Pop, that's Jimi Hendrix's picture.
Puff, are you bored tonight or what?? Funny pictures. A pet puffin eh?? Interesting idea.
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Pop, that's Jimi Hendrix's picture.
Puff, are you bored tonight or what?? Funny pictures. A pet puffin eh?? Interesting idea.
I cpoied and pasted these pics...I will use my scanner when it works and learn the HTML code tommorow maybe..You must see them! George is very cute1Quote:
Originally posted by mugsy
Pop, that's Jimi Hendrix's picture.
Puff, are you bored tonight or what?? Funny pictures. A pet puffin eh?? Interesting idea.
Shh...Mugsy! You know...She doesn't know that...
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Well Puff....she knows now!! lol
Hurry up the the pictures already! lol
Oh, what the h... I will join you, but sparingly. I will begin with a brief description of my setting. I am at a desk facing two computers, a 1999 Macintosh G333 tower with a 19 inch monitor and also a brand new Titanium Powerbook. Various other pieces of equipment also sit on that desk, ranging from an Imacon film scanner to a LaCie CD burner. A number of minature airplanes are scattered about on the desk and equipment, as well as ceramic and stone cats and a penguin, most being gifts from my daughters, but a couple of my own purchase.
Elsewhere in the room there are file cabinets, heavily laden bookshelves and work tables, and everywhere there are little airplanes, the two most prominent of which hang from my wall and were made by my brother prior to the motorcycle accident that paralyzed and ultimately killed him. A large map of Alaska dominates one wall.
Two electric trains are running. One, HO scale, is pulled by two Alaska Railroad engines and the track that it follows runs around the entire office, eight feet above the floor on the narrow edge of a 2x4 roadbed. There are two propellars perched against one wall, one that was bent in a minor accident that did no other damage to the airplane, and the other that came out of a crash unscathed, although the airplane was done in. The other is N scale and it has taken over a work table.
There are some family photos here and there, and a calendar featuring cows, but the most prominent photo is a portrait of a black cat, hung on the side of a filing cabinet that sits just to my right. That cat is no longer with me, and not a day passes that I do not feel pain about that.
Most importantly, at this very moment, sitting atop the monitor, is another black cat. Currently, he sits with his back to me, looking thoughtfully towards the window. Just a bit ago, his tail hung down in front of the screen, in front of the very words that I have been typing here, but now it is pulled up and is curled around the right side of his legs.
He is not a replacement for the first black cat. I did not seek him out and after I became aware of him, I tried to ignore him, to leave him to whatever fate awaited him, but I could not. So he now sits atop my monitor and he is my friend.
Ouups! the tail just came down and is hanging in front of these words again... no, no, wait... the black cat has arisen and is stepping into the window sill. He is now on the other side of the curtain, but the sun is shining directly on him and I see him in silhouette.
Now, really, I must get back to work.
What a poet...ahh...:DQuote:
Originally posted by Frostfrog
Oh, what the h... I will join you, but sparingly. I will begin with a brief description of my setting. I am at a desk facing two computers, a 1999 Macintosh G333 tower with a 19 inch monitor and also a brand new Titanium Powerbook. Various other pieces of equipment also sit on that desk, ranging from an Imacon film scanner to a LaCie CD burner. A number of minature airplanes are scattered about on the desk and equipment, as well as ceramic and stone cats and a penguin, most being gifts from my daughters, but a couple of my own purchase.
Elsewhere in the room there are file cabinets, heavily laden bookshelves and work tables, and everywhere there are little airplanes, the two most prominent of which hang from my wall and were made by my brother prior to the motorcycle accident that paralyzed and ultimately killed him. A large map of Alaska dominates one wall.
Two electric trains are running. One, HO scale, is pulled by two Alaska Railroad engines and the track that it follows runs around the entire office, eight feet above the floor on the narrow edge of a 2x4 roadbed. There are two propellars perched against one wall, one that was bent in a minor accident that did no other damage to the airplane, and the other that came out of a crash unscathed, although the airplane was done in. The other is N scale and it has taken over a work table.
There are some family photos here and there, and a calendar featuring cows, but the most prominent photo is a portrait of a black cat, hung on the side of a filing cabinet that sits just to my right. That cat is no longer with me, and not a day passes that I do not feel pain about that.
Most importantly, at this very moment, sitting atop the monitor, is another black cat. Currently, he sits with his back to me, looking thoughtfully towards the window. Just a bit ago, his tail hung down in front of the screen, in front of the very words that I have been typing here, but now it is pulled up and is curled around the right side of his legs.
He is not a replacement for the first black cat. I did not seek him out and after I became aware of him, I tried to ignore him, to leave him to whatever fate awaited him, but I could not. So he now sits atop my monitor and he is my friend.
Ouups! the tail just came down and is hanging in front of these words again... no, no, wait... the black cat has arisen is stepping into the window sill. He is now on the other side of the curtain, but the sun is shining directly on him and I see him in silhouette.
Now, really, I must get back to work.
Frostyfrog, you are awesome...We must get back on topic. Well, George is lying comfortably on a chair next to the computer. My house is twenty years old in a rural setting next to Blue Spring State Park/Forest. To the left at the top of the road, there is a road going over the railroad track with forest on either side going for miles and miles and miles...Until you get to one of the 3 big cities. Most of it, like Sanford, is a country town and is always wary of black bear sightings...To the right you go to a little town of Deland, with shops and resturants, okay I guess. A few book shops, a store called Merlins Vision...very charming, but I really wish I were is San Francisco...Florida is known to be the home of rednecks and dummies, well that true to some extent...:rolleyes: :)
WOW FROSTFROG!!! You speak so relaxing!! Just reading your post got rid of my headache!:)
My old little hose is well, old, but has a hallway, one bathroom, a mini bathroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. I live alone. The backyard is overgrown and is frequented by stray cats, or are they bobcats? I can't tell...Then there is a FOREST BEHIND THE WOODEN FENCE! Darn it caps lock.
With a Puffin trap, no less!!!! Now back to work, Frostfrog - We understand you are busy. Skritch that nameless and mysterioooous black cat (with many toes) under the chin for us!! And we send our condolences to your heart on your bittersweet memories of the cat that has gone before. Thank you so much for stopping in!! God, you are such an artist with words. One of my favorite mediums, I might add!! Now THERE's an eclectic topic, Mugs -----? The artistry is in the abilty to use words in such a way that they let the reader's mind develop an image as clearly as if (s)he were thinking the thoughts her/himself.
Hmm...You are quite a poet indeed. I'm amazed!~~~GET YOUR BRILLIANCE OUT, DUCK!
Unless of course you're from Key West Puff! lol
FF...where are you located in AK?? That is my dream place. My aunt used to live in Anchorage, but moved to Idaho because of health reasons.
I'm truly sorry to hear of your brother and black cat. You will always have them in your heart.
Our dogs are spread out all over the house and someone just got yelled at by Mike because they chewed up his kneepads that we bought to put down the hardwood floor that we bought at auction. George and Jessie are lying on the floor behind me and DeeDee is on Mike's computer chair...who knows where everyone else is, but my guess is that Jazzy is on the bed and Max, Daisy, and Sammy are on the couch.
yOYOYO...pA(R)TY IN DA HOUSE YEAH MAN TOTAL;Y DUDE....I'm scaring myself. I guess I am meant to be a scientist, gosh darn it.
Works for me kohala!!
And everyone is right FF...your words flow so peacefully...I can just about picture the room. I do apologize if I'm being redundant here, but are you a writer by trade??
Hey Puff...don't quit your day job there dude!! lol
Puffin, that was a great description of where you live - I can SEE it!! Being in California, it is tradition to knock things Floridian, but remember - Florida gave us one of my favorite poets : Jimmy Buffett! Ever read any of his books? They're hilarious!!
Idaho, Mugs? Wow,man! That's where Dadcat's folks sent him as a kid and where he claims as his true home! It's where we hope to go when I retire. Northern Idaho, near the Pond Oreille (if I spelled it right!!) In case Frostfrog is busy now, he is a writer; I PM'd him and he's a delightful correspondant!!
I am picturing what must be a fabulous home with beautiful furbodies draped all over!!!
Pop, Puff is in Florida, not Caly...he visited there last month.
Kohala, I'm sorry I can't remember the name of the town my aunt lived in in Idaho, but I've seen pictures and it's gorgeous. Mike and I are planning on moving to Northern Wisconsin...gee that's something else we have in common...we prefer north to south!! And thanks for the update on FF...he must do well for himself, because he sure is good!! Actually, if I had a dream place to live it would be Alaska. Jimmy Buffett eh?? hmmm....that explains a lot!! lol j/k. I didn't know he'd written a book...what's the title??
Alright...in a few hours they should be posted, the pictures, that is. And for the state of Idaho...I imagine that as one of the countries wildest states, is it? Oh yeah, Floridas a real dump in some places, most it is of natural beauty, but its not what I'm looking for.
Don't stereotype us. We know how to peck.Quote:
Originally posted by popcornbird
I think he lives in San Francisco and is just joking around. After all, aren't puffins the best jokers? ;)
Kohala, you are so puffin like. Don't get a puffed head, it took me a box of Puffins Cereal and a pschotherapist dumping them over my head to get puff-tized! Good luck, you truly have the life force of a TUFTED PUFFIN!Quote:
Originally posted by kohala
Puffin, that was a great description of where you live - I can SEE it!! Being in California, it is tradition to knock things Floridian, but remember - Florida gave us one of my favorite poets : Jimmy Buffett! Ever read any of his books? They're hilarious!!
Idaho, Mugs? Wow,man! That's where Dadcat's folks sent him as a kid and where he claims as his true home! It's where we hope to go when I retire. Northern Idaho, near the Pond Oreille (if I spelled it right!!) In case Frostfrog is busy now, he is a writer; I PM'd him and he's a delightful correspondant!!
I am picturing what must be a fabulous home with beautiful furbodies draped all over!!!
The title? I think it was The complete and unabridged sexist play, Taming of the Shrew, according to meHahaha...~~~Quote:
Originally posted by mugsy
Pop, Puff is in Florida, not Caly...he visited there last month.
Kohala, I'm sorry I can't remember the name of the town my aunt lived in in Idaho, but I've seen pictures and it's gorgeous. Mike and I are planning on moving to Northern Wisconsin...gee that's something else we have in common...we prefer north to south!! And thanks for the update on FF...he must do well for himself, because he sure is good!! Actually, if I had a dream place to live it would be Alaska. Jimmy Buffett eh?? hmmm....that explains a lot!! lol j/k. I didn't know he'd written a book...what's the title??
My shifts donne for this morning, I'll be back later because there is no Kohala and no mugsy, as well as a disappointig lack of Frosty frogs, er...The Duck
First - thanks all for the kind welcoming comments. In answer to your questions, I live in Southcentral Alaska, one hour by car north of Anchorage, but the entire state is my stomping grounds. Mugsy, Alaska was my dream home up until 21 years ago this month, when I pulled up stakes and made it my real home. Once I arrived here, I realized that Alaska had always been my home, it was just that I had been living away from home.
The question as to whether or not I am a writer is a good one, indeed. Time will provide the answer. I would like to be, but I find myself so busy with projects that demand I write that I do not have time to write. With the help of the cats who live here and of other cats all around the world, I hope this will one day change.
Sometimes, when the stress overwhelms me, I put on a certain album on the CD player, turn the volumn on loud, then several chords blast out, followed quickly by a high pitched, trembling riff and then a raspy voice consoles... "There must be some kind of way out of here..." for I too am a fan of the Hendrix, even as I am of Mozart, who I see has been reincarnated as Cat of the Day.
I enjoyed the description of your home, Puff. I was in Florida in April. Had I have known about you and George - if, indeed, you and George were together then - I would have looked you up and immortalized you, although I could not have added even one minute to your lives.
As noted, I will post sparingly, if not shortly. That is the best I can do.
The black cat is curled up on my shoulder, nudging my nose with his nose, forcing me to raise my elbow in order to enlarge his platform of support, forcing me to type with my right hand only. He is wonderful, this little character whose name is Jim - Jim Slim Many Toes.
"And the wind cries, 'Mary!'" I am not a poet, but Jimmie is.
I thought that was the Wind They Call Mariah?? lol
Uh Oh another Hendrix fan...I'm afraid!
Well, maybe when we can afford to move up there, we will get it done...I would love it. One of the teachers in my building also wants to move up there.
Thanks for the post and keep them coming when you get a chance. I really look forward to them. Good luck with the cats...I kind of feel like that with the dogs.
For Puffin83
Did I miss the thread where you talked about your kitty?? You can post a picture later.
Oh, Jimis version of "All along the Watchtower" is stellar. He was a brilliant electric guitar player, I have a Stratocaster, like the one in the signature picture. He died young at 27...Quote:
Originally posted by Frostfrog
First - thanks all for the kind welcoming comments. In answer to your questions, I live in Southcentral Alaska, one hour by car north of Anchorage, but the entire state is my stomping grounds. Mugsy, Alaska was my dream home up until 21 years ago this month, when I pulled up stakes and made it my real home. Once I arrived here, I realized that Alaska had always been my home, it was just that I had been living away from home.
The question as to whether or not I am a writer is a good one, indeed. Time will provide the answer. I would like to be, but I find myself so busy with projects that demand I write that I do not have time to write. With the help of the cats who live here and of other cats all around the world, I hope this will one day change.
Sometimes, when the stress overwhelms me, I put on a certain album on the CD player, turn the volumn on loud, then several chords blast out, followed quickly by a high pitched, trembling riff and then a raspy voice consoles... "There must be some kind of way out of here..." for I too am a fan of the Hendrix, even as I am of Mozart, who I see has been reincarnated as Cat of the Day.
I enjoyed the description of your home, Puff. I was in Florida in April. Had I have known about you and George - if, indeed, you and George were together then - I would have looked you up and immortalized you, although I could not have added even one minute to your lives.
As noted, I will post sparingly, if not shortly. That is the best I can do.
The black cat is curled up on my shoulder, nudging my nose with his nose, forcing me to raise my elbow in order to enlarge his platform of support, forcing me to type with my right hand only. He is wonderful, this little character whose name is Jim - Jim Slim Many Toes.
"And the wind cries, 'Mary!'" I am not a poet, but Jimmie is.
Yes he did die young, but by his own choice....remember it was drug related. Just like so many other music stars of the 60s...Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin,....etc, etc, etc.
Yeah, but he was brilliant!~~~
Brilliance is a relative term here...he was brilliant on a guitar, but I'm not so sure how brilliant he was in making choices.
Don't get me wrong..I like some of his work. I thought his National Anthem was in extremely poor taste though.
Me too, I guess ye are right, elder!~~~DARN IT! j/k!
Darn it! Now I reminded of why I resolved to limit my forum participation to Cat of the Day. On COTD, I can make one brief statement that needs no followup and with little risk of offending anyone. Now, I am on this forum and the topic has become not cats but Jimi Hendrix and I can either ignore what has been posted or say what I think and risk offending someone. Well, it is not my intent to offend anyone and I hope I do not, but I am here, the topic is Jimi Hendrix and I disagree with some of what has been said, so I will say my piece.
Let me preface my comments by noting that I do not use drugs, tobacco or alcohol, although at times I certainly have. I am a loyal American, am proud to fly the flag and I have no doubt but what I would die for this country.
Above, I referred to both Hendrix and Mozart in the same paragraph. In my opinion, of all the composers lumped in the broad category "classic," three stand out far above all the rest: Bach, Mozart and Beehtoven. Some like to include Brahams in there, but, personally, I do not believe he rises to the same level. And of those three, I think Mozart had the greater gift. Yet, like Hendrix, he too made some choices that one could say were not so wise and this ultimately contributed to his early death. Yet his music has been rightfully described as divine, as though Mozart were merely a conduit between the celestial realm and earth. It is appropriate to play Mozart at even the most solemn of church services, yet Mozart did not lead a holy life.
But he had a gift, and so did Jimi Hendrix, and both had vices that killed them but this does not diminish the music of either.
Now, as to Hendrix's rendition of the Star Spangled Banner: many people have tried to pin their own interpretation on his playing of that piece, though Hendrix himself never elaborated anywhere other than on the guitar, although he did describe the anthem as "beautiful" and in so many words said that because it was beautiful and because he was American, he had to play it and he played it in the way the way that he played in the time that he played. And when he played it, I believe, he rose to the very highest level of guitar mastery of his entire career and if anyone has ever risen higher, I have not recognized it.
He played in a way that some failed to grasp, and many still can not. But I grasp it, and to me, Hendrix's version of the Star Spangled Banner is the most beautiful and moving that I have ever heard. It brings tears to my eyes, it is so beautiful. There is no disrespect in it. It is American, 100 percent and when I hear it, I am both glad and proud to be an American. Only America could have produced that beautiful, rugged, fragile treasure known as Jimi Hendrix.
Listen to it again, and listen carefully, without prejudice.
There. I have said my piece on this subject and I will leave the matter behind. Perhaps I should retreat once again, and stick just to Cat of the Day.
I agree about the Star Spangled banner, but I tried not to get in an argument with mugsy...
I also would have to agree that the Star spangled banner is a very beautiful and moveing piece.
Lets give a big, wonderful Woohoo for Hendrix! [Outside in the cold distance...the princess kept the view]
We sometimes tend to favor the traditonal. To listen to Hendrix's version you need to clear your mind and just listen to the exquisite guitar work. There is a depth of feeling when he played it that is rarely duplicated. Many people have emoted through it ad nauseum, but his rendition is truly a musical offering of the heart. Give it another listen sometime, Mugs! You may not care for the style, and that's OK; you may prefer traditional, and that's totally OK, too; I have always loved an eclectic (ha - there's that dang word agin!) variety of guitar styles, and likewise disliked some pieces that others like. It's all taste, and thank God for variety!!!!! Love you all!!
Grasshopper sez - meow
First, FF, you did not offend me in any way shape or form. You are giving your opinion and that's kind of what this thread is about. Please don't retreat...I so enjoy reading what you write, you truly have a special gift.
As for Hendrix's version of the National Anthem, like kohala said, I guess I just favor the traditional when it comes to that. But, that's just a personal choice there. What makes this country great is that people are free to express their opinions and imagination without fear of retribution. Whatever makes your heart soar with patriotic pride is what you should identify with, not what everyone else does. The traditional is what does it for me...the same reason that I enjoy my Catholicism...tradition...just like Topol said in "Fiddler On the Roof."
FF...I truly admire you for standing up and saying that you would go and fight for this country...it's becoming a nasty thing to want to do that...this country has become very selfish also. I will say though that 9/11 truly woke most of us up.
I really enjoy this stuff...it makes my mind work and I love that.
Thank you, Mugsy - and HOORAY, HOORAY, HOORAY for the miners and rescuers of Somerset County!
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