I think the weather has broken…away from the verdammte heat.

Actually need to wear a long sleeve shirt this morning. A cool wind blows. I think the weather has broken and we begin the slide down into September and away from the verdammte heat.

Me and Ian taking in some ancientness. The Stoa of Attalos

The Stoa of Attalos (also spelled Attalus) was a stoa (covered walkway or portico) in the Agora of AthensGreece.[1] It was built by and named after King Attalos II of Pergamon, who ruled between 159 BC and 138 BC. The current building was reconstructed in 1952–1956 by American architects along with the Greek architect Ioannis Travlos and the Greek Civil Engineer Yeoryios Biris.

Episode two in the emerging “Winds of August” series.

A bricolage of my own music, incorporating an old South African radio series I dug up called “Moon Over Africa”. Note the illustration. That’s a dead guy enlisted to pose in an undertaker’s ad campaign.

Checkin’ in. My Thomann delivery came today. Got a bass and a microphone. Woo hoo. On Saturday no less.

Checkin’ in. My Thomann delivery came today. Got a bass and a microphone. Woo hoo. On Saturday no less.

10 Years No Smoking

Today marks the 10th anniversary for both Maria and I for quitting smoking. I repost this blog entry from 2012 because what I wrote then still holds.

Today, August 12, marks the 6th anniversary for Maria and I not smoking. We began the process of weaning ourselves from this pointless addiction in 2006, pasting nicotine patches to our skin, throwing away cigarettes and cigarette paraphenalia, following the instructions I found on the web for successful cessation.

I am so pleased about this. I am inordinately proud. It is strange to glory in a negative accomplishment, ceasing a practice that should never have begun, but I do anyway. I feel like the governor called with a stay of execution, like school ended early, like I have been issued a get out of jail free card. If nothing else, I now have more money to spend on things like musical equipment. My cigarette habit cost in the thousands of euros per year. I am also free of the necessity of going out in the snow, the rain, late at night seeking tobacco. My fingers and teeth are no longer yellow. My clothes don’t smell like an ashtray. My kisses are sweet.

Tobacco addiction, like most chemical addictions is a plot to enslave us. The producers of addictive drugs seek to control our bodies and minds and to appropriate our resources to fund their own lust for wealth and power. It is the ultimate irony that tobacco companies now seek to addict the ‘rebel’ element in society by implanting messages all over the mass culture that smoking is for the hip, the intelligent, those who think for themselves, when it is precisely those people they seek to enslave and eliminate from society.”

photo saskia lupini

In true compulsive geek/nerd fashion, I have spent yet another day installing Lubuntu linux on my old HP laptop.

In true compulsive geek/nerd fashion, I have spent yet another day installing Lubuntu linux on my old HP laptop. This one, finally, is fast and light on its feet and very windows 7ish. Now I can put this box back in the closet against the day my son spills soup in his computer again and needs my spare.