https://www.worldpulse.com/community/users/girlpower/posts/101733 Read my latest worldpulse post about why getting MS has turned out to be a good thing.
Tuesday, November 9, 2021
Sunday, September 12, 2021
Monday, June 21, 2021
Best Mandolin Playing I've ever seen. Bluegrass Greensky's "If Sorrows Swim"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6-GYiA6Q4U&list=PLmDw6e9ij-_BqqXfrDucuEpkC9viUmggz&index=6 This soulful, tight group shines on in every song you hear. The songs about conflicts of modern age and the love songs of the millennials.
Friday, April 23, 2021
Monday, April 12, 2021
America: Golden Country Your Face is so Red
REO Speedwagon Golden Country relevant in the 70's and 2021
https://buff.ly/3tfwE2Wand with one kickin solo
Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin' just what comes after
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand
Mortgage people you crawl to your homes
Your security lies in your bed of white foam
You act concerned but then why turn away
When a lady was raped on your doorstep today
Well your blacks are cryin' but your back is still turned
And your freaks are dyin' but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand, oh yeah...
(Solo)
Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin' just what comes after
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand
Thursday, April 8, 2021
"Goodbye 2020" a profound song about the storm we call Covid 19 by Sheri Nicole Proffitt
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvTYJN3u0U4
This profound song by Sheri Nicole Proffitt is kickin and so meaning ful about the storm we call Covid 19. This should go viral.
Thursday, March 4, 2021
Father and Daughter both publish books
My father
and I published our books, books that are very different in subject matter, his
book “The Stone Horse & Droshki is a historical novel about the Korean and
Afghanistan War, highly researched and reads like a Tom Clancy novel.
My book
“The Eve Chronicles” is a contemporary fictionalized memoir about when I first
moved to Oregon and lived in the Wallowa Mountain working as a timber cruiser
for the Forest Service.
“The
Stone Horse & Droshki” by Ken De Villers is also a story of enduring
love. It’s an adventure historical novel, the memoirs of Colonel General
Yuri Danilov, the son of an American Sioux Indian and a Ukrainian
Mother. Master spy for the Soviet KGB. Top Gun fighter pilot in the
Korean, Vietnam and the Soviet Afghanistan wars. Privy to the internal
workings of the Soviet Union’s Politburo. Also a story of love and
devotion between Yuri and the beautiful Japanese-Russian Eiko Haraoka.
My book
is called “The Eve Chronicles” by Diane DeVillers:
The
paperback book is three novellas, inspired by the author’s own journals about
her relationships, life, and work in the forests of Oregon, comprise The Eve
Chronicles.
The
first book is called “From the Waters of Coyote Springs”: Eve searches for
meaning to her life while working in the forest of the Wallowa Mountains in
Oregon. Living in her tent she spends the day doing timber inventory for the
Forest Service. Five other mismatched foresters live in the camp with her.
Felix
and Eve: Felix hires Eve; he’s a cantankerous elderly man who needs
round-the-clock nursing care. She’s a live-in-the-moment type of person. Once
Felix accepts her, he tells of his relationship with the notorious gangster, Al
Capone in Chicago during the 1930s.
The
Arrangement: Each year under a special arrangement Eve spends the summer on
Catalina Island with Sid, a retired college Professor and Eve’s former lover,
who has a debilitating type of Multiple Sclerosis. An irony is that the author,
having left the forests to work with people as a caregiver, was later diagnosed
with Multiple Sclerosis. This afforded her the opportunity to retire early and
focus on writing.
The three
eBooks are available at Smashwords.com or Amazon.com or any other site that
sells eBooks. The paperback book is available on Amazon and books stores that
can access the Ingram Catalog.
Sunday, February 28, 2021
A short story by Alexandar Tomov
The Firekeeper - short story
...In the fall, darkness comes quickly in the evening. Once twilight settles in, the people almost imperceptibly disperse from the park’s pretty walking path, thinking about the next day and the bright future as they walk away. But at the far end of the path, standing by a small fire, the firekeeper always remains. A man with an ancient face, he’s constantly gazing at the flames. Rarely does anyone muster up the courage to venture out to him after it’s already dark. And yet tonight, a strange woman walks down the path and goes up to him in the darkness.
“What are you here for, madam?” he asks, without looking at her.“You know why I’m here. Everybody knows what you do. I want you to burn away my past…”
“You know that I only burn away the kind of past that is so black that it can’t be forgotten, the kind that haunts people until their final breath. Otherwise, I don’t bother. It’s not worth it.”
“My past is more black than all the rest,” the woman says, as she fixes the flames with her strange eyes.
The firekeeper smiles.
“That’s what everybody thinks. I’ve been doing this job for about 400 years now, madam. I’ve burned away people’s pasts so terrifying, you can’t even imagine. You know what the price is, though,” he speaks slowly and tosses some pieces of wood into the fire.
The woman’s eyes tear up.
“I suspect. You’d want to know…”
“You’re wrong, madam. I don’t want to know anything, and yet, I still get to see it all. This is one of the eternal laws that govern firekeepers like me, whose job it is to burn away the dark past. When I throw one’s past into this fire, even if I don’t want to, I get to see it all,” his eyes widen in amazement.
“Couldn’t we find a way around this? What if you kept your eyes closed, for example?”
“I can’t, madam. I’m only human, after all, and I can’t help my curiosity. But don’t you worry. I keep everything I see to myself. That’s the other eternal law. I don’t have the right to discuss other people’s pasts.”
“Don’t you ever break these laws?” the woman asks and sits down on the bench next to him.
“Are we going to do this or not?” for the first and only time, his green eyes pause briefly at her beautiful face.
“Will I remember anything afterward?”
“You’ll remember everything, but only as a set of images, as fiction. The emotions of the memories that haunt you in the present and determine your future will burn away in the flames, once and for all.”
“Once and for all,” the woman repeats.
“Yes. Once and for all. Once they burn away, they’re never coming back. That’s what all of you people with a black past want, isn’t it?”
“What else?”
“I’ve met people who are so selfish that they come to get the black memories that haunt them burned away, but as soon as I scorch them, they start regretting having them burned, realizing that evil was, after all, a part of their soul. That’s why I always warn people in advance. Once I burn away your past, there’s no going back.”
“Just do it, please,” the woman says quietly.
“Alright. Just give me a sign,” he says, as he throws another piece of wood into the flames.
“What should I do?”
“Put your hand out in front of you. After that, open up your palm and together with it your heart, then watch as your recent and your most distant memories’ ghosts get engulfed in flames…”
Slowly, she stands up in the darkness and complies with the condition.
“Incredible… your past really does burn away very slowly, and it’s so black. So very black. Let’s see what’s in the flames… blood, jealously, violence, perversion, greed… my god… you’re… your own…”
“Please, just let me know when it’s all burnt away.”
“Just a moment… it’s done. It’s all dead now.”
She sighs in the darkness.
“And what’s the future really like, firekeeper?” she asks him.
“Most commonly, it’s an unconscious reflection of the past,” he replies and smiles, as the woman walks away and down the path through the darkness.
Translated from the Bulgarian by Ekaterina Petrova
Saturday, February 27, 2021
Thursday, February 4, 2021
John Amo's "We were Hippies" video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLtoq64jLfI Got some time to enjoy John Amos's "We were Hippies" video?
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