Fuzzy Logic TRdirect

... I know this world's a mess

cause all my clothes need pressin'

Bobby Caldwell

The Boat

I've recently had the good fortune to spend some holiday time with an old and revered friend, Dale Laughlin, and his newly intended, Ms. Kathy Lomax. Dale and I spent the greater part of the 80's and early 90's drinking on Friday nights and solving the world's problems, without due acclaim. His first and only, is like warm soup on a cold day, substantial and tasty, intriguing and witty, I ,for one, wholly approve. I offer a humble homage to their love, a video testament to Dale's 1958 Chrysler Imperial, I prefer my DynaRide. Imperial test

Sadly, his love of cars outlasted his love for the woman. They were divorced six months later.

On a recent Sunday afternoon, I decided that the house was as clean as that week was going to see it, and started listening to some old CD's. My mind wandered back to a delightful woman I once knew who, when asked to dance, would respond that she couldn't dance, but "I'm hell in a chair", she'd say. It was true, she looked absolutely apoplexic on the dance floor. She could sit and listen to music and move with every nuance of a song's rhythm, dip with every beat of the baseline, and generally flow with the groove established by a song. She just didn't know what to do with her pesky bottom half.

In her honor, I've encoded a few of my favorite ditty-bop tunes that should make you bob your head, tap your foot or cause your shoulders to shake, but you don't have to dance.

I listen to jazz these days, but it's nice to go back every once in a while and "get yer' groove on". If you've got a favorite, let me know, I'll see if I get it streamed for you. KJ, thanks for the memories, "Rock On". For the rest of you, "Crank it up!"

I've reworked the music so that you can select a song or let it all play through. Upgrade your Media Player, if necessary, to view the play list. Click here for the tunes (1hr. 10 Min. total).

" It's got a groovy beat, you can understand some of the words without listening too hard, and I can dance to it", "I'd give it an 85, Dick (Clark)".

I was asked recently to think about some music titles for an upcoming wedding reception. Here's one that has all of the elements; It's danceable, the theme is appropriate (they're Army Career Counselors), and the piano riffs give it a festive flair. I'm just not sure that many in the audience would appreciate it. Give a listen and let me know if I should include it. Here it is; Oliver's Army

In preparation, I've worked with some audio editing and come up with the dinner music. Some might expect elevator music, I was shootin' for a little livelier stuff and ended up with this geezer groove kind of thing. It's assembled from a decidedly male perspective, from meeting through exploration, courtship and commitment. Here it is; The Kindleburg Wedding Feast

Is it true that in Japan, Sony Vaio machines have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error messages with their own 17-syllable haikus?

Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams.
A file that big? It might be very useful. But now it is gone.
The Web site you seek Can not be located. Countless more exist.
Aborted effort: Close all that you have worked on. You ask way too much.
Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that.
First snow, then silence. This thousand-dollar screen dies So beautifully.
A crash reduces Your expensive computer To a simple stone.
Three things are certain: Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred.
You step in the stream, But the water has moved on. This page is not here.
Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will.
Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped.
Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

~ Tucson Computer Soc. Listserv, May 26, 1998