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Thursday, April 20, 2017
Drawing: Faces No. 1541, 1405, 1577 — Three faces on found wood
By Jack Brummet
[Sharpie™, Micron .08, Windsor and Newton Markers, and 4B Pencil on drift plywood and a wine crate]
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Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Drawing: Faces No. 1937 — On line at Starbucks for first day Unicorn Frappuccino™
By Jack Brummet
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Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Monday, April 17, 2017
Ken Kesey Wisdom
Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.
You don't lead by pointing and telling people some place to go. You lead by going to that place and making a case.
Take what you can use and let the rest go by.
To hell with facts! We need stories!
People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.
The trouble with super heroes is what to do between phone booths.
Ken, on a bus trip heading east, stopped in Yellowstone and saw a sign that said "Beware of Bear" and said : This used to mean be aware of the bear. But now, it means "be afraid of the bear."
I have a bad habit, it is true.
But I have to offer more than I can deliver,
To be able to deliver what I do.
Always stay in your own movie.
You're either on the bus or off the bus.
... you think this is too horrible to have really happened, this is too awful to be the truth! But, please. It's still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it's the truth even if it didn't happen. (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest)
When Shakespeare was writing, he wasn't writing for stuff to lie on the page; it was supposed to get up and move around.
To hell with facts! We need stories!
Good writin' ain't necessarily good readin'. (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest)
The frontiers we broke into in the '60s are still largely unexplored.
When you're around the whole Dead scene, they're there as a tribal thing; they're there as part of a rendezvous and a pow-wow.
The truth doesn't have to do with cruelty, the truth has to do with mercy.
Leary can get a part of my mind that's kind of rusted shut grinding again, just by being around him and talking.
The fundamentalists have taken the fun out of the mental.
He knows that you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy. (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest)
I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph.
Nowhere else in history has there ever been a flag that stands for the right to burn itself. This is the fractal of our flag. It stands for the right to destroy itself.
You've got to get out and pray to the sky to appreciate the sunshine; otherwise you're just a lizard standing there with the sun shining on you.
Listen, wait, and be patient. Every shaman knows you have to deal with the fire that's in your audience's eye.
The truth doesn't have to do with cruelty, the truth has to do with mercy.
Leary can get a part of my mind that's kind of rusted shut grinding again, just by being around him and talking.
The fundamentalists have taken the fun out of the mental.
He knows that you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy. (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest)
I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph.
Nowhere else in history has there ever been a flag that stands for the right to burn itself. This is the fractal of our flag. It stands for the right to destroy itself.
You've got to get out and pray to the sky to appreciate the sunshine; otherwise you're just a lizard standing there with the sun shining on you.
Listen, wait, and be patient. Every shaman knows you have to deal with the fire that's in your audience's eye.
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Sunday, April 16, 2017
Poem: A flight of swallows
by Jack Brummet
A flight of swallows
Spins outside the window.
One by one,
Stars turn on
And the yellow sun
Cycles to dusty rose
As it sinks
To the other side.
The moon's in tune,
Stars turn on
And clouds drape themselves
Across the sky.
In the web
Of the Milky Way we careen
Through space, twirling on earth's axis,
Around the sun, and into the black.
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A flight of swallows
Spins outside the window.
One by one,
Stars turn on
And the yellow sun
Cycles to dusty rose
As it sinks
To the other side.
The moon's in tune,
Stars turn on
And clouds drape themselves
Across the sky.
In the web
Of the Milky Way we careen
Through space, twirling on earth's axis,
Around the sun, and into the black.
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Saturday, April 15, 2017
A load of ca-ca in Germany
BERLIN (Associated Press story):
"One can only imagine the expletives uttered by a Bavarian driver and his teenage daughter after a farmer accidentally filled their convertible with a trailer full of manure. German police say the incident happened Saturday near the town of Altomuenster, about 30 kilometers (19 miles) northwest of Munich.
"The 52-year-old father and his 14-year-old daughter were parked by the roadside when a tractor pulling a trailer of liquid manure swung in their direction. The maneuver sent the entire load pouring into their Renault convertible, covering the occupants from head to toe with slurry.
"In a statement Monday, police said the car is likely a write-off. On the upside, they noted: "nobody was injured."
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Reactions from China to Donald Trump
How the news President Trump won't label China a currency manipulator plays in China:
- "Eating his words!"
- "Trump slaps self in face, again"
Friday, April 14, 2017
Poem: [Let the blue turtle go]
By Jack Brummet
Let the blue turtle go
Train your eyes
Like a bobcat
Leave the knife beneath your cloak
Let things pass
Because all things must pass
Awareness of danger
Like a bobcat
Leave the knife beneath your cloak
Let things pass
Because all things must pass
Awareness of danger
Brings fortune
As you cross the cold cold sea
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