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Round on the ends and high in the middle

After thoroughly enjoying my new Ampeg bass amp (the magnificent BA300 115), I am reminded of something essential:It’s NOT the lows or the highs, it’s what you do with the middle that makes all the difference.Yeah, the highs and lows … Continue reading

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Ehwaz

Today’s rune: the eight-legged horse that Odin rode to battefields; where god and rider seemed as one great being, neither man nor beast. My own steed? More of Boxer’s ilk, George Orwell’s noble working brute who would attempt to cure … Continue reading

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What has the Earth to Do

What has the earth to do with air? They seem a most unlikely pair. Just look to the horizon, where they touch for miles, but cross nowhere. What has the sky to do with land? The ground will never understand; … Continue reading

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Checkered Flag

Rodney Jones left this town while he could still buy the gas Told the factory boys out on the state route they could kiss his ass Didn’t know where he was going, but he was damn sure travelin’ fast Figured … Continue reading

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Addled Essence

“The problem,” he said, “with making life so easy, particularly for the young adult, is two-fold. First, a life of leisure without significant responsibility or strife is bound to result in an attitude of mere idolent malaise — which of … Continue reading

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Art of the Midwest

I understand the Midwest: there is no substitute for work, labor being the sacred art that transcends even grief. What is madness, but belief that toil will not resolve conflict, and an aversion to the sweat through which the Holy … Continue reading

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Against the entropy of time

Against the entropy of time, no wall is strong enough to stand and remain whole. Though guaranteed a lifetime, it will fall, reduced to dust and rubble; and the knoll which it divides will also wear away, in its old … Continue reading

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