If you were here, I’d set you to work-chopping veggies, wrapping gifts, making playlists-but you aren’t (not really). All the same, I have you (all) in mind, and hope this time of year is taking good care of you. Here is a little something to keep you entertained for, oh, the next minute or so…

http://www.night4joy.com/index.php/20080330100/Amazing/Etch-A-Sketch-Art...

with the original work from:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/etchasketchist

also:

http://www.dreamtimepodcast.com/2007/05/episode-35-cooking-and-drinking-...

Celebrity X says: “I really don’t approve of those that toss their cigarette butts and trash out their car window. Littering our world is like abusing your own mother, or child, or lover. There should be stronger fines for littering.”

Okay...This is completely off topic...

Last night I had the strangest dream I never dreamed before; I dreamed that I had a lengthy conversation involving Pastafarian lore...

Except I wasn’t dreaming. I’m not going to say which company, for fear of causing trouble (for the techsman)...although, good lord, if that call was monitored for training purposes...I don’t know what management and the trainees will make of it... Egads...

This song was my "Complete Unknown" spin-o-the-web-randomizer of the day. In spite of how pitifully tragic the situation is, for some reason it made me laugh (and laugh and laugh)! It makes me think of that Tom Waits tune "I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love with You" --oh, wait, I guess that would go the other way around (Tom's song reminds me of Dylan's):

Eternal Circle

I sang the song slowly
As she stood in the shadows
She stepped to the light
As my silver strings spun
She called with her eyes
To the tune I's a-playin'
But the song it was long
And I'd only begun

I've got something to tell you
I know you're gonna change your mind
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.

I want you, baby, just to understand
I don't wanna be your boss, baby
I just wanna be your [friend]
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.

Now when you go home, you don't have to get along
Come back to me, baby
Where I live that's where you belong
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.

I love you baby, and you know that it's true
I wouldn't mistreat you, baby
Nothing in this world is like you

The most recent "Theme Time Radio" episode I've heard was about streets/roads--I really enjoyed it! I hope I can catch it again though. There were a couple of things he said about the history of cross-country routes that I wanted to follow up on. I know I've said it before, but I sure miss the 24 hour broadcasts of his show. I miss walking around the house and hearing bits of commentary that I somehow didn't catch the first time around, miss listening to the show in one web-window, while looking up the current artist, place, or "happening" in the other!

How Many, How Much

How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live 'em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give 'em.

~Shel Silverstein.

Gilly has posted an announcement and very nice picture (of Odetta) over at his blog, and also at http://www.downthehighway.info/index.htm. I can't seem to get the direct "bobdylan.com" link to work, so I'm going to give the roundabout way through "downthehighway.com":

http://www.downthehighway.info/apps/forums/topics/show/125635-r-i-p-odet...

There is also an article about her, and a "Last Word" video interview with Odetta, at the NYTimes site (video is in the midst of the article):

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/03/arts/music/03odetta.html/partner/rssny...