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February 17, 2005

Ending Year 1

Today is a quasi-birthday for this site (though not all of it at this particular web location). I crawled out of the wreckage over at Bloghosts, around Christmas, and revived the site here at Mu.nu, and then almost immediately went into a series of individually minor setbacks and health problems, making this a much less spiffy birthday than I thought I’d have.

But that’s the luck of the blog, or whatever phrase the selfstyled old-timers use in these cases. Me, I just feel depleted. Tired way the hell beyond what I should be, sleeping in chunks and living in segments. Ground down, and not even a little kiss from the Fates to let me know it was all just a bad jest.

Posted by Weaselteeth at February 17, 2005 01:39 AM


Happy anniversary and welcome back, hope you are feeling better. You've sure had a run of poor luck lately, maybe with the coming of spring you'll have a renewal of energy and an improve in your health. It's good to see you back blogging.

Posted by: Jack at February 17, 2005 11:34 AM

Thanks for the kind words, Jack. I'm just plain tired too much of the time, lately. Probably creeping senity, or some damn thing.

Posted by: WT at February 17, 2005 11:52 PM

Happy anniversary on the blog WT,

I didn’t know you’ve been under the weather. If this is the way you write when you are feeling sick, then I’m sure you’ll be fine. It’s bound to pass – whatever it is.

Did you try vitamins? How about swimming? A new interest to add to your day – something totally different? For instance, you could become an expert in bonsai trees, and even sell them. Or start making furniture from twisted branches – a la natural, with a French polish they come up great. Or painting – are you getting enough sun? You know, when certain vitamins are missing it can make a world of difference to the way you feel. I would recommend a good long walk each day, along with a round of vitamins (all of them), and a change of diet. You could try fish, seaweed and chicken instead of ten pound steaks and hot chilies (just joking – I’m sure you have a sensible diet, but maybe some changes might work). You might like to join a club, maybe teaching kids how to fight, or write, or something like that. All those kinds of things help – and it can add decades to your lifespan. I need you to stick around for at least another forty years, in case you decide to be my agent.

Then there’s the old fashioned remedy – a vacation. It doesn’t have to be fancy – just something that takes you away for a week or so to experience something different. Don’t forget to take lots of photos and some video – if you don’t own one, rent or borrow one.

Okay, and then there’s that old Bobby McFerrin song, 'Don’t Worry, Be Happy'


On the subject of Bobby McFerrin (who’s probably a lefty I’ll bet), he does have quite a vocal range. In this version of Cara Mia, Bobby McFerrin provides every sound you hear, without overdubs, in one straight recording - quite a voice, and no instruments. This takes a while to load, but it’s worth it. Well, after bluegrass of course.




Posted by: Rob Larrikin at February 20, 2005 01:56 AM

Same as Rob, I hope all the physical ailments heal themseves, WT. Sick is no fun and it is not productive if you have other plans.

But, I, unlike Robert, do recommend 10-lb steaks. They taste so good, there's got to be something meta-healthy about that!

Posted by: yomo at February 20, 2005 02:24 AM

Thanks for the visit, guys. I'll never look at a 10-pound steak quite the same. Now I gotta go wash out my ears and try to get rid of that damn McFerrin tune.

Posted by: WT at February 20, 2005 01:05 PM

You're right Yomo - I do enjoy those steaks.

Okay, scrap that idea, but I still think swimming would be good. Oh, and I saw an article saying vegetable oil is no good for you, with the exception of olive oil. Hey, every little bit helps...

Sorry about the McFerrin tunes, but on the subject of purely vocal songs, there is an amazing band from Austria (Arnold Land) made up of about six guys who come out on stage with only microphones. No instruments – though it may sometimes sound like they use drums, they don’t – only vocals. Here are a couple of examples:

The classic U2 song:


And you can play this for She who must be obeyed:


Moving from Austria to England (with American vocals), here is Monty Python’s “Ebonics language lesson”


I still like their French taunter:


Posted by: Rob Larrikin at February 20, 2005 05:45 PM