Monday, August 24, 2015

So I just googled...

“Is Jesse Felder shaving yet?”
Yes, he is.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Rat Rod-o-Rama

Charlie and I went to Pottsville (just north of Merlin) on Saturday for the Eighth Annual Rat Rod-o-Rama.

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If you don't know what a Rat Rod is, it's a hot rod that's mechanically sound...
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...but cosmetically challenged.

Some might say it's a hot rod that's not finished, but the true rat rodder knows it's never going to be finished.
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Interior decoration is generally an afterthought...
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...or maybe, in some cases, an obsession.
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The general idea is to make do with what's at hand.
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Here's a starter kit...

(Not sure I'd trust that spare.)
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... and the price is certainly right.

"Runs and drives great."

That's what counts!
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You could get started for a lot less.

Style, after all, is what counts.
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Good door art is important.
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Although some more resembles nose art.
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It's very important when you're stitching all this together...
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...to ensure that your vehicle is not under-powered.

(Click the pic for a close-up.)

Monday, August 17, 2015

The Play List To-Night

An eclectic selectric:
  1. Elena Urioste, Carmen — Fantaisie Brilliante
  2. Grateful Dead, Terrapin Station Part 1
  3. Pletnev, Beethoven's 5th, 3rd & 4th movements
  4. Grateful Dead, Catfish John
  5. Jethro Tull, Thick As A Brick
That last being the greatest single work of the boomer generation.

(I may be mistaken, but I think not.)

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Acres of Clams

I’ve wandered all over this country
Prospecting and digging for gold
I’ve tunneled, hydraulicced and cradled
And I have been frequently sold.

For each man who grew rich by mining
I saw that a hundred grew poor
So I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that is sure.

So rolling my grub in my blanket
I left all my tools on the ground
And started one morning to shank it
For the land that they call Puget Sound.

Arriving flat broke in midwinter
I found it enveloped in fog
And covered all over with timber
As thick as the hair on a dog.

When I looked on my prospects so gloomy
The tears trickled over my face
And I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumping-off place.

So I staked me a claim in the forest
And sat myself down to hard toil
For two years I chopped and I struggled
But I never got down to the soil.

I tried to get out of that country
But poverty forced me to stay
Until I became an old settler
Then nothing could drive me away.

And now that I'm used to the climate
I think that if a man ever found
A place to live and be happy
That Eden is on Puget Sound.

No longer the slave of ambition
I laugh at the world and its shams
As I think of my pleasant condition
Surrounded by acres of clams.
Never heard anybody sing this until I taught it myself. My lips move when I read music but eventually I puzzle it out. A couple verses here I hadn’t known before — still trying to work them in.