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Dan Folgelberg dies of prostrate cancer. 56 years old.

http://www.danfogelberg.com/news.html

I loved this guy--sappy music and all.

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windy in East Anglia, This place here is very pleasant wind wise, as the bad weather does a little bow and skips by with a nod.
tisn't far from Southampton. A good place to begin perhaps.

Schadenfreude:  

"Death does not wash away the stench of planned cruelty. Scalia holds more moral responsibility for his decisions than the average villain."  

Ian snow, a character in a city of characters, phnom penh.

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seems old bartenders hit especially hard dont it.  

He got some bad medicine, and it was years of endless complication. Got cut open from his groin to his neck - twice.

Best bar in the world. I would either take the 25 cent 4 minute ferry across the Tonle Sap, or, preferably, walk. Out of central Phnom Penh, across the Japanese Bridge, on a dirt road through a Cham village ('Chamlawas an Moslem empire with a pretty long run in the Mekong Delta and there are still pockets of them on the Mekong).  The day is cooling off, the day is coming to an end, the Moslem call to prayer is sounding, kids and dogs are playing in the streets.  I get to Snowie's.  He greets me with a smile and a hearty handshake. "What can I get you mate?" "I'll take a Beer Lao please."  It's a buck 50.  The decor is an ecletic and wonderful almost dizzyingly cool mix of bric a bric, east, west, old, and new. But that is on the inside. No one drinks in there. We alway went to the humble wooden patio, built on stilts right on the bank of the Tonle Sap river.  I go out there with my can of beer.  My friends are all there!  And they have bunch of delicious Khmer snack.  Bringing in outside food was totally allowed.  I say hello, take my seat and gaze across the river at central Phnom Penh. The activity on on "waterfront" (the other side). People out for a stroll, bicyclists peddling, people playing sai (imagine hacksack with something like a shuttlecock).  I see the busy tourist businesses, hotels, restaurants, "happy pizza" joints. It is dusk. The sky has settled into a mezmerrizng swirl of gentle blues and pinks and yellows and whies.  As the light departs, it draws my attention to the equally mesmerizing skyline of a Phnom Penh before a single high rise. Spire of pagodas, or wats as they are called. The Royal Palace. French colonial buildings.  After chatting with my friends for awhile I ask them "You want me to roll one." "Sure" and some nods.  I go back inside. "Snowie, you mind if I roll one? "No, mate. Just grab the basket."  He always kept a basket of free marijuana.  I rolled one (on the big Rizlas) and went back out to enjoy the company of my friends, the gwntle cooling breeze, and the view of the river the the beautiful city fading into darkness

I may never find a bar as amazing as that again, or a cooler barkeeper.

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the Greatest.

Randall Knife- by Guy Clark  

Oh, my hand burned for the Randall knife
There in the bottom drawer
And I found a tear for my father's life
And all that it stood for

Tom Hayden  Now we can stop talking about the Vietnam war.  

My college buddy and one of his little girls, my step grandmother, one of my best friend's dad, and my favorite neighbor, all within about two months

Not to mention Leonard and Leon.  But it still hurts more when it comes that close.  My my old bud Chuck and my last living pal Duck taught me the difference between live and Memorex.  Aint much difference if it busts the glass.  World of difference if you actually saw their ass.  

Feel your pain Brother Stoney.  

Hey Democrats. I voted for Nader. I voted for Stein. Ignored that "spoiler" malarkey then... when you blamed us Greens for Bush. Now you're trying to blame us for Trump. Malarkey. Blame your own stupid "Democratic" party.

Know why? Because the Republican primary process was far more democratic... as opposed to Democrats' bloody "super delegates" and California rigging and all that bloody pish. Wah wah, DNC said, a "socialist" can't "win." But you were wrong.

Know why? Brother Bernie DID win. He won the hearts of the young. I saw them arise. I saw the future in their eyes. I stood with them at Occupy. Know why? Because you can't stop what's coming: climate catastrophe, economic collapse and no damn time for finger-pointing. Except...

YOU gave them talking-points-machine vs. carnival barker. Sure he talks like a sausage. He is a sausage. That's honest. More honest than a Wall Street shill. Shill vs. Carney: who had better blarny? Trump did. Fair and square. Down-ballot too. Boo hoo.

And right now, your "leaders" are meeting with the "donors" in Palm Beach to figure out how to "kick Trump's azz." Well- not me. Been called a "socialist" like it's a bad thing. Been called a "tree-hugger" like it's a bad thing. So we consider your "ideologically pure" rubbish a high complement. Trump is my president.

Know why? Because I'm an American. It is my Karma. I must accept it. Have friends all over the world asking me, "how could you do such a thing?" And the weakest answer would be: "Don't blame ME." Know why? Because I am also a German-American. Have learned from the Deutscher of famine, grief and shame.

A terrible lesson it is... that we learned from our own exceptionalism.

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