Saturday, July 30, 2011


I can no longer ignore the Brooksley Born phenomenon. Six months after I wrote that blog entry I am still getting over 100 hits a month on that one entry. By the way, no other entries are successful. :)

So...  I'm guessing this might help my blog numbers:

Brooksley Born, My Hero

Friday, July 29, 2011

Talk of the Town - Again

Jack Johnson's Talk of the Town was my first new song in this later part of my life which I loved so much that I decided to listen to more and more newer type songs, which I term "coffeehouse" after the station I was listening to. This still remains my favorite Jack Johnson song, and it still moves me.

Posted earlier in a different version, here is a version from AOL sessions.

Feelin' Groovy

Feeling better and better. Maybe I'm at the crossroads...

I realized. in my other posts, that I'm relearning long forgotten economic theory bit by bit.  I'm basically familiar with theory, it's the details that I have forgotten so badly. I really did have to study harder than anyone else to be able to remember it during the test and not be nervous taking the test. Quite a combo... :)

Anyway, I'm feeling groovy...

52nd Street Bridge (attribution unknown, sorry, I lost it)

This is just a beautiful picture, I left it oversized.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

59th Street Bridge

Today I'm celebrating!

Simon & Garfunkel, 59th St. Bridge Song  from "The Smother's Brother's Comedy Hour," I guess.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Long Ago and Far Away, Part 2

This song has been in my head since the last post. Since it had very little to do with the post I decided not to post it. But this song has been running around in my head and I even found myself humming it at innapropriate times where I work. So here it is in a much better version than that released on the radio. Much of the appeal of James Taylor had always been in live peformance. My love for him grew immeasurably after seeing him in performance long ago and far away:

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Gregor Mendel

Born July 20, 1822

Gregor Mendel was a hero of mine in my childhood. This was not because I cared deeply about genetics, but about science. Mendel's theories coupled with Charles Darwin's theories would be a revelation to any child seeking knowledge. I never really liked the biography of Darwin much but I was inspired by Mendel. Many religious figures of the 19th century had the resources, time, and freedom to think. This was a rarety in that era but it is not in our own. Yet, sadly...

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

60's Album Art

Welcome to the new revamped friendly blog. I have been using a nice easy template but... I wanted to give this friendly thing an edge. :)

Thus the unreadable new logo. I'll change it now and then. I'm learning Photoshop Elements, a sad sad substitute for my beloved Photodraw.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Meeting Minnie and Daisy

Untitled from Michael DeVore on Vimeo.


    Spine-tingling railway sleepers --- Sleepy houses lying four-square and firm Orange beams divide the darkness Rumbling fit to turn the waking worm. Sliding through victorian tunnels Where green moss oozes from the pores. Dull echoes from the wet embankments Battlefield allotments. fresh open sores.
    In late night commuter madness Double-locked black briefcase on the floor Like a faithful dog with master Sleeping in the draught beside the carriage door. To each journeyman his own home-coming Cold supper nearing with each station stop Frosty flakes on empty platforms Fireside slippers waiting. flip. flop.
    Journeyman night-tripping on the late fantasic Too late to stop for tea at Gerard's Cross And hear the soft shoes on the footbridge shuffle As the wheels turn biting on the midnight frost. On the late commuter special Carriage lights that flicker, fade and die Howling into hollow blackness Dusky diesel shudders in full cry. Down redundant morning papers Abandon crosswords with a cough Stationmaster in his wisdom Told the guard to turn the heating off.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Ageless Nonsense

The Kipple Slee

"To see. To sea," the Kipple Slee cried
And scrimjammed his grapples to the oar.
As the snag'n was to the mizzenmast tied,
Forward did that sliffle ship soar,

O'er swells of slaf and winfuls of white
And the grees and sloes of that filfurmil sea,
Then the dimlark did the other ship sight
Graffling the snave as suffling as we.

"To the lee, the lee," the Kipple Slee cried
His jumpledom foppering in the wind.
"Or I'll sumple snafes to the lee," he defied,
"And race you till this writ doth end."

"Why, Kipple slee," said t'other, "Indeed!
Racing graffling ships of our sort
Would be slortful, it must be agreed
On a poem so awfully short."

                                                          Me - age 17