The Hip Cat's Veggie BBQ IV - Chile Cornmeal Crusted Fried Tofu

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Hip Cat's Veggie BBQ IV- Chile Cornmeal Crusted Fried Tofu
01 - Triangular Daisies - Rubblebucket
02 - Pass The Pipe - The Observers
03 - In a Rainbow - Sweetwater
04 - Lemonaide Kid - Kak
05 - Chalice To Chalice - Tappa Zukie
06 - Surfboard(dub) - Esquivel!
07 - Snatch It Back and Hold It - Junior Wells
08 - Sookie, Sookie - Grant Green
09 - Dancin' in the Street -Grateful Dead 05-08-77
10 - Filisko's Dream, for string quartet, blues harmonica & tabla - Corky Siegel
11 - Treat - Santana(Filmore 1968)
12 - Let's Go Away for Awhile -The Beach Boys
13 - Stop That Train - Bob Marley & the Wailers
14 - Drume Negrita - The Shi-Tones

The point of dissolution........

"Body is nothing but an abstract generalization for a constantly changing combination of chemical compositions or elements. Life is a drop in an everflowing river and contributes it's parts to the great stream of life." -Venerable Dr. K Sri Dhammanada ,the Purpose of life and other teachings.
Great Free Buddist app iDharmaBooks

The Art of ...

Listening to the Art of Charles Mingus LP accidentally placed in The Art of the Modern Jazz Quartet double LP . How Lucky, but in exchange I am missing the Bag's groove by Milt Jackson on the first record. I'm sure I'll dig it all. 
My life is much more colorful now since I found jazz. Freedom, liquor, laughter, spirituals,rainbow of skin color,reefer, artistic mastery and love of their instrument and the groove and climbing up a wrong note into a right note rapping it till the early dawn. Right on!You dig?

A new mix White Rhino,enjoy

http://soundcloud.com/spacinjason/white_rhino

Rubblebucket- Bikes

Wow ! This afro-beat encompasses not only the third stone from the sun but the galaxies infinite and buried deep inside of us. Say What? Check them out if you dig Positive Vibrations through horns and ngoni and electrical plug outlets splinters of Light. I'm sure Albert Hofmann's bike ride was very similar to this.  I can't seem to stop listening to them since I stummbled so happily upon this Orchestra. http://www.rubblebucket.com/

What's become of the baby? -Grateful Dead

I don't know about you but I am FREAKING the FREAK out!!!

Beware of Anger

"Who's the commanding officer here?". "Ain'T you?"

He grabbed the gun from the kitchen drawer. His fumbling , arthritic hands could hardly hold the damn gun much less fire it, "I use this only for self defense" he said, knowing the only thng he could probably shoot at was a damn crippled with a pit bull wrapped around his ankle. How ridiculous! His wife knew it and he probably did too. By the time he shuffled to the kitchen opened the drawer next to the silverware he'd breathe his last breath. It's funny the things we hold on to, youth, strength, beauty, the comb over. All just grasping at the wind. Futility eneveabltable.

Mushroom hunt in the Smokies



They really are everywhere



Dear Diary....

The evil  albino twin of Soma  Amanita muscaria-Amanita bisporigera. Do not eat anything white...White bread, white sugar, white rice,White people and definitely white mushrooms in the wood.

Chicken of the wood, really I hear it taste like chicken

I am really



Phallic fallices



The worlds teenyist tiniest mushroom

From the seed  which we all come from

Juicy watermelon-Mutinus caninus




 

Bless me, Lord
I'm only after what you promised me
So break me, Lord, and with the pieces make another tree
Make another tree
He spoke to me
He spoke to me
He said, "Take only that which you can carry on your back
Just leave the children in the yard and in time,
they'll gladly turn to dust."

Let me lay hear in the grass
All eternity
Let the wind and brain consume me
Then I will be free
I will be free
I want it now
I want it now
So, "Take only that which you can carry on your back
Just leave the children and in time,
they'll gladly turn to dust."
And if they handed me the gold,
I'd slap it from their hands
Then I'd kiss and mourn the sheep
That can't understand
They won't understand

Bless me, Lord
I'm only after what you promised me
So break me lord and with the pieces make another tree
Make another tree
Make another tree
-Eef Barzelay

For every action in the realm of technology we lose and gain something it means to be human. The disconnection connection I have with others is definitely lacking in raw emotion . CAPS LOCK CANT POSSIBLY EXPRESS WHAT I REALLY MEAN. I don't mind posting on Facebook but try to get me to talk to a stranger in the elevator. Such a perplexity that only the Sphinx could explain. Data, virtual reality or phones cannot replace the soft kiss of a lover, but it may make you want the real deal a little more.

Listen to It starts with a Vibration

Plucked, strummed, tapped or thumped. The vibration begins before you hear the beat, you hear the vibration by the beating of your own drum. Vibrating thus farther into the inner ossciles of the ear, into the nerves and memory neurons, Vibrating through you.

Glimpses into Infinity

 If you blink you will miss it. Often times the veil needs to be torn from top to bottom just to be able to catch a glimpse of the wonders of infinity.  Sometimes the glimpse of a moment is so electric and bustling with energy. I wonder if it is a difficult life as a clockmaker, the pressures of trying to emulate something that the universe can only do but has no need of.


Hi- Five!





Electric Weeping Willow



The iris of the Third Eye

The Horror!

The Lunatic

The Id

Love and Peace

Oh my! "She's kicking hard right now" I felt her strong kick from her delicate foot against my rough hands through my Bride's round belly. Love and peace that's tangible. I hate to be cliche' but SHE'S ALIVE and Kicking, hard! And I am in love.....again. Can the love for my love converge with the love that she loves causing a seismic porportion of love in and through our little love? It IS all you need, really. Though lately my cup o' love has been running over the golden brim, I try hard to contain it in. Here have some, take as much as you can carry. 

'And in the end, the love you get is equal to the love you give

- The Beatles.
Hear Hear!
Say What?
Wonderful Jazz ensemble Club d'Elf on a truly magical night with super stellar guest as always. Love ,Peace and slightly dirty martinis to all !

Dead mice.

The bird's were singing so much today. Standing there, without my headphones, I could hear every one's chirp,skwa, honk, and chickadee dee ,such music! Mocking a bird's cadence turned into whistling of the Beatles "don't let me down" and then eventually scales, arpeggios, to jesu joy of man's desiring to a rendition of caravan and most importantly , the grand finale of whistling.I had an epiphany! I am a real good whistler, really. Does anybody need a whistler for their band I might be available for parties also.
Along the steep climb up the neighborhood street I noticed the strangest occurrence , five dead mice. No bite marks just furry ,cold and stiff laid out asleep next to the curb. Did someone just empty out a poisonous mouse trap at the end of their driveway? Mass mouse suicide?Strange, no?

Tennesse Ruins

The greenish blue patina on copper is verdegris, not sure what it's called on tin, maybe rust?

"What's up with that painting in the waiting room..., the one with that rotted out old tree in the barn." Tony Soprano

Night in Tunisia

Art Blakey and the Jazz messengers. Tunisia northern coast of Afrika next to the mediterrian sea.

 

"why can't men live without war".

His smile was not like that of other people blending into a non smile. Pierre.  With Whom, when and where? The smell of hooves and happy creatures. One cat watching, Two hooves, three dogs, four sisters. Wow, soon a happy family of eight,exciting! My lovely bride is reading aloud to our lovely daughter in the womb a lovely novel War and Peace. I am certain that this will aid in my little freckle love being able to think and to be as real as Leo Tolstoy.
Lot of chores done today. Good feeling. Check. "why can't men live without war". The key ,I think is to wake up earlier than five in the evening. Oh and sipping more tea, that definitely helps.
My wife is such a wonderfully fluid reader, she could read early on and has loved every friend she's touched.
This years off to a great start. This is the year I attain it!

I am Being ME All that I am

The beautiful art of Abe Gurvin. He made the artwork for the album Zodiac cosmic sounds and I believe the Beach Boys pet sounds. It's a wonderful dip into the far reaches of the zodiac. Most importantly the instructions on the back read: Must Be Played In The Dark! Gotta love it. Cancer The Moon Child is on the current playlist.

Digging Galactic Rainbows

Traverse the galactic rainbow, when the desire for self realization becomes paramount in life! Catch a ride on the eternal moment of cosmic bliss that is the enlightenment. Anybody? You can't miss it, it's layered between the frequencies of emotion and color. Not too sure about the chakra but I do feel that we vibrate, the infinite ripple, from the Source.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfauigoSJHo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Echoes and resolutions

Wandering on the bank of the river, I came across an old tree jutting over the river bend from the shore.  Small Planks of broken wood that were nailed summers ago climb up the trunk of the tree. The final gnarled plank, a reach even for the adventurous, lays upon the farthest rung directly over the river's winding waters. No doubt the one who placed it here jumped off this spot with absolute glee and shear terror.The bluff across the river lingers the faint echoes  of laughter and wet memories made here suns ago.On another tree I noticed what looked like a lone orange acorn swaying back and forth, a cast that went too high.
I sat there in silence Triumphed by those ghostly giggles the river keeps and the lively chirps birds share. I thought of the bare feet and wet hands that climbed those rungs and plummeted into the cool river waters. I wondered about the squirrels who have buried their nuts there and of the trees that have grown from a forgetful nut that squirrels are climbing on.And on.
This year  one of my new years resolutions is to be sileNt more, no headphone, no mindless chatter just silent. Not rushed to fill the void of a paused conversation but listening to the forgetful echos of Memory. Another resolution is to sip more tea.