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Dusty

Hell Yeah!

About Me

I love music, concerts, writing. I have a private SEL and SES ticket and loved hammers and aerobatics until I crahsed my second one. Now, I don't fly much.Friends call me Dusty; so do strangers.

My Interests


I'd like to meet:

Chocolate and chocha and chocha with chocolate. Oh, I thought it said things "I Like to Eat."

Music:

Smashing Pumpkins, REM, U2, Green Day, The Killers, No Doubt (Stefani), Evanescence, Stones, Black Eyed Peas, Ozzy (Black Sabbath), Coors, Goo Goo Dolls, Train, Hinder, The Cars, Kinks, Psych Furs, Frankie, Talking Heads, Berlin, Joe Jackson, Elvis Costello, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Neil Young, Lenn, Kate Bush, The Who, Moody Blues, ELO, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd, Boston, The Byrds, Bob Dylan, Traffic, Jethro Tull, Foreigner, Buffalo Springfield, Styx, Steppenwolf, BTO, Bob Marley, Nirvana, Jefferson Airplane, Cream, Stone Temple Pilots, Prince, (early) David Bowie, Dire Straits, The Pretenders, Oasis, Dixie Chicks, Lou Reed, (early) Bruce Springsteen, T Rex, Embrace, Elastica, Pulp, The La's

Movies:

Grindhouse. (A bit too long!) Borat. Crash. The Last Emperor. The Man Who Would Be King. You can see what stars got a role but didn't play the part in the movie for one reason or another. It is a decent site: http://www.notstarring.com/newest.html

Television:

I don't watch a lotta tube. I like Keith Obermann; House; Cold Case; Boston Legal; Animal Planet; The Racing Channel; The Tube; VH-1

Books:

Richard Brautigan, Pablo Neruda, Federico Garcia Lorca, Kahlil Gibran, Bob Dylan, Venice Bloodworth.Some of mine is OK.

Heroes:

Jesus, Lincoln, FDR, MLK, Ghandi, Dean James Hilty, my friends.

My Blog

Don't Kill In God's Name! War Will End.

I would have gotten it if the president had said after September 11, "Fellow Americans, my administration specializes in energy and oil. It's in our opinion after the bombings on the WTC that we belie...
Posted by Dusty on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 07:27:00 PST

Can You Spot The "Truthz"

This is a new game I've made up called Fiddler Truthz. Respectfully named after a Right-Wing Non-Zealot friend of mine. How many "TRUTHZ" can you spot in the following very short paragraph?:...
Posted by Dusty on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 06:20:00 PST

Everything and Nothing: Love & Destruction

Everything is constantly changing. Nothing stays the same. Most of us don't like change. Effortlessly we accept what comes gradually. When it happens too fast it becomes confusing and the disorientat...
Posted by Dusty on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 06:22:00 PST

It's Official! Call Me Dusty mauk al-Nuuunu. But Can They Stop My Rants?

  There are two sides to every question. Three, four, five or six sides when the first two get found out to be lies! Once again, like Viet Nam and so many of these types of the-world-is-going-to...
Posted by Dusty on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 12:20:00 PST

Nowhere Cliffs

Nowhere Cliffs   Here on the foggy edge of Nowhere Cliffs at the threshold of take-off to a soft pre-summer night hearing pistons not missing blue smelly fumes pulling throttle to a run-up ...
Posted by Dusty on Wed, 09 May 2007 03:47:00 PST

I Won't Be Mad - If You Tell Me The Truth

I Won't Be Mad - If You Tell Me The Truth I can't write my name anymore. I don't like words and can't find the ones I want to use. I don't like preachers. So I won't write a sermon. I don't like hom...
Posted by Dusty on Wed, 02 May 2007 07:07:00 PST

Tapiocca

Tapiocca It is ticking. Like a time bomb, the hours tick away. Nothing seems to change, except that newly found gray hair. I am boundless yet, every mystery that unfolds inside my scattered mind ma...
Posted by Dusty on Tue, 01 May 2007 10:04:00 PST

Free and Wild

Free and Wild To the ways of wander The ways of light To the stars beyond here local night To the peaceful splendor To the helpless child from the lost horizons we were free and wild To granite floor...
Posted by Dusty on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 09:17:00 PST

Laughing At Heaven

Laughing At Heaven It is Friday. Not Thursday. Friday. Not Saturday. Friday. When all is quiet here. Noisy Thursday. Loud mistakes of yesterday intrusive. Thursday is dead. Its moments revealed. I...
Posted by Dusty on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 06:57:00 PST

Poems About War, Peace and Love

war THE GUARDS CAME THROUGH Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Men of the Twenty-firstUp by the Chalk Pit Wood,Weak with our wounds and our thirst,Wanting our sleep and our food,After a day and a night --God, ...
Posted by Dusty on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 06:07:00 PST