than now.

OK, so I was explaining how I still remember the guy's name and that it was XYZ.  J says, that name rings a bell.  I go on about how this guy chose, wisely, to fly jets for the FL Air Guard, declining a chance to tour with a name group.  But he still jammed with them when the were home.

The guy was reputed to be a monster guitar player.  Super nice guy, totally humble, no affectation whatsoever.  I mentioned those things to J and he said he met him in Nashville, that he had something to do with a music production outfit.  He went on to give a physical description, which I had not done.

He's hear XYZ play.  So, is this coincidence?

All of Copper Creek is playing a set at this New Year's party.  I hope I play like I did at practice.  Either I'm delusional or I was finally playing like the real deal.  It's cool and disconcerting when you feel like you hit a new level and enjoy the confidence attendant to that.  Invariably, a little period of confusion and over thinking follows.

I have no idea why I sometimes can do well on anything thrown my way, excluding Orange Blossom Special, and other times everything except the simplest thing throws me.  Lately I have not only felt comfortably free, but I think I've been paying more attention to the timbre and quality of notes and chords.  I also pay attention to everyone else who is playing.

For me, that is what makes it enjoyable to play with this group.  I like listening to them.  Same goes for some other players, but I think this combination of people is special.  I'd love to add a bass and drums or percussion.

I figured out that everyone brings some appeal, but what grabs the crowd is when L is the lead vocal.  She does one semi-blues tune and people notice.  There is something to the quality of her voice that I like.  Vocals that grab you aren't necessarily those that can hit the most octaves and notes.

Not everyone likes him, but enough to make him mega successful.  That's Willie Nelson.  I like him, and I like his voice.  He won't be doing opera soon, but his sound grabs a lot of people.  Doesn't hurt that his harmonica player is one of my favorites.

Anyway, maybe I'll make more effort to motivate these guys.  I'm pretty much in two bands that are practicing and not gigging much, if at all.  J may have a gig later this month. If that includes me, then good.  I'm almost certain it does.  Not sure if this gig will include everyone.  If it does, that is better.

Whatever the case, if I'm going to spend so much time playing, I may as well work it out to start getting paid.  I liked it when we were playing frequently in Memphis.  It didn't usually pay much, but it paid.

I've got to quit playtime someday and figure out how to pull a serious income.   First you get the idea, then you get the nerve, then you have to make the right moves.  People do it.

Everything is a Cult

Instead of to the usual Saturday gathering I chose to go to Poway for various reasons.  That should be no issue, or so one would think.

This resulted in phone messages, and online harassment.  Mild harassment, I should add.  Nothing which might require a high powered legal team, and bending laws in a Supreme Court decision.

Even so, it is creepy when you can feel the flack because you didn't remain in lockstep with a clique.  It is like what happens when a Black politician is not on board with the Sharpton/Jackson line of thinking. They suddenly become "cornball brothers" or worse.  Not "Black enough".

The message?  Do not buck the cult.  Any deviation from cult mores and rules constitutes a horrible crime.

We have plenty of cultish insanity sweeping the country and the world in various forms.  And the rules of engagement tend to be whatever serves the perverse pleasure of the group.

For example, the increasingly popular union tactic of demonstrating in front of people's homes.  It is clear harassment, not legitimate exercise of free speech.  Oh well, ends justifies the means, and in true union/cult fashion, the terrorist defines himself as victim, thereby excusing all crimes he commits in destroying his enemy.

Not sure how the paper which publishes the names and addresses of conceal carry people, or those who otherwise register weapons, justifies its actions.  It is a bit of a stretch to blame the fools* who register their guns for murders they did not commit.   Very few crimes of that nature are committed by registered, legal gun carriers.  Very few.  So harassing them is an odd choice of reactions.

But the victim thing kicks in when the crusade gets rolling and facts are ignored except when they are convenient.  There are those who find extreme happiness in causes which have little to do with solving a particular problem.  They enjoy naming enemies and having a focus for their hatred and tears.  Truly a mental illness.

That seems to be the case of the newspaper.   Although I totally understand the emotion behind those retaliating by publishing the addresses and such of the news reporters and editors, I can't condone it.

Wars waged through the abuse of personal privacy cannot end well.   I don't care what your numbers are or if you think you are the 99.99999999 to infinity percent, that bit of harassing families and residences is wrong and I would support the home owner in chasing you off with firehoses or shotguns.

So, I detect this weak form of human behavior and thought leaking into realms of life I once considered safe.  That which is not the business of others too often is considered information  to which they are entitled.  They think they have right to know, when I think not.

And I do see it as a kind of cultish by-product.  The only reason such aberrant behavior has power and acceptance is due to the hold of the cult.  The cult uses peer pressure and/or mob action.  Few people will stand up to that because they either cannot think for themselves or they crave acceptance on any basis more than they care to live by a code of values.

This year I plan to make more waves, more enemies, and throw up the finger when appropriate with much less hesitation.


*I said fools only because it is increasingly clear that registering guns and being all legal and on the government's approved list sets one up for easy targeting should mandatory buy-backs or confiscation of guns occur.   I suppose you have to trust someone in life, but I think finding someone with a better track record than the current authorities would be desirable.

Old Lang's Lime

Even after reading an explanation of it, I still don't get that song, and I don't like the sound of it; makes me sad in a creepy way.  Has to do with the trauma of youth, I suppose.

All I know is that New Years eve is one of my least favorite festivities.   All the holidays which beckon amateurs to try their hand at getting drunk and running around in public doing stupid things are on my least favorite list.  It's all in My Book.

Even so, someone is having a party in a room of a restaurant or bar and I will be in attendance.  It will mostly be a lot of people playing music and that is why I was invited.  I'm not sure where the place is located, but I know the general vicinity.  I think they set up roadblocks between here and there.   Not a thing I like even though I don't even drink.

With luck I can escape prior to midnight. That is my plan.  The place is closer to the city than I like.  I prefer the less populated areas during times of mass merriment, enhanced police oversight, and crazy traffic.

I sure did become spoiled in a short time after moving here. It is a nice area, and I have the luxury of living out in the sticks with a great view, distant neighbors, not much traffic, and low crime.  It's kind of a house of cards in my case, but it is a somewhat idyllic (in my world view) circumstance, house of cards or no.

Just Floating Thoughts

Well, they may not be just, as is "just and fair".  I guarantee they aren't fair.  I've grown to despise the way that term and unfair are used.

It seems that in years past I rarely spotted any deer out here.  They aren't on Ballistic Mountain, per se, but they are along the roads leading here from the east and the west.  I creep along those roads when it is dark.  I passed two tonight that were very close to the road on the inside of a curve.

They blended with the background and I didn't see them until I was right there.  The shoulder was narrow, and they exuded an air of such idiocy you could cut it with a knife.  I wondered how such cute, but dimwitted, creatures could live long enough to achieve the size of these two deer.

Fortunately, they just stood there.  They were facing the same way I was.  Otherwise they'd have said, "Oh boy, headlights!  Let's dive into them!"  As I passed, I could tell they tried to catch a little headlight buzz, but they were too late.

Where are the coyotes when you need them?

Best of 2012??

That was the title of some show on hulu.  You can bet I passed on that. One thing I've figured out about hulu; the staff there sees the world through a lens far different than my own.

Either that or they list their staff picks according to how much they want to cause total strangers pain.  I guess that is still demonstrating an outlook far different from mine.

The good thing about no cable, no satellite, no tv other than what I pul off the internet, is that I can dodge the over-done drama, and the wildly insane discussions.  At least, I can avoid such things to a point.

Because the world ended Dec. 21st, and we still find ourselves slipping into a new year.  It's just around the corner.  Bridges are for new centuries and millennia.  Corners usually work for new years, I think. But you can't underestimate the value of "on the horizon".  Lot of territory can be covered with that.

Oh back to the thought.  Due to the above stated status of the universe, I think I should just answer some questions bluntly.

What can we do about the violence?
Legalize self defense.  Other than that, you can't fix it by making laws and wringing your hypocritical hands, like a miser contemplating a big pile of money.
Really, what laws that weren't already in place in these sites of violence would do any good at all?  What good did those already on the books do?

Fiscal Cliff.  or to some, physical cliff.  Morons.  But, hey, morons are people too, and their opinion is just as valid and important as anyone else's.   Nothing more to say.  I think I captured the kind of reasoning which is carrying this dog and pony show forward in my previous sentence.

Overall, violence has not increased in the USA for quite some time--allegedly.  I can't tell the difference too much in my personal life.  I've lived in too many different places to be a good judge.  Miami was violent, Greensboro wasn't too bad.  Memphis was nuts and criminal.  It is rather relaxed here.

There are always neighborhoods that everyone knows are dangerous.  Part of the big pretense.  Pretend that they are just responding to things out of your control, and blame yourself if you take a wrong turn and get attacked by zombies.

Anyway, I find this area to be OK.

I started off, off subject, I think.

So, you know how the number one hobby among cats is acute paranoia?  I wonder if people have that same thing, and the real smart people know how to make money and enjoy power by feeding the paranoia and anxiety. We may be cats, and not even know it.

I can't tell you about the few interesting facets of 2012 in my world.  I do hope 2013 is more prone to abundance.

Christmas Is a Good Influence

Regardless of one's religious beliefs, within some limits, the Christmas hooplah, even the big over commercialization of it, serves as a small link to the past.  Some of that would be erased from the culture, and any records if many trendsetters had their way.

The image of people tipping their hats as they passed on the street, around the end of the 19th century, or even later, is something worth preserving.   And I certainly wish we had the girl selling matches in the freezing snow, half alive due to poverty and bad luck.  She was a person of character and honor.

I really wanted to comment about the end of the world.  Doesn't it seem that the end of the world is about the same as the middle?  I'd have never guessed that the end of the world would be the same as before the end.   I'm not sure what I would have guessed.

What if the world did end, and this is how death works; you just keep doing whatever it is you think you do.  Probably not.

Seriously, it stands to reason that the head calendar guy for the Mayas said, "OK, let's knock off now, we have the calendar set up until the end of this big era.  Who makes plans hundreds of years in advance anyway?  Let's just pretend we're working. Who will know or care?"

So, they just quit with the calendar thing.  Such a coincidence that the last day of their calendar coincided with the end of the world.  People sure do crave prophesy.  It is like a mental illness which is intrinsic to our species.

I realize that pointing to anything which is of European cultural origin, like the added social niceties and kindness which our stylized remembrance of things indicates was present in old fashion Holiday Land. I may not be white enough to get orange Blossom special, but I do feel at home with my imaginary images of people on the street from the land of Dickens, and Scrooge.

It doesn't escape me that there were some very poor people, hard times, and all that, but I am fine with ignoring that, and instead focussing on the ideal of the times.

At any rate I like Christmas despite the fact that I have trouble with some of the tenets of just about all of the Christian religions.  That is really not the point.  I'm not out to change the various churches. There is something to be found in this holiday that is of a positive nature without involving one's self in religious debate.

How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?  As many as will fit.

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Holiday Disclaimer

On the off chance that your long anticipated Christmas, Quasi, Hanukkah, Solstice, or Rumdum greeting and/or gift has not arrived, and if I got your holiday wrong or improperly spelled, you can be sure I'll send it sometime later on. Maybe in 2013.

I may have either forgot or just didn't get it done because I live in another time zone.  It doesn't mean you weren't on my mind, or that you shouldn't send me things of value.

Figuring out if someone is married or otherwise taken can be a trick.  Especially of others are around and the dynamics make it awkward and unadvisable to quiz the object of interest.  That's right, I said, "object".   Why is that?  I think it is because I am obviously not PC, and must be a real masher.  Is that bad?

I'm going to find a way to learn the facts of this case, and proceed accordingly.  

I stocked up on trinkets to bestow upon various people, and I ran out.  There have been years when I spent twice this year's total budget on each of maybe five people.

The ones that mattered most cared the least.  It is a bummer to give something you think is cool, and know has market value, but the recipient doesn't like it.  I've only found a very few people in my life who did not appreciate either the significance of a gift or the item itself or both.  It has happened though.

Fortunately, I have no concerns this year.  Everyone matters, but not in that way.  And I went to no great expense.

I like all jingle bell lights and such around.  Out in the sticks Christmas is much more enjoyable than in the congested areas.