Thursday, August 31, 2017

The End of Summer

     The last day of August is not officially the end of summer, but for all intents and purposes, it is. Vacation time is over. I even feel that way well into adulthood when summer does not mean as much vacation-wise as it did when I was a student a long time ago. I am the Jimmy buffett beach bum type. Summer vacation or no, the end of summer calls for at least a touch of melancholy even for the forward looking who enjoy the possibilities of what comes next.
     There is a certain cruelty in summer weather continuing on for a number of weeks into what is almost always a mild fall in South Carolina. We really only have two seasons down here—summer and football. When Christmas is too warm for a sweater, you know you are in the South.
    The cruelest reminder summer has technically ended in my youth was the relapse after a week or two of school of the Labor Day holiday. At one time, it was the last trip to the beach my family would make until the following Easter. Yet myrtle Beach would already be winding down by that time. On our final Labor day weekend trip in 1989, I was forced to take homework with me for the first time. Junior high was much less forgiving of youthful pleasures than elementary.
   Hurricane Hugo came along a few weeks after and destroyed our beach property. We rebuilt it over the next summer, but the beach experience was never the same. The summer of 1991 was the last ever regularly spent there. My parents divorced, and I have only been back to myrtle beach sporadically over the years for quick trips while staying hotel rooms. My idea of summer has definitely changed over the years.
     I hope everyone else had a lovely summer break in whatever capacity it was a vacation. It is time to get ready for fall. Just spare me the love fest you may have with pumpkin spice latte. I am not a fan.     

"The Warmth of the Sun"--Willie Nelson

     Summer does not officially end with the last day of August, but it always feels that way. It feels that way enough to justify posting Willie nelson's mournful cover of the Beach Boy's “The Warmth of the Sun” to mark the end of summer. Vacation days may be over, but we still have the warmth of the sun for a while longer to remind us.
    This is another country cover of a Beach Boys song, and it is a bit cheating to cal it a cover since the Beach Boys are singing back up. But this will not only not be the last time I post a country artist covering a Beach Boys song, it will not be the last time the Beach boys join in the performance. There must be something about their music that lends itself well to country.
   It is most likely a testament to Brian Wilson's talent as a songwriter to transcend musical barriers with his work. He is an underrated genius.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

"Shower the People"--Dixie Chicks


     I know, I know. The conservatives in my audience still shun the Dixie Chicks for Natalie Maine’s comments on George W. Bush at a concert in London. I understand that. But I am also not one to shun people for speaking their minds solely because I do not agree with what was said. If I did that , I would be even more of a reclusive hermit than I am not. There would not be much in the way of movies or music for me, either, now would there?
     If there is one point to concede, it is the Dixie Chicks certainly never lived up to their debut album. Nevertheless, I enjoy their harmony. I am an even bigger fan of James Taylor. The Dixie chicks add a cool twang to his easy listening “Shower the People.”
     The video is from a tribute special to Taylor.       

Monday, August 28, 2017

"Sloop John B"--Dwight Yoakam


     I can count on one hand the number of rock songs---if that is even a classification of music these days—I like from the last decade or so. Country music was once a refuge for those like me who cannot stand rap, pop, or dance, but these days even country artists are using Autotune. The change in style is sacrilege, but what is sacred these days, anyway?
     When searching for MP3 these days in both rock and country, I find virtually nothing worth keeping later than circa 1999 and frequently much older. It has gotten to the point where I am finding more videos like the above in which a traditional country artist covers a classic non-country song. Many of these covers feel like an homage to an era of both rock and country which are long gone and not likely to return save for a back to basics star to catch fire in both genres.
     There is often disdain for covers.  Doubly so when the cover jumps genres. I am not a fan too often myself. But I am feeling the nostalgic rage for the past with better songs in both rock and country. Countrified covers of rock songs are soothing a sore spot I did not know I suffered. So I am going to post a few in the next few days and maybe into the future as long as the quality of what I find suits me.
     I am a fan of Dwight Yoakam and the Beach Boys, so the former's cover of “Sloop John B” is a natural place to start. Yoakam is much like the late Johnny Cash in that when he adds his twang to a song, it becomes his. I will grant you the original by the Beach Boys is still my favorite version, but “Sloop John B” is right at home as a country song.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

The Latest Fight of the Century

     The fight of the century was held last night. Only seventeen years into the 21st century, and we already experienced it. Go ahead and call off the remaining 63 years worth of boxing. Okay, not really. But if you bought into the hype, you would certainly think such was the case. Floyd Mayweather v. Conor McGregor was supposedly the greatest thing both before and after sliced bread.
     Truth be told, I fell into the hype. I was watching his appearance on Conan when McGregor announced his desire to fight Matweather. Kind of like when john Edwards announced his candidacy for president on The Daily Show, I was not certain it counted as legitimate. Of course, I gave the declaration more credit than Ronda Rousey's similar announcement she would like to fight Mayweather as well in order to teach him a lesson about beating the lady in his life. The former happened. The latter was just dumb. Rousey was in her self-delusional invincible period at the time.
     I was curious to watch the fight. But there was no way I was going to fork over the $100 bucks for the pay per view. Nor did I want to battle the packed crowd at buffalo wild Wings even if it meant a steak dinner to go along with the match. Instead, I found some guys streaming their commentary on the fight while they watched. Because—ahem—YouTube was diligently shutting down anyone streaming the actual broadcast. Not that I was attempting to partake in that pirating stuff. It is merely an observation.
     These guys were Irish UFC fans. Therefore, they were enthusiastic supporters of UFC champion McGregor. I listened to them go on and on singing McGregor's praises during the under card bouts. It sounded like an old “Da Bears” sketch from Saturday Night Live, but on steroids and whatever liquor is most popular in Ireland. If there is any truth to the stereotype, every liquor is the most popular liquor in Ireland. They nearly exploded when McGregor came out swinging and kept it up for four rounds before becoming despondent as he fizzled out and eventually lost to Mayweather.
     The entire fight is now on YouTube on several channels. I watched it this afternoon to see how well the fight matched up with the commentary from last night. McGregor held up longer than the guys let on. Yes, he was stronger in the first four rounds, but he was holding his own through the ninth round. McGregor did not totally lose control of the fight until a moment or so before the referee called a TKO when he was up against the ropes. If McGregor wants a future in boxing, he needs to pace himself. UFC fights are shorter. Mayweather took advantage of McGregor's short stamina by letting McGregor wear himself out early on, and then knocking him about in later rounds with minimal effort.
     I am not a fan of Mayweather. He is kind of a jerk. But I give him props for retiring undefeated. He is not a power hitter—and not exciting to watch box because of it—but he was master of strategy. Boxing is called the sweet science, and Mayweather mastered the science involved. He defeated McGregor with mind as much as brawn. Interesting, because he does not seem to have a particularly generous helping of either one.
    The fight was way over-hyped. There was too much false intrigue for my tastes, such as how doctors were publicly fretting over the match's sanctioning because McGregor's life was supposedly in danger because he was outmatched. Simultaneously, there was fear he might reflexively kick and permanently injure Mayweather. So no one could quite determine whether the boxer or the UFV fighter was in the most danger. We would just have to pay our money and see for ourselves! The spectacle of champions from two sports battling each other was presented why too gaudy a manner. Both men are laughing their way to the bank.

Friday, August 25, 2017

Lopping the Locks

  
    I finally got a haircut. As noted in a blog entry a couple weeks ago, it is time to get it is time to chop those locks. My hair always looks better short, so there you go. The webcam on my new laptop is a noticeable, although honestly not considerable, improvement over the previous.
     One thing that does not look better is my right eye. Every time I look at a new photo, I contemplate wearing a patch over it. I did so for nearly a year after my retina permanently detached. It was only for cosmetic reasons and as I soon plunged into not caring about much of anything, much less keeping up appearances, I ditched it. The obviously blind eye does not seem to bother anyone else, but it bugs me periodically. If I start wearing a patch soon, I can imply I stared at the eclipse.
     I just ordered a Papa John's pizza to go along with my new trim. The pizza is the standard pepperoni and mushroom.  I did not feel much like experimenting.  Because it is a wild Friday night.  

Monday, August 21, 2017

Enjoying the Eclipse Experience

     The old joke of being blind in one eye and cannot see out the other is a reality for me. I am completely blind in my right eye and legally blind in my left. So I did not think viewing the eclipse was going to be any kind of exciting for me. I did not even bother to get those flimsy 3D glasses stores are scamming people into buying. Considering viewing an eclipse can cause retinal damage—detached retinas being the source of my eyesight loss—I was not risking anything regardless. I figured should keep what little sight I have left, thanks.
     But I did spend time after lunch today watching NASA's feed of the eclipse from various locations across the country as the best views kept moving east. The view from Nebraska and Missouri were the first I witnessed. Totality was amazing, with the corona visible and briefly turning into a ring. It was beautiful enough when 2:30 PM rolled around, I felt compelled to go outside. Do not worry. I did not look up at the sky. While it would have been great to see the eclipse myself, I enjoyed the surreal sensation of nightfall in the early afternoon. I experienced what I could experience.
     The photo is taken by a friend in Greenville, South Carolina.
     There was a meme floating about the internet over the last few days. If you are on social media, you have probably seen it multiple times. It is from the ABC nightly news broadcast from February 26th, 1979. It was the date of the last total solar eclipse of the 20th century. The anchor said there would not be another vie able from north America until August 21st, 2017. He concluded with, “May the shadow of the moon fall on a world at peace.”
     The anchor's sentiment is melodramatic, particularly since he was certainly not naive enough to believe the world would be at peace, but it was nice to forget squabbles for a while and appreciate something that puts much of our insignificant the majority of those squabbles actually are. 

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Jerry Lewis (1926-2017)

     Jerry Lewis was discovered dead today in his Las Vegas home. The comedian was 91. In all honesty, I was never a big fan in spite of my fondness for a lot of vaudeville style comedy. My experience with Lewis was his charity work raising money for muscular dystrophy research and the occasional dramatic acting role on television. The most recent case is his portrayal of Det. John Munch's uncle on Law & Order: SVU. So I am definitely not the guy to be writing an obituary for Lewis.
     Lewis did not have the kind of impact on me that usually merits writing a few words about him. It is likely the mockery involved in his films being extremely popular in France gets more mileage for me than anything else. Norm McDonald's whole 'Germans love David Hasselhoff” is just a riff on “The French love Jerry Lewis” shtick comedians starting doing in the late '80's. If you want a good overview of Lewis' life, the New York Times has you covered
     Lewis means controversy in my mind. Lots of Hollywood types who have worked with him considered Lewis an angry man who was bitterly vengeful against the people he perceived to have wronged him. Some say it is difficult to reconcile his true persona will the guy who made goofy comedies. I have not must indulged in his comedy work, but I have no problem recognizing funny men can hide a dark side. People who use humor often do so in order to survive in a nasty world. So maybe I have some empathy for the guy. But then he comes around with some incredibly bigoted statements like women cannot do comedy, and I decide he is just a nasty guy. But speak no ill of the dead, so I will leave it there.
     The macabre part of me is curious about another controversy related to Lewis. Will his never before seen film The Day the Clown Cried ever be made public? The film is about a washed up German circus clown who is thrown into a concentration for mocking Adolf Hitler. There he performs his act for the Jewish children. The camp commandant eventually utilizes him to lead children, Pied Piper-style, into the gas chambers. Lewis apparently believed the film would be poignant. By all accounts from the few people who have seen the film, it is nothing but tasteless. Something tells me there is a part of Lewis' last will and testament stating the film is never to be seen by human eyes again.
     Rest in peace, Mr. Lewis. I suspect you were never able to truly live in it.  

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Keith Moon Channels Wile E. Coyote

  The above clip is the end of The Who's performance of “My Generation” on The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour in 1967. The live performance was a big deal, so Keith Moon placed ten times the normal explosives in his drum for the instrument smashing finale. The ensuin explosion knocked the broadcast off the air, rendered Pete Townsend deaf in one ear, and impaled Moon's arm with a piece of cymbal.
     Tommy Smothers' reaction is hilarious.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

There is No Romance to History

    In the wake of clashes over the weekend in Charlottesville over the removal of a statue of Robert E. Lee, protesters in North Carolina tore down a Confederate monument. They proceed ed to beat, kick, and spit on the fallen monument while cheering. The rationale for their actions was to demonstrate contempt for the racism of a begone age in modern, enlightened times. I cannot help but notice while watching a news story on the event the enlightened protesters resembled a bunch of Neanderthals who have just killed their first mastodon.
    Seriously, watch the opening sequence of 2001: A Space Odyssey. The Missing Links discover tools and excitedly bash animal bones while dancing around and hooting. Such was the scene in North Carolina. Bonus points awarded for 2001's theme being about the reversal of dominance throughout history between man and the  technology he uses. It can be aptly applied to how people are using history today. Simply put, learning from history or becoming emotionally attached to it. The latter appears to be dominant right now.
     I am a student of history. The study of history is intended to teach lessons from the past in order to make better decisions in the present. One might approach the subject with a healthy dose of cynicism—I certainly do—when one notices history tends to go in cycles regardless of whether we learn from the lessons of the past. But that is a thought to elaborate on another time. The bottom line is history is best viewed objectively without any sense of nostalgia.
    Anyone who has studied history does so to some extent. I look at the sarcophagus of an ancient Pharaoh or the statue of a roman emperor without any nostalgia for a long dead kingdom or empire. I cannot imagine too many people do so. Likewise, I do not feel any pride towards Confederate monuments even as a Southern with stronger ties to the Confederacy than ancient Egypt or Rome. They are symbols of history, and nothing more.
  I am not completely cold here. For instance, I recognize the importance of Robert E. Lee. I look at his moral choices within the context of his rime period. I am not one to participate in his apotheosis, but I recognize he made a tough choice by leading the Confederate army instead of fighting against the Virginians he had known all his life. Yes, his principled stand meant fighting for the side of slavery. Yes, we can lament the reality of it in hindsight with our modern reality, but we cannot erase it because Lee would not fit in well in 2017 America. On the other hand, people need to stop with the nostalgia trip that is encouraging racists to lash out violently.
     Both sides judging history in their own fiery passion need to realize that a century or two from now, what is considered enlightened today will be considered barbaric. What if everyone is a vegan in the future? Eating animals in the 21st century would be immoral, and anyone who did so would be redeemable. Like the salve owners of the Antebellum South, right? We live in the most enlightened age only until the next age comes along.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

North Korea Cancels Doomsday

   As expected, North Korea backed off it threat to launch a nuclear attack against Guam. North Korean media—not the most reliable, but it is what it is—reports Kim Jong Un canceled plans to attack Guam after examining attack plans drawn up by his generals. It is doubtful a general would be brave enough to inform Dear Leader he would be annihilated by the United States in a retaliatory strike, so Kim Jong Un was likely just making his usual empty threats.
     There are two other possibilities. One, China put diplomatic pressure on North Korea to knock off the bluster. China has enough economic ties to tolerate a certain amount of lunacy from North Korea, but its economic ties to the United States are far more important. It is in China's best interest to keep the peace between the United States and North Korea, but will yank the latter's leash when necessary. The second point is Donald Trump's “fire and fury” threat rattled Kim Jong Un. Last week's threats could have simply been testing a perceived to be weak president.
     The standoff with North Korea never reached the level of the Cuban missile crisis, but it is a relief to be over. Kim Jong Un left his options open to attack Guam if the United States continues to act provocatively, whatever that means. North Korea is becoming more dangerous as time goes on. Eventually, Kim Jong Un may become desperate or crazy enough to follow through on a threat. Something should have been done about the north Korean nuclear weapons program a long time ago.     

Monday, August 14, 2017

The Great Dictator Speech

     It is a good idea to be reminded of special moments in literary and performing arts where appropriate. While our country engages in soul searching post-Charlottesville, Charlie Chaplin's ending speech in The Great Dictator is worth a listen. But do so without labeling any party as either completely guilty or innocent in the spirit of Chaplin's address.
     The speech is over the top, over idealistic, and maybe even a bit corny for the modern, cynical age. I am skeptical of its implication science and socialism can lead to utopia. Gene Roddenberry will tread on that ground a little later with even more muddled results. Nevertheless, I appreciate the speech for the earnest effort it is to oppose the hardening of humanity.
     I recommend the film it is entirety. It is a version of Mark Twain's The Prince and the Pauper in which a simple barber is mistaken for a dictator modeled after Adolf Hitler. The film is both funny and poignant.

The Journalistic Integrity of Darlington County Leaves Something to Be Desired

     Take a look at this news story provocatively titled  Two Injured in Shooting at Darlington Dragway It is a short article with scant information. Every local news outlet has published the same article verbatim. Although it claims there will be updates as more information is available, more information has been available for quite a while now with no updates.
    The reality of the situation is there were two friends among the crowd enjoying a car and bike show. One brought a firearm which he accidentally dropped. The gun fired wounding them both. The wounds were minor. One was grazed by the bullet. The other was hit in the finger. You may ask why someone was carrying a firearm around with the safety off when he is irresponsible enough to drop it. The only thing I can tell you is this is Darlington County. Even many grown ups here require adult supervision.
    As of yet, none of the sites that posted the above article have updated any of its facts. Considering what I said about Darlington in the previous paragraph may come into play. Perhaps man does something stupid with a gun, shot himself and friend is not news in Darlington. You know---a dog bites man sort of thing. But as  Extreme Motorsports Media puts it, it looks like click bait to keep a mis-titled article up without eventually clarifying the details.
     I also note the sad reality an outlet called Extreme Motorsports Media demonstrates more journalistic integrity than news outlets in and around Darlington. What do you expect from the fine institutions of Darlington.  Come to think of it, where have we run across Lt. Robert Kilgo before?  Oh, that is right.  He was named in a lawsuit alleging a conspiracy to elect Tony Chavis sheriff.  Makes you wonder how he got his job as spokesman for the sheriff's office.  

Sunday, August 13, 2017

The Charlottesville Clashes

     I supported Donald Trump, not because I thought he would make a good president, but because he would shake up the status quo of partisan politics. At this point, I will concede not only has that not happened, hyper0partisanship has taken over, and often in violent ways. Take the Charlottesville protests this weekend as an example of political passions burning far too hot.
     A little back story. The University of Virginia plans to remove a statue of Robert E. Lee from campus because confederate symbols are considered by many to romanticize slavery. A hodge podge of neo-Confederates, neo-Nazis, white nationalists, and white supremacists decided to protest the statue's pending removal. They paid whatever fees their were for permits for their march. The mayor told them they could protest, but the police would not protect them. The ACLU, which is notoriously leftist, but still principled, insisted the protestors hide a right to be protected. Then Antifa showed up, and the police were held back as the white supremacists and communist race-baiters clashed. So one of the protestors opposing the removal of the Lee statue, James fields, Jr., plowed his car into the crowd thereby killing one woman and injuring nineteen.
    Allow me to make one overall statement before engaging in any sort of nuance. We would would all be much better off if the earth had opened up and swallowed both sides of the protests. The south is not going to rise again, so those in favor of the statue remaining need to take their recycled Nazi slogans and stick them where the sun don't shine. On the other side, the sooner we get rid of violent communists obsessed with racial identity, the better. Move the statue to some rural area where no one will care it is there and everyone shut up. Take you Wal-Mart Tiki torches and go home.
     That said, the statue's supporters had a right to protest and be protected by police while doing it. What is the logic in ordering police to stand down just as tensions flared up between the historically violent Antifa and the statue's supporters? Did the Charlottesville mayor and Virginia governor actually want there to be mayhem so they could blame conservatives for inciting racial violence? I would hate to think so, but after all was said and done, the Charlottesville mayor laid blame squarely on Trump because of the allegedly racist president campaign he ran.
     If you want to step further into absurdity, Trump was soundly criticized for his response to the violence. He declared it was a sad event because Americans ought to respect each other. He criticized bigotry of all types. It was not Ronald Reagan leading the nation in mourning for the Challenger astronauts, but he got the point across. A few of his critics have declared Trump's response as the worst aspect of the ordeal. Yes, even worse than a woman losing her life.
     So this is where it has come. The left brings violence on itself by opting to remove a historical monument after implying its racial connotations knowing full well who will come out to protest, then it allows the two sides to clash, resulting in death and injuries, so it can decry how Trump has allegedly a resurgence of racism. Brace yourselves for history to repeat itself, because because Kentucky declared it wants to remove Confederate monuments.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Parting the Red Sea


     Styling my hair is more like clearing a path through a jungle than parting the Red Sea, but the effort is no less of a miracle when it gets so long. When I must begin parting in the middle, it is a clear indication time for a haircut is long overdue. I will get to the task soon enough. Until such time, check out that bird's nest of a hairdo.  
     The photo was snapped by the built in webcam on my IdeaPad.  I have visions of getting a better camera for both filming YouTube videos and taking still photos considering how bad the webcam on my old laptop was.  i will still get a new, better webcam at some point.  But in the meantime, what i am currently working with is a big improvement.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

A Periodic Reminder

      One may insist the spirit of this post runs contrary to the general advice to “let dead leaves fall,” but I did vow months ago to make a periodic reminder of the status of my personal belongings. While it is important to let go of the little things, it is also important to keep your word. I weighed the two concepts and decided keeping a vow is more important under the circumstances. What good is a person who fails to keep his promises?
      You may recall when I intervened in the Darlington County sheriff's race I had been abandoned to a nursing home by Team Chavis while they kept all of my personal belongings, surrogate for the campaign said all of my belongings were actually boxed up. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together knows this claim is false. No reason exist to keep any of my stuff if Team Chavis has no intention of ever contacting me again. But I called their bluff and will continue to do so. I have friends in Hartsville who are willing to retrieve my stuff. All they need is the go ahead fro Team Chavis. It is a go ahead that will, of course, never come.
     This is the character of your new sheriff, Darlington. He does not care about doing the right thing. He only cares about the sense of self-worth he derives from wearing a uniform. I will continue to serve as a source of truth for this matter.


Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Top Ten Anti-War Songs

   “Orange Crush” is about a young football star who leaves the comforts of home to fight in Vietnam.  The song's title is a reference to Agent orange, a defoliant used by the Department of Defense which caused a large number of military personnel to develop cancer.
     While the song is a comment on the turmoil of the '60's in general, it is noted for the lyric “You're old enough to kill, but not for voting,' a reference to the draft age being eighteen, but the age to vote being twenty-one.
     It was originally intended to be about the witches' sabbath, a sort of Christmas for Satanists, but "War Pigs” evolved into an angry anti-war anthem that established Black Sabbath as one of the first and biggest heavy metal bands.
     “Zombie” is generally considered out of place in the Cranberries list of songs, but the aggressive tribute to Jonathan Ball and Tim Barry, two young boys killed in an IRA bombing, is still one of their best.
     “War” was originally performed by The Temptations, but Edwin Starr made it famous with his full blown, James Brown-like performance expressing all the anger the antiwar movement felt towards Vietnam. Do not even mention Jackie Chan.
     A song about the senselessness of war. Former soldiers often cite it as one of the most accurate depictions of how one feels in a war zone.
     “Born in the USA” is often mistaken as a patriotic song. In reality, the lyrics tell the plight of broken veterans who return home from war unable to adjust to society.
     “One” is based on the Dalton Trumbo novel Johnny Got His Gun about an American soldier severely wounded by a land mine during World War I. He is still alive, but cannot communicate with the hospital staff who believe he is brain dead. The ethereal song is made even more haunting with clips from the movie version of the novel interspersed throughout the music video.
     Released in December 2002 when the country was gearing up for the spring invasion of Iraq, the song tells the story a of young, lonely draftee who strikes up a continuing correspondence with a high school girl as he progresses through his Vietnam experience. The letters stop coming, and the girl learns he has been killed. The song is the sixth and final number one hit for the Dixie Chicks. In March 2003, lead singer Natalie Maines announced to a concert crowd in London she was ashamed President George W. Bush was from her home state of Texas.The backlash caused radio stations to stop playing their songs. The Dixie chicks' career has never recovered.
     Is there a film set during the Vietnam War that does not feature “Fortunate Son?” I think it is prerequisite. Inspired by the children of the elites earning draft deferments or choice positions in the military while regular young men were sent to war, the song is about how others suffer for the war conducted by the powerful.  

A Little More Gravel in My Soul

     No worries, though. A little gravel in the soul is what gives you your grit. One cannot survive in such a soul crushing world without it. Speaking of soul crushing, I am hoping august puts force less of an effort to do my soul in than July's effort. People presumably going crazy from the heat is getting hard to take. t traditionally being the hottest month of the year, look out!
     On a more positive note, I am still breaking in my new IdeaPad, laptop but I like it so far. The high contrast lettering on large keys spread far apart makes typing without all the errors that come with clumsy fingers and poor eyesight much easier. Maybe once I get all the million and a half things I want set up correctly, I can actually do some extensive writing.
     I need to stop getting distracted by all the frivolous cosmetic stuff and get to putting more serious thoughts on paper. I have been restless lately, yet continually dragging my feet instead of writing what is on my mind. It is probably why I have posted so much music here lately even though what I have chosen to post does not make much observable sense. I am working on it, folks. Give me time.