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Saturday morning grooving along.
Lovely early autumn day.
the Acorns are starting to fall at the church lawn up the road.
Moms fet your kids to gather them up and get on their bikes and sow them to the four winds.
New Zealand needs more trees.
No doubt the possums and the kine will get some but others will survive.
Not much in the ppaper this morning.
News from Uruguy. They have de-criminalised cannabis and are quite happy with it. They seem to have missed the point though which is why so many people in the industrialised west need a drug of some sort to ameliorate their existence. There are a plethora of legal nostrums to get them through the day but the one most people prefer seems to be cannabis. There is a connection here between being able to grow it yourself and prohibition. i.e. it cannot be made into a revenue producing business.
Pretty crummy really but thats the reality of the liberal domination of life and consumption.
Only the capitalist can be allowed to turn a profit.
And the criminals are there to keeps the cops in business.
and you see that here in New Zealand our valentines day flowers come from India and in the United States they come from Kenya and its okay for capitalism to stink up the air we breathe with all this nonsense but it aint okay to do it for yourself.
Fair is foul and foul is fair.
hmmmmmmm.
The rag is filled with enconiums and testimonials for the National party.
They going at it hammer and tongs.
They must be really scared.
Had a good night last night getting into Docs Prescription. Great CD. He was honoured both by Presidents Carter and Clinton as a national treasure. His technique of flatpicking old time fiddle tunes created a huge explosion in guitar playing everywhere and his fingerpicking was of the absolute highest order too.
He had the book of olt time music and folk music and blues to pick from and he had a marvellous voice to boot.
Nowadays it aint music unless there is some hired gun flailing away on the strat with a tone dialed in.
hmmmmmm.
Thats about enough now.
The town clock tolls eleven and I need some sustenance.
Lovely early autumn day.
the Acorns are starting to fall at the church lawn up the road.
Moms fet your kids to gather them up and get on their bikes and sow them to the four winds.
New Zealand needs more trees.
No doubt the possums and the kine will get some but others will survive.
Not much in the ppaper this morning.
News from Uruguy. They have de-criminalised cannabis and are quite happy with it. They seem to have missed the point though which is why so many people in the industrialised west need a drug of some sort to ameliorate their existence. There are a plethora of legal nostrums to get them through the day but the one most people prefer seems to be cannabis. There is a connection here between being able to grow it yourself and prohibition. i.e. it cannot be made into a revenue producing business.
Pretty crummy really but thats the reality of the liberal domination of life and consumption.
Only the capitalist can be allowed to turn a profit.
And the criminals are there to keeps the cops in business.
and you see that here in New Zealand our valentines day flowers come from India and in the United States they come from Kenya and its okay for capitalism to stink up the air we breathe with all this nonsense but it aint okay to do it for yourself.
Fair is foul and foul is fair.
hmmmmmmm.
The rag is filled with enconiums and testimonials for the National party.
They going at it hammer and tongs.
They must be really scared.
Had a good night last night getting into Docs Prescription. Great CD. He was honoured both by Presidents Carter and Clinton as a national treasure. His technique of flatpicking old time fiddle tunes created a huge explosion in guitar playing everywhere and his fingerpicking was of the absolute highest order too.
He had the book of olt time music and folk music and blues to pick from and he had a marvellous voice to boot.
Nowadays it aint music unless there is some hired gun flailing away on the strat with a tone dialed in.
hmmmmmm.
Thats about enough now.
The town clock tolls eleven and I need some sustenance.
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