Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town
We don't exactly have a back yard in this place; we have a peculiar allotment of lumps of grass, weeds, moss, and cement, with a kind of metal arrangement of frames that could have been used for drying laundry but may also represent some past effort at gardening. At the moment the contractors are mostly using it, like the driveway, as a staging area. On the neighbor's side of the chain-link, however, we have a tree that I am looking forward to making the spring acquaintance of. By that time I should have unearthed my camera. My phone does not take terrible pictures, but I feel weird about it.
I have no idea what kind of tree it is at this time of year. It may have had ornamental fruit. It's deciduous. Officially we will have shared rights to the sort-of-yard when the upstairs people move in.
I need to get a better picture of this object which I discovered on the corner of Boston Avenue. The Electro-Matic Traffic Dispatching System of the Automatic Signal Corporation of New Haven, Connecticut appears to date back to 1928. It would be my assumption that it is no longer in operation, except that parts of the MBTA are still chugging along on the 1960's.
I had mentioned the cat tree. Observe Autolycus sincerely in residence.
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lesser_celery introduced me to the album in 2005, but "Gun Street Girl" seems to have emerged as one of my favorite songs by Tom Waits. Now the rain like gravel on an old tin roof—Burlington Northern pulling out of the world. Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw, and a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all, a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all. The train scenes in Murder Is My Beat (1955) put me in mind of it, as well as it is one of the songs that my brain has filed for walking and driving. The way I sing it has drifted from Waits over the years, which is the folk tradition.
I have no idea what kind of tree it is at this time of year. It may have had ornamental fruit. It's deciduous. Officially we will have shared rights to the sort-of-yard when the upstairs people move in.
I need to get a better picture of this object which I discovered on the corner of Boston Avenue. The Electro-Matic Traffic Dispatching System of the Automatic Signal Corporation of New Haven, Connecticut appears to date back to 1928. It would be my assumption that it is no longer in operation, except that parts of the MBTA are still chugging along on the 1960's.
I had mentioned the cat tree. Observe Autolycus sincerely in residence.
It was not the song off Rain Dogs (1985) that made the most immediate impression on me when
lesser_celery introduced me to the album in 2005, but "Gun Street Girl" seems to have emerged as one of my favorite songs by Tom Waits. Now the rain like gravel on an old tin roof—Burlington Northern pulling out of the world. Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw, and a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all, a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all. The train scenes in Murder Is My Beat (1955) put me in mind of it, as well as it is one of the songs that my brain has filed for walking and driving. The way I sing it has drifted from Waits over the years, which is the folk tradition.
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Autolycus is showing us the magma beneath his obsidian in this photo.
That traffic dispatching system--it's making me imagine The Jetsons for some reason. Something for directing personal air-traffic, from a different past.
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I really love it.
Autolycus is showing us the magma beneath his obsidian in this photo.
I like that description. Thank you!
That traffic dispatching system--it's making me imagine The Jetsons for some reason. Something for directing personal air-traffic, from a different past.
It's the "Electro-Matic." It comes from one of those futures of the past, the ones we turned out differently from.