The Perfect Loaf, Mark I |
Muse's Mixed Nuts
You Never Know What You're Going to Get
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
The Quest for the Perfect Sandwich Loaf
Labels:
Baking,
Bread,
Cooking,
Frying,
Recipe Box,
The Perfect Sandwich Loaf
Location:
Charleston, SC, USA
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Muse's Little Black Book
Pick, Slide, Hammer and Sway
Muse's Little Black Book |
As her fingers flicked,
'Cross the strings that were pulled down tight.
In a test of skill,
She'd be best still,
To that there'd be no fight.
At that moment in time
She felt just fine,
As she picked-slid-hammered and swayed.
The music ran far
From the electric guitar,
As she picked-slid-hammered and swayed.
With her eyelids down
Her passion was found,
And she played like a thunder roll.
With her knees apart
She played from the heart,
The music was taking it's toll.
My toes were tapping
And my hands were clapping,
If only the rest could see.
Her whole song
Was only seconds long,
But it seemed like years to me.
I watched her hands
As she plucked the strands,
And the music flowed from her soul.
At that moment in time
I felt just fine,
'Cuz that music had made me whole.
When the end drew near
I still longed to hear,
When she picked-slid-hammered and swayed.
So I guess I'll stay
Until that day,
When you'll pick-slide-hammer and sway.
As she plucked the strands,
And the music flowed from her soul.
At that moment in time
I felt just fine,
'Cuz that music had made me whole.
When the end drew near
I still longed to hear,
When she picked-slid-hammered and swayed.
So I guess I'll stay
Until that day,
When you'll pick-slide-hammer and sway.
Labels:
Muse's Black Book,
Nostalgia,
Poetry
Location:
Charleston, SC, USA
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Memories of Working on a Cruise Ship
Amy, The Card Shark |
Location:
Charleston, SC, USA
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Tales from the Bus: Jerry and Rockin' Joe
People. They really blow my mind sometimes.
This evening started like many others. A long pleasant walk to the bus top heading into work. It was at the point that I approached the all too familiar bench and I saw a man with a bushy beard and large pack full of stuff animatedly discussing the finer points of open container laws with another gentleman that I knew tonight was going to be special. Luckily I had my headphones in and could thus take a seat on a nearby curb without being drawn into the debate. The man who was debating with... we'll call him Joe, got up and went to the fast food place across the highway leaving just Joe and myself at the bus stop.
This evening started like many others. A long pleasant walk to the bus top heading into work. It was at the point that I approached the all too familiar bench and I saw a man with a bushy beard and large pack full of stuff animatedly discussing the finer points of open container laws with another gentleman that I knew tonight was going to be special. Luckily I had my headphones in and could thus take a seat on a nearby curb without being drawn into the debate. The man who was debating with... we'll call him Joe, got up and went to the fast food place across the highway leaving just Joe and myself at the bus stop.
Labels:
Random Encounters,
Stories,
Tales from the Bus
Location:
Charleston, SC, USA
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