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100 days of Trump make me want to stop reading the news. Sometimes it is funny. That the president is like the Monopoly man, a 30s New Yorker cartoon lampooning the rich, or Flagstaff (?) (Groucho Marx role in Horse Feathers). Then it is imposing, an imposition, barometer pressure oppressively rising - stormy weather. Reading about the tax plan, to make LLC lives even easier - the ones who tear up the city, cut down the trees, put people in boxes, and use your money to turbo charge their life style. And, as has happened to me, suggest they are holier than you because they panned gruel at a food line one morning as cameras snapped. Now, the New York developer is in the vault, throwing dollars like custard pies with relish, and it becomes pain funny bone pain, maybe, but pain. We may have to go to war in Korea again, unfinished business to finish, and fear. Shooting hibernating bears a problem? - we can make it happen! 100 days of Trump make me want to stop reading the news. On th...

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Look out, it's MOAB coming! I read the news The Mother of All Bombs Fired away Mr Trump said it was huge and to what's next answered Make it bigger Call out the dancers Get me the doctor Bring on the enhancers. - Jack Vaughan Related http://www.cnn.com/2017/04/14/asia/afghanistan-isis-moab-bomb/

Been a couple of years, but Dylan has opened up in interview again. The occasion is the 3-cd set called Triplicate. This music he is recording and discussing, this is what I was listening to before folk music and the Beatles. Really it wasnt until Tamborine Man and Satisfaction that I got with rocknroll. There is still an old time easy listening station on AM in Boston and everyone in my family tunes into it from time to time. The melodies and arrangements are great - and it is so removed from everything else. Through YouTube have been able to track down the Swing Vocal versions of Jazz standards ( No Moon at All ), and discover more deeply the lush bygone era. (I am reading by coincidence a bio of Bing Crosby by Gary Giddens, with detailed descriptions of the arrangements of his great numbers.) So given that I appreciate that Dylan appreciates this trove of musical art. And his singing has gotten better through the process of doing the five or so CDs, but he still has so much tr...

Chuck Berry (Oct 28, 1926-Mar 18, 2016) No Money Down My cousin Derrick's Chevy! As I was motivatin' Back in town I saw a Cadillac sign Sayin' "No Money Down" So I eased on my brakes And I pulled in the drive Gunned my motor twice Then I walked inside Dealer came to me Said "Trade in you Ford And I'll put you in a car That'll eat up the road Just tell me what you want And then sign on that line And I'll have it brought down to you In a hour's time" I'm gonna get me a car And I'll be headed on down the road Then I won't have to worry About that broken - down, raggedy Ford "Well Mister I want a yellow convertible Four - door de Ville With a Continental spare And a wide chrome wheel I want power steering And power brakes I want a powerful motor With a jet off - take I want air condition I want automatic heat And I want a full Murphy bed In my back seat I want short - wave radio I want TV and a phone You k...

Power9 die Let me riff a little on Kuno Meyer. His name surfaced on my horizon way back. The book was Selections of Ancient Irish Poetry (1911). I bought a replicated version of the book - which was something you did back in the day on out-of-print books whose copyrights had expired. A nifty version of Selections of Ancient Irish Poetry is now on the Web via the Way Back machine . Memorable name and it belonged to a guy who was very deep into early Irish poetry. His translations were amazing. You know there are some people (Angel Flores is another) who get it, when it comes to translating poetry. I didn’t really know anything about Kuno himself. And was disappointed when I looked him up (cursorily) that there wasn’t much about his talent .. but there was a whole lot about his controversy. I just learned today he was a German scholar, and he went to Great Britain as a student, and he developed a love for Irish poetry. But what he became famous for was something completely othe...