Tuesday, November 27, 2012

About sums it all up...

(Songwriters: PARTRIDGE, ANDY)
Dear God, hope you got the letter, and...
I pray you can make it better down here.
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer.
But all the people that you made in your image,
see them starving on their feet,
'cause they don't get enough to eat,
from God,
I can't believe in you

Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but...
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears.
And all the people that you made in your image,
see them fighting in the street
'cause they can't make opinions meet
about God,
I can't believe in you

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make Mankind after we made you?
And the Devil too!

Dear God, don't know if you noticed, but...
your name is on a lot of quotes in this book,
and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
and all the people that you made in your image
still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it ain't, and so do you,
dear God,
I can't believe in
I don't believe in

I won't believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners, no Devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
You're always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
and it's the same the whole world 'round.
The hurt I see helps to compound
that Father, Son and Holy Ghost
is just somebody's unholy hoax,
And if you're up there you'd perceive
that my heart's here upon my sleeve.
If there's one thing I don't believe in

It's you....

Dear God.


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


I have Search Images that run continuously in my head, they help me spot things that I am interested in.  I have a life-long interest in animals and I'm pretty good at spotting different species as I drive down the road (even when other people miss them).  So let's talk about what I saw today while sitting on my balcony.  I don't get good Internet reception inside my apartment so as today's latest thunderstorm was ending I packed up my PC and hauled it outside.  The rain had just finished and I'm seated in my MIZZOU folding chair and staring over the top of my laptop screen out across the common area of the apartment complex .  In my immediate field of vision is the crest of a little hill to the left of the asphalt pathway that winds thru the Apartment Complex.  I catch a glimpse of something grey moving from right to left (downhill) just past the crest of the hill.  It's longer than it is wide, thick bodied and as it moves the back is hunched and undulates.  I had the good fortune to observe wild animals while on vacation in Florida and my very first thought is...OTTER!  It was not moving like a cat and it was larger than a squirrel.  I'm staring at the spot where it disappeared and I can see squirrels further away and this animal was way bigger than a squirrel.  I have been around and handled ferrets and this animal was heavier than a ferret.  So I'm sitting there chuckling to myself and have just about convinced myself that I mistook a squirrel for an otter when the second one moves into my view from right to left on the same track as the first.  Here is where it gets weird.  The second animal was just as thick at the first one, just as long and moved the same way.  The coat was different though.  The only way I can describe it is...CALICO.  Not kidding.  I have never seen an otter with a coat anything like this.  So there are three choices:

  1. I am crazy and dreamed the whole thing up
  2. I saw a squirrel/ferret being followed by a cat
  3. I saw two otters out on a romp after a thunderstorm

As soon as the second one disappeared below the crest of the hill I jumped up and set my PC down on the footstool in my apartment and grabbed my umbrella and went outside to see if I could get a better look.  As I'm walking up the asphalt path towards the crest of the hill I'm thinking "have they bred Calico Ferrets yet?"  I get to the spot where the two animals disappeared and NOTHING.  I completely circle the apartment  building where they were headed downhill towards and nothing.  No clue, no sighting, nothing.  As I near the woods on the edge of the apartment complex, several squirrels are giving their alarm calls.  Maybe they are upset at something that made it into the woods before I got there.  Maybe they are upset at me.  As I'm walking back to my place I'm doubting myself and thinking, some one's pets have gotten loose.  Maybe they are in the same family as ferrets and that is what I saw.  As I pass the fenced pond on the apartment property I'm thinking there is nothing here that otters would be interested in, no habitat...



Monday, August 20, 2012

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Who killed KB Toys?

For those people that think Mitt Romney is a job creator, you have been lied to. Mitt Romney ran Bain Capital when it purchased KB Toys in 2000. Bain removed 85 MILLION DOLLARS from the company and effectivly killed KB Toys. Mitt Romney directly caused the closure of 605 stores and all those people lost their jobs, including me. I loved working for KB Toys. Job Creator my ass...

Monday, July 23, 2012

Friday, July 13, 2012

Old women and loose dogs

At this point I can pop out 9 miles without even thinking about the distance I just biked.  Take today for instance, I can't remember if I biked 9 or 12 miles.  Today three interesting things happened:

  1. When I pulled into the parking lot I scared a 5-Lined Ground Squirrel and he took off running across the whole parking lot.  He needs his Chipmunk card pulled, that is NOT how you survive a dive bombing hawk.  Just saying...
  2. As I was finishing a leg of my ride I was coasting downhill and approaching the blind corner to the next leg of my ride.  As usual I reached with my left thumb for my bike bell arm to sound an alarm before I roar around the corner.  I missed the little toggle arm and looked down to more accurately place my thumb on my bike bell arm.  As my thumb squarely hits the bell arm something colorful swims into my immediate field of vision.   SHOVE on the bell, no sound comes out.  It's an elderly woman wearing a cute sun hat on her bike coming from the opposite direction.  "Sorry" she wobbles out and stops smack dab in the middle of my side of the bike trail.  I react out of instinct to miss her and end up swinging wide and crossing onto the actual roadbed next to the trail.  Luckily there were no cars about or I'd have been toast.  As I pass her my hands are shaking and I look down to see what is wrong with my bell and why it didn't sound.  The toggle arm is bent 90 degrees straight down hugging the bell's side.  I RANG THAT BELL!  I unbend the toggle arm and continue my bike ride (it works fine now).
  3. On the same leg of my ride I'm approaching another bend so I sound my bike bell.  Ding Dong, DAVID IS COMING!  When I ride around the turn past the obscuring vegetation I almost run over two pure-bred Boxers.  They are smelling the base of the metal bar that pokes out of the middle of the asphalt to keep cars from driving down the bike trail.  I have scared them.  First thought:  "I'm going to get bit!"  Second thought:  "They are loose, catch them!"  I immediately brake and begin the soft high pitched "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii, come here, good boy..."  which sets one dog off running away and the other gets excited because someone is playing the "Chase me game" and he gallops around in a circle.  Beautiful dogs, one fawn and one dark chocolate.  Both have collars and tags and both are heading towards the busy road.  I about have a heart attack when the darker one runs straight onto the road while looking backwards at me.  I can't see if any cars are coming or not (there were none).  The other Boxer follows the first across the road with that goofy "You have to catch me" face that dogs that like to run away sometimes have.  Across the road is a golf course and in a matter of seconds they have crossed the quarter mile distance and are now scattering a flock of geese.  Two tiny little specks in the distance weaving in and out of the trees barking wildly sending the geese flying.  I cannot catch these two Boxers.  I resume my bike ride.  This sucks, I hate the idea that someones dog may get hit by a car.  After a while I see a young boy on the bike path walking towards me.  He's swinging a leather lead.  Then I notice the shirtless tattooed Dad about 20 feet behind him.  "Are you looking for two Boxers?"  Of course they are.  I tell them the last place I saw them.  I resume my bike ride.  I hit the end of this leg and turn around to head back to the parking lot.  Biking through the woods I come across the boy by himself and I stop and repeat all the information about the dog's location to him.  I resume my bike ride.  As I reach the space where I first saw the dogs I notice the Dad coming back dogless from across the golf course.  I turn and ride on the road a bit and bike towards him.  When I reach him I repeat all the information about the dog's location to him.  He tells me that some kid opened the door and let the dogs out to run and they got away.  He thanks me and heads back down the bike trail.  I suspect he needs his car to continue looking for his Boxers.  I finish my ride.  Load Rambler on the back of Deerslayer and pull out onto the road.  Instead of turning left towards home I turn right towards the golf course.  I pull into every drive and road starting at the dog park and finishing in the industrial area behind the golf course.  After about 10 minutes and no luck I quit and head back home.  This sucks, I hate the idea that someones dog may get hit by a car.  I cannot solve this problem.  I hope someone catches them and calls the Dad to come pick up his Boxers.  They were really beautiful dogs...

Thursday, July 12, 2012


David<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~got passed by a retiree on a 10-speeder

Today while riding my bike I noticed a doe crossing the bike path up ahead of me.  She crossed cautiously and paused in the middle of the asphalt and looked all around.  I'm thinking what is she doing?  I should take some video of her crossing the trail, but I didn't.  About a minute after she entered the woods on the other side she was followed by her twin spotted fawns.  Wish I had gotten my camera out after all...

258 lbs!

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Notes on this week's bike rides

 258 lbs
(Momma Turtle burying her eggs right next to the bike trail)
(It had rained the night before so she decided it was a good day to lay her eggs)
(Good job Momma Turtle, I'll keep an eye on your nest for you!)

  • I have biked every single day since last Monday (Friday July 6th doesn't count)
  • My appetite has increased w/ exercise and my weight has decreased w/ exercise (current weight posted above)
  • Found a Momma Turtle covering up her nest while out biking (various pictures posted above)
  • No one has passed me on the bike trail while I've been biking for over a year now (there were a couple of close calls though:
            gangs of 10-speeders in slick suits and a retiree moving flat out in a Recumbent Bicycle)
  • At the end of my ride I discovered one of my fingerless bike gloves sitting on the ground behind my car (*)
  • Driving home I noticed in my rear view mirror that the top flap of my bike bag was flapping in the wind (*)
  • Last night's storm lowered the temperature by 15 degrees (and made a huge mess on the bike trail)
  • I like that the Valley Park PD patrols the bike trails (even if it is inconvenient dodging cop cars on the trail)
  • When I work out it is a combination of Weightlifting and Bicycling (Rambler weighs over 75 lbs)
  • I think of myself as a Cruiser (bicycling as a way of life and as a fashion statement, David is stylin')
  • I dropped my MP3 handlebar Speaker Bag and it no longer works (but it may just need new batteries)
  • I may actually prefer biking with only 1 ear bud (listening to music AND maintaining situational awareness)

* actually the same bike ride

Monday, April 30, 2012

Two things:

  1. Yanking out earhairs makes a weird sound
  2. Yanking out nosehairs makes you cry

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

I've been thinking a lot about my Father recently...

Dad's well read copy
Tomorrow is the 3rd Anniversary of my Father's death.  I usually unpack my Red/White/Blue Bunting and hang it on my balcony on April 5th, and leave it up until the 4th of July to honor my Dad.  I will do this this year also.  I picked up two books to look at that I had brought back to Missouri with me from Texas.  One: THINGS I BELIEVE IN, I had purchased and given to Dad.  The Second: GUNS, GERMS, AND STEEL, Dad had bought for himself and talked about a lot when we were together.  It was a bestseller in my Bookstore but I had never gotten around to reading it.  When I saw it in Dad's old study I brought it home with me.  Yesterday when I picked up this book I was surprised to find Dad's notes in the margins and his scribbles on maps and charts in the book.  He treated it like a text book and underlined passages he liked or thought important.  It was like going back in time to see his hand writing and ideas written in his book.  I can hear his voice talking about the ideas expressed about our civilization in Jared Diamond's book.  I just finished reading a book (reading is a generous term, I ended up skipping through the parts that I didn't like), so I'm ready to start a new read.  I am looking forward to reading this along side the notes by my Dad...
My Dad's hand written notes

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

This is me early this Friday morning...


David<~~~~~~~~~~will be the first person in line!

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Things I learned on Sunday's Bike Ride...

  1. If you ride too fast your hat will fly off.
  2. Do not smile as you ride thru swarms of tiny insects.
  3. The Meramec is high and muddy.
  4. New logs have washed into Simpson Lake for the turtles to perch on.
  5. Missing two days of biking makes riding 6 miles tiresome.
  6. Some people are amused when I bike past with flags flying.
  7. Some people think I'm weird and avoid eye contact when I bike past with flags flying.
  8. There are more families using the trail on weekends.
  9. Biking makes me happy.
  10. Biking makes me very happy.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012


(Those of you in the know, know who Rambler is.  Those of you who do not know who Rambler is need to read more of my blog)

Yesterday Tiffany asked me to go biking with her.  Biking is not her thing.  She really was trying to jump start me.  It worked.  Biked 3 miles yesterday and 6 miles today.  I will bike 9 miles tomorrow and 16 miles on Friday (weather permiting).  The 16 miles will be on Grants Trail and all other rides are on the Greenway.  Did I mention that I love my Girlfriend?

Notes on yesterday's ride:
  1. I thought that my butt would be sore after not riding in a long time.  I was wrong.
  2. I thought that I would be exausted after not riding in a long time.  I was wrong.
  3. I thought that I might not want to ride today after not riding in a long time.
I was wrong.

Notes on today's ride:

  1. I love riding my bike.
  2. I love listening to music as I ride my bike.
  3. I love watching my flags flutter in the wind as I listen to music as I ride my bike.
  4. I love watching Nature as I ride down the bikepath.
  5. I love watching other people as I ride down the bikepath.
  6. I love watching the Meremac River as I ride down the bikepath.

Twigs decide to become garter snakes and race off as I ride down the bikepath!

David<~~~~~~~~~loves riding his bike!

(Anyone guess the name of David's bike?)

Friday, March 9, 2012

Watching theCOOLtv...

(K'NAAN featuring CHUB ROCK)

Bundle up my whole style is so cold
I glow like old guys who go bald
My flow got no front in the vocal
Your flow got no button it's so old

I don't mean to sound like a showboat
But it's true my persona's no joke
I stepped into some kinda portal
I'm legend and sometimes I'm noble

I'm from the most risky zone, oh
No place is more shifty global
More pistols, Russian revolvers
We shootin' all that is normal

But it ain't just because we want to
We ain't got nowhere we can run to
Somebody please press the undo
They only teach us the things that guns do

They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets

They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets

Rock, you know my era
B-boy seasoning, salt-n-pepa
Grown and sexy, come with the extra
Crushed up linen, fly like Cessna

This type brew, I gave it birth
Now it's time again to give it a verse
Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja
Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia

And it goes in the background
Playa, that is my sound
The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top
Pioneer legend and they call me Mr. Rock

No B word or N word, I don't need those words
Respect for hers
The game dried up, so we come with the grease
Leadin' ya right and treatin' ya right, so peace

They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets

They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets

Superman is known by the locals
As this dude who's so fly it's global
Attitude that came outta struggle
Destitute but I make it hopeful

You real but my real is tenfold
My real will make yours a rental
Gangsta if at ease, essential
Fight with guns or utensils

So bold, nothing's confidential
Breakfast was not continental
And lunch could not compliment all
We still become competent souls

These streets ain't paved with no gold
Matter fact someone stole the light bulb
Nobody fat enough for lypo
They don't teach us to read and write, so

They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets

They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets

David<~~~~~~~~~~~still dancing!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Just got back from seeing a FREE movie!

Local Jazz Singer Erin Bode invited me to see the movie SALMON FISHING IN THE YEMEN.  Would have been a great date except she also brought her Husband and some odd 100 people to the free screening by GoFoBo.com.


Friday, March 2, 2012

Its raining, its pouring...

So of course I'm heading out to the Sophia M. Sachs Butterfly House in Faust Park.  It's part of the MOBO Gardens so I get in free (a big TY to Tif's Parents for the Membership)!  They are in the middle of the MARCH MORPHO MANIA and have over 3,000 free flying Morpho Peleides butterflies in their dome.  I'm taking my camera...

David<~~~~~~~~has always loved butterflies!

(Here is the link to the Webshots Album of my pictures)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

New haircut...

can you say...


Tuesday, February 14, 2012


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Noises from the Vivarium

One of my Flying Geckos
has caught a mealworm
and is currently
beating it to death
against the tree bark
in it's Vivarium...

I'm in a ZULU frame of mind...

David<--------just got his restored Martin Henry rifle!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012




The Space Between


Maybe if you hold my hand as we walk through

I know I can trust you

Here now we go again

I want to help you understand the world that I know

Surrounded by angels

Here now we go again


And in the dark our eyes never know if they will see again

But when the stars come out I can feel the light creeping in

Once again


oh, oh

oh, oh


Music playing in my head feels like something

I recall loving

Here play it once again

There must have been a melody I can't remember

I only know the beat beat beat

Here play it once again


And in the dark our eyes never know if they will see again

But when the stars come out I can feel the light creeping in

Once again


oh, oh


You and I,

Living in the space between

You and I,

Living in the space between


If I ever see the light of day,

I'll never close my eyes again

But lift my head,

And soak it in


oh, oh


You and I,

Living in the space between

You and I,

Living in the space between

You and I,

Living in the space between

You and I,

Living in the space between

Monday, February 6, 2012


My brother Mark has finished restoring my antique Martini Henry Rifle.  This particular rifle saw service with the Gurkas in Nepal and is approximatily 130 yrs old.  This type of rifle is most famous for it's use in the defense of Roarke's Drift in Natal in South Africa.  Very famous battle immoralized in the movie ZULU...

The trigger assembly removed for cleaning

Monday, January 30, 2012

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Sunday, January 22, 2012


First picture of Dad holding Conner.
Conner's first Christmas!

The Smith Family is always serious...
I beat Mom & Dad down to the Hospital so I could photograph them
as soon as they saw their 1st Grandchild for the first time!
Smith Family circa late 60's

My Nephew CONNER!

Friday, January 13, 2012

I'm still working on improving myself...


I'm watching a lot of Republican Presidency Candidate coverage, cussing too much, and writing really negative/hateful blog entries.  I just went through my journal and removed the uglier blog posts.  Quitting cussing is really hard.  For one thing I like cussing.  I like the instant gratification of the release of it.  I think of it as "blasting" something.  Usually while watching TV I blurt out the most offensive thing I can think of to insult the person I'm looking at.  Really ugly.  If I was ever filmed "blasting" the TV it would probably turn your stomach.  You can't be a Liberal and be Intolerant.  I am a Liberal, so I have to improve myself and quit the behaviors that make me look the ogre.  Nice guys don't cuss, judge people, and are intolerant....

(don't want to be this guy)

DAVID<~~~~~~~~TRYING to be a better person

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Heading out to a 2 yr olds Birthday Party...

Think I'll get her a STARBUCKS gift card!

David<~~~~always thinking of other's well-being!

Thursday, January 5, 2012


Recently I installed a nifty 3-D hit counter in the sidebar of my journal.  For the first time (right now) there is someone reading my journal at the same time I'm messing with it! 

David<~~~~~tickled that people read what I write!

Adam Ant is releasing a new CD!

And it has been delayed so he is rescheduling his American Concerts!  SCORE!  I'm now contemplating attending the Dallas Concert (the weekend after my birthday) AND the Chicago Concert in October!  Yay me!  Very fired up.  I'm waiting to see what's available after they reset their available tickets due to the rescheduling.  More to follow...

David<~~biggest Adam Ant fan in Missouri!

(seriousily, there was a competition and my collection weighed the most!)

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

This was the No. 1 song on the day I was born...


The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace
And, tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

DAVID<~~~just might be the Anti-Christ!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Good Bye 2011...

HELLO 2012!