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At the Cloudscape Café...
... you can see, touch, and taste everything.
(If you enjoyed the music that happened to be playing on the car radio in that little clip and you don't already have it, please buy it: here.)
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That reminds me, did they ever do anything with University Ave? I drove it to Middleton in May. What a nightmare. Almost got thrown off of my motorcycle from all the bumps and potholes.
Frankly, I'm happier in Virginia with earthquakes and hurricanes than driving some of those shitty-ass roads in Madison.
I was going to say I couldn't feel or taste the clouds, since they're on my computer screen, but that's exactly how real clouds are--untasteable, untouchable.
Worst news delivered this week -
"Ummm dood - I think your plant is a male. Yep it's definitely a male"
I fucking love clouds. I was at Devils Lake and the Clouds were all encompassing. I was in heaven. And in my new job I am all about finding the brightest and best in the Cloud Business.
I drove through Wisconsin Dells last night, to take my parents back to their cottage, and I also really loved all the seedy, tacky, bright, shiny Amusements. All the huge signs, and All You Can Eat Buffets, and The Paul Bunyan Restaurant.
I wondered who worked at these establishments? A tiny town of just over 2000 people and all this shit. Were these establishments making money? Were the patrons satisfied? Who was staying al all these rinky dink "motels" with NO Vacancy signs? What do all these business owners do during the off season? What do the locals do?
I also calculated what my parents cottage would go for during the summer for a week in the summer. Just one mile from the Dells, on the lake, with two bedrooms and a beautiful boat house.
"That reminds me, did they ever do anything with University Ave?"
That was a drive on University Avenue. I'm pleased that my video made you feel it and taste it!
It was a smooth and elegant ride, as you can see. Deep black with crisply painted white lines... and excellent bike lanes.
And now, you can turn left into Whole Foods from the westbound side. You don't have to drive up and make a U-Turn. Thank you, President Obama!
"I wondered who worked at these establishments? A tiny town of just over 2000 people and all this shit. Were these establishments making money? Were the patrons satisfied? Who was staying al all these rinky dink "motels" with NO Vacancy signs? What do all these business owners do during the off season? What do the locals do?
Ever see that movie "U-Turn"? It's basically like that.
No I haven't Althouse, but I will now.
Glad to see a link up there to buy the song now!
That was a timely musical remebrance for me. Every year, at the beginning of the Fall semester, I instruct the incoming freshman to speak up in class because I sometimes have a hard time hearing them in a large lecture hall.
When they look at me, and think, "Wow, she's old," I tug on my ear lobe and say, "I have trouble hearing because I had too much Pink Floyd streaming in for many years through the Sennheiser headphones."
The segment of music you linked here, and this one, are the stuff of which memories are made for me.
I also thought about where all these hospitality workers stayed during this time.
Wisconsin Dells is really small. They have so many amusements with so many employees.
I heard or read on some blog that many of them are Eastern Europeans.
Do they live in small apartments with 10 others?
What was their life like, if them came to the U.S. for one summer and worked at Noah's Ark?
What will they tell their friends and families back home? How did they get this job for the summer in the U.S.? What is their impression of the U.S. from this fleeting experience?
My sense is, and I could be wrong, is that it could be very negative.
When driving through downtown Wisconsin Dells last night I saw many gross, drunk, rude people. But I also saw many people that were obviously just getting off their shift, walking home in black pants and white shirts and observing the scene.
Oh and Althouse I love you.
I may be surprising you with beautiful flowers and a picture of the Rare Clumber and myself before I leave.
Hugs.
Who was staying at all these rinky dink "motels" with NO Vacancy signs?
During the off-season we happened to stay there overnight.
I recall a good pour at the faux- log place on the east side of the river.
I remember that Nigs smelled like dead cats and had an indifferent bar tender. The guy said Jim Beam was "call" Whiskey.
We went back to the log place for a couple more.
Mrs Karl claims that she helped me walk back to the the motel.
Tit clouds...
MIT had an all-hours coffeehouse when I was a student there. There was a sound system that played whatever the person behind the counter wanted it to play. It seemed that whenever I went in around 4am, Dark Side of the Moon would be playing.
So one afternoon, I'm out shopping or something and I hear a familiar tune. I think my attention was initially caught by a bunch of alarm clocks going off, but then I noticed the old familiar album. I suddenly got very sleepy, as though it were four in the morning.
Eventually I worked at the coffeehouse myself. I usually did the 2am-6am shift. And I usually brought Dark Side of the Moon. It just seemed like the right thing to listen to.
That was great music to listen to while tripping, right up there with Aoxomoxoa.
We were warned about flashbacks, now we yearn for them.
Why are people so fascinated with cloudscapes at sunset?
We don't care about them at sunrise and only fleetingly speculate on them during the day in moments of repose. But at sunset, with God's light show as a backdrop, we often stop and contemplate.
Irene said...
That was a timely musical remebrance for me. Every year, at the beginning of the Fall semester, I instruct the incoming freshman to speak up in class because I sometimes have a hard time hearing them in a large lecture hall.
When they look at me, and think, "Wow, she's old," I tug on my ear lobe and say, "I have trouble hearing because I had too much Pink Floyd streaming in for many years through the Sennheiser headphones.
Hah! I love it!
Kids always think they're the wild ones and can't believe anyone Mom and Dad's age could have ever rocked the world.
Brits and clouds
Mitt and clouds
Sanskrit and clouds
I have a lot of Dead in my collection, but no longer have a copy of Aoxomoxoa. I think a good definition of "wasted" is not having the strength/equilibrium to go to the turntable and skip over "What's Become of the Baby." (This is obviously a technologically dated definition.) "Really wasted" would be when you were looking forward to "What's Become of the Baby."
(The Uncredentialed, Crypto Jew)
The Clouds Taste Metallic
Time to ask the very important questions:
Were you were in 1982?
Wich team is better?
Who will do the first pitch? Hank Aaron,Cecil Cooper, Robin Yount,Paul Molitor?
I thought Pink Floyd won a lawsuit to prevent track sales from their albums, i.e. you gotta buy the whole album at once. Hmm, Google confirms this, in March 2010. Oh, as of January, they reached agreement with EMI to allow it. Gotta play hardball with those "record" companies... Maybe they'll even receive accurate and timely royalty statements.
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