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Posted Saturday 31 May 2008
Bloggard Travels to Squidoo
Squidoo.com, May 31, 2008: For those as may be interested, the Bloggard, in his persona as Traktor Topaz, mild-mannered musician at a great metropolitan newspaper, has posted an article at Squidoo.For some reason, the Squidarians call an article like this a 'lens.' So really, the Bloggard has created a lens. So now we know.
The name of the article is Play Guitar How To: Tap Guitar or Pick Guitar?
It has a story of a poor monkey, and some suggestions for fellows as would like to play a normal guitar. (Not everybody needs to play a Megatar. Different smokes for different folks, we say.)
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Posted Saturday 10 May 2008
Tiny Flowers
Weed, California, Saturday May 10, 2008: Usually around mid-day, the dogs and I like to take a little walk around the house and the very large vacant lot next door. It's mostly an open field, with some tall and graceful trees at the far end.If we have walked to the end, and walked around one or more of the trees ... well, we know we've been somewhere.
Today, the air was cool, but the sun was warm on us, and I plodded along after Charlie the dashing young boy, and I was lost in thought, watching my feet, for the now fast-growing grasses can hide gopher holes.
And I saw ...
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Posted Thursday 01 May 2008
I Say it's Spring
Weed, California, May Day, 2008: I find myself waking earlier, for the sun bangs upon the blinds, and the dogs grow restive.Yawning, I stumble outside, following the dogs. There is white frost on the newly-long grasses, and I blink in the light. The mountain is wreathed in clouds upon its shoulders, but rises above, up into a clear pale blue sky, and bright sunlight startles me in the crisp air.
Dogs dart here and there, in a world of fantastic scents hidden in the chill. As we make our way around the house, the frozen grasses crunch beneath our feet.
Suddenly I'm startled by the little tree near the road. I'd been told it was a cherry tree, but now I know.
Upon its twisted branches, pink cherry blossoms.