Saturday, May 31, 2008

Day 3 of freeing rusted bolt!

It keeps on frustrating me. Somehow my low self esteem rears its ugly head and whaps me silly. To think a dumb rusted bolt can send me into a tailwind just slays me. When the going get's rough....well, you know the rest. It's getting personal now!

Friday, May 30, 2008

What's it all about, sisters and brothers?

Had to deal with another rusted bolt today, I've tried everything (heat, penetrating oil, breaker bar, worry beads, juju incantations, mayonaise and lipitor)....nothings working. Will it ever release? Am I just spinning my wheels and wasting my time?

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Pain in the butt boat 2nd installment

Everything regarding any boat is a pain in the butt. The key is to have a good attitude. Here is an exhaust hose that needed replacement.....pain in the butt taking it off, another part that is stuck like it's welded together. Then getting it back together with the new hose is also a pain in the butt because the hose is "jes' a 'lil small in diameter.....what a PITB!!

Take a journey on the road to nowhere.

Enjoy the ride.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Let's sing and dance!

“Your true self was never born and does not ever die. It cannot be injured by any kind of weapon. Water cannot wet it. Fire cannot burn it. Wind cannot dry it. The self does not take birth and does not die. It is beyond birth and death and always stays in the same state.”----Yamaraja

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

A letter I found in 1982

Dated June 27, 1979

Hello Sweetie,

I’m sitting in the dad-blessed courtyard commons in between working on a business card for Abby’s Steve & cycling off to perform haircuts on said duo. The brilliant Santa Cruz sun is pummeling me & the shirt which was too thin for the morning’s fog is proving too heavy for the daytime heat. I’m surrounded by the Beautiful People of whom I was never a member but used to fake it with some aplomb. Now I can’t even attempt the act. The air around me is sodden with aimless or pseudo-intense conversation, and it amazes me how alien I can feel. I have been a virtual recluse since your departure, you know; whether or not that event was the catalyst is not clear to me. But at any rate my social interactions are nearing the bottom, limited now to those whom I deem important. Even those, infrequently. Todd’s is my refuge 6 days out of the week-as I grow less tolerant of the human foibles of my compatriots in general, I grow increasingly convinced that he is truly unique and powerful person, whose very “faults” are mainly warpings of his original strengths by society & family. We grow closer; I become healthier. In two days we leave for 10 day’s of walking in the marble mtns; in Sept./Oct. he goes to Europe, without me by mutual agreement; after that we’ll look for a place, I s’pose. Unless we decide to leave S. C., which is an increasingly possible & discussed option. But that’s another letter.

I must assume that your lack of correspondence is due to one or both of two things: a real desire for solitude & isolation,or infrequent mail pick-ups or send-downs. Whatever the cause, I hope and trust that these days and weeks are proving to be a source of pleasure, growth or comfort of some sort. And being hesitant to propose any dates of possible visits after the others have failed to materialize, let me just say that I await your return with bona-fide happy anticipation, and scheme endlessly as to Bike Tours soon to be. Eh?

I miss you lots. That’s so evident when I sit down to write that these words become inadequate messengers. Even news seems dispensible. Oh yes, except: my colposcopy & biopsy showed (drum roll, please) not displasia but chronic cervical infection. I’m scheduled for cryosurgery July 16 but I’m going to inquire as to length of necessary abstainence afterwards: if more than 1 week or maybe two, I may delay until Todd leaves for Yurp. I mean why not?

Gotta go cut hair. Write Write write! Please! Come back come back! Excuse this ridiculous letter but a few hasty words must be better than nothing. I’ll write and draw some good things for you in the mountains.
I love you-----------Colleen

My Daily Post

Today, like most days, I don't really have any material worth writing down. But writing down something makes me feel more relevant in our modern, messed up society. I don't know about you but I'm gonna get my kicks in before the whole shithouse goes up in flames! Check out the price of Ethyl these days!

Monday, May 26, 2008

Even though the sun shines on my back door...

...when I go out my back door the sun hits me causing some sort of weird-ass chemical reaction in my nasal cavities resulting in me sneezing multiple times!....God, are you watching every sparrow that falls?

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Sandy and Bill May 25, 2008

We have Bill here with panel no. 1 for the 38th sendout, May 25, 2008. He's getting into meditation.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

We are all doing really well here in the crazy Nixon home. Pete's working really hard (a mere 6 days a week). He is also planning on going back to school starting this May to be a Nuclear and Electrical Engineer. I am soo proud of him!! He continues to amaze me with how driven he is. Kylie started preschool last February and she loves it! She's always talking about her teacher, Miss Angie, and about all her friends in her class. She recently just had her first book fair and a donuts with dad day. It just reminds me of how big she's getting. Shaelynn is jealous of her big sister going to preschool. But she'll be able to join her next fall. In the meantime, we are working on getting her potty trained. She's learning sooo fast. She even went a few nights in panties when we were out of diapers. And that leaves moi! I feel like I never seem to have any extra time. But currently we are trying to sell our house and that does take up a big chunk. Not to mention, we had a problem when we were fixing our sprinkler valve outside. Long story short, we are currently having to dry our walls and floors and replace trim and paint and it's definitely stressing me out. Not something you wanna deal with when you're trying to sell your home. Ah well, you just deal with what you get dealt right?

Warhol musing

What's great about this country is that America started the tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same things as the poorest. You can be watching TV and see Coca Cola, and you know that the President drinks Coca Cola, Liz Taylor drinks Coca Cola, and just think, you can drink Coca Cola, too. A coke is a coke and no amount of money can get you a better coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the cokes are the same and all the cokes are good. Liz Taylor knows it, the President knows it, the bum knows it, and you know it.
– The Philosophy of Andy Warhol: (From A to B and Back Again), 1975, ISBN 0-15-671720-4

Friday, May 23, 2008

Words by Charles Lloyd

The world keeps on turning, and I'm gettin' dizzy!

That's right, before you know it, you realise this Bull shit just ain't gonna stop. That's where you have to do a gut check and keep on bookin' brother! Don't let the boss-man get you what you wanna do. I can't tell you who to sock it to!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Dead Gopher!

We have an ongoing gopher problem around our place. And they are hard to snag. Don't like to kill the critters, but what can you do? Pretty soon you're overrun. Don't see any alternative. Have come up with a way that seems to get 'em better than anything else I've tried: look at the picture. Using a 4" plastic pipe you put the McAbee brand trap right up to the edge (the trap is inside the pipe). Dig out the mound until you have "open tunnel." Shove that pipe into the tunnel and there you go. Don't know this why it works better or maybe it doesn't work better but it definately is easier to get the trap out afterwards when the smart gopher piles dirt on the trap then takes off leaving you to pull out a dirt empacted trap.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I Give!

Another day that I capitulate. Each day brings new struggles, and each day I give up to those struggles. When will it ever end....when will it ever end? Each day starts with the craven attempt to compensate for a lack of meaning in one's life, by the end of the day we find (if we don't lie to ourselves, yet most of us do) we have "just done another day" without meaning, without merit. Oh yes unless you are one of those that opine and wax the "spirit of giving." What you're giving is given to yourself (again, at the end of the day). So join me and say "I give!" and let people try and figger out what you mean.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Pain in the butt boat!

You bet it's a pain in the butt! The Riser has a crack in it and soO taking it off so to take it to my welder (everybody needs to have their own personal welder, if they are to survive in this modern, perverted world). The fletchin thing was glued on to the header (everybody needs a header). I mean this thing didn't want to come off. So, I became impatient with it and tore it off with my bare hands!... just like the Hulk would have done! Good thing there weren't any inoccent bystanders! When the Hulk get's frustrated, Hulk gets angry!

Sunday, May 18, 2008

1953 Correct Craft

Project boat! This boat was given to me free. In other words I was given hours and hours of work restoring it. It's been with me for about 3 years and I've just nowadays started doing something. Literally, I am starting from the back (the swim deck) and am going to work my way forward. It's probably not the smart way, but it might be the dumb way. Check out the pictures if interested in this sort of thing.

Uninterupted fabrication of pseudo needs

Alluvus are important, and we all need our needs met but yet many of our so called needs are just wants dressed up in rags pining for the riches to arrive. We can't let that happen. We are conscious and sentient; that's all we need and we are that already, so let us not slip into "down in the mouth" syndrome and take charge of our lives lest social conventions become "alluvus."

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Nailhead engines

Buick, being a status brand, was highly competitive in the drive to design and manufacture state-of-the-art engines that were both refined and powerful. The seminal "nailhead" OHV engine was introduced in 1953, and it became instantly popular with performance fans in countless applications, from custom hot rods, to Mickey Thompson's four-engine drag wagon. With the cutting-edge overhead-valve nailhead, Buick was rightfully proud of the effortless torque production that was characteristic of a Buick powerplant. Fat low-end torque, and lots of it, was the perfect companion to the easy cruising and powerful Buick style. Buick capitalized on the impressive torque by designating their engines by their prodigious torque production, with names like "Wildcat 455" assigned to the 455 ft-lb 401 nailhead used in the '64 Gran Sport. The future lies with nailhead engines, time will prove this out.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

We the Willing

We the willing, led by the unknowing are doing the impossible, for the ungrateful. We have done so much for so long with so little, we are now cabable of doing anything with nothing.

Monday, May 12, 2008

The Beat Goes On

It may be that we live in a constantly changing world. The problem is we don't realise it, we go through our routines thinking things are going to remain the same, yet knowing deep down inside that little by little a little later we're going to be fletched. We have to prepare now for the future.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

What is a virus?

from the New Yorker Magazine:

A virus is nothing more than a few strands genetic material wrapped in a package of protein. They are so rudimentary that many scientists don't even consider them to be alive. In order to survive, since it can't function on it's own, it must attach itself to a cell and then throws a coup de tat, seizes control, marshalls the media, hires a propaganda minister and issues new currency. It's like a molecular game of Risk (the Parkers Bros. board game).

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Another attempt to post what I want, how I want.

trying to insert a photo

Let's Begin, how 'bout it?

Hi, I don't know what I'm doing but I'm going to try to put Sandy and Bill Comics "on the blog" and out of peoples faces in the emails. This will be less intrusive and could be beautiful in it's own way. Under God's Heaven, we will be happy with this.