I'm a longhaired almost-hippie stuck in the inner suburbs of a major rust-belt metropolis who's thoughtful, creative, and kind of geeky. In exchange for a paycheck I run around in a cubicle maze most days. When I escape, I play music, hang out in coffee houses, dink around on the computer, take naps, and think I should be off in the woods somewhere. Every once in a while I get in my car and drive far, far away, though I've always come back so far.
Blogs I Follow
- the drax files radio hour [with jo yardley]
- Tales From B.F.E. (or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love The Guitar)
- Life, And Other Natural Disasters...
- Too old to die young
- I only buy it for the articles.
- Patio Boat
- The Wolf Mama's Kitchen
- mark's journal
- A songdog's new world of random thoughts
- The WordPress.com Blog
Author Archives: songdogmi
You know me, right? In the continuum of natural-to-unnatural, I’ll be the one with the binocs looking at birds and furry animules out in a relatively human-free landscape. Always have been bent that way, though I’m not outdoors enough to … Continue reading
Last weekend I went to the 40th Hiawatha Music Festival, in Marquette, Michigan. I wish I remembered how many of them I’ve been to. The Ott Lake Rambler moved back to Marquette in 1997, so it’s no more than twenty … Continue reading
I just got mad at a chyron. (Which I think was originally a minor Greek god who announced short summaries of things best listened to in full as pronounced by major Greek gods.) It was on CNN, the video was … Continue reading
See, I know something about football. I never played it on any organized level, but I was a fan of the college and the pro game since childhood. A football game on TV is something I can watch in the … Continue reading
This April, my employer offered early retirement packages to selected staff. I was not included in this group; I’ve heard I missed their age cutoff by one year. (Age was just one criterion for selection.) This offer hit my department … Continue reading
Long time, no write. Sorry. Work continues. Still composing large-type books. Only sometimes does it seem like the same book over and over. My sister and her husband moved another thirty miles north of where they were before. They’d been … Continue reading