Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

No Longer Secret 3D Identity Mocks Real World

In which my Human Name is attached to a satirical piece printed in the Oregonian.

Go figure.

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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Ocean City Potpourri


Through the bramble

Yesterday, (July 26, 2008) Mrs. Jivester (Donna) and Mr. Jivester (Frank) went to Ocean City (our first journey to the Oregon Coast). We did not get going until mid-afternoon, but very much enjoyed our time at the beach. We hope to visit more and more of the coast, as time permits, but then again, only time will tell...


Less bramble


Cloud hidden, Mr. Watts


Boy at the end of the world


Happy dogs


Up close and personal


Eternity in an hour


In which we meet another couple from Portland and show them a...


...sand shrimp on a half shell


Time to wander back


We went to Roseanne's for dinner


In which a used napkin joins a plate-themed tableau


Goodbye to Ocean City--we would like very much to come back

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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Got Me a Neocon



I'd like to dedicate these lyrics to a great group of guys who make up a Portland based band they like to call "The Warshers." Hi to Alan and The Human Snorklers...

Got Me a Neocon

got me a neocon
a '73
she'll do a hundred ten
then she starts to bleed

on corners she leaves a mark
on hills she's a spaz
she acts like she's so tough
acting like she's so bad

she's a punk
she's a punk
she's a punk
ragtop pretender
she's a punk

took her to pch
then headed south
drove to diego
and came in her mouth

the radio's busted
the wipers don't work
i drove her when dusted
she went berserk

she's a punk
she's a punk
she's a punk
she's a punk

yeah, yeah
she's a...punk
yeah, yeah
what a...punk
yeah, yeah, yeah
aw, damn
she's just a punk

wrote on the windshield
wrote on the dirt
somebody wash me
somebody's hurt

invaded a freeway
and killed all the clowns
who crowded america
who brought us all down

she's a punk
she's a punk
she's a punk
she's a punk

yeah, yeah
she's a...punk
yeah, yeah
what a...punk
yeah, yeah, yeah
aw, damn
she's just a punk

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image and lyrics by mjs

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Ain't No Angels in the Waterfall



here's a way to make the water run
here's a way to make it fall
just do nothing, over and over
over and under
and then let it ride

here's a way to make the morning last
here's a way to make it paradise
put your fingers on the window glass
inside and outside
and then tap, tap, tap, tap, tap

(chorus)
ain't no angels in the waterfall
ain't no devils in the mud
ain't no season on back order
ain't no catalog
for this life
for this life

here's a way to raise the setting sun
here's a way to make the stars alive
just remember something broken
as a token
of all the lights into the night
all the lights into the night

here's the temperature of my hand
here's the wind and all the rain
on and off, off and on
once we've begun we fall in love again
i love to fall in love
with you

(chorus)
ain't no angels in the waterfall
ain't no devils in the mud
ain't no season on back order
ain't no catalog
for this life
for this life

here's a way to make the water run
here's a way to make it fall
just do nothing, over and over
over and under
and then let it ride

here's a way to make the morning last
here's a way to make it paradise
put your fingers on the window glass
inside and outside
and then tap, tap, tap, tap, tap

(chorus)
ain't no angels in the waterfall
ain't no devils in the mud
ain't no season on back order
ain't no catalog
for this life
for this life

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lyrics and image by mjs

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Monday, July 21, 2008

A Perfect Canopy



i told a pretty girl
a thousand years ago
that if she kissed me sweet
i'd never let her go

her eyes were like the summer
her lips were like the spring
her hair like autumn leaves
in winter she did sing

i'd hold her in my arms
we'd lay beneath a tree
forever in the gentle shade
a perfect canopy
a perfect canopy

we were never old
we were never young
we were never never
we were everyone
we were on the hill
we were in the sun
we were running free
we were everyone
everyone you see
everything you do
is just another version
it's just another you
nothing to complete
nothing to be free
we are everything
everything you see
we were never old
we were never young
we were never never
we were everyone
everyone

i remember oceans
waves breaking on the sand
birds that ran on skinny legs
and castles made by hand

did we face the music
did we face the west
did we watch the sun
vanish in the mist

everywhere is beauty
everywhere is sky
we are in forever
until we say goodbye
until we say goodbye

we were never old
we were never young
we were never never
we were everyone
we were on the hill
we were in the sun
we were running free
we were everyone
everyone you see
everything you do
is just another version
it's just another you
nothing to complete
nothing to be free
we are everything
everything you see
we were never old
we were never young
we were never never
we were everyone
everyone

(softly)
i told a pretty girl
a thousand years ago
that if she kissed me sweet
i'd never let her go

her eyes were like the summer
her lips were like the spring
her hair like autumn leaves
in winter she did sing

i'd hold her in my arms
we'd lay beneath a tree
forever in the gentle shade
a perfect canopy
a perfect canopy

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Sunday, July 20, 2008

He'll Put it in a Little, to See How it Feels

Dobson might be able to work up a stiffy for McCain. The worlds awaits with baited breath. And baited breath mints.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

President McCain Has An Erection That Lasts More Than Four Hours

It could happen. If it does happen, he should consult a doctor. And get a tatoo.

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Monday, July 14, 2008

God Bless the Jews, Christians & Muslims (and please leave the rest of us alone!)

Deal with it.

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Mars in Disguise

Phil Gramm inspired me!

i didn't say what you think i just said
i didn't mean it, the part that you read
what i was saying, just to be clear
changes in tone every week, month and year

i wasn't implying, nor did i suggest
the american public is an ignorant pest
in fact what the truth is, just open your eyes
our government clearly is mars in disguise

(chorus)
the red planet
is running the earth
the red planet
gave us our birth
the red planet
gets all of its kicks
in the home of the free
out on route 66
blam! blam!
out on route 66

times were hard, in the cosmic egg
pluto devalued and knocked down a peg
the moon just a plaything, a lover no more
once was a goddess, now just a whore

we looked up to heaven, but saw only gas
when we spoke of god we spoke out of our ass
the magic was spent, the myths on vacation
we were alone and adrift, ripe for invasion

the mars people landed and took over fast
they ate all the children, drank all our gas
we didn't notice, we didn't see
we should have read scientology

(chorus)
the red planet
is running the earth
the red planet
gave us our birth
the red planet
gets all of its kicks
in the home of the free
out on route 66
blam! blam!
out on route 66

congress was run by gastropod freaks
drinking our blood and buggering geeks
the law of the land replaced by a taser
for three dollars more you get stunned by a phaser

it's over, it's done, a country no more
just a way station without a back door
run by the martians, run by the bugs
put down the guns and give 'em a hug

the last human being lost the last fight
the last human being lit a candle that night
mars is the winner, the champ fair and square
its skin will burn off when it breathes the air

(chorus)
the red planet
is running the earth
the red planet
gave us our birth
the red planet
gets all of its kicks
in the home of the free
out on route 66
blam! blam!
out on route 66

i didn't say what you think i just said
i didn't mean it, the part that you read
what i was saying, just to be clear
changes in tone every week, month and year

i wasn't implying, nor did i suggest
the american public is an ignorant pest
in fact what the truth is, just open your eyes
our government clearly is mars in disguise

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Phil Gramm Lets Grotesque Alien Cat Out of Bag

Phil Gramm, a top adviser to Sen. John McCain, on Thursday said he was not trying to insult Americans when he told a Washington newspaper that "We have sort of become a nation of whiners." The former senator from Texas told CNN that he was trying to say the nation's leaders, not its people, were "whiners."

Um, our leaders are not people? Methinks a slip of the tongue hath revealed the hidden truth regarding our insect overlords!

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I will endeavor to follow this one with some lyrics...

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Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Oh, the Diamond is too Rough

Leah over at Correntewire inspired me tonight! I hope you, dear reader, enjoy this little ditty--I imagine it as a reggae tune, sung by the ghost of Bob Marley...

oh, the diamond is too rough

i went shopping for a little gem
full of sparkle lights
a thousand facets reflecting love
to brighten up the night

i wanted something kind of hard
so pretty and yet tough
i tried to hold it but it cut my hand
oh, the diamond is too rough

everybody:
when you strut your stuff
when you've had enough
the diamond is too rough
yeah, baby
the diamond is too rough
you can cut the world
and make it fall apart
the diamond is too rough

i asked a lawyer and an engineer
to help me sail the seas
the engineer built a boat that sank
the lawyer sued the trees

i asked my baby to marry me
a long, long time ago
she just laughed and began to sing
no, no, no, no, no

come on baby, i'm serious
why do you give me guff?
she said her heart was way too soft
and the diamond is too rough

everybody:
when you strut your stuff
when you've had enough
the diamond is too rough
yeah, baby
the diamond is too rough
you can cut the world
and make it fall apart
the diamond is too rough

i saw a man who was mad at the world
he liked to shake his fist
he shut his eyes and he howled away
about all that he had missed

i brought him incense and a tambourine
and an empty cup for luck
he started singing with a silver voice
the diamond is too rough

everybody:
when you strut your stuff
when you've had enough
the diamond is too rough
yeah, baby
the diamond is too rough
you can cut the world
and make it fall apart
the diamond is too rough

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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Christ in a Cracker!

Catholic crackers in my soup
Mystical wafers loop the loop
When I pass the Lord on through
Mythical constructs in my poop!

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Monday, July 07, 2008

You Gotta Love This

back where I came from
the streets were long and dry
cinderblock walls, they rose up
and the cars just whizzed on by

we were far from the center
like an outpost, like a dream
kind of like outfielders
who didn't have a team

i didn't use to know where i was
didn't know where i'd been
didn't know how to love
didn't know how to sin
lord, help me please
let me begin again

god said:
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love
you gotta find something
below or above
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love

used to be a farm
right down the street
made forts with the beanpoles
throwing dirt clods in the heat

they tore that old house down
and laid out the asphalt lanes
they took away the sunshine
made runoff out of rain

i didn't use to know where i was
didn't know where i'd been
didn't know how to love
didn't know how to sin
lord, help me please
let me begin again

god said:
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love
you gotta find something
below or above
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love

dad came home at five o'clock
time to run and hide
he was like a lion
full of angry pride

mom was on the cello
pulling on her bow
daddy needed loving
she just shook her head no

too many kids already
too many things we had to dodge
daddy hid his whisky
and his smokes in the garage

i didn't use to know where i was
didn't know where i'd been
didn't know how to love
didn't know how to sin
lord, help me please
let me begin again

god said:
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love
you gotta find something
below or above
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love

daddy got old and tired
grew sweeter with the days
i could see him shrinking
he'd say bye to us one day

i live in a new city
confusin' mess sometimes
lots of noise and thunder
man, i love the way it shines

i didn't use to know where i was
didn't know where i'd been
didn't know how to love
didn't know how to sin
lord, help me please
let me begin again

god said:
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love
you gotta find something
below or above
you gotta love this
cuz there's nothing else to love

back where I came from
the streets were long and dry
cinderblock walls, they rose up
and the cars just whizzed on by

we were far from the center
like an outpost, like a dream
kind of like outfielders
who didn't have a team

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Sunday, July 06, 2008

Paul Thorn: The Mission Temple Fireworks Stand



Mrs. Jivester and I (and two other friends of the blues and us) went to the Waterfront Blues Festival yesterday in Portland, Oregon. We had the profound pleasure of listening to Phillip Walker, Sherman Robertson, Rosie Ledet, Leon Blue (I'll tell ya all a little story about The Man in Blue and The Blue Man some other time...). Nearby, on the Main Stage we heard a bit of Elvin Bishop & Charlie Musselwhite.

Mr. Paul Thorn and his band did their thing and they did it well. Lots of YouTubes of this guy to check out...lordy, but the blues iz fun!

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Friday, July 04, 2008

When I Look at You

jesus was born at 'a quarter to three
at the end of the last century
they nailed him to a cross
and left him to bleed
times were hard

satan fell from heaven at five o'clock
got a job working on the docks
his ship came in
then got stuck on the rocks
times were hard

when i look behind the door
when i look at you
i only see rumors and lies
when i look at you
when i stop to stare
when i take five
i only see rumors and lies
when i look at you

fireworks came after ten
little bombs to make you grin
you light the fuse
with smoke on the wind
times are hard

summer can never stay
it has to go away
we all wave goodbye
every dog has his day
times are hard

when i look behind the door
when i look at you
i only see rumors and lies
when i look at you
when i stop to stare
when i take five
i only see rumors and lies
when i look at you

there were poets in the street
they made our walking very sweet
we looked them in the eye
but we couldn't take the heat
we said goodbye

there was perfect sand
and castles made by hand
the tide just sighed
and came back again
we said goodbye

when i look behind the door
when i look at you
i only see rumors and lies
when i look at you
when i stop to stare
when i take five
i only see rumors and lies
when i look at you

jesus was born at 'a quarter to three
at the end of the last century
they nailed him to a cross
and then let him bleed
times were hard

satan fell from heaven at five o'clock
got a job working on the docks
his ship came in
then got stuck on the rocks
times were hard

when i look behind the door
when i look at you
i only see rumors and lies
when i look at you
when i stop to stare
when i take five
i only see rumors and lies
when i look at you

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Thursday, July 03, 2008

A Salmon Berry at Rest



Silver Falls, Oregon

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