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Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Organize!

The Chief here, wasting my lunch hour on the internet as usual...

I wanted to do some rejiggering with the blog to try and get a little more consistency and (for me) simplicity. Until now I've been just fooling around, posting pretty much as the spirit moves me. And the spirit tendeth to bloweth where it listeth. Fucker.

So here's the deal: from now on I'm going to try and do 3 posts a week or thereabouts.

Midweek (Tuesday or Wednesday) I'll post about some "thing" that interests me: books, art, music, soccer, the films of Russ Meyer, whatever - what my grannie would have lumped as "the infernal culture". So the Hump Day posts will be about my personal oddities, loves and hates.

Friday I'll post about politics and "ideas": war, peace, love, death and Republicans.

Sunday is "Family Day": where I post about funny stuff that the Peep and Mojo do, activities, travel, etc.

Hopefully this turns the GFT into something a little more easily accessible for my two readers. (BTW - thanks, gals, for the aid, comfort and comments: you're gentlepersons and scholars).

And with that, I leave you a rainy Wednesday and the pen of Frank Cho: artist and monkeyboy. Had I such a gift, I'd never leave the drawing table...


Sunday, June 03, 2007

Time to sleep

Who are these children
Who scheme and run wild?
Who speak with their wings
And the way that they smile?

What are the secrets
They trace in the sky
And why do you tremble
Each time they ride by?

Who are these strangers
Who pass through the door,
Who cover your action
And go you one more?

If you're feeling lucky
You best not refuse;
It's your game, the rules
Are your own win or lose.

Donald Fagan (Steely Dan), 1975