my sincere apologies

I do very much apologize to all of you for exposing your email addresses.  Yet again, I flap up, forgetting to use the Bcc blind carbon copy.  Hope no trouble results.

Yahoo is acting like a 2 bit Ho! A sinking ship. Like the worst tabloid.

Really annoying yahoo is these days.  They tried to trick us into paying about 5 years ago...now they flash more and more ads that make me "turn-off" as quick as i know i have no mails.  Now...they're makin it even harder to get to your mail...i say its time to bail out on yahoo...let the ship sink.

On another note...have a peek at a home made studio for vocals.  Hotter'n the hubs of hell inside, and gets high moisture, but, 15-30 minutes in, then break.  Block sound on sides and at stomach with 3 bed pillows......should block everything completely....i use 2 comforters, 2 thick blankets, 2 full bed covers, 1 yoga mat.  Computer is inside, volume controls and adapters just outside and u can reach under to adjust.  One suggestion, don't eat tofu or beans 4 hours before, unless, like a dog, you love your own perfume.

flirting with earthquakes and tsunamis

Some of y'all might reknize some of these few pics i blogged from a nipa hut in Philippines where i was stayin in February 2010.  It is the waterfront tiny town of Malabuyoc, south Cebu Island. Luckily i'z a cheapskate....(how is this wurd spellt anyways?).... was planning to be there now on this mammoth 10 week holiday....but alas, never left North China 'cause prices and seats are impossible...time to move back to south China!

The epicenter of Mondays Earthquake was about 32 km from the nipa hut i stayed in in malabuyoc 2010, south Cebu.  The epicenter is in the attached picture called "from nipa bamboo deck", which is one of a bunch i took.   In that picture, Negros island is in the horizon and the epicenter was between the 2 islands Cebu and Negros.  I was tentatively planning to be there now, but as said i couldn't get a decent ticket price...not even close, i didn go.  Not sure how big the waves were but surely would have had a good swim....it seems similar nipa's on the Negros side were creamed in what little news i dun heard so far.  Haven't been able to contackt any of my friends there cause we just used cell phones...no emails.  Ayyyy mateys....tiz the ring of fire.  There are live volcanoes on Negros in case you wanna go see em....i was too busy drinkin beer....and even ended up in a town a few clicks from the town Guihulngan that was hit hard.

The pics of preppin lunch on the nipa deck...that was a normal noon event...so i guess since the quake hit at 11:50am, woulda been there or out for a pre lunch swim.

Anyhoozer...ain it fun considerin the probabilities of what coulda been .....i also applied for a bunch of jobs in Japantoo in Jan and February 2010....in fact i aint no clue what cities those applications were for....but alas....Harbin had the first offer.

u never know then u gonna get swallowed by miss planet.

new song Pterodactyl. Happy China New Year!

New free New Years song for your taking, or for the garbage can, whaddever ya wana do....t's up t' 'u.  Last night (NY day) here in Tianjin, after 6 straight hours of shell-shock, my eyes twirled like fireworks...pretty cool t be in the middle of a place where fireworks were invented and they're blasted off loud n proud.  So i wakup t'day n post this song, though i can't hear anything anymore.

The song.  This is what could happen if you have a smoke on the beach in St. Andrews, NB, Canada.

You also could listen to the song on http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/artists/Skronger , right hand side, green "play" arrow....at least mine is green.

Here are lyrics

PTERODACTYL
V1
Copyright by "skronger"
Christopher Mark Kohler January 24, 2012
http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/bands/Skronger
She posed with birds on, red sandy outcrops
Seagulls nasty talk, some call them shit-hawk
Bombs drop from skies fair, fresh sea-salt air
Splat sloppy crap inno,-cent peoples hair
V2
But in her thinking they sing songs for drinking
Super star big stage, fisher's wharf lamp post
Squawk, sing, squabble 'n fight for fish scraps
Akin to mystical human mishaps 
V3
Moulds her ass-bones,  deep in beach dirt
mud,  slime, sand, and stones, and freaky creatures
now she gets right whacked, it's sooo  grand-o
laughing gulls black-backed, become pterodactyls
Copyright by "skronger"
Christopher Mark Kohler January 24, 2012
http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/bands/Skronger
Chorus
Roll a huuuuuuge  fat Mary pill
Pull it waaaaaay back until
Sweet smoke floooooows out her nose
Triassic dreeeeeeeeeams and happily babbles
With pretty white pterodactyls
Bridge 
Sometimes we wonder
as cars, livers, and homes crumble  
why that dirty ol'e liquor is legal
While stinky donkity dank is penal
Licking and sticking 2 papers together
making a jumbo splif fer better 
flakes of green tumble to sand
Twist, light, snappity BLAM!
Copyright by "skronger"
Christopher Mark Kohler January 24, 2012
http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/bands/Skronger

Flapper Circus

As birds flap their beaks of truth, and bears enjoy the odd dum-dum human rump, cockroaches clean up human's pollution and become the brunt of hatered by big boots, and fish spew their sperm on eggs without hiding their intentions, USA politician wannabes fling lies and crap at each other, while people actually listen.  It's the 5-year Wrinling Brothers returning circus.  No wonder higher life forms are in such a mess; the circus is mistaken for intelligence.

Pterodactyl

i noticed beer gives me a buzon.  I notice it was the transition that was best, although the main platform is ok.  On an empty stomack, pouring a fine brew into a greedliy accepting purse of inner gut millitudinous micro-finger lined sac, results in a fine quick buzz, like in the order of less than 5 minutes.  Even after one cup of 3.5 Harbin brew.  It's got me wonderin....is it like a fish, jumping from the water....its crossing of that inter-world border of water and air, or the dive-bombing king-fisher in the other direction...that first splash.....after-which it muddles about in bubbles of wonder, longing for that initial blast.  I turn on music....i bang my head, especially at the start, but then my head starts to bang bells.  Whipped cream on my toungue, its brain inflating euphorics .....well.... they last some time too.  The orgasm might be an exception.

I need to write a song.  Pterodactyl it will be called.  The lowly seagull becomes Pterodactyl, after infusing with sweet-grass.  Meanwhile, politicians lie like a cheap rug.....at least they're consistent.

Chinese moose call

Every morning i hear a moose at 7:00am, 7:30 in the winter.  I think, it's really strange that a moose would be so fixed and dedicated on its morning schedule, although after-all the moose is yelling for girlfriends, but not so strange that it makes regular bellers at about 7 second intervals in batches of about 10.  The intervals are a bit short.  It's stange that he is on a university campus, though i know it's quiet here, as every early mornin i can see car headlights stream by the outside of the university moat but can't hear them (only their horns), as if we're in some sound and air pollution city bubble.

So i decide, as i would near a Canada blackfly-fed trout rippled beaver swamp, to sneak up on the bellering wonder.  Walking some distance to the other side of the campus, knowing full well that the last moose that trod these China lands from Russia must have been a good hundred yars ago, and that the pattern is too consistent, and its not THAT quiet here, and its not wild, the wailing gets louder and louder.

Coming finally close to the tree behind which the hollering washes out in waves, there is the moose, an old man.  His hair grey, and with downward hanging wiry sprigs of beard typical of an Asian guy, like some mini bonsai type of tree vibrating down out of his chin-skin, and a kind of kung-fu stance with knees sternly bent half, with fists at chest height flowing out with each beller like a slow motion flying dragon (though Chinese dragons have no wings, its just the Hollywood ones).  And i behold, feeling guilty of my unavoidable stare, in as much wonder as i would at a Canada moose.  He doesn't acknowledge me, in a deep concentrative trance.

The tree trunk is steadily positioned between his shoulder blade secondary wings as he regularly performs a motion as strange as the yowl itself, at a frequency of about 3 per yowl.  And, remember, these bellers override all other campus sounds, as cool students slowly begin to flow their way to classrooms, mostly in a quiet determined walk, seemingly oblivious to the man-moose.  He is part of the U-bubble wilderness as he ironically stands beside a huge lotus swamp that any moose in Alaska would give its left horn to be loafing in, with lotus stems the size of fat carrots towering as long as Yao Ming's fully streached, arms up, basketball dunking body, crowned with their single top-of-the-stem halo leaf nearly double size of a flattened Chinese hat.  the moose man throws his upper body backward smacking the chest area of his back into the tree in the rhythm of a 30 beats per minute heart.

One of these days, i plan to muster the courage to join and study from him; and there will be a joint Canadian  Chinese moose chorus.

moose call - traditional Chinese medicine