Friday, April 11, 2014

Happy Anniversary

Hey, gang.

By gang, I mean misterparker

Anyway,

so yesterday was the ninth anniversary of my separation from alcohol.  It's been nine great fucking years.

my life has been full of unexpected rewards: love, [relative] security, proud and peaceful relationships with loved ones, health, happiness, and Dmitri Young.

I won't bore you with the "grateful, recovering alcoholic" but, I'll save that for my fellow drunks.

But, as you may remember, I used to--especially during 2007 and 2008--report on the mundane yet shocking amounts of money saved by not buying the booze that I bought, daily, for the last few years o' my drinking.

So I thought that I'd reprise that ritual, seeing as how I celebrated an anniversary that pleases me so.

If I had lived these nine years (and I'll cite the express opinion of one medical practitioner on my chances of living that long: Zero.  You'll be dead) and had continued an unchanged pattern of drinking, I would have spent

$82,322.10

As I note, I wouldn't have lived that long.  Nor could I have spent that money; I'd be unemployed and homeless.


But I like to know the money that I've "saved."

And no, I'm not free to go spend that money, which I don't have.


Anyway, happy anniversary, mistermuleboy.  glad you're here to celebrate it.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Water Below, No. 2

Water Below, No. 2 first vol.


I can't wait until Autumn and Winter.  How's 'bout you?




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Spot The Monkey, No. 2

Today, we play "Spot the Monkey"




Monday, March 17, 2014

The Hotel at Midnight, No. 2

The Hotel at Midnight, No. 2, No. 2




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Thursday, February 20, 2014

The Titanic Going Down

The Titanic Going Down, No. 2, No. 2




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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Friday, February 7, 2014

Vaccaro's By Day

Vaccaro's By Day



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DP2Merrill

Fells Point, No. 2 No. 1





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Thursday, February 6, 2014

Prune, No. 2, No. 2

Prune, No. 2






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Still in love, twenty-eight years later. . . .


What, Me Worry?

So every "dissident" [i.e. political opponent or critic] can be tracked, with gathering places identified, and trail followed.

Their ideas and tactics known. 

All of the things that they own can be identified [through "club card memberships," Amazon records, etc.]

Why the fuck wouldn't someone with his or her hand on the controls abuse that?  Since when have we elected saints and innocents?

And once in, why the fuck wouldn't someone use it to perpetuate his or her ppower ad influence?

And if people objected, what abuser would care?  If those "dissidents" couldn't gather and plan, couldn't meaningfully communicate, couldn't--hey, wait a minute, let's disarm them just in case--where is there any meaningful impediment to an authoritarian state?


Why the fuck do Americans think that they're so special that it couldn't happen to them?  The only things that have made Americans "special" are the tenuous, enforced limitations on government power that were more easily maintained in an earlier, technologically and ballistically limited time.  [well, that and great resources and protective borders and. . . ]

I know, I know -- why, the army could never be used against the American people; it's made up of right-thinking, good folk who would rebel against any rise of a totalitarian state.

Right.

I was at a mall with a recent horrific shooting incident.  I watched the police arriving.  Some were amazingly brave and dedicated.  Some were young men, excitedly laughing and eagerly pulling their tactical weapons out of their cars -- hey, we can finally use these!

Or militarized police and security forces are already a standing internal army -- anathema to those crafty folks that put together the limitations-you know, checks and balances and withholding of power by us governed--that have made us special.

I'm waiting for the folks who call me such a chicken-little fellow to explain how it could never happen.  The ones who laughed when I suggested that the surveillance state was everywhere.

You know, my pre-Snowden critics.

Oh, by the way, lots of the folks I implicitly criticize here know I've done it.  Know who I am, what kind of porn I like, know that I cheated on wives and girlfriends and Monolopoly.  They could crush me like a bug.  Why won't they?  Because I am a bug.  But if I met or joined other smart, better bugs, I would be squashed.


Rant rant extremist  extremist  nutjob nutjob


there; I'm done

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

In the last two months, far more people have stopped in to view my other [one-post] blog, The Mouth of the Majestic Moose.




I don't blame them. . . . .

Monday, January 20, 2014

The Empire State Building, No. 2

The Empire State Building, No. 2, No. 2





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Thursday, December 19, 2013

Cooking Cettle Corn, No. 2

Cooking Kettle Corn, No. 2






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From Whence, No. 4

They Have One Stop Sign, Too. . ., No. 2









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From Whence

My Pops Really WAS from a One-Stoplight Town, No. 2, No. 2





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Monday, December 16, 2013

Sunday, December 8, 2013

in addition to dead mother, I just realized that john lennon also died on December 8.


I'm not sure I like December 8. . . .

The Boogie Queen Is No More


Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Senate Dems, No. 2

Senate Dems, No. 2 No. 2






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Monday, November 25, 2013

I spent about six months painstakingly working, bit by bit, on a recording of a cover.  A cover of an obscure song that I have loved a long time, and thought no one knew.





Only to find out that it was covered, really well, by a band beloved by all of my pals and acquaintances.




I know why people throw their master tapes into the Mississippi.

How do I scramble my electrons?  It's sitting on a solid-state drive. . . .


fuck my life, as the kids say

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Self-Portrait, No. 2

Miles Davis and mistermuleboy enjoy a smoke in Soho before a session:




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Sunday, November 10, 2013

MXL -- when is crap not crap?

i was unhappy with the recording characteristics of one of my more expensive mice [and no, i've got nothing great] when i decided to shift to an inexpensive, likely shitty MXL ribbon mic that i'd been using for "room" sounds on loud rock guitars.  Think of it as a glorified SM-57, but not close-mic'ed.

I tried it for vox anyway.  Really digging it -- creamy, warm, lacks the "sizzle" of some other mics i've tried.  all around damned happy !



Wednesday, October 30, 2013

for tomanonymous, no. 2

for tomanonymous, no. 2




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Regaining Composure, No. 2 No. 2

Regaining Composure, No. 2, No. 2



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Disquieting, No. 2

Disquieting, No. 2





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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Ten years

I find it nearly impossible to believe that Elliott Smith died ten years ago today.






Time is an unforgiving bitch

Monday, October 21, 2013

Friends, No. 2




Friends, No. 2

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Sunday, October 20, 2013

A Day's Work Done, No. 2

A Day's Work Done, No. 2



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