Hello 2010. Welcome.

We've been preparing, cleaning up, finishing, getting things in order. You've arrived not a moment too soon. We've so much to share with you about where we're at now. And where we'd like you to take us.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

Wandering the Crossing Minds

Locked in mortal combat as the future shadows loom
The guardian of my spirit fights his way across the room
To where the sick majority infest the myths of doom
But the lanterns of children hold firm in full bloom

And we'll walk a long long way
Oh, together.
Though we found ourselves that way
Long before we knew.
But you know the way it's worked I feel that
when I fly it's with your soul.
And when I cry....

I ride inside the purple dawn collecting golden dew
That falls from citadels of dreams I shake while flying through
Creation's key seems just in reach, ah but then it's overdue
But as darkness surrounds us I'm reaching for you.

And we'll walk a long long way
Oh, together.
Though we found ourselves that way
Long before we knew.
But you know the way it's worked I feel that
when I fly it's with your soul.
And when I cry....

Far across the universe the goblins of the night
Sometimes corner sunrise and keep it out of sight
Wandering the crossing minds, hallucinating light
Is the dream that I have of you holding me tight.

And we'll walk a long long way
Oh, together.
Though we found ourselves that way
Long before we knew.
But you know the way it's worked I feel that
when I fly it's with your soul.
And when I cry... it's you.

-Roy Harper

I first heard this song on the radio about 11:30pm on New Year's Eve night, 1975. I was with many new friends, including John Brady, David Gage, and Kim Braitenback. I don't remember who's house we were at, somewhere in Burbank, we all sat on the floor in the front room. The radio played the last 3 cuts in a row from the Roy Harper album "HQ". Then they played some insanity from Ivor Cutler's "Life in a Scotch Sitting Room". I can remember the table lamp's light on the wall behind my friends' silhouettes. I can almost touch the pale blue-grey of the wall under the lamp's hallucinating light.

When I fly it's with your soul, and when I cry it's you.

Goodbye 1975. Goodbye 2009. Rest in peace.

Movies come to life

This is a very serious moment, my jest title doesn't do justice. You don't see photos of this quality everyday, you know? Amazing Internet, amazing World Wide Web. Amazing NYTimes photographers. Looks like it's right out of Young Frankenstein.

The manly art of doing whatever the hell you want.

Desire is a style.
Karma is a flavor.
Inertia is not a trend.
We are who we want.
Intent is bent.

[Five Easy Pieces Bobby wants plain toast]
Bobby: I'd like a plain omelette, no potatoes, tomatoes instead, a cup of coffee, and wheat toast.
Waitress: No substitutions.
Bobby: What do you mean? You don't have any tomatoes?
Waitress: Only what's on the menu. You can have a number two - a plain omelette. It comes with cottage fries and rolls.
Bobby: Yeah, I know what it comes with. But it's not what I want.
Waitress: Well, I'll come back when you make up your mind.
Bobby: Wait a minute. I have made up my mind. I'd like a plain omelette, no potatoes on the plate, a cup of coffee, and a side order of wheat toast.
Waitress: I'm sorry, we don't have any side orders of toast...an English muffin or a coffee roll.
Bobby: What do you mean you don't make side orders of toast? You make sandwiches, don't you?
Waitress: Would you like to talk to the manager?
Bobby: ...You've got bread and a toaster of some kind?
Waitress: I don't make the rules.
Bobby: OK, I'll make it as easy for you as I can. I'd like an omelette, plain, and a chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast, no mayonnaise, no butter, no lettuce. And a cup of coffee.
Waitress: A number two, chicken sal san, hold the butter, the lettuce and the mayonnaise. And a cup of coffee. Anything else?
Bobby: Yeah. Now all you have to do is hold the chicken, bring me the toast, give me a check for the chicken salad sandwich, and you haven't broken any rules.
Waitress: You want me to hold the chicken, huh?
Bobby: I want you to hold it between your knees.
[Bobby using forearm places table contents on floor.]