You're wondering now.

I have a bit of an Obama hangover. I woke up yesterday thinking, "He's just a politician. It doesn't mean a thing." I suppose it was inevitable that I would have some kind of backlash after the rush of emotions I felt on election night. The future, to quote rockstars like an old hippy, is unwritten. I did almost nothing today. Played the ukulele a bit.

That's a Macafierri Islander he's playing: a plastic ukulele from the '60's. They cost less than $10 back then. Now they're selling for $150 in good condition. Goes to show you can do a lot with a little. Or something.

Oh and since I live in California- Prop 8 should not have passed. It is never right to let the majority decide the rights of a minority. At best, that's privilege extended.

Something good for a change

Almost no traffic in San Francisco tonight but the sidewalks were crowded with people walking around smiling at each other.

Haven't been feeling well, again, so I was home playing the ukulele and looking at other players on YouTube. I came across this guy. Now I know what I aspire to. There's lots of good players out there, and even more fun players, but I wanna be this guy when I grow up. His ukulele, by the way, is a Republic. If you can find one, and I can't, they're relatively inexpensive. A lot of people with thousands to drop on a ukulele have given Republics bad reviews. Clearly it's the player not the instrument.

And while we're getting all poetical

Fuck California Proposition 4. And the Knights of Columbus and, with honorable exceptions, and they are few, the Catholic clergy. Besides, this is another poem that mentions buses.

How could I not post a video that includes poetry, ukuleles and buses? Now if they could have just worked in something about recovery and left wing politics.

I'm feeling a certain guarded optimism. I've been on the losing side since I was a teenager. I think I can handle the change.
Image stolen from Happy Fun Ball.

Another sucky night

People romanticize small town Saturday nights. This looks like another sucky night at the Legion Hall to me. I'll bet that drummer couldn't keep time on a Rolex. The two old guys are scowling because they're afraid somebody might be having a good time. Still, this is my favorite picture lately, because those dancers are sure making the best of it. Stolen from Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Best Costume

From SFist. I haven't had a good costume idea since I won first prize in the costume competition in Cub Scouts. Since then, my few attempts at costumery have been a little too conceptual. Most people didn't get it. The few who did said something like, "Oh, uh, yeah, heh-heh." I definitely didn't bother this year.

The Story of My Exciting Life

I suppose the best argument for trying to change the world is that the world is going to kick your ass whether or not you do anything about it.

Yay! Yay! Yay!

Because I have no idea when I'll have time to actually do anything with this blog.

How to avoid housecleaning

You could start with this fabulous Ukulele murder mystery. I can confidently state that it is the Citizen Kane of Ukulele serial killer films.

If you must clean house, and I must clean house, here's another groovy little tune; a brilliant reggae treatment of the War classic.

Thankfully, life goes on

The little rooster in my yard is quite pleased with himself. He has trained me to throw him sunflower seeds when he flaps his wings and crows at me.

Man, I have been hearing some ugly stuff on the internets. Racists are, by definition, cowards and they are really, really scared of a Black president. They've been acting ugly, ugly, ugly. Some guy got shot for wearing an Obama T shirt. Obama's own campaign bus got harassed by a racist cop. I'm sure there'll be more before it's over.

The good news is that life goes on. Consider this post to be the official start of major Madame Pamita rumors. The lovely and mysterious Madame Pamita has been good enough to share some recent recordings with me. Be prepared for something new from "The act that's sweeping the nation", the latest sensation, Madame Pamita.

In the meantime, the dishes need doing, the laundry needs folding, the floor needs sweeping. Here's a groovy little tune for boppin' around the house:




Madame Pamita contemplates the future.