My hurdy-gurdy is out of tune . . .
Friday, October 9, 2026. It's Freya's day . . . Forecasts for GreenCountry and TulseyTown indicate the last of unseasonably warm afternoons for the next five days. Sunny, moderate Southeasterlies and low 90's.
[Trump] is out of control as the election looms. He will try to interfere with the votes we cast. He will try to discredit the press. He does not care if American citizens get harmed in the process. It is all one story. It’s the story we must pay attention to. – Joyce Vance, in Civil Discourse today.
Is Trump to blame for this, too? – Robert Reich, Results of a crippled DFA.
SpaceX wants to compete with land based phone service. The FCC has approved it.
Concertina for Hurdy Gurdy and Broken Banjo
I am not a part of a circle. I have no 'gang' to blame
or hit up for lunch money. But, in the fog-mist-
emotional-fringe of a town that celebrates honky-tonk
while struggling as a wannabe-a-city in the middle of nowhere,
frightened of its possibilities, I am not alone.
Writing is the only thing some of us can do with the insane gifts
bequeathed by the cosmos to keep us sane.
The “art scene” here is fragmented like the busted concrete
streets that join the lowest income sectors
to the gentrified high end bars.
Competition is the underlying spirit
of the multiple (and failed) attempts at unification.
Chaos brings the best out of a few of us
who, nonetheless, have no idea
where most of us live.
– james allen bethel 4.16.25 edited 4.2.25 10.8.26