Saturday, February 17, 2007

Orlando Rant

I feel that from time to time I should be allowed to generalize and rant when the situation is harmless enough to warrant it. In this case the need to expound is derived from being stuck in the metropolitan environs of that swampy and overcrowded fiasco known as Orlando, Florida. I'm down here on business and will be glad when I can return to the civility and charm of my home in the Panhandle.
Anyway I say let the generalizations begin:

  • There are too many people from northeastern states that are extremely un-courteous drivers and a menace to share the road with. Today I was tailgated by a shmuck from Pennsylvania, cut-off by a jerk from Maine and gestured at wildly by a maniac from Massachusetts. My offense, in the wild eyes of the Boston Bozo, was that I steadfastly refused to run a red light to make a left turn when the arrow changed. Now do y'all STILL want to know why I'm so much in favor of a separate southern Confederacy?

  • Orlando attracts the most idiotic type of tourist. This is most especially true of the ones hailing from the British Isles, who tend to walk around in large groups that often overtake the sidewalk. These Tommy Hilfiger clad Cro-Magnons can be found waiting in long lines to get into Hooters or the Golden Corral after an enlightening visit to Ripley's Believe It Or Not.

  • The gamut of garbage can attractions is extensively wide here and there never seems to be a shortage of gaping simians lined up at the door to fill each one to the rafters. As I drove by looking at this spectacle I was reminded of a quote by H.L. Mencken: "No one in this world has ever lost money by underestimating the intelligence of the great masses of the plain people. Nor has anyone ever lost public office thereby."

  • Disney World SUCKS!

  • I'll be glad when this part of Florida is finally reclaimed by Spanish speaking people again, then maybe some of the colonial charm will return to this over-commercialized, tawdry stretch of neon lit nothingness. At least in Las Vegas you can encounter good food, somewhat more sophisticated entertainments and unique venues and architecture. Orlando, on the other hand, is about as exciting as a trip to the outlet mall where you can be entertained by the mime in the food court. Just don't eat too much, you'll need to save room for dinner at the Cracker Barrel.

  • And oh yeah----Disney World SUCKS!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring

One of the remarkable things about living on the Gulf of Mexico are the incredible rain storms that come and go with such ferocious intensity. The front that passed through Seagrove Beach this afternoon was the same one that spawned a tornado in New Orleans last night which killed one person and caused much destruction. It was the first fatality by a tornado in Orleans Parish since 1971 and only the sixth tornado ever to be recorded in the Big Easy in February.

The recent rash of intense coastal storms is a result of warmer than usual water temperatures in the Gulf and much colder air masses pushing down into the Deep South from Canada that normally tend to pass by further to the north. When these contrasting systems collide you'd better look out brutha!

When the current cold front passes through later tonight, the weather service is predicting sharply cooler readings for the rest of the week, with overnight lows dropping down into the upper teens by Friday night. Now that IS cold for Florida!

Well I was out and about in it today and just happened to have my camera handy. This sure is a whole lot different than the weather they have in the Great Basin.


Hwy. 98


Thar she blows!


Searchin' for fools.

Monday, February 12, 2007

An Art Blakey masterpiece

Art Blakey is one of my all-time favorite jazz artists, not only because of his near total mastery of his instrument (drums) but because he never rested on his laurels and was constantly taking artistic risks by reaching out to explore new territory.

Columbia Records (Sony) has recently re-released his 1956 classic Drum Suite with the Jazz Messengers. This record has the hard driving, fast paced action you expect from his well disciplined and thoroughly rehearsed ensemble but with a distinctly African frame of reference. The first song sets the tone of the album with an introductory Swahili chant followed by a pounding tympani. From here the compositions range from Afro-Cuban and cosmic calypso to classic hard bop that makes you wish Eisenhower was still president as the chrome portholes of your massive Buick Roadmaster sparkled in the smog free Los Angeles sun. Yes there was a time.

A new desert island disc for Beamis. I hope y'all get a chance to enjoy it too.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

The music of Eddie Hazel

This past week I've finally added some new music to my library. One purchase was the result of a review I read in the surprisingly good English music magazine Mojo, while the others were from recent deals that BMG has offered its online customers where it seems that they are practically giving music away to get me to buy. BMG has also dramatically improved their catalog, especially in vintage jazz, so it is not hard to find good music to purchase at the incredibly low prices being offered.

The first CD I want to encourage you to buy (I found it for less than $9 on Half.com) is the recently re-released solo album by Parliment Funkadelic guitarist Eddie Hazel titled "Games, Dames and Guitar Thangs" from 1977. This incredible record is a wide ranging work featuring the accompaniment of the entire P-Funk crew including George Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Bernie Worrell and the Brides of Funkenstein. The sound and style of this disc stirs together a rich and heady brew of Jimi Hendrix, Sly Stone, and sixties psychedelia driven by the funky bopping bass lines of Bootsy Collins. It has even caused my stiffly un-rhythmic white man frame to break out into wild hip gyrating funk dancing (please don't tell my wife). The strongest cut is a cover of the Beatles "I Want You (She's So Heavy)" which has several extended solos and lots of groovin' background vocals from the Brides of Funkenstein. This is a record that I can listen to over and over again.

Unfortunately a fast life and drugs caught up with Eddie Hazel and he died in 1992, but luckily for posterity this resurrected masterpiece bears bold testimony to a brilliant guitarist and the life affirming power of funk.


I'll get to the rest of the music later this week.......stay tuned.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Are your papers in order?

Ve must see your papers!

It has been 16 years since I have had to apply for a drivers licence in a new state and what an eye-opening experience it has been, to say the least. The state of Florida started out by demanding to see my birth certificate and I immediately thought, "what pray tell does this have to do with operating a motor vehicle?" This was quickly followed by the need to produce my Social Security card, which by this time was getting me a little steamed at the wholesale intrusion into my privacy by the likes of the DMV. What exactly was their pressing need for this information in the first place?

All of the previous drivers permits that were issued to me in California, Georgia, Maryland, DC and Utah required no such proctological examination. I politely asked what was the need for all of these personal documents and the lady behind the counter said that they were "tightening up" and recently had become very strict about having identity papers well in hand before issuing licences to anyone. "WHY?" I silently asked myself. Was this going to make the highways and byways of the Sunshine State a much safer place to travel?

Again I asked the ether, "what does this have to do with operating a motor vehicle?"

Near the end of this ordeal they asked if I was registered to vote and I lied and said that I was. The last thing I want to do is register to vote! Are you kidding me? Why was someone at the drivers licence window asking me about that anyway? Had I accidentally arrived at the League of Women Voters office instead? At this point I was thinking to myself "things have really gone quite berserk at the DMV!"

Whatever happened to the good old days of an eye exam, an unflattering picture that highlights the bad side of your face and the requisite long wait in line to deal with a surly government clerk? Ahh how I nostalgically yearn for those long forgotten days of yesteryear when a drivers licence was just that and not the gateway to my innards. The days of Bill Clinton and Gerald Ford are looking better and better by the hour.


The good ol' U.S. of A. in the year 2007

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Shutting down Boston

It is hard for me to reconcile the notion that Boston was once known as the "cradle of liberty" and the storied locale of where many of America's founding fathers hailed from with the recent shutdown of the city and subsequent security related hysteria that was created by a clever ad campaign for, of all things, a cultish cartoon show. It does, however, confirm my belief that we have finally morphed into the scared and frightened ninnies that the central government has intended for us to become.

Listening to the mayor of Boston hysterically ranting about the fact that it cost his city $500,000 to mitigate the effects of harmless advertising signs I could only wonder how long it would be before the slightest deviation from the "norms" deemed by the state would be tolerated from any of us.

I am heartened by the fact that the presiding judge in the case has made it clear to the prosecutor of the two miscreants who put the signs up in the first place that he does not believe that the city has made a sufficient case that they intended to shut Boston down or to cause terroristic mayhem. I was also very moved by the perpetrators refusal to answer any questions from the media except those pertaining to 1970's hairstyles. These young men may indeed someday become folk heroes just like Paul Revere and the Sons of Liberty.

The terrorists are rounded up.

All I can say is what a quivering mass of jelly our whole society has become.

A wise sage, who was born in Boston, once famously said "Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both."

Another sage, from Baltimore, also noted that "The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary."

Amen bruthas!


The terror device ensconced in a rubber gloved hand.

Friday, January 26, 2007

The Living Dead

Michael S. Rozeff is one of my favorite contemporary libertarian writers and thinkers and his current essay, (The Living Dead) published today, seemed to hit the nail on the head for me with what I've been struggling to give voice to of late concerning the society I live in. I here reprint an exerpt that I think summarizes my feelings in a way that I wish I had the ability to say as eloquently myself. Thank God for others who can say what we can't yet articulate but know deeply in our soul.

"A hundred or more years ago, when philosophers declared God dead; when science shook faith; when socialism postulated new ideals; when the U.S. pursued national power; Americans turned away from the beliefs, ethics, and practices that had brought them bounty. And now, after many years, we can see clearly, if we would or could, that we made a wrong turn. That wrong turn cannot be dismissed, as the young and naïve are wont to do, by pointing to the reduced time it takes to travel from Los Angeles to Toronto or to the breaking of color barriers. These things or others like them in even more bounteous quantity would have occurred had we stayed on and extended the proper ethical course of a limited and just government that minded its own business at home and abroad. That wrong turn is measured by such things as near-continuous warfare, broken lives and families, a dependent and dumbed-down population, static standards of living, ever-deteriorating money, humongous debts, greater cruelty, greater indifference to suffering, a greater use of violence, less liberty, less freedom of choice, increasing authoritarianism and militarism, greater welfare, more crime, less justice, less innovation, less civility, deteriorating art and culture, and less civilization.

The ethical underpinnings, however slight, that girded the myth of the U.S. as a beneficial international power have dissolved. The mistaken ideals that launched the U.S. into World War I and further overseas misadventures have proven empty and false. The ill-considered ideas that entangled the U.S. in the international machinations of the world order of states have backfired.

Domestically and internationally, the machinery of state surrealistically clanks on, but it is hopelessly clogged up. Its rhythm lacks measure and cadence in its chaos of nervous exhaustion. It goes through the motions, incanting the tired slogans and spells of its once-powerful magic. The bizarre atmosphere dispensed by the strange and unbelievable practices of the American Empire contains no life-giving oxygen. It suffocates whatever it envelops with a poisonous gas of laws, pressures, and regulations. Morally and ethically dead, dispersing ever-more utterly outlandish emanations, the machinery of state deals death upon whatever it touches.

Having gutted the ethical foundations of life, we have instituted policies of death. More and more we come face to face with our own madness. Today, people constantly refer to things as "crazy." Yet they do not fully realize what they are saying, how deep this craziness goes, or why it is so prevalent.

Political modernity in America is irrational and senseless. The domestic political machine is geared to produce truly incredible wares that did not exist 50 years ago: thousand-mile walls at borders, denuded travelers at airports, 57 varieties of higher-priced and less efficient fuels, know-nothing graduates, asset seizures, uncaring doctors, dirty hospitals, inflating abortions, inflating money, political correctness, money and speech-controlled political campaigns, jigsawed political districts, food and pesticide bans, deteriorating infrastructure, dependency, irresponsibility, clogged courts, women soldiers, grade school sex education, rampaging prosecutors, thought crimes, asbestos insanity, protected insects and swamps, broken families, murderers freed and drug users imprisoned, class action lawsuits, eavesdropping, wiretapping, books of labor laws, unopenable bottle closures, arbitrary environmental regulations, moon bases, and destruction of the rule of law. Aren’t all these products of our society simply madness?

But, you say, I exaggerate. Are we not healthier, wealthier, and wiser? Where’s the chaos? All is in order, is it not? Appearances deceive. Bela Lugosi’s Dracula was suave and urbane. The American inmates are indeed under control, but they are gobbling anti-depressants and other such drugs at a very high rate. Houses are bigger than ever, but meanwhile so are debts and millions of two-earner families run to stay even. Where is the wisdom? Certainly not in Washington or state capitols.

We have only the appearance of a lawful social order. Rigidity combined with outlandish bureaucratic regulation made good by blind obedience are not law but its absence. Chaotic and mad results signify a lack of stable guiding laws of life, not their presence.

The absence of law means an absence of a moral and ethical basis for the products of the American political machine. Those who think there is and defend this insane machine delude themselves as they attempt to delude others. I challenge anyone to show that American political life does anything except constantly flout the Ten Commandments, which are what should be the true source of law, justice, and order. Instead, madness, which is a variety of death that disregards truth and reality, spreads like an infection.

Madness has its own cleverness and intelligence, mind you. It feigns sanity. It accuses the sane of being mad; it makes the sane wonder if they are the ones who have lost their minds. The demon vampire promises everlasting life."

The full text can be found here: http://www.lewrockwell.com/rozeff/rozeff133.html

Thursday, January 25, 2007

The Faces are back!

The Faces

I just obtained the four-disc collection, that was recently released, of one of my all time favorite bands: the Faces. This comprehensive survey of one rock's finest bands was assembled by their former keyboardist Ian McLagan who was able to choose the songs from a wide range of formerly unreleased material. In fact the only thing he left out was their cover of Chuck Berry's "Memphis" which, strangely enough, was one of my favorite songs by them. Oh well, I still have it on vinyl.

I never realized how many other people were worshipers of this immortal group until I read the beautiful 60-page book that accompanies the CD collection. It contains quotes from Jeff Tweedy of Wilco, Slash, Gaz Coombes of Supergrass, Paul Westerberg and, of course, Rich Robinson of the Black Crowes (a band that sounds so much like the Faces that I don't know whether to scream at the blatant rip-off or weep tears of joy that somebody is still reverently keeping that heavenly rock & roll sound alive).

Tweedy's comments especially hit home for me: "The Faces' importance as punk prototypes cannot be questioned; they never appeared to take anything too seriously. Cutting all potential pathos with a wink and a healthy shot of rubbing alcohol--pinky raised, no less. Like the ne'er-do-well that can't even keep a straight face while his clothes are being tossed out on the lawn. Always falling apart and having a great time at it. I love 'em and doubt seriously if we could have had a Sex Pistols much less a Replacements without them."

Listening to this collection takes me back to a time when the world I lived in was a much more fun and easy going place to inhabit. These drunken, skinny louts were out to have a good time and the devil-may-care attitude in their performances brings this home loud and clear. They were also very skilled musicians, who took their art seriously but that art just happened to be rock & roll and as such required an irreverence and lack of pretension that makes them the giants that they are. Thank God for the Faces! They made noise like no one else.

I count myself as very fortunate to have seen them live when I was 15, on the last tour the band ever took in 1975, and to top it all off I had a backstage pass! I'll never forget the moment when my friend David Simon and I were peering into a garbage can full of Heineken's on ice, during the after show party, when Rod Stewart walked up with Ron Wood and said to us "Go ahead, have a few mates!" It was always a party with those guys.

Just in case you youngsters don't know very much about this band they were: Ron Wood (guitar), Ian McLagan (keyboards), Kenney Jones (drums), Ronnie Lane (bass) and Rod Stewart (vocals). A band for the ages.

Oh, and I highly reccomend this CD collection, which is titled "Faces: Five Guys Walk Into A Bar....."


I wanted to grow up to be just like Woody.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Blue Monday

Sunrise over Seagrove Beach

According to a news story I read today this is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year and has been given a name: Blue Monday. The article goes on to state that the reason for this particular day being the most depressing 24-hours of the year is: "Unpaid Christmas bills, nasty weather, and failed New Year's resolutions combine to make January 22 the gloomiest in the calendar."

Well I'm sorry to be so contrary, yet again, dear readers but I don't seem to be suffering from any of those maladies at the present moment. On the first count, I have no unpaid Christmas bills because I am way too cheap and miserly to incur them in the first place. If you got a Christmas card from me count yourself lucky!

As for the second element of gloom, I am fortunate to live in the beautiful state of Florida where the winter weather is some of the most pleasant and sublime in all the world. To know that this is true only requires that I go down to my local Wal-Mart parking lot and count all of the cars with licence plates hailing from Ontario, Michigan, Ohio, Minnesota, Illinois and Pennsylvania. Apparently there are some other folks that have figured out that you needn't be miserable in January if you know how to steer your car towards Dixie.

Finally, I've never been one to go and burden myself with a lot of silly New Year's resolutions. When I see the need for a change in the way I live or how I relate to others then I decide to make it when it needs to be done. Of course, I often need a little prodding, just ask my wife, but wholesale changes should be made as the need arises.

I never have understood this "I'll quit smoking after New Year's" or "I plan on joining a fitness club after I finish gorging myself at this holiday revel. Burp." This has always seemed ridiculous to me and I rarely have seen anyone follow through with these type of resolutions. They always seem to have the seeds of their own destruction built right in when they're formulated in such a manner. I would suggest that one never make promises to oneself while nursing a hangover.

So let me conclude with a heartfelt thank goodness for the 24-hour news cycle and the wonderfully silly stories that keep it full. I hope y'all have a Happy and Bright Blue Monday! Cheers!


Sunset on Western Lake

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Heavenly Skies

My wife likes to get up early and witness something that I rarely ever get to see----the sunrise. She also does this while running, something that many of you know that I only do when being chased by wildlife or ghastly ghouls whilst dreaming. We recently bought a nifty digital camera so that she can now take pictures of the dawn's early light for me to experience later as I become semi-conscious in the awakening steam of freshly brewed coffee.

It's well before I'm awake!

This morning there was excitement about the shots she had taken of the dazzling display put on by Mother Nature here along the Emerald Coast of Florida. I must say that Cecil B. DeMille couldn't have asked for more heavenly looking shafts of light descending from the early morning stratus clouds that delicately hovered above the Gulf of Mexico.


Heavenly light bathes the neighborhood.

During breakfast we decided to call Larry, my former neighbor in Cedar Valley, to see how he was coping with the -20 degree readings that they've been experiencing in that neck of the woods. When I phoned, at 7:15 AM Mountain Time, the thermometer at his place read -17! He said that it had been a three-dog night but he only had two on hand to keep him warm.

Later in the morning I received an email from Larry with a picture of the sunrise over the Markagunt Plateau. It was a perfect bookend to the day break shots that Connie had taken here in Florida. All in all a beautiful universe to live in regardless of the temperature and number of dogs needed to stay warm.


The sunrise from Larry's porch.

The Lord hath His way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of His feet.

Nahum 1:3

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Good cemetery pictures from last year

Ever since I was a kid I've been drawn to the quiet beauty of cemeteries. Whenever I pass by one that looks interesting I like to stop and check out the headstones, making note of the family names along with dates of birth and death. I also like to examine the different types of stone used in grave markers and mausoleums.

Recently I've begun organizing my collection of photos of cemeteries into a file and wanted to share some shots of a few recent visits to the old bone orchard.

Some of my favorite cemeteries are in Los Angeles (Hollywood Memorial being one of my favorites), New York City (Queens and Brooklyn especially), New England and the entire state of Nevada (with spooky boot hills galore). The Deep South is also a great place to find them though the stone doesn't hold up so well with all of the rain and humidity, but the draping Spanish moss really lends a somberly romantic tone when you're in the mood to take a stroll among the dead.

Here in the South ancestor worship is still a sacred institution, so I like to do my part by going to say hey to all those who came before and bid them a fond "good day".


Abandoned rural cemetary, Gainer, FL


Lafayette Cemetery, New Orleans, LA


Springdale, Utah


Point Washington, FL


World's best cemetery soundtrack

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Alas, poor Yorick!

Down home in Walton County

Dead River Road

Back away from the beach a ways, northward along the warped and cracked county roads that lead into thick woods and cypress swamps, lies the backcountry of Walton County. Today we took a little spin along the floodplain of the Choctawatchee River basin and explored parts of this diverse county that we hadn't yet seen before. It was a trip back in time, thank goodness.

To say that the traditional South is alive and well in post-modern America turns out to be the understatement of the year. I'm real glad to see that it's a kicking and a stomping here in these later days. Y'all come visit now, ya hear?


Parking lot at the deer hunting camp on the Dead River


White trash delicacies


The No Name store on Hwy. 81

Feel free to pet the snake before going into the store.


Quiet beauty of the Dead River Swamp

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Happy New Year from Florida!



Been traveling the back roads and scenic byways of the Sunshine State this past week and have just returned home to the precious joy of yowling cats and an empty fridge.

Nonetheless, I am looking forward to the upcoming new year with hope and optimism in my heart and wanted to send y'all wishes to enjoy a safe and sane New Year's holiday by staying home and watching Dick Clark on the boob tube! Better safe than sorry.


I also hope your favorite college teams win their respective bowl games. Georgia plays Virginia Tech on Saturday, so let's hear it for the Dawgs! (Yeeeee-haaaaw!) I'm also getting three and a half points from the boys in Vegas, so life is very good!

Night now y'all.



Ocala National Forest


Way down upon the Suwannee River

Diorama of turpentine production in Perry, Florida


Tarzan in the jungles of Marion County

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Christmas light display

The Walton County seat is located in the charming Victorian era town of Defuniak Springs, Florida. Built along the shores of Lake Defuniak, this lovely little burg is full of beautiful and ornate Victorian homes, churches and a large city park that hugs the lake shore. It is one of the most perfectly round lakes in the world and is exactly a mile in circumference.

During the Christmas holidays the park is elaborately decorated with lights while music is played from loudspeakers mounted high upon the town's municipal building. It is quite a sight, even for Christmas grinches like myself, which is why I wanted to share a few shots of this spectacle with you my dear readers. Oh and by the way, have a Merry Christmas y'all!











Saturday, December 16, 2006

When Johnny comes marching home

There is an interesting article in the current edition of the Nation that reveals a rapidly growing movement within the active-duty ranks of the U.S. military to get the hell out of Iraq. This is a very encouraging sign, which I hope will ultimately lead to more desertions, defections and outright refusals to continue fighting this unjust and unholy war. Here is but one sample from the article, that quotes a 21 year-old infantryman stationed near Mosul, Iraq:

This is my second tour, and as of a few days ago it's half-over. Before I deployed with my unit for the second time I already had feelings of not wanting to go. When in late September a buddy in my platoon died from a bullet in the head, I really took a long hard look at this war, this Administration, and the reasons why.

After months of research on the Internet, I came to the conclusion that this war was based on lies and deception. I started to break free of all the propaganda that the Bush Administration and the Army puts out on a daily basis.

So far in three years we have succeeded in toppling a dictator and replacing him with puppets. Outlawing the old government and its standing army and replacing them with an unreliable and poorly trained crew of paycheck collectors. The well is so poisoned by what we have done here that nothing can fix it.

The full article: http://www.thenation.com/doc/20070101/cooperweb

Monday, December 11, 2006

Bike ride on 30A

After enduring the inhumanity of what passes for bitter cold here in Florida----high temperatures in the mid-50's, it is with great relief and pleasure to be back to normal with readings in the mid-70's. With that in mind Connie and I set out for a ride on the bike path which parallels Walton County Highway 30A (the main drag of Florida's Emerald Coast beach towns). We pedaled from our home in Seagrove Beach westward to the town of Grayton Beach, a distance of about 7 miles.

Many of you have inquired about the new place that I call home, so I thought I'd produce a brief picture album from my morning travels to give you a thumbnail sketch. I'll say this: "It is shore is purty here!"


Morning light along the shores of Eastern Lake


Fall colors decorate the woods of Watercolor, Florida.


A lone gull meditates on the seashore of Grayton Beach.


Preparations are being made for the pelican pot luck.


Sign in front of a Grayton Beach home (Springdale take note)


Western Lake


Connie can't figure out why I always need to bring my snake along.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Christmas in Florida

It's Christmas time here in Seaside, Florida.


Lights in the main square.


I just finished mailing all of my presents off.


The town Christmas tree. Is this even legal?


December sunset from the porch deck of Bud & Alley's Restaurant.