No we didn't lose power. No damage of any kind here. As of noon yesterday, all we were feeling was what I call Wilma's farts as she sped out to sea in front of us. It does take a lot of time to prepare for the hurricane and then to dismantle your preparations. Besides making four liters of coffee in case we lost power, we had to take everything that was outside and bring it inside. We had to prepare a safe room. We had to pack in case we had to flee. We had to bolt down the garage doors with these special beams that prevent it from getting sucked open. You get hurricane force winds in your garage and you can kiss your roof goodbye. Then you have to undo all that stuff and make four hundred phone calls and e-mails to assure everybody you are not in that part of Florida the TV tabloids keep showing. Over and Over. The only concern I have is when our luck will run out. An uncountable ass load of storms in the past three years and none of them have roughed us up.
But what I'm really worried about is this startling news out of California about USC scientists creating a micro chip that will be inserted into the heads of soldiers to make them "more intelligent and deadly." some might argue that there is an oxymoron in there. The disturbing part is that this research seems to be focused on the art of war rather than the art of say, medical science. How about planting this in the heads of medical students to make our doctors more intelligent and life saving? How about implanting it in the heads of teaching students to make them more intelligent and life giving? How about implanting them in the heads of singer songwriters so they can remember their own damn lyrics? Okay, I'll gladly wait in line behind any number of professionals for my brain chip. So far USC has tested this thing in dead rats. They plan to work their way up to live rats. No word yet on when the USC Trojan football team gets theirs. Apple, it is already rumored, is developing a cranial iPod that will present music, video and phone calls directly to your brain. Tune the sucker with a raised eyebrow or a snicker, I guess.
And I suppose we won't have to wait very long at all for the intelligent design folks to claim this as evidence of some sort.
I suppose a song called Wired or Hardwired could come out of this:
I love you with every fiber of my brain I know how to soothe your pain I rock you and I never get tired And I'm not even wired
On a more serious note. I'm working on cleaning up some demos to post. And I'm collaborating with Kathy Feeney on two new songs. Also a song collaboration with Helen Avakian is percolating in my head. I gave her words. She gave me music. The note is on my staff, so to speak. posted by Bud @ 6:56 AM
