Wednesday, February 20, 2019


Sawbones: Dr. Sidney McElroy, had you been practicing medicine in a time period before ours, you would have been recommending trephining, bloodletting and Dr. Farney's Teething Syrup, and yet you come down on natural health and other things that don't fit with "modern medicine." Those in past generations didn't have it all figured out and neither do you, you hypocrite. (And don't give me this nonsense about your podcast not being medical advice.)

Now and Next: There shouldn't be government funding for the arts, period. People could invest more of their money in the arts if they didn't have to pay such high taxes to support them. Besides, if a piece of art is truly good, someone will pay for it.

My Favorite Murder: Two women discussing murder as if they were gabbing over the dresses they just looked at over lunch at the mall food court. What's not to love?

Pretty Scary: Conspiracy theories are not a game. The fact there are people out there lying to us about things their corporation is doing, things the government they are a part of is doing. constantly spying on us, and who would not only destroy all of humanity but the entire universe if they could is no laughing matter.

Monday, February 4, 2019


This Canadian composer, currently living in Dallas, makes modern instrumental music with jazz, rock and electronic sensibilities. Incorporating these varied styles on each album, you won't regret listening to him.

Check out his Bandcamp page here.


Provides lots of pleasure but falls short.

After having listened to most of this album on YouTube, I don't regret doing so. Connor Youngblood is a talented musician, playing everything from harp to tabla and even layering AutoTune on "Yellowknife"-which I had never heard of and don't think I would have liked the idea before hearing that track.

However, there are times when the album falls short, particularly on the title track with it's use of AutoTune in normal mode. There are also tracks like "Pizza Body" and "Lemonade" that don't really go anywhere, as much as some of them, like "Lemonade", want to.

Overall, I'm glad I found this guy but I don't want to shell out for his music.


A great album that is, somehow, lacking something.

After reading the obituary for saxophonist John Hiseman, I downloaded this album from YouTube.

Though Hiseman's saxophone playing is second to no one else in the rock world and I can appreciate how innovative and inventive the music was for it's time, I can't help but feel a certain sense of this album being derivative. For example, though "Backwater Blues" sounds good, it evokes a sense of the band floundering, not really sure what they want to be or achieve.

Overall, something well worth listening to but just a tad short of worth buying.

Sunday, February 3, 2019


After downloading and listening to the deluxe edition from You
Tube, I have mixed feelings about this album.

First, it's evident in spades Ben Howard has songwriting, vocal ability and guitar talent. "Black Flies", "Bones" and "Empty Corridors" prove this. In fact, I don't remember when I've heard such good songwriting (in new music, that is.)

However-and maybe this is because I listened to the deluxe edition, the album gets quite repetitive after 15 songs (not of course counting the one that got deleted from the playlist version of the album I downloaded.) There are frequent metaphorical references to seasons, particularly winter, and a fair number of songs about women who give it all away and the men who are more than happy to take it from them.

In fact, the use of metaphor is so prevalent that it obscures the meanings of some of the songs.

Overall, an album containing lots of good stuff but not one with which I want to part money in order to have it in my possession.


Psychologists have coined a term describing the fear of being sans mobile devices or technology, it's called nomophobia. People who suffer from this will actually go in to withdrawl like symptoms if deprived of their precious devices for long periods of time.

Around the middle of last week the temperature took a radical nose dive and everywhere near where I live was in the deep freeze. Wednesday afternoon around four-thirty or so my telephone along with the landlines of many of my fellow residents in the housing project where I live went wonky and would go to dial tone even after a number was dialed.

I was a little angry thinking that my neighbors would start blaming me for this. In a previous neighborhood where I lived some of the neighbors blamed the differently able people for bringing bed bugs in.

This actually turned out to be good practice for me, as I have felt the call to go serve as a Bible worker somewhere in this great big world. I also commented to a friend that it's also pretty good practice to get used to not having the most advanced tech close at hand. It was also a blessing, because I was able to go spend more time listening to God's Word rather than in idol chit-chat about nothing imparticular.

I can only guess what happened last week, but the one thing that comes to mind is the unusually frigid temperatures froze the lines. I, like I said a second ago found this one day lapse in phone use a blessing, and thank God that it came back to rights Friday.


Monday, January 28, 2019


With National Mental Health Day coming up I would like to share with you a time of my life when all seemed impossibly dark. When I was a teenager I was bullied, and really didn't have friends. I figured the best solution to my lonliness and dispair was to take my own life. I went to the kitchen of my parents farmhouse, and found one of my dad's steak knives, I was just about to place it in to my chest, at the spot where my heart has a defect when my then 13-year-old sister stopped me. At first I was angry with her for suggesting that my parents needed to know this particular thing, but now I realize that sometimes God puts people in our situations to smooth them out.

Recently I had a dark spell where I did not feel much worth to anyone, I attended church Saturday as I often do, but was so down that I could not focus. I then heard of a leadership comference sponsored by my church, but due to the sad fog I did not see the point in going. The enemy sometimes puts these dark thoughts and questions in our minds to keep the darkness thick. Sunday morning when I woke up I was still feeling bad, but a friend helped me realize that I could be a leader, and that God's plan is the only plan.

If I could go talk to 15-year-old me I would tell her that God is in control, God loves you, and things will get better. I would also tell her to thank her little praying grandma, because she always kept a prayer in her he