Slackjaw's Forum

We lit out Friday night heading northeast on highway 20 to Vanderpool Crossing. Sweetie had heard that there was an estate sale going on up there from a friend, who also collected snow globes. She's always had a penchant for the antique ones and in the last few years had taken to collecting pre-WWII globes with Bakelite bases. The woman who died had been her friend's teacher from her grade school days I guess. She had met up with a logging truck repairman and moved into his house near the Okanogan National Forest. It was a hard life after the timber all dried up and the last few years of her life were spent scraping by on her teaching pension and a few items she auctioned off on E-bay. We left Friday night because sweetie wanted to be the first ones there when they opened up Saturday morning. We spent the night in our sleeping bags in the back of the El Camino looking up at the stars and talking about if Jesus was cool or geek. It was my contention that he was cool cause w...

I had wanted to start this week with a forum on music recording. Talk a little about what I've been up to in the studio and what music I been writing. I have a converted tool shed off the far end of the mobile home where I keep my computer and studio equipment so they don't get underfoot when your pacing the trailer at two a.m. trying to get the little one to fall back asleep. Unfortunately the computer problems I have been having as of late haven't allowed me to do this. I have been spending far too much time on the technical aspect of my life and far to little on artistic endeavors. I have found it's not enough to just keep ranting about my troubles with the vengeful god in Redmond. True, without him I would not be having these problems, but he has given me the fruit and now I will forever need to quench my hunger with it. I have been through all the stages: denial, anger, beer, VH1 behind the music, more beer, shopping. To tell the truth my problems ...

Last night before I went to bed the moon rose over the little stand of Cedars that line the bottom where the road turns. Sweetie had to work late so it was just me and the boys. I had got the guys all ready for bed and that's where they should have been but instead they were out with me looking at the moon and asking when's mamma coming home. Sometimes when you're so tired your bones hurt and you can't stand up straight. Sometimes late at night it's hard to keep your balance and keep from falling over. You start asking questions of yourself, of your worth. You get the most annoying songs stuck in your head or think about a time when you were embarrassed when you were a kid. It's easy at times like this to think that everything good is dead. That whatever prime you had wasn't much and a long time gone. But sometimes what's easy isn't exactly what's true. The oldest boy climbs down off the steps and runs around in the coo...