Independence Day: Shucking the Devil British Overlords, and celebrating with Fireworks and Firewater

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I hope some of my British friends can explain this curious dessert from England that I saw in my local grocery store this week. I suspect it has appeared in some Monty Python and Benny Hill bits at some time or other...

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Random photos from our trip to the Methow

click to enlarge - my latest niece, Olivia Jane Sanchez

Olivia's brother Otis Valentino - click to enlarge

Cowboy sculpture in downtown Winthrop - click to enlarge

Cool water rolling around a rocky sandbar in the Methow River - click to enlarge

Taxidermy lined up atop the feeezer cases at the Twisp Grocery Store - click to enlarge

More taxidermy at the Twisp Grocery Store - click to enlarge

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Dean Ericksen with Old Glory

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Throwing The Bums Out Does Not Mean Replacing Them With Teabaggers

by Pablo Fanque
All This Is That National Affairs Editor

As we vote in the mid-terms, or to fill Congressional replacement seats left by the deceased, those politicians caught in bed with a dead woman or a live man, and the recently indicted or convicted, we need to remember that throwing the bums out, while often an excellent idea, is less of a good idea when you replace them with one issue bozos, tea-party cranks, and charlatans and mountebanks masquerading as reformers and agents of change.

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digital art: The River

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Poem: But You Can't

But You Can’t
by Jack Brummet

You can withdraw it
Marginalize it
Forget it

Hide it
Lie about it
Or deny it three times before the cock crows.

You can snigger about it
Weep about it
Shout about it

Hide it under a bush (oh no)
Sing the blues about it
Or sweep it under the rug.

You can get an ulcer over it
Jump off the Aurora Bridge over it
Lose your family over it

Lose your shorts over it
Lose your mind over it
Or pretend it never happened.

You can dream about it
Run away from it
Rationalize it

Psychoanalyze it
Or drink it away
But you can't take back love.
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Notions, potions, and lotions

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Faces 102: Stories

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Jack Brummet Drawing: Faces No. 86 - The Grand Jury

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In the Methow Valley, at Wolf Ridge

It's always nice to be back in the Methow Valley. Mountains, rivers, critters, heat, friends, and family.
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Hey now - Iko Iko

I have been watching Treme, David Simon's (The Wire) new show about New Orleans, and Iko Iko was one of the songs last week.  I've always liked this tune, since hearing the Grateful Dead perform it in the 80's.  I have heard at least ten other versions, including Dr John's. 

"Iko Iko" is a New Orleans tune about two tribes of painted up Mardi Gras "Indians" colliding in a Fat Tuesday parade. The lyrics come from Indian chants and local catchphrases. The song, "Jock-A-Mo", was written in 1954 by James "Sugar Boy" Crawford in New Orleans, but people almost always think it is a much older folk song.  I know I did, until I looked it up today.  According to Wikipedia, "the main melody bears a strong resemblance to the guitar riff in "Son de la Loma" recorded by the Trio Matamoros. "Son de la Loma" was written by Miguel Matamoros sometime before May 8, 1925."






Iko Iko


My grandma and your grandma
Sitting by the fire
My grandma says to your grandma
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire"

Talkin' 'bout
Hey now
Hey now
Iko iko an nay
Jockomo feena ah na nay
Jockomo feena nay

Look at my king all dressed in red
Iko iko an nay
I bet you five dollars he'll kill you dead
Jockomo feena nay

CHORUS:
Talkin' 'bout
Hey now (hey now)
Hey now (hey now)
Iko iko an nay (whoah-oh)
Jockomo feena ah na nay
Jockomo feena nay

My flag boy and your flag boy
Sitting by the fire
My flag boy says to your flag boy
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire"

(CHORUS)

(bridge)

(hey now)
(hey now)
(hey now)
(hey now)
Jockomo feena nay
Iko!

See that guy all dressed in green
Iko iko an nay
He's not a man, he's a loving machine
Jockomo feena nay
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