The Blue Bird of Happiness Looks down on Harley Dad. 
Friday, January 26, 2007
Deer Framed by Woods
Deer lying in snow and hiding from the ubiqitous HarleyDad. HarleyDad armed with his camera fearlessly hunted down deer and took picture with no regard for his own safety or life. Deer in Ozarklandia
Deer along side Ozarklandia back road. Warning it is hunting season, the deer may be armed and dangerous. Train Over Missouri Bridge
I hear a train comin'
It's comin' down the tracks
(Picture dedicated to Josh
who sings the Folsom Prison Blues)
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Winter Storm Apologies
Sunday, a week ago, Ozarklandia was hit by a winter storm. We lost power for three days. HarleyDad, Brokerbelle and Shan Tora became a pioneer family. We went searching for wood and cut it out of blocks of ice. We had about two plus inches of ice.
We went through various trials and tribulations including weather in the 8 to 12 degree fahrenheit area, a garage door that got stuck open, a truck that died, snow under our roof etc. etc.
Yet for all that we were very fortunate. After two days of camping out, we checked into one of the local hotels (the seventh one we called that day).
Many people remain without power. We have returned to normal except for that nagging feeling that perhaps this was preparation for the "big one."
Down comforters are good. So are candles, batteries, propane, food that does not need to be cooked, wood and fireplaces. Matches and kindling are great.
TV's, movies, video games, computers are all nice, but are not necessary.
Of course, no computers meant no blogs. Sorry. I did however snap a few pictures even without power. It is great to have a digital camera that is a wind up.
People began talking to one another again. We told ghost stories and would have roasted marshmellows had we had any. Yeah, we need marshmellows next time.
HarleyDad
We went through various trials and tribulations including weather in the 8 to 12 degree fahrenheit area, a garage door that got stuck open, a truck that died, snow under our roof etc. etc.
Yet for all that we were very fortunate. After two days of camping out, we checked into one of the local hotels (the seventh one we called that day).
Many people remain without power. We have returned to normal except for that nagging feeling that perhaps this was preparation for the "big one."
Down comforters are good. So are candles, batteries, propane, food that does not need to be cooked, wood and fireplaces. Matches and kindling are great.
TV's, movies, video games, computers are all nice, but are not necessary.
Of course, no computers meant no blogs. Sorry. I did however snap a few pictures even without power. It is great to have a digital camera that is a wind up.
People began talking to one another again. We told ghost stories and would have roasted marshmellows had we had any. Yeah, we need marshmellows next time.
HarleyDad
Pink Ice
The ice was cold on the lake; however it was gently kissed by the sun leaving a lovely pink blush as the evening arrived. It was almost as though there were an apology to the geese for all the bad weather that they had endured.Copyright E.Jett 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Tay Does the Bunny
Tay is doing the "Bunny". I don't think there is any hidden meaning here. However, perhaps Ms. Millenium is trying to be a Playboy Bunny.At any rate the Bunny song was my favorite song.
Tay's Friends
Tay's Friends are tied up with their performances and are unable to speak to Tay right now.
You Are In Town
My daughter, the ImpQueen and granddaughter, TayBelle a.k.a. ChristmasBelle, decided that it was time to move HarleyDad’s cultural level up a notch. For that reason HarleyDad and Brokerbelle were invited to see TayBelle in a play called “You Are In Town.”
“You Are In Town” was evidently a play where TayBelle had a key role. HarleyDad responded that he was a rich guy and could buy TayBelle a whole box of donuts and she would not have to be satisfied by just one puny old sweet roll. Neither ImpQeen nor TayBelle were amused and ImpQueen explained that TayBelle was a thespian. HarleyDad responded grumpily that even though he respected different sexual persuasions, he did not really think his granddaughter was a thespian because he knew she had several boyfriends.
By then ImpQueen had had it. In exasperation she exclaimed “ACTING, DADDY, ACTING.” Now that ImpQueen explained it in terms of Saturday Night Live , HarleyDad got it. “Yeah, I understand” HarleyDad said. I am not an uneducated man. I attended Baylor Barber College of Knowledge down in Waco, Texas. I know these things. You mean my daughter is a “Drama Mama.” She is an actresses doing plays on stages, street plays etc, like a “Drag Queen.” “Well , almost” replied the ImpQueen she does get dressed up in this play and her role is Ms. Millenium.
Being educated in these matters, it was with some excitement that Brokerbelle and I traveled out of Ozarklandia to another part of the state to see our granddaughter strut her stuff, oops, I mean perform.
I was excited to see “You Are In Town” which I surmised was written by Thorntown Wilder and was a sequel to “Our Town.”
Well we got there and was I ever pissed off. My granddaughter evidently was a star in an All-Star Musical called Urinetown. Urinetown is a Broadway musical about a town where you had to pay to urinate (down here in Ozarklandia we just say “pee”). Broadway is a place somewhere around New York City where people are all teed off at one another and even piss in the streets to express their courage and individuality.
My how things have changed since HarleyDad was a boy. We didn’t talk about things that people did with that part of the anatomy. But now I guess privates aren’t private any more. They are “publics” and plays are written about them and high school students that shouldn’t be peein’ at all are playing roles about it and getting honors and awards.
If you want to be uppity and edicated and all advanced, then I guess you can go to the website for Urinetown. You can find it at http://www.urinetown.com/flash/index.html
They don’t show very many dirty pictures so they aren’t pornography (which is defined as photography without clothing) or nothing like that .
Well it was a long play and drizzling outside, so HarleyDad had to keep excusing himself and running off to the little boys room where thankfully the students were not selling programs, tee-shirts that said “ I was pissed off at Urinetown”, piss pots or Urinetown coffee mugs. But enough of bathroom humor. Evidently the play was a rousing success and everybody enjoyed it. TayBelle played a magnificent role.
HarleyDad however explained to ImpQueen and Taybelle that he had attended uppity plays before and new fangled method acting. He knew what the Theatre of the Absurd was and he had attended such wonderful musicals before such as “Hair” which really wasn’t about hair but was about mooning the audience, so HarleyDad knew good acting when he had seen it. And by the way, TayBelle was a good actress, but still the mime was a terrible thing to waste.
All that being said HarleyDad returned to his pick-up truck whistling “The Age of Aquarius”, and he and Brokerbelle returned to Ozarklandia where he was safe from noveau art once again.
“You Are In Town” was evidently a play where TayBelle had a key role. HarleyDad responded that he was a rich guy and could buy TayBelle a whole box of donuts and she would not have to be satisfied by just one puny old sweet roll. Neither ImpQeen nor TayBelle were amused and ImpQueen explained that TayBelle was a thespian. HarleyDad responded grumpily that even though he respected different sexual persuasions, he did not really think his granddaughter was a thespian because he knew she had several boyfriends.
By then ImpQueen had had it. In exasperation she exclaimed “ACTING, DADDY, ACTING.” Now that ImpQueen explained it in terms of Saturday Night Live , HarleyDad got it. “Yeah, I understand” HarleyDad said. I am not an uneducated man. I attended Baylor Barber College of Knowledge down in Waco, Texas. I know these things. You mean my daughter is a “Drama Mama.” She is an actresses doing plays on stages, street plays etc, like a “Drag Queen.” “Well , almost” replied the ImpQueen she does get dressed up in this play and her role is Ms. Millenium.
Being educated in these matters, it was with some excitement that Brokerbelle and I traveled out of Ozarklandia to another part of the state to see our granddaughter strut her stuff, oops, I mean perform.
I was excited to see “You Are In Town” which I surmised was written by Thorntown Wilder and was a sequel to “Our Town.”
Well we got there and was I ever pissed off. My granddaughter evidently was a star in an All-Star Musical called Urinetown. Urinetown is a Broadway musical about a town where you had to pay to urinate (down here in Ozarklandia we just say “pee”). Broadway is a place somewhere around New York City where people are all teed off at one another and even piss in the streets to express their courage and individuality.
My how things have changed since HarleyDad was a boy. We didn’t talk about things that people did with that part of the anatomy. But now I guess privates aren’t private any more. They are “publics” and plays are written about them and high school students that shouldn’t be peein’ at all are playing roles about it and getting honors and awards.
If you want to be uppity and edicated and all advanced, then I guess you can go to the website for Urinetown. You can find it at http://www.urinetown.com/flash/index.html
They don’t show very many dirty pictures so they aren’t pornography (which is defined as photography without clothing) or nothing like that .
Well it was a long play and drizzling outside, so HarleyDad had to keep excusing himself and running off to the little boys room where thankfully the students were not selling programs, tee-shirts that said “ I was pissed off at Urinetown”, piss pots or Urinetown coffee mugs. But enough of bathroom humor. Evidently the play was a rousing success and everybody enjoyed it. TayBelle played a magnificent role.
HarleyDad however explained to ImpQueen and Taybelle that he had attended uppity plays before and new fangled method acting. He knew what the Theatre of the Absurd was and he had attended such wonderful musicals before such as “Hair” which really wasn’t about hair but was about mooning the audience, so HarleyDad knew good acting when he had seen it. And by the way, TayBelle was a good actress, but still the mime was a terrible thing to waste.
All that being said HarleyDad returned to his pick-up truck whistling “The Age of Aquarius”, and he and Brokerbelle returned to Ozarklandia where he was safe from noveau art once again.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
What You See Ain't What You Get
That’s right. Things have changed. What you see ain’t what you get. Appearances are deceiving. That “sweet young thing” shown in People Magazine has had had a breast implant, her teeth straighten, and wears colored contacts. She has had liposuction, wrinkles removed, a tummy staple, a nose job and who knows what else.
Schock Jock, Howard Stern, awards paid breast implants to those lucky strippers that he interviews. You might say he awards “bobbie prizes” to his guests.
And hey we are not just talking about the women. The guys have been sectioned and parted as well. That poor bald head has had a new rug weaved on it and he has a new nose job to boot.
Desirability and sexuality is the name of the game. Medicine is so far along that if you don’t like your sex, change it.
Now I grew up in New Orleans. And so I saw a lot of things. There were places filled with female impersonators and we had “bird cages” all about. I heard stories of some of our football players who went out on dates and were they surprised that the girls they picked up in downtown New Orleans were not always girls. And Rue Paul in those days was as common as the girl next door.
So things are not always what they seem at first blush. And believe me we should blush plenty these days.
We can change the parts of our bodies like parting an old Chevy. If you don’t like it, change it. If it doesn’t work well enough, then enhance it or supersize it. We advertise, male enhancements on T.V. I wonder who ever wrote those ads. What a stroke of genius. Take the advertised medication and if you get so enhanced that if you can’t get unenhanced, contact a doctor immediately.
Millions of men watching the ad are thinking, wow, maybe that will happen to me. Millions of women watching the ad are thinking, Wow, I hope that doesn’t happen to him! The attorney who reviewed the ad must have laughed himself or herself silly. The FTC probably looks at those commercials finds itself impotent to say anything at all. Meanwhile I keep trying to figure out how they got those “his and her” bathtubs to overlook the vineyard and sunset. If I tried that in my backyard we would get arrested. And maybe you have to carry the hot water to them in buckets. But hey, you are ready anytime, anywhere in your twin small bathtubs.
Imagine if the people of ancient times or even recent times had our medical technology. Perhaps Socrates would get a tummy tuck. Jesus might have gotten his teeth fixed and Ghandi could have gotten a hair transplant. Wow, I bet they would have been happier people. At least Xantippe, the wife of Socrates, might have been happier knowing that her man had six pack abs.
After all it is not who are in the inside, but what we look like on the outside. That is what the media implies and it appears that many are in agreement.
Perhaps there are few of us around that still believe that what you are on the inside still matters more than what you are on the outside and that you can only shore up the leaky dam for so long.
Schock Jock, Howard Stern, awards paid breast implants to those lucky strippers that he interviews. You might say he awards “bobbie prizes” to his guests.
And hey we are not just talking about the women. The guys have been sectioned and parted as well. That poor bald head has had a new rug weaved on it and he has a new nose job to boot.
Desirability and sexuality is the name of the game. Medicine is so far along that if you don’t like your sex, change it.
Now I grew up in New Orleans. And so I saw a lot of things. There were places filled with female impersonators and we had “bird cages” all about. I heard stories of some of our football players who went out on dates and were they surprised that the girls they picked up in downtown New Orleans were not always girls. And Rue Paul in those days was as common as the girl next door.
So things are not always what they seem at first blush. And believe me we should blush plenty these days.
We can change the parts of our bodies like parting an old Chevy. If you don’t like it, change it. If it doesn’t work well enough, then enhance it or supersize it. We advertise, male enhancements on T.V. I wonder who ever wrote those ads. What a stroke of genius. Take the advertised medication and if you get so enhanced that if you can’t get unenhanced, contact a doctor immediately.
Millions of men watching the ad are thinking, wow, maybe that will happen to me. Millions of women watching the ad are thinking, Wow, I hope that doesn’t happen to him! The attorney who reviewed the ad must have laughed himself or herself silly. The FTC probably looks at those commercials finds itself impotent to say anything at all. Meanwhile I keep trying to figure out how they got those “his and her” bathtubs to overlook the vineyard and sunset. If I tried that in my backyard we would get arrested. And maybe you have to carry the hot water to them in buckets. But hey, you are ready anytime, anywhere in your twin small bathtubs.
Imagine if the people of ancient times or even recent times had our medical technology. Perhaps Socrates would get a tummy tuck. Jesus might have gotten his teeth fixed and Ghandi could have gotten a hair transplant. Wow, I bet they would have been happier people. At least Xantippe, the wife of Socrates, might have been happier knowing that her man had six pack abs.
After all it is not who are in the inside, but what we look like on the outside. That is what the media implies and it appears that many are in agreement.
Perhaps there are few of us around that still believe that what you are on the inside still matters more than what you are on the outside and that you can only shore up the leaky dam for so long.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Tribute to Our Soldiers
One of the finest tributes to our soldiers in the U.S. military was given by Ken Harbaugh, a former Navy Pilot attending Yale Law School. In the course of it he tells about visiting near by the grave of a Sargeant who died serving his country in Iraq. The tribute was given on "All Things Considered" on National Public Radio on January 9, 2007. I found it very touching and would recommend it to you. You can find it by going to the listings on www.npr.org. If you can't find it immediately search in the date area and use the word "Yale."
A link to it is : http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6768730
HarleyDad
A link to it is : http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6768730
HarleyDad
The Scales of Justice
Well HarleyDad stepped on the scales of justice and they broke. It seems that Brokerbelle and I have been living on the fat of the land. Now it is pay back time. The yang is too fat, and it is time for the ying to be skinny to balance our past dietary sins and excesses.
So we have embarked upon a well-known fad diet. The box of food arrived a few days ago. The first instruction was to eat the cardboard container that they were shipped in. No butter or salt on the cardboard. It provided a low cal meal and after a day of not eating was fairly nutritious if not tasty.
Then there are the powdered eggs. I guess I should not have worried. After all they say Military Surplus 1945. If they were good enough for our brave soldiers then they are good enough for Brokerbelle and myself.
There was a final indignity. It is called the "weigh-in." Brokerbelle and I stepped on those lying scales. They must be faulty to show such weight and we had not stepped on them for years.
I have put out a diet alert to my associates and most know not to bother me except with the most trivial of issues. Many of them are dieting too. I wonder if tension will go up in the work place. I noticed the snack bar is keeping their snacks longer.
More on the adventures of dieting later. Perhaps if I have surgery I could cut off part of me and send part of the U.S. and HarleyDad surplus to an undeveloped nation.
Well back to eating cardboard by candlelight.
HarleyDad
So we have embarked upon a well-known fad diet. The box of food arrived a few days ago. The first instruction was to eat the cardboard container that they were shipped in. No butter or salt on the cardboard. It provided a low cal meal and after a day of not eating was fairly nutritious if not tasty.
Then there are the powdered eggs. I guess I should not have worried. After all they say Military Surplus 1945. If they were good enough for our brave soldiers then they are good enough for Brokerbelle and myself.
There was a final indignity. It is called the "weigh-in." Brokerbelle and I stepped on those lying scales. They must be faulty to show such weight and we had not stepped on them for years.
I have put out a diet alert to my associates and most know not to bother me except with the most trivial of issues. Many of them are dieting too. I wonder if tension will go up in the work place. I noticed the snack bar is keeping their snacks longer.
More on the adventures of dieting later. Perhaps if I have surgery I could cut off part of me and send part of the U.S. and HarleyDad surplus to an undeveloped nation.
Well back to eating cardboard by candlelight.
HarleyDad
Monday, January 08, 2007
And the Geese Flew Backwards
Well, last week my camera was being cleaned thanks to the efforts of Mr. Monarch and the ImpQueen who took the camera to an Ozarklandia camera store. HarleyDad lives in the sticks and there is no camera store that does repair in this area.
Someone evidently leaked this hot news to the local flocks of Canadian Geese. All week long they taunted me by such antics as flying backwards, doing pirouettes while flying, doing group flying before wonderful sunsets. They obviously knew that I was a photographer without a camera and so they did world-class goose performances just to "get my goat" as we say in Ozarklandia.
Well, I got my camera back this weekend and the geese immediately all settled down and went to sleep tired from their performances the week before.
Those geese are pretty smart critters.
HarleyDad
Someone evidently leaked this hot news to the local flocks of Canadian Geese. All week long they taunted me by such antics as flying backwards, doing pirouettes while flying, doing group flying before wonderful sunsets. They obviously knew that I was a photographer without a camera and so they did world-class goose performances just to "get my goat" as we say in Ozarklandia.
Well, I got my camera back this weekend and the geese immediately all settled down and went to sleep tired from their performances the week before.
Those geese are pretty smart critters.
HarleyDad
Monday, January 01, 2007
Single File
Copyright E. Jett 2007A flock of Canadian geese line up in single file and fly across Table Rock Lake in the Morning.
Leaving 2006 and Entering 2007
Copyright E. Jett 2007Whether we travel by Harley or by the Branson Belle, it is my hope and prayer that we will travel with God as our Commander and Chief, as our Senior Co-Pilot, into 2007. May we leave behind the failures, sins and problems of 2006 and explore the uncharted waters and vistas of 2007 with Him guiding us and beside us.
Welcome to 2007!
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