My candy…

August 13th, 2017 by djm1270

This is a fucking crime against humanity, one that should be met with Fire and Fury. This must be a plot by Kim Jonh Un to cause unrest and chaos to midnight “Merican” snackers. How could it not? When you buy and bag of candy that advertises Kit Kat, Heath Bars, Milk Duds, Reeses Peices and has four Heath Bars and five Kit Kats?! North Korea is clearly fucking with me, if I had a twitter account, I’d tweet.

November evening…

November 27th, 2016 by djm1270

christmas-cardPencils, paper, whiskey, beer. Holiday cheer in-between football games at the end of a long weekend. Crafting the yearly christmas card. And a dog.

Some research

November 13th, 2016 by djm1270


Daily Meditation…

March 23rd, 2015 by djm1270


I’m not a math guy, but I admire them. I’m spatial, enjoy the way patterns form up. Today’s meditation was a golden rectangle, a golden spiral, and some golden triangles thrown in for good measure. They all work together. I didn’t measure anything, just made lines that all hooked up, intersected perfectly. If God exists, it’s perfection in nature…

…and Enso’s…


…and friendship…


…and your soul…


Yet another worthy post…

March 4th, 2015 by djm1270



February 22nd, 2015 by djm1270

Here some pictures and info on our latest gardening experiment. Hugelkultur.








September 28th, 2014 by djm1270


Today while riding my mower on this beautiful indian summer day, I heard “Strange Fruit” by Billie Holiday for the first time. I’ve heard it a hundred times before, regrettably, without hearing the words.
“Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
I’m ashamed, and in wonder of these brave words given the time they were sung by this woman.

I’ve linked some additional info, do look. Lyrics.


June 13th, 2014 by djm1270

…so like a river, the snow melts, flows down the river to the ocean, then pulled back up into the atmosphere and carried back. The cycle comes back and begins anew. The difference between me twenty five years ago and me now, is the memories. Maybe we should all write a memoir at some time, if only to keep the history real. This particular place in time has come back from the ocean of memory, evaporated and rained back down on me. My first real job was in a comic book store, I think I was sixteen or seventeen, loved reading comic books, and thought i had it me to be a drummer. My drum lessons were in Lynnwood across from the roller rink (a memory for another post.) Down the road was an old shopping center, (Lynn-something, The Farmers Market grocery store was there, Jerry’s loan and pawn shop {still there, holy shit} and a Mobil gas station.) there resided The Comic Bin. The owners were Husband and wife %%%%%%%%. Husband was a drummer.

I must disclose now. These memories are triggered. Today coming home from work Wife messaged me through Facebook. I found her there a few years back while trying to find Todd, (Facebook is strange like that.) I thought it was strange I couldn’t find him, my thought and perception of Husband was that he was advancing in his career. He was killed. Those were the words.

The memories were not though.

Today I remembered sitting with Husband at the shop after closing. We were going through a trading card box, trying to make a complete set. As we each opened a pack, we would put the gum from that pack in our mouths. By the time we had finished, and still not finished a complete set of cards, we had a wad of gum in our mouths the size of a golf ball. I remember pulling out of the parking lot and him sticking his head out his car window and letting the ball of gum fall out of him mouth. It bounced when it hit the ground.

That’s one memory. I got a few others that I hadn’t thought of in a lot of years.

Oso benefit show…

March 28th, 2014 by djm1270

First up, one man band.


A time to say something…

March 25th, 2014 by djm1270

…It”s been a couple of days.
Tragedy has occurred, lives lost. Mother Nature and God have had a conflict…again. We can’t win these battles. Can we ever. A day after the slide we were at home, fixing our gutters, the neighbor behind us was cutter their lawn, what else do you do? Persevere, clean up, and carry on. Why would I bless the the people who’s lives have been ripped asunder by the the very force that ripped it apart? because I’m stupid, and want to bring some semblance of comfort to those who have been affected. Friday night a local woman left work in joy knowing that she would spend the night with her new grandchild only to be lost the very next night. It’s fucking terrible.