In short: job is good. Got achingly beautiful square foot of slate tile that zings, it's so pretty. Mustard yellow, ochres, fiery rust, auburn, riveting cobalt blue sprinkles- all against a background of leaden sea grey. No framing required.

The driver's side window of my Mule completely busted the other weekend as me and a friend from work (Mr. Bigglesworth) were trying to roll it up manually. It was permanently cracked open four inches from the top of the door due to an actuator belt snapping, letting a very nasty draft inside with this recent cold weather. 65 mph when it's zero outside= not warm on the skin. Well, he was trying to jimmy the thing to a fully up position when

*PoP*

the thing burst like confetti. Neat.

My computer will be fixed soon. More internet access more often? Perhaps not. We'll see.
I just want to write on the damn thing, altho internet access is quite nifty.

Am at the library, where I just rented a gob of music I may or may not listen to: Wynton Marsalis plays Jelly Roll Morton, Mogwai, Panic at the Disco... Live in Chicago, Aimee Mann, Springsteen's "Darkness on the Edge of Town", North Miss. All Stars, Nelly McKay's "Pretty Little Head", Mike Gordon (of Phish fame) and Leo Kottke- guitar fabulousness.

In closing, I guess a nice pitcture of a squid is in order:




Maybe a post before christmas..

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MEANWHILE, LIFE GOES ON.. AND I'm impressed enough with the news of today to comment. So there was this big climate conference where many many representatives from many many nations got together and boomed rhetoric about the state of the weather on this globe.

The result? Some kind of a stalemate, by my cursory calculations. Lepers arm-wrestling. Hot air, indeed.

What we are going through climactically is not a result of what was done last year. Nor the year before that. No, one must go back decades to get a grasp of where chemical interactions in the atmosphere have rendered our cyclical weather patterns askance. I believe that the majority of the world's population who are even aware of the data behind "global warming" or "climate change" think that this dramatic shifting of weather patterns had as it's causality, events over the last few years. Aside from atmospheric scientists, intellectuals, astronomers, and those geeks who watch the weather with obsessiveness, nobody was aware of any notion of "warming" or "change" upon the surface of the earth.

The atmosphere is just as much an ocean as the water that laps our coasts and covers a majority of the planet; it's just that this aeolian ocean is much more succeptible to chemical changes (the water ocean is much more receptive to biological changes). The resultant of spouting foreign gasses and detrius in huge amounts into the airs results in a chemical laboratory gone amok.

And now we are starting to feel the results of it.

Climatic instability will continue and escalate. Like a boy in a bathtub sliding back and forth, the waters get choppy to the point of chaos, where nothing can be accounted for with science. Even the best computers can not calculate where water in a tub will go if churned enough. All we know is that it is going somewhere. Extremely recent climactic data show the weather to, in visual terms, resemble something like a Jackson Pollock canvas. Where this goes, nobody knows.

What gets me, and duly frustrates me, is the way that this is being handled. It's like noting that our house is on fire, and a bunch of people outside are arguing what kind of hose to use to shower water to douse.

The damage is done; the ball has been in motion since most people realize. What I put forth as a gram to the tongue is this:

Hot air doesn't matter.

Water does.

It's all about water. And unless this shit-house all goes up in flames (as some are thinking/hoping/suggesting) water will be the next gold-rush for peoples upon this planet.

It's changing, twisting. Strange.