That's five whole years, not counting its earlier 2001-3 incarnation as Unzen Koans (now sadly deleted even from the Wayback Machine, alas). Actually, a number of pages (sans images) still exist at Archive.org.

Perhaps the posts haven't been spilling from these pages as quickly as they once have, but if you believe the adage that each picture tells a thousand words, farkleberries has been as wordy as ever - if not more so. Lately I've let my trusty little digital camera describe the scenes and sights around me. This red C7 bulb, all fiery glow to warm a winter's night, is part of my latest photo series on Flickr.

Coincidentally, as of tomorrow (Jan 11th) my thirties will leave the building. I am oddly relieved.

The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been. ~Madeleine L'Engle

The first forty years of life give us the text; the next thirty supply the commentary on it. ~Arthur Schopenhauer

As fellow Capricorn Elvis always says, thanggyaverramuch....

Labels: photo, soapbox, xmas

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Happy New Year, everyone...yes, I know it's a few days late, but you know how things get in the Midwestern Dead of Winter. It takes a few hot javas to melt the synapses. Enjoy this live version of XIII. Stoleti's "Elizabeth" from the 2003 Castle Party in its full 7:35 glory. A little less grand than the original, but more spontaneous - and Petr Stepán cuts loose with a rare guitar solo jam at the end. [Thanks to Torquemado for uploading the "Elizabeth" video to YouTube, and x4nthi for "Fatherland"]

Labels: music, video

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