Surfing dogs. My bird on the TV remote. Ol' Hank sings a pretty heart song.
Welcome the Yolo County Hermit, where Tuna Hats are all the rage this year.
In Jack Kerouac's ON THE ROAD, poet Allen Ginsburg is named Carlos Marx. Over on Bluesky, there's a bot account that creates lines in the style of Ginseberg's poem, Howl. And even though it's a bot, not humans, I love it.
An example: Holy the incomprehensible breakfast of the cyborgs!
Hank Williams. Still a damn fine song.
"There ain't nobody I'd rather have alongside me in a fight than my mama with a broken bottle in her hand."
Hank Williams
(My mama would've used her fists, Hank, but you would still be better off running for it.)
Pico Verde, the conure who understands remote control.
OK, this is fun: Poised pooches ride the waves in World Dog Surfing Championships. Oh yeah.
No worries,
James
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