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Einstein, James Joyce, and Gil Scott-Heron

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 Random Shite For Today:

Dreams. Less than you need to know.

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Good morning. Your (suburban) hermit is here with another bunch of random items. I hope you passed a good night. Today's random items are about dreams. My own dreams tend to be fun. I've been retired long enough now that I no longer have those stressful 'work dreams,'

Gaugin's haircut. Marilyn Monroe impersonators. What is Jazz?

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 Random items for 15 JUNE 2026: My favorite Vincent Van Gogh selfie. CLICK HERE  for the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. No, I haven't been, but who knows? I'm not dead yet. I have seen a few Van Gogh paintings at various museums in the USA, and I caught a traveling Van Gogh exhibit a couple of decades ago in San Francisco. They're even more incredible up close; you can see he used MOUNDS of paint, they look like colorful little mountains.

Hair of the Donald. Iggy Pop rides. Hero dogs.

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  "Clouds and Cow Parsley" by Mark A. Pearce

Jim Nabors & Camelot, jazz from Art Pepper, and drive-thru weed.

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A daily presentation of random pictures, thoughts, links, art, music, and whatever else shows up in the world of the Yolo County Hermit. 

Large glasses. Stephen Stills. Science.

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Friday morning in the world, you know, except for that International Dateline thing. On the other side of that it's either Thursday or Saturday, and that confuses me. I'm an old man, goddamnit.  Perhaps I should start again. Friday morning in my part of the world,  Northern California, where I have been a suburban hermit now for several years. As a young man I was an urban hermit. I had hermitages in San Francisco, Baltimore, Dallas, New Orleans and elsewhere. Just none in a cave or a hut like one might picture a hermit. I'm willing to do that, but I am an older fellow, and now lack both the time and energy to set it up. The urban hermitages of my youth were excellent, especially San Francisco. A brilliant main library, many used book stores, art house movies, no need for a car. Everything I owned fit into a footlocker and a duffel bag. Nice. Baltimore's main library was also a gas.  After my 7 or 8 years as an urban hermit I became a family man and a functioning rat in...