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  • calynn

    Haven’t heard that in years, love it!! thankyou!

  • livingengine
  • EJO

    You monsters lead such interesting lives.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBuvJ3N4LL8

  • US.Patriot1776

    Bracken: The Alienork Way

    My name is Naku. This is the story of my people, who live on
    the great Island of Plenty. Our island is so vast, and the need for
    travel so small, and it being very difficult to cross the high mountain
    ridges, people most often live near where they are born. Food is easy to
    grow or to pick everywhere and at all times of the year, and there are
    plenty of fish to catch as well. But from time to time a traveler might
    visit, sometimes by boat, and sometimes by climbing over the
    sharp-topped mountains between the numberless valleys. As you may
    suppose, because of the difficulty of distant traveling, news from afar
    does not travel quickly on the Island of Plenty.

    But I did hear a few years earlier about some new people from
    the outside, people who had landed on the other side of our island, in
    the place we call Far Plenty. These new people were said to be very
    strange, and not so pleasant. They did some unusual praying at night,
    possibly to the moon. They were called the Alanok people, if the tales
    were truly reported. It was said that they had come from a very terrible
    island, an island full of war and hunger and catastrophe, and that they
    needed to find a new home where they could live in peace.

    Now, on the Island of Plenty, we have two very important
    rules or laws that we must all always obey. The First Law of Plenty is
    that anybody can believe anything that they want to believe, or not
    believe anything they don’t want to believe, and that is okay, because
    all ideas are equal on the Island of Plenty. The Second Law of Plenty is
    that if you give kindness and plenty to other people, they should
    always give kindness and plenty to you in return. After all, it is the
    Island of Plenty, and the bounty should be shared. Why not? There is
    plenty for all. These Laws came from our distant ancestors, who once
    suffered wars and hunger, until they learned the Two Laws. Then, the
    Island of Plenty also became the island of peace and contentment.

    So it is understandable that when the Alanok people escaped
    from a terrible place and first came to Far Plenty, that they should be
    warmly welcomed. The Alanoks had severe needs, and the people of Far
    Plenty possessed a great bounty to share with them. But, according to
    the rare visitors to our valleys, the Alanoks were rather strange, and
    unpleasant, and did something odd at night when the moon had risen.

    That was all I knew about them, until the day came when a man
    about my age, with a very weak and sickly wife and a young daughter,
    climbed down the steep cliffs and crawled into our village almost at the
    point of perishing. His name was Napok, which means Hawk in your
    tongue, and he had the most incredible tale to tell. He had lived all of
    his life on the other side of Middle Plenty, in a valley almost as
    distant as Far Plenty. Napok and his wife and daughter had been driven
    out of his valley by the Alienorks, as he called the Alanoks, barely
    escaping, most of his extended clan and family being wiped out.

    This was a most alarming story. The Council of the Wise met
    at the Council Bluff by the sea to discuss the matter. Was Napok
    crazy-in-the-head insane? Was his presence here a danger to us? His tale
    was completely unbelievable. All of the tribes and clans of the Island
    of Plenty had learned to live in harmony many generations before. This
    was accepted and understood by everyone as the normal condition of all
    people. That the Alanok visitors to Far Plenty could be so dangerous and
    violently aggressive was simply implausible. Clearly, Napok must be
    insane. Perhaps climbing over all the steep ridges and down the even
    steeper cliffs for many weeks had driven him mad.

    It was decided that Napok and his wife and daughter could
    live with us in the middle valley of Near Plenty, but only if he stopped
    his bizarre public rantings about the Alanoks, given that his speeches
    of warning to passers-by were extremely disturbing, and upset everybody,
    especially the children. This demand was put to Napok, and with some
    reluctance he agreed to our conditions—no more crazy talk about the
    Alanoks, or the Alienorks as he spoke their name. His family was given
    the hut that belonged to an old widow before she died. It turned out
    that Napok was quite good at making useful items from bark and vines,
    and soon we all had very nice foot coverings, that were especially
    useful for walking on shallow reefs and sharp rocks. Except for the
    occasional paranoid and conspiratorial whisper about the Alanoks, Napok
    was a fine addition to the people of Near Plenty. His wife was weak and
    frail, but his daughter, Nona, was pretty and popular with our young
    men. Some of them were courting her, hoping to be paired with her when
    she came of age, which would make Napok and his family a full part of
    the people of Near Plenty.

    A few years after Napok joined us, another stranger, alone,
    climbed down the cliffs into the middle valley of Near Plenty. He was an
    old man with white hair and a white beard, but he was very fit and full
    of vigor for his age. His name was Amok, and he was the first person
    that I had ever met of the Alanoks, as I still called them until then.
    He said he was an elder and a teacher of the Alienork people,
    pronouncing their name just as Napok had pronounced it. Alienork was a
    very strange word to our ears, and not easy for us to speak. It had no
    meaning in our tongue. Alienork only meant Alienork. The bearded elder
    corrected me until I spoke it to his satisfaction: ah-lee-en-ork, but
    said quickly. Amok didn’t look so different from my people on the Island
    of Plenty, and he was rather pleasant and seemed as intelligent as any.
    He had certainly learned the tongue of the Island of Plenty very well.
    He told me that The Alienork Way was the way of peace, and that we would
    surely live together in harmony on the Island of Plenty.

    Amok asked if he could stay with us near our village, and in
    return, he could give lessons in The Alienork Ways, and the Alienork
    tongue as well. He said it would be wise for us to learn these things. A
    volunteer teacher in the valley was always welcome. He could also teach
    anyone who wanted to learn about Far Plenty and other distant islands.
    At his request, we offered him an empty private hut. Amok was mostly
    quiet, didn’t eat much and caused no problems, but he did have a few
    peculiar requirements. First, he said that he needed a little more land
    for his hut, because he was required by his beliefs to pray to the moon
    anytime it was up at night. And to do this correctly, he needed to make a
    little ring or circle of stones around his hut, and this ring needed
    more space than he had been offered.

    And also, he declared, it was the sacred custom of Alienork
    men to always wear a ceremonial dagger or sword on their belt, as a
    symbol of their manhood. The dagger of Amok was thin and as long as my
    arm from elbow to fingertip. He kept it tucked beneath a red sash around
    his waist. Unlike my people, who always wear the light wraparound pareo
    cloth, which also dries quickly, Amok wore a thicker robe of black
    cloth. He explained that the ring of stones and the sword and the moon
    singing and the black robe were all part of The Alienork Way. And, as
    Amok reminded me, because of our First Law of Plenty, we had to allow
    him to believe as he chose, which was, of course, completely true.

    The Council of the Wise met and we decided that if Amok would
    agree to always obey the Two Laws, we would also comply with his wishes
    concerning his private beliefs. He readily agreed to this, so we let
    him take a fallow field over past the other bluff, and a group of our
    men even moved his hut over there for him. He then placed a circle of
    stones around his new dwelling, the circle being about five paces across
    from side to side. And sure enough, after nightfall and when the moon
    came out, he walked around the inside of his ring and he prayed a
    strange song like a lamentation. Otherwise, Amok was a normal man in
    most every respect, very wise and learned and well-traveled, and a good
    speaker of our tongue. He quickly attracted a following of our younger
    men, who trailed behind him as he walked along the beaches and he spoke
    of his Alienork ways, and as well he taught them the Alienork tongue.

    Now, our prior visitor and long-time guest Napok was very
    upset by the introduction of the Alienork elder into our midst, and he
    came to me when I was alone at the lower fishing pool. He warned me not
    to trust Amok. He told me that everything that Amok said was a lie. It
    was very disturbing to me that Napok was acting crazy and paranoid
    again, and I considered if I should notify the Council of the Wise about
    the degrading condition of his mind. But on the other side, I had to
    admit that at least Napok had been correct about the ring of stones, and
    the moon singing. And the black robe. And the sword.

    After a moon had passed, one morning when the village arose,
    we could see that there were now three huts where there had been only
    one hut for Amok, and the ring of stones was now about twenty paces
    across. A few of us villagers walked over out of curiosity, and we saw
    that Amok was now joined by two young men and a boy almost a man. Each
    of them wore a black robe, each with a sword longer than Amok’s in their
    red sash. I said to Amok, Grandfather, who are these people? And Amok
    said they are my nephews. They have escaped from Far Plenty, where there
    is currently much war and hunger. They need to have a new place to live
    in peace and safety. Do you see, Naku, that we have already erected
    more huts, so these newcomers will be no trouble at all? And Amok
    reminded us that the Second Law of Plenty demanded that we must extend
    our full bounty to these needy newcomers, and that they were very hungry
    after their long and difficult travels.

    We began to walk over to inspect the new huts, to see how
    they were built in the Alienork method, but when our feet touched the
    ring of stones, the three new Alienork men became filled with sudden
    anger, and began to pick up other stones, and threw them at us! It even
    seemed as if they were aiming at us, intending to cause us actual pain
    and harm! We all retreated back into the trees. Finally, Amok came out
    of the circle of stones, his arms extended in apology. The new boys had
    seen much war and privation. They were a little jumpy. But, he said, we
    must understand that it is a part of The Alienork Way that we people of
    the Island of Plenty, whom Amok said the Alienorks call Notorks, should
    never, under any circumstance, ever enter inside of the circles of
    stones without a direct invitation. He said this in a pleasant way, but
    he made it very clear to us that there would be serious trouble if any
    Notorks intruded within the sacred Alienork stone rings uninvited.

    On the other hand, Amok’s three nephews would walk freely
    through our village and our market, and even down by our pools for
    fishing and our pools for swimming, and when they walked among us, they
    spoke in their Alienork tongue in ways that suggested that they were
    insulting us. The also clucked their cheeks and wiggled their extended
    tongues at our women and girls in a quite disgusting manner. Some of our
    Near Plenty men became angry, and threatened the Alienork youths with
    violence if they did not stop their bad behavior, but the three drew
    their swords in a menacing manner at the approaching group of Near
    Plenty men, and both sides withdrew cautiously, the Alienorks throwing
    presumed curses and insults at our men in their tongue as they departed.

    The Council met again, and I volunteered to speak to Amok
    about their bad behavior. I went to their circle of stones and called to
    him, and he came out to the ring. Opening his arms widely in welcome,
    he stated that I was bid to come inside as a special and valued guest
    and dear friend of a considerable time now. We walked into his hut, and
    that was the first time that I saw that there were not only the three
    new male Alienorks, but also about a hand of females, and that was only
    counting the females in Amok’s hut! These new females had never been
    seen outside of any hut, and not only that, but each one of them was
    squatting on the ground, completely covered by a black blanket extending
    to the ground! I only knew they were females by low keening wails that
    they made as they rocked front to back.

    I exclaimed to Amok, what is the matter with your women, are
    they sick with a disease? I recoiled in alarm. Amok gently took my arm
    and led me to them. No, he said, they are not sick, but it is The
    Alienork Way that our women should stay inside our huts, and must always
    be covered in a black blanket when Notork men are near. Just as Notorks
    must never cross the sacred circle of stones without an invitation,
    Notorks must never see the uncovered Alienork women. This is The
    Alienork Way, he said.

    Amok reminded me of our First Law about freedom of beliefs,
    and said that these beliefs are all part of The Alienork Way, and so
    they must be respected. I pondered this, and looked at the crouching
    women under their black blankets. I asked of Amok, said I, Elder, what
    of the freedom of belief of these women? Do they too agree with The
    Alienork Way? Amok crossed the small room, spoke sharply in the Alienork
    tongue, and nudged one of the women with his foot. All of the women in
    unison began to sing a strange high-pitched La-la-la-la-la song, until
    Amok nudged the nearest again, and they all stopped as one. You see,
    said Amok, this is how our women express that they are very happy. They
    prefer to live under their black blankets, inside of our huts, where
    they can feel safe from any harm. It is The Alienork Way, and you must
    respect our beliefs. I know, I agreed. It was our First Law again. All
    beliefs are equal.

    I then said to Amok, your young men are causing great
    difficulties in the village and the market and at the pools. They are
    upsetting our women and they are angering our men. A big fight almost
    happened today, and it could have lead to the unimaginable: actual
    physical violence. Physical violence, which is the demon’s burning hell
    compared to the heaven of the Island of Plenty. Physical violence, which
    is the opposite and the antithesis of the Two Sacred Laws of Plenty.

    Amok agreed with me that it was a most lamentable situation.
    But it was The Alienork Way that if Alienork men are around any women
    who are not covered by a black blanket, then the Alienork men may make
    such use of the women as they should so desire at that moment. This is a
    very important part of The Alienork Way, declared Amok with finality.
    If the Notork women and girls do not wish to experience the overtures of
    our healthy and strong young Alienork men, who are acting only
    according to nature, then they must indicate this feeling by wearing the
    black blanket, and by staying inside of the huts of their men.

    I said to Amok that this is certain to cause a lot of
    problems, and that I am only a spokesman, and that the Council of the
    Wise will never agree to this. We decided to meet again, after the next
    meeting of the Council. Amok escorted me to the circle of rings, and
    wished me well. The Council met several times more, but no decision
    could be made. Napok also sought me out, and warned me in the strongest
    terms not to make any agreement with Amok, but to drive the Alienorks
    out of the middle valley of Near Plenty while we still could. He said
    that the Alienorks always lie, and that The Alienork Way is not
    peaceful, but the path of war and violence and slavery and death and
    conquest. I was beginning to suspect that Napok had been more right than
    wrong about the Alienorks, back when he first came to live with us with
    his wife and daughter. Indeed, our situation had changed much for the
    worse since the appearance of Amok.

    In that time before the final decision of the Council, and on
    the first morning after the new sliver moon makes its brief appearance
    at nightfall, I went over to meet Amok, to ask a point of clarification
    for another member of the council. I also wanted to ask him if he was
    indeed telling me the truth when he had told me that The Alienork Way
    means peace. He met me at the edge of the circle of stones, but he did
    not invite me across it. I was astounded to see that the circle had been
    enlarged to at least one hundred paces across, and there were now more
    than two hands of huts, and many more men and older boys, all of them
    with swords in their sashes! Not only that, but I recognized two young
    Notork men among them, men who were now wearing the black robes, the red
    sashes, and the sharp metal swords of the Alienorks!

    A crowd of these young men sauntered up behind Amok, and
    began saying words in the Alienork tongue that made me feel very much
    afraid for my safety. Some half-pulled their swords from their sashes,
    and others made the gesture of slitting their throats with a drawn
    finger, then pointing their fingers at me. One of the boys cried out,
    Notork—monkey-dung! These were the first words in our tongue that I had
    heard spoken by any of the Alienorks except for their elder, Amok.
    Obviously, Amok or one of the Notork men now dressed in the Alienork
    manner had taught them the insulting words. The other boys took up the
    chant: Notork—monkey-dung! Notork—monkey-dung! Notork—monkey-dung!

    I was in a state of bewilderment and turmoil, and I forgot
    the questions that I had come to ask of Amok. He said that now, because
    there were many more Alienorks who had escaped from the wars and hunger
    in Far Plenty, they had need of many more huts, and their circle of
    stones now extended even into our village, and inside their sacred
    circle of stones, our own villagers must vacate their huts, or take them
    off, but either way, there must not be even one single Notork living
    within the circle of stones before the sun went down!

    I said, Uncle, Elder, how can this be? You yourself said that
    The Alienork Way is the way of peace! Amok said to me that if we obeyed
    The Alienork Way, we would be able to live in peace. I said that our
    people did not want to live in The Alienork Way, that our people
    preferred to wear the cool and convenient wraparound pareo which dried
    quickly, and our women did not want to wear the black blankets and stay
    inside their huts. He said, then we will not have peace. Only if the
    Notorks comply with The Alienork Way, can there be peace. We Notorks
    must also live according to The Alienork Way, there is no choice in the
    matter. That is what Amok said.

    Then I was burning with angry rage, but the newly-arrived
    Alienork men behind Amok were half drawing their swords, so I had to
    keep a calm face. From behind them the boys began to pelt me with
    pebbles and small stones, and they all chanted Notork—monkey-dung! at
    me, but I did not run away, instead I walked as normally as I could back
    to our village, pebbles striking my back and even my head, while inside
    my heart was filled with terror. Indeed, as Amok stated, their circle
    of stones now included the Alienork side of our very own village,
    snaking its way around a hand of our huts . . .

    Matt Bracken

    January, 2016

    https://westernrifleshooters.wordpress.com/2016/01/18/bracken-the-alienork-way/#comments

  • EJO

    Ana Yang Gazillion Bubble Show

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMrvR836TFI

  • logdon

    Try this.

    Johnny Smith’s version. He wrote it.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxXnpfg2I7A

  • Rodney Rudeness

    Johnny Smith was a genius and his song is beautifully played by the Ventures. Johnny Smith had the smooooothest accurate jazz picking style ever. I would dearly love a Johnny Smith Gibson arch top guitar or a Ventures Mosrite guitar.

  • Francis

    The perfect blizzard song on this very snowy early morning.

    Frank Sinatra in a live performance of “Let It Snow”:

    https://youtu.be/_X-7b_Fbt3o

  • NotTheMama

    Had that album when I was a teenager plus some other Venture albums.

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  • EJO

    Sam Spade:

    When a man’s partner is killed, he’s supposed to do something about it. It doesn’t make any difference what you thought of him. He was your partner and you’re supposed to do something about it. And it happens we’re in the detective business. Well, when one of your organization gets killed, it’s-it’s bad business to let the killer get away with it, bad all around, bad for every detective everywhere.
    ———-
    Three women walked to work together everyday down the same street. There was a parrot that stood at the entrance of a big residential house on that street. Every time they passed in front of that house, the bird would pronounce three sequential colors.

    One day, they heard “Yellow, blue, black”. One of the women noticed that those colors perfectly matched the colors of their underwear. She mentioned her discovery to the other two women, but both were reluctant to believe that could be
    possible.

    The next day, they all wore black underwear and passed in front of the house, and very precisely the parrot spoke “Black, black, black”. Hearing that these women were astonished!!

    One of them spoke up: “Girls, tomorrow we are going to trick that bird”. Saying that, she recommended that the next day, none of them should wear ANY underwear.

    They agreed.

    And the next day they wore no underwear and proceeded to pass in front of the
    parrot’s house. They peeked at the bird. At the beginning, the parrot looked a bit puzzled. He swung back and forth on the cane he was perched on. Then, after a while, the Parrot spoke:

    “Straight, straight, curly!”
    ———-
    A Jewish guy goes into a confession box. “Father O’Malley,” he says, “my name is Emil Cohen. I’m seventy eight years old. Believe it or not, I’m currently involved with a 28 year old girl, and on the side, her 19 year old sister. We engage in all manner of pleasure, and in my entire life I’ve never felt better.”

    “My good man,” says the priest, “I think you’ve come to the wrong place. Why are you telling me?” And the guy goes:

    “I’m telling everybody!”
    ———-
    John walks into a bar, and sits down beside a guy named Joe.

    They
    don’t know each other, but they strike up a conversation and at one
    point Joe says: “Ya know John, if you build a dozen bridges, you’ll
    never be known as John the bridge builder.”

    “But if you suck just one dick. . .”

    If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down?
    We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
    ———-
    A guy is sitting at home when he hears a knock at the door. He opens the door and sees a snail on the porch. He picks up the snail and throws it as far as he can.
    Three years later, there’s a knock on the door. He opens it and sees the same snail. The snail says:

    ‘What the hell was that all about?”
    ———-
    I had the worst birthday party ever when I was a child because my parents hired a pony to give rides. And these ponies are never in good health.

    But this one dropped dead. It just wasn’t much fun after that. One kid would sit on him and the rest of us would drag him around.

    – Rita Rudner

  • Fromafar

    Fantastic memories of the “Surf Guitar”…….Thank You Pamela!