“A woman was hit by a bullet at the peak of rush hour Monday evening as she rode in a car in San Francisco.” Shot fired from the Mission District. KPIX
Browsing Posts published in March, 2004
Been in a bit of a slump past few days. I’m not sure what it is sometimes I just can’t get goin on a post. I guess I had nothing worthwhile to say!
I decided that instead of having a blog on my site I would just go ahead and make my site the blog, not all that original I know, but what the hell.
“You find beauty in ordinary things. Do not lose this ability.”
The Research Department here at daveparker.com has come up with some information regarding night terrors on the web:
http://ga.essortment.com/nightterrorssl_rmge.htm
and some Google Results:
http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&q=night+terrors+in+children
Marina had the worst night terror I have ever seen last night. She woke screaming and thrashing about, kicking, hitting her head against the crib and then against the wall. It was really scary. She was clearly not awake and was extremely scared of what was “getting” her. She screamed over and over “no, no” and “down” and “mama” nothing we could say would sooth her and just touching her or talking to her would start her screaming again. It was really awful. Finally we had to wake her up, she was choking herself from screaming so hard. We played a Barney tape and she slowly came out of it, drank a mouy and settled down, poor kid.
“Hamas’ “spiritual leader” Sheikh Ahmad Yassin — the man who blessed every terror attack against Jews and gave “religious” justification for Hamas’s genocidal murder campaign — has been sent to his eternal reward. I hope he brought air conditioning.” –Ariel Natan Pasko, FRONTPAGEMAG
“If information technology is your chosen vocation, think again; you might be a lot happier if you switched profession and took up hairdressing, plumbing, cooking or even selling flowers.” Read More ->ZDNet.com
Watch over our garden Buddah dude!
Here is the gate that took me a year to build. Just think of all the poopoo I won’t have to scrape off the grass now, yea!
It was really nice today, warm, in the 80s. Did some work in the backyard, installed a gate that I built a year ago. I hurt my back building it. Hurt it bad. I fell to my knees in pain and crawled into the house. April was really worried about me and ran upstairs to find Lisa. Anyway, I finally (and carefully) got back to that project. Lisa helped me, it was fun working out there with her. Marina took a long nap so we found some rare time together. This gate will keep the dog on the other side of the yard. She likes to crap on the new grass, its not very nice. ;-0
Also, I counted five Ice Cream trucks today going by on our street. Does this seem a little much? I mean all day long a store on wheels selling crap in the neighborhood. Its not just Ice Cream, its a mini-mart in the back of a van with a speaker on top. I’m gonna have to take some pics.
I was just listening to “Six Days on the Road”, decided to google ol’ Dave and found this…RIP my friend
When I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate
Or take myself far from this place
I thought I heard a black bell toll
A little bird did sing
Man has no choice
When he wants every thingWe’ll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the brideMan goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught up in the mechanism
Of swindlers who act like kings
And brokers who break everything
The dark of night was swiftly fading
Close to the dawn of day
Why would I want him just to lose him againWe’ll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride
Alison Krause
You’ll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman’s blade will cut thee down,
No cutler’s horn will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true loveAnd as you walk through death’s dark veil,
The cannon’s thunder can’t prevail,
And those who hunt thee down will fail,
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love.Asleep inside the cannon’s mouth,
The captain cries, “Here comes the rout,”
They’ll seek to find me north and south,
I’ve gone to find my ain true love.The field is cut and bleeds to red.
The cannon balls fly round my head,
The infirmary man may count me dead,
When I’ve gone to find my ain true love,
I’ve gone to find my ain true love.Alison Krauss
I missed American Idol last night cause I was at the concert. I am now bummed (but not surprised) that Leah Labelle was sent home. I thought she might make it early on, but she choked during Soul Night, bye, bye Leah!
Tonight we attended a concert at West High School featuring bands from different schols combined from the whole district. It was both middle schools and high schools. Veroinca played violin with the middle school strings. Everybody sounded so great, especially the strings! Really, these guys did so well, I was really impressed! I bought a CD of the show which was recorded that night, I’ll post more later with sound clips.
Spain frightened you.
Spain.
Where I felt at home.
The blood-raw light,
The oiled anchovy faces, the African
Black edges to everything, frightened you.
Your schooling had somehow neglected Spain.
The wrought-iron grille, death and the Arab drum.
You did not know the language, your soul was empty
Of the signs, and the welding light
Made your blood shrivel.
Bosch Held out a spidery hand and you took it
Timidly, a bobby-sox American.
You saw right down to the Goya funeral grin
And recognized it, and recoiled
As your poems winced into chill, as your panic
Clutched back towards college America.
So we sat as tourists at the bullfight
Watching bewildered bulls awkwardly butchered,
Seeing the grey-faced matador, at the barrier
Just below us, straightening his bent sword
And vomiting with fear. And the horn
That hid itself inside the blowfly belly
Of the toppled picador punctured
What was waiting for you. Spain
Was the land of your dreams: the dust-red cadaver
You dared not wake with, the puckering amputations
No literature course had glamorized.
The juju land behind your African lips.
Spain was what you tried to wake up from
And could not. I see you, in moonlight,
Walking the empty wharf at Alicante
Like a soul waiting for the ferry,
A new soul, still not understanding,
Thinking it is still your honeymoon
In the happy world, with your whole life waiting,
Happy, and all your poems still to be found.
Lisa and Veronica did the marathon cookie sales this morning selling all they had out in front of Safeway. Way to go guys! That left April, Marina and I for the morning. Marina was still not feeling all that well, but we managed to take a walk to the park. It was such a nice day, around 80 with a slight breeze. Great morning to be out enjoying the early spring weather!
Today was cool!
Veronica and April and I went to the mall for clothes. Actually, they needed clothes, well I could have used a few new threads but we spent all my money at their stores! April got new shoes and Veronica got some hot shorts and Capri pants, they are happy, that make me happy!
Check out these shoes! I should have bought them for Marina, so cute, little hightops hehe:
