Saturday, June 25, 2016
Monday, June 20, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 6/20/2016
Friday, June 10, 2016
How's your day going? I went to an n.a. meeting ...going to go home and mow the lawn. Funny, after that karate class we did up in Summit, I was talking about needing to go home to mow the lawn, and Shanti gives me a little smile and says something about going home to mow her own lawn. Funny. I think everybody liked the class.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 6/10/2016
Monday, June 06, 2016
I haven't felt like sharing anything personal. Actually there might be a thing or two. It's funny how certain events turn out to be not as fun as you thought they might be. Going out to see Space Neighbors at Tyee was a drag. I didn't like the place, and there weren't many people to support the band. Much different than their enthusiastic show at the Avery Park space. They aren't much of a band in that Nick Rivard and Navarro aren't the greatest, and the outer space and silliness and semi-funky funk aren't much really.
Too bad you can't hear Melanie sing. That's a shame. So anyway, I got out of Tyee fast.
Then there was the Bombs show. Melanie was funny with her guest list thing. I wonder if that was a joke or she was just messing with me to be funny, or another possibility, it had nothing to do with me.
So that's what it is. Enjoy life for now, not what might happen down the road, but it happened with Karen, why not again? Maybe a different life than I've really experienced thus far, although I have had a lot of good times in my life.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 6/06/2016
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Low Kindred Stump
-by Chris Farrell
Posted by Chris Farrell at 5/17/2016
Monday, May 16, 2016
Saturday, May 14, 2016
and leads a humdrum life indeed
as none beside herself would lead
and what wi’ hogs and ducks and geese
can never have a minutes peace
bangs down the yard thro thick and thin?
nor picks a road nor cares a pin
who (save in sunday bib and tuck)
goes daily (waddling like a duck)
oer head and ears in grease and muck
who used to pattins or to clogs
Who takes the swill to serve the hogs?
And steals the milk for cats and dogs
Who frost and Snow as hard as nails
Stands out o' doors and never fails
To wash up things and scour the pails
Who bussles night and day in short
At all catch jobs of every sort
And gains her mistress' favor for't
And who is oft repaid wi parise?
In doing what her mistress says
And yielding to her wimmy ways
For theres non apter I believe
At 'creeping up a Mistress' sleve'
Then this low kindred stump of Eve
Who when the baby's all besh-t
To please its mamma kisses it?
And vows no Rose on earths so sweet
But when her mistress isn't nigh
who wears and wishes it would die
and pinches it to make it cry
Oh rank deceit! what sould could think
But gentrly there revealing ink
at faults of this this friend must wink
Who, not without a 'spark o' pride'
Tho strong as Grunters bristly hide
does keep her hair in paper's typd
and mimicking the Gentry's way
who strives to speak as fine as they?
and minds but every word they say
And who (tho's well bid blind to seey stuff?
as her to tell ye A from B
things herself none o low degree?
who prates and runes oer still
...to be continued
talked to now deceased Valerie Tate for a week year before last on skype and she made me see nothing was really happening...thanks, I owe you for that, too bad it's too late to ever see the person ...such a great person and intelligence ....such a great perception. Oh well. I'd say a face from the past, but we never actually met outside of skype.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 5/14/2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
Old friend Alex asked me a while ago how I can do that "nothing happening" thing I do all the time. I guess it is a thing I do. It's a special quality that I have partly through karate and it's way of seeing things. Karate is really good at not speaking instead of saying something, and that changes things, somehow.
It's because pieces need to come back together before I might have things happening, like with a group of friends: and I think particularly of how much my Oregon friends would like my friends from Berkeley, if they were to meet. I can guarantee there'd be some frisky dancing, some Hendrix, a bit of Pink Floyd, and delve into the deep meaning ....I mean, get high and play some music.
I mean, I have things happening...karate, music, but ....I see why I had to get out of the Berkeley scene..... no place, etc.
But given that I might have been talked about a bit, so what? What good is that doing me now?
On the other hand, things aren't so bad. You could say that karate and family support got me to where I am today
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/18/2016
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/17/2016
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
today in the countryside it was hotter than a crotch. I stood alone upon a hill and all I did was watch. I mean tried to, or something.
I sure wouldn’t mind seeing a naked female body though, that’s for sure. So that is what it is, and we go through strenuous battles to get through and make all of it an issue somehow. So there you go, and we all can appreciate most of this, I would guess. It’s nice to have Nancy as a new friend too, that is for sure. It's a drag I never see Karen too.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/13/2016
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Monday, April 11, 2016
except for this physical ailment, which has me worried.
Gordon Lee's place, past Blogette on old Blogette road, was really cool, quite magical like Summit, but he's in a really nice spot, kind of a low valley with the tumtum river right next to him, frogs, supposedly a swimming hole, but he's not gay as far as I know, but anyway, it sounded nice. We sat and played a couple songs and smoked his skinny little well rolled joints. It's so great to be out there when I can. Maybe next time we can get some chicks out there too.
He's a talented musician. He'd be great in our band, but anyway him and me can work on some songs.
I bought a 600 dollar Taylor acoustic/electric. I am sure I'll have chances to play, and I need at least a pretty good instrument, considering how great of a guitar player I am. Or better than some, I guess. But who cares...?
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/11/2016
Tuesday, April 05, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/05/2016
Monday, April 04, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/04/2016
Saturday, April 02, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/02/2016
Friday, April 01, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 4/01/2016
Thursday, March 31, 2016
I'm watching season two of Fargo. Great show. Then there's Broad City about a couple of broads in the city, not able to take anything seriously, and then TPB, of course, and something else...so many good movies. I should watch Carlito's Way again.
And maybe some of those awesome japanese films directed by...forget his name. Ozu. Some good films..I can understand a few of the words....need to work on my Spanish too.
or speak it.
Doing karate together must be somewhat similar to dancing together..... something I haven't experienced, but I understand it's done. Togetherness is so important...for happiness.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/31/2016
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/30/2016
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
I remember going over to ward once...didn't really know the guy in college, that is to say, he was living there and Barrington previously, but the point being, I walked over to Ward from Barrington, and everybody had gone elsewhere to do something, I guess, and he was sitting there staring at a Mac Plus, I asked him what was going on and he was like, "they all took off, I'm trying to write this paper." like very matter of fact. The dude knew a lot about music, good guitar player, I didn't really know at the time ....but ...but yeah a certain attitude and kind of the usual bullshit going on, while trying to get decent grades.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/29/2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/28/2016
Saturday, March 26, 2016
I'm more aware of things that I say that others might find strange, so that seems like progress to me.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/26/2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Lean out of the window,
for I heard you singing
a merry air.
my book was closed,
I read no more
watching the fire dance,
on the floor.
I have left my book,
I have left my room
for I heard you singing
through the gloom.
singing and singing
a merry air
lean out the window,
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/23/2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
This is a little story sensei Graves told me at his 75th birthday party: we had driven down to go to it. I asked him what's new and he looked a bit frustrated and then proceeded to tell me this story;
He and another karate guy who quit long ago had gone up into some river on the inside stretch of Pacific coast in Canada...and they had come up to a waterfall and the engines were going full steam but the current was so strong that they were immobile....he had pictures. That story could be interpreted a number of ways.
I may as well go home and try to cook up the kale and collard greens that are slowly aging in the fridge.
Posted by Chris Farrell at 3/20/2016