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In Memoriam

My highly unique and last surviving uncle passed away yesterday, July 18, 2024. Charles ("Charlie" to many) was six months shy of his 102nd birthday in December. For his 100th birthday in 2022, I wrote him a poem. The photos below comprised the front and back of a card designed by JT, for which I recorded a 90-second .mp3 of me reciting the printed verse, uploading it to a tiny disk attached inside the card. The photos above are Charles with his Gretsch "New Yorker" in 1956, and then with the "Kat330" cigar box guitar JT made for my birthday in 2015.

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The background music behind my recitation is from a lovely day in 2011 spent with my uncle on the grounds of the restored West Baden Springs Hotel resort in southern Indiana. We stumbled upon a stone domed "chapel" (probably an empty gardening shed) with phenomenal acoustics. Instinctively I began singing "Amazing Grace," and then I began the round "O, How Lovely Is the Evening" after Charles had joined in humming harmony on the hymn. When we were back home that day, I found out JT had surreptitiously recorded our private moment of joy in song, and that "Amazing Grace" recording was ideal to set behind this tribute poem.

Hymn to Him

Back in nineteen twenty and two Upon the 13th day December, There was born a blessèd man This day we honor and remember.

Born as Charles Henry Boonshot, Sometimes shortened to Charlie B., His name passed down by dad, the Sr. His mother's known as Anna Marie.

A farmboy raised in Indiana, And I might also make a note he Always lived in Martin County Near or in the town, Loogootee.

His sister and my mother, Margaret, His elder 18 months and plus, Did dearly love her baby brother Who is, as well, beloved by us!

He thrived upon the family farm Amid the usual barnyard cluster -- Chickens, pigs, a horse, a cow -- And trusty dog by name of Buster.

The Boonshot family loved to sing With Charlie's purest tenor tone Lifting high their gospel hymns In lovely harmonies home-grown.

He let his singing speak for him, Remained a quiet, gentle man, But never were his words more clear Than when he had guitar in hand.

And now my unc of so few words Arriving at a major milestone, Hears us praise in many words: The light a 100 years he's shone!

--Kathleen Martin, November 2022

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When the News Is Too Much . . .

My first experience with digital taglines was when I joined conferences on such computer relay systems as Fidonet and Wildnet in the mid-1980s. Users would add them to the bottom of a conference post, and they were mostly well-known aphorisms and sentiments circulating in the culture as a whole. An example of one I saw repeated often, to paraphrase: "Sure I'm in shape! Round is a shape isn't it?"

With my penchant for wordplay and limerick writing, I took it as a personal challenge to compose several unique tags to cap off my own posts at various user groups. Some of you dear readers may even have come across a few of my personal tags as they bounced around the globe. Below is a partial list of my original aphorisms written between 1986-1998. Hope something below brings you a smile today!

Beware of geeks bearing .GIFs! Never surf faster than your guardian geek can type. Freudian slips are the underwear of ideas. I seized the day, but it struggled free and slapped me in the face. When finally their minds' eyes met, 'twas love at second sight. Packing MIND.QWK with PKDICK Sheesh, Bokonon, not another pain in the karass?! Stop scrapin' the scab off my healin' heart, honey --Twavis Twit So he says to the Shapeshifter waitress, "Keep the change." We bought the whole nine yards from bolts of whole cloth. If you persevere in fanning lame flame, you only make ash of yourself. A balanced perspective is the one most often attacked. Earthworm movement against grass-roots organizations is underfoot! Her bad timing was bottled and sold in Zürich as a novelty item. Like lemmings happy to Rush out on a Limbaugh...humbug! He merchandised his issue-waffling, and it sold like hotcakes. Weird how a lot of its usage becomes "wierd how alot of it's" usage. Grammar Moses adds her to sense. I want to live with a synonym ghoul. Has subjunctive, as it were, become a passé case? Had one bad rap too many, so they seized my poetic license. Alternative Music: More Offbeat But Still on the Money Wouldn't feel like a pincushion if the world weren't so full of pricks. I heard it through divine grape / Not much longer would you be ape I'd rather be a recluse than a loose wreck. Ask not for whom the drummer drums; he beats off for thee. The angels wanna wear my blue suede shoes. I'll be baksheesh! --Sheik Yerbouti I’m Friday's Child in a Wednesday World Flamenco dancer, castanet round my heart! Content in proper context is magic in the making. In a universe of games, she who refuses to play is the true winner. Computer not responding to boot? Try flattery instead. Now paying for a lifetime of integrity. Filled with angst and wondering why my ex is tense. Who me? I'm just the observer observing the observer. She was a painting in search of a frame. a) prophet b) priest c) saint d) monk e) nun of the above I could see the "loco" motives in their trains of thought. I'm hardheaded against hard hearts. "This is the best of all possible worlds -- NOT." Wayne Candide That an Uzi in your pocket or some horribly grotesque mutation? _The Story of Disk-O_: A Hot Keys Tutorial However far I lower my sights, it's never enough to keep up. Ever feel like an experiment gone awry? A joke of cosmic proportion / A punchline from the gutter Individuation on ethereal waves over the astral plane You need a checkbook for a chick, a personality for a woman. Concoction: A very big shell sale Fantasy can take you everywhere and leave you nowhere. Best Blues Chip Stock: Kimberly-Clark Corp. Even at wit's end, I still can muster appreciation of true wit.

All taglines © Kathleen A. Martin

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My Back Pages

Sep 19, 2022

A few weeks ago while combing through my back pages here at Under a Bushel, I suddenly got the following result on my Page 10:

You'd think there would be a link associated with the wording of this error message, but there was nothing. I immediately wrote to support explaining the issue and, of course, waited days for any reply. What arrived was some nonsense boilerplate directing me to a FAQ.

I then noted which posts were at the bottom of Page 9 and atop Page 11 trying to figure out the problem source in-between. When I am logged into my account, however, I am not allowed to see any of my posts further back than March 9, 2014, which were all posted well after my Page 10 problem. :/

So without even archived access to the problem area, there clearly is nothing possible to even try on my end to fix the page, and this was noted to "Daniel N." of Tumblr support on August 26th. Finally a reply to my Catch-22 arrived Sep 15, but now from "Alfredo," who wrote: "Given our large number of users, we just don't have the resources. Sorry about that."

Bottom line: This blog's Page 10 was perfectly viewable without issue and without any changes in the interim for nearly nine years prior to this summer. Now it is not, and no help is offered. Ah, yes, Tumblr support: customer service with a capital T for "Trouble us not with troubles we suddenly and mysteriously created for you!" If any dear reader has some old screenshot of /page/10 to share with me, please do contact me via the blog, thank you!

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A Finnish Beginning

The above images are the result of a Finnish tradition at New Year's: A small tin horseshoe is melted in a ladle over a heat source and then tossed into a bucket of cold water. The shape formed suggests a theme or something in store for you personally in the coming year.

JT saw a cornucopia basket in mine (nice!), and I did, too, but I saw a calla lily shaped flower as well.

I saw a frilled lizard/dinosaur in his tin image, but he is convinced it is a kitten (also nice!), which may indeed be a household addition (x 2) in 2022. 😁

Hope 2022 brings a cornucopia of kitten kindnesses to you, dear reader!  ☼

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A Night of Joy on a Planet of Pain

August 28, 2020 

Envision a lovely Friday evening in a cobble-stoned market square beneath a glorious sky hearing a talented live orchestra and chorus performing Beethoven's 9th. Further envision the assembled listeners are fully enjoying the fresh Finnish air as they need not don masks -- only one death in Hämeenlinna and its environs since the pandemic's onset in March -- yet most are remaining respectfully distanced.   Last night marked a grand return to normalcy for me and JT only heightened by the pure aural pleasure of Ludwig's magnificent "An die Freude." It brought a return of hope that "Alle Menschen werden Brüder" -- "All people become brothers" -- and sisters in deed. Kiitos, Finland, for an evening of sanity, freedom and great joy indeed!  ♥♥♥

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How he achieves his "I'm PEACH-ment" glow. Orange you glad 45's got it?

High time to can this fake tan-in-a-can with the tiny hands through a resounding bipartisan "You're fired!"

A MarLin co-creation: Concept by Kathleen Martin rendered by JT Lindroos

Oct 12: We must issue an apology to all orangutans around the globe offended by our having associated them in any way, shape or form with the bigly orange ape who is currently a part-time resident at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. We recognize you are, in fact, great apes and evolved well beyond #45.   -- K&J

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SHANGHAIED [March 30, 2025]

When JT "Shanghaied" me early on to cue up his birthday gift the other morning [view here: https://youtu.be/fUwG7Z2bHyc], our twin tabby cats immediately took an unusual interest in the sights and sounds on our set. Zimi [L] and Iggi [R] are often rapt if we're viewing a nature program with birds and squirrels of course, but this was the first time to show interest in a regular animated music video. Perhaps they recognized the voice singing out to them as that of their "mom," and maybe Iggi was trying to climb into the screen to reach me? 🤷‍♂️ Whatever the cause, it certainly provided a birthday bonus to further make me beam! 😁 (Kiitos, sweetos!)

While you're there at JT's YT account, you might check out visual projects he created for a couple of other music productions: youtube.com/@jtlindroos

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Listen/purchase: I'm Friday's Child by Kathleen Martin

Happy New Year 2025! Been a minute since I composed a new piece—over 6 years in fact—but here finally is a set of three tracks for you, dear readers and listeners!

Multiple thanks to JT Lindroos for his cover art contribution (pic of li'l Kat at 4 was used). How appropriate to release IFC to the world on January 4, 2025, which marks our Silver 25th wedding anniversary! 😊😽 XXXOOO 🤗 Kat (a Friday's Child) I'M FRIDAY'S CHILD lyrics I'm Friday's Child living in a Wednesday world,   A world full of woe for me and any girl, Who's loving and giving at the time of birth And stays that way all her days on Earth. I'm Friday's child living in a Wednesday world. A Wednesday world can break a Friday heart. This world of woe can tear that heart apart. There was a time I seized the days, They struggled free and slapped my face. I'm Friday's child living in a Wednesday world. A Wednesday world can crush a Friday's Child. Can make her meek, and woe can drive her wild With walls of pain built brick by brick, A pincushion pierced prick after prick, When a Friday's child living in a Wednesday world. All Friday folk, let's forge a Friday world. Each woman, man, all boys and every girl, Who are loving and giving at the time of birth And stay that way through their days on Earth, Come Friday folk and make it a Friday world. Yes, Friday folk can make this a Friday world! --Kathleen Martin © 2024