Green marble staircase
Winding slow-like forever
Think like a slinky

Cut finger bad with
Sharpest knife on HSN
Award winning pride

Elvis and Donald
Stick together, friends always
Friends forever, love

Today is the day. 10:45 is right now. Cars whizzing by the house. The cat’s been lost for some hours. I hear her pitiful, sporadic cry, perturbing and nearly indiscernible, like a retarded ghost. I’m finding it difficult
                             to
       locate
                    it’s
source. Besides, the cars keep drowning out my leads. I suspect she may be trapped in a wall or in a closet or cabinet or some such nonsensical place. The desperate moans come and go, annoyingly sparse and scarcely out of the bag. They seem to shift elusively as I approach, almost as if they were attempting to fool me. I take two steps forward, they take two to the left. I take two steps to the left, they take two backward. I take two steps backward and fall into the toilet. But how can such a needy cry deny earnest and open assistance? It happens every day.

≈∆¬’∞ = cats

Oh God. OMFG. Francis Bacon is such a heartthrob.
Lend me your ear, my little lamb. LOL, RSVP.
Swing the accordion between your legs and feel enchanted just the same.

It’s been a while since I’ve left a post on the blog.  I was captured by natives of an island off the coast of Iceland where I was made to play baroque music everyday - which I didn’t mind at all.  I am now back and able to post lovely blogs…oh boy do I love blogging!

Now, ever since I started reading C.P.E. Bach’s “Versuch Über die Wahre Art das Clavier Zu Spielen” (his book on how to properly interpret music of the time on the harpsichord and clavichord), I’ve been in need of a harpsichord.  Not in need as in, “oh, I need a coffee today”, but more as in, “I need air, food and water”.

And now…I have one.  She’s a beauty, she sings like an angel and I’m in love with her.  See for yourself:

Ali’s new baby

Notice how the low F-sharp and G-sharp are split into two keys.  This is a split octave system used on some harpsichords in which you can reach a lower range than what it looks like.

The music stand is loaded up with Bach, Bach and more Bach.

Any ideas for names?

Today I was in the grocery store, Trader Joes specifically, minding my own and all, turning over squashes and feeling the frozen spinach. Alas, I have everything I want neatly together in my shopping cart. Now I’m looking at which check-stand line to get in as this commonly turns into an aggravating experience for me. A single 22 year old guy, let’s be real, there’s a cute girl at a check-stand, that’s where I’m going, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. 

There I am standing waiting my turn as the lady before me watches her groceries with a hunger that would make a starving kid in the Calcutta District feel like he should give her his food. And I’m standing there watching the check-stand gal and I start thinking of ways that I could talk to her, what I might say, what she might say, and here we go, it’s my turn. 

I am so wrapped up in thinking about what to say, that I barely say anything, just offer to help bag the groceries, ask her how her day is going, and she’s very nice and talkative and we agree that it’s freezing in the store. Here’s your receipt. Bye. 

Damn it. Come on man,  all you had to do was ask her out or anything, write your number on the receipt and hand it back. Damn it. Okay fine, I’ll just go back in there and say I forgot something. 

So there I am, and I say, something to the extent that I was walking back to my car and realized that I didn’t even try to pick up on the cute check-stand gal. She laughs, blushes a touch. And I quickly snatch up one of the little flowers they had for sale at the counter and say I forgot this. I pay for it, and I tell her that it’s for her. More blushing, she says, “seriously!?!?”, yea really it’s for you. Thanks! Here’s your receipt. Okay take. Care. 

Turn and swim to shore.

What do you call a gay dinosaur?

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A Mega-sore-ass

It’s Spring, soon to be Summer - Love is in the air.
War is fine, but love is better!