MooPig "How to Write a Blues Song" Department

Hey Jeff, Have you ever Fancied Someone you Shouldn't?
by Pat Darnell  |  Mar 26, 2015  |  Bryan TX

Hostility is worsened when humans try to intervene. Not a good opener for a Blues song, but very pertinent. As is oftener the case our lives are carved out not as a map of ideals we live for, rather by choices made along the way while in places that embed themselves in our heads.
"I was in the street
On Grand Avenue..."

There is a relentless hope in all to love and be loved no matter in what place one finds himself. Unless a person is fully jaded, he is looking for someone to share his journey. Many choices we make are begun while looking for a partner.
"People huddled
Cold and damp..."

Without partnership, cold places seem colder, hot places seem hotter, and wet places seem unbearable. But with chosen partners the coldness is manageable, more of a friend, and less of a ghost. Our Blues song lives in a sort of faded social corner in our minds, the in-between land, a non-committal zone. We liken our situation to others who magically have made choices that ease their lives. Our situation seems comical to others who fancied what they should have fancied and didn't shoot for the stars.
"My lady dropped me
from a four story building..."

In the pain of a mix up, like picking the wrong gal, if one were living on Venus, he would be frozen, fried, and crushed in a Venus-crush. Every field he walks in would be filled with cockle-burrs, and ticks, that stick onto his flesh. And he has little choice but to rip them all off his skin, and continue roaming.
"She sure enough threw me
Off a four story house..."

Then, as a form of self-preserving, our minds lock onto a repeated utterance or theme. In the Blues song this is the Refrain. Some of these utterances coupled with melody can become the chant of an entire generation of human offspring. It can rock the micro waves till hotter than a moon beam.
When I dove,
My blood froze,
On that cold avenue.
She clapped her hands
whipped her hair, and s'ed
'Papa, that weren't cool.'

And so it is questionable who threw who, and what will become of him that hit the floor? Reminded that this is written in late winter, say March, and the beautiful death of winter can be another yet softer snow, covering every available surface. Hollers of people on the avenue are strangely reflected off each snowflake as cars, houses, eyebrows slowly collect snow. Voices carry on snowy evenings, and various tragic and humorous situations are picked up. All around cars are stuck in peculiar positions, dogs jump and bite the air, "Wasn't there a sidewalk there?" And words never convey all that is going on.

Out of diversity of life comes genius of adaptability in snow muffled cries of success and failure.

Old Jeff, Old Jeff,
c'mere and rest...
...Your toasted self...
Feeling kind of hungry,
just might be that you could help.

NASA Talks :: NEMO

Retrieved by Pat Darnell | Feb 11, 2013 | Bryan TX

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Blizzard Moves Through
This image was taken from NOAA's GOES-13 satellite on Saturday, Feb. 9, at 7:01 a.m. EST. Two low pressure systems came together and formed a giant nor'easter centered right over New England creating blizzards from Massachusetts to New York. the image was created by NASA's GOES Project at NASA Goddard Space Flight Center, Greenbelt, Md. Image credit: NASA/GOES Project
Page Last Updated: February 9, 2013
Page Editor: Brian Dunbar
NASA Official: Brian Dunbar

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http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/imagegallery/image_feature_2446.html

MooPig's Report from Europe :: "Snow"

Snow in Rome and South to Puglia, Foggia
Retrieved by Pat Darnell | Feb 6, 2012 | Bryan TX

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Photo taken on Feb. 5, 2012 shows the snow-covered historic center in Rome, Italy. An extraordinary snowfall which had not occurred since 1985 hit Rome on Feb.3. (Xinhua/Wang Qingqin)

An extraordinary snowfall which had not occurred since 1985 hit Rome on Feb.3.
The severe cold weather currently gripping Europe has now spread to Italy. Freezing temperatures affecting the North of the peninsula began moving south on Monday, with snow now falling in Central Italy and the island of Sardinia too.

Authorities say that snow could fall on the nation's capital by Friday, while Florence and

Feb 5, 2012 | EXCERPT | " ... Emilia Romagna, are predicted to see snow flurries by Tuesday afternoon.

Trains and planes in Turin and Milan were delayed or cancelled, 100 flights were grounded at Bologna's Guglielmo Marconi airport, and heavy snowfall that caused disruption on the highways in Piedmont, Lombardy, Emilia Romagna, central Tuscany and Umbria has the weather reached sub-zero temperatures.

Transportation authorities are requiring travellers to carry snow chains on board if their vehicles are not equipped with snow tires. This inclement weather has already caused school shut-downs and stopped lorries from crossing the France-Italy boarders.

On the Alps, temperatures dipped to -21 Celsius degrees on the Mount Blanc, -27 on Mount Rosa and -12 in the ski resort town of Cortina. Many Italian Serie A and B soccer matches are at risk and might be cancelled.

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http://english.sina.com/world/p/2012/0205/437441.html
http://www.italymag.co.uk/italy/weather/europe-s-big-freeze-spreads-over-italy
http://www.euronews.net/2012/02/04/big-freeze-tightens-its-grip-on-europe/

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Snowed-in Problems at Bryan, Texas ?

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February 4: Mansplain

" ... to delighting in condescending, inaccurate explanations delivered with rock solid confidence of rightness and that slimy certainty that of course he is right, because he is the man in this conversation

Even though he knew she had an advanced degree in neuroscience, he felt the need to mansplain "there are molecules in the brain called neurotransmitters"

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NEWS from points North of CAIRO, Illinois :: "Snowed-in -- but not Forgotten"

America's Midwest goes for new "Record" Snow Pile
by Pat Darnell

CHICAGO (Reuters) – [SOURCE, read Article HERE] " ...  A colossal winter storm stretching from New Mexico to Maine hit the heartland of the United States with snow, high winds and freezing rain on Tuesday, and experts said the worst was still to come as the storm moved northeast and temperatures were set to plunge. (Visconti, Guy; retrieved, Feb 2, 2011) ... "

MooPig Enterprises depends on the fine reportage of its award winning Field Correspondents. Our first line journalists bring an edge to MooPig Wisdom that is difficult to duplicate anywhere else on the Net. What we don't have is key patents, or a team of bulldog lawyers ... but soon, hopefully, soon.

Today, Wednesday, while Rupe Murdoch is unveiling his ill-timed Apple Application for a mere 99 cents a month, that pre-empts mindful missile throwing of street protesters in Cairo, Egypt, we simply could not be more pleased to have reports of  the near death experiences of our Midwesterner Reporters.

Why the Midwest? They have had their third largest snow storm ranking behind a storm in the 1960's and another in the 1990's. That shows us this is a "thirty year" event give or take a decade, plus some folderole tundra melting, and glacier receding murky business ... What it actually means to America's Motor Town, and to the Big Shoulder Chi-town, and the Gateway to Western Expansion St Louis, remains to be seen. It turns out, this type of storm effects the politics of the near future of these metropolises in their respective Mayoral races, and in local postpositions. It will come out you wait and see.

"Aw, remember the storm of twenty eleven?" many will pine in years to come. Meanwhile, the pictures and emails are pouring in, and not about the storm exclusively. Other concerns ascend in the aftermath of the blizzards. It comes to heart; who will stay strong using a mere shovel to clear walkways, and side roads? Eh? Who can weather the balls deep snow drifts and snow plowed mounds with humble ice scraper before mounds turn to solid sheets of pelvic crushing ice floes?

Infrastructure, dude, infra-structure.

URBAN WORD of the DAY -- February 2: Snowbooking
" ... To constantly update your status or post on Facebook during a snowstorm. Normally, because your stuck inside and bored out of your mind.
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" ... Also can be used to describe Facebook users who constantly discuss, complain, or post pictures about a snow storm.

Sarah must be snowed in and bored, because she's been snowbooking since the storm started.
The roads haven't been plowed so everyone's snowbooking.

_______________________ Pay Back:
Comment: " ... As you might be able to tell, we are having a blizzard-like time of it up here, which leaves me with too much time to dabble on-line.
Please allow me the privilege of sharing this link now, and then to send you the CD later.
Riccardo/The Tulsa WannaBe Kid: ... "
RC

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Snowed-in Problems at LGA

REPRINT: XLII: What's important to me this last Year -- Still Stands

No tears in Green Bay
by Pat Darnell January 12, 2008
8:00PM

MooPig is on location at the "Two Girls Waffle House of Ashwaubenon, Wisconsin, off Pilgrim Way, near Lambeau Field.

"We love that Bret Favre, eh," says Winnie.

"I remember when he was just a tot ridin'so fast by the stop and go light on Pilgrim," says Girtha, from the kitchen. "Snow, ice, penguins, seahawks, bears and lions.. he paid them no mind even then as a youngster. Always on time with the newspaper."

"Girtha, do you remember the name of Lombardi Avenue before they named it Lombardi?" said Winnie. Girtha answers no.

I don't mention Green Bay quarter back Brett Favre was born 1969 in Kiln, Mississippi, and subsequently grew up to earn a teaching degree from Old Southern Miss, lettering all the way in sports. These two darlings don't need to hear from a wise guy. Apparently a natural born football player from earliest days, Brett Favre makes gals from 20 to 80 swoon, and some guys too, all the way from Upper Peninsula Michigan, to Akron, to suburbs of Chicago.

Add Hunky Male to Favre's George-Blanda of-the-twenty-first-century football resume.

"Who are the Seahawks, again, Honey?" I said.

"Jaxsonville," she answered.

"Oh, yeah, that's right," said I [whadda dumbassIcanbe, eh?].

Errata; via Pribek.net Re: The Seahawks Actually they were one of the original NFL franchises in 1920. Back then they were known as the Muncie Flyers. A curious decision to move the franchise north of the border to Yellowknife the following year left them out of favor with the rest of the league. After years of toiling on the "chitlin' circuit" and later a long stretch playing lounge gigs, mostly at Ramada Inns, during the 70's and 80's, they relocated once again to Seattle during the dot.com boom.

WHO's Paul? Addendum | Pribek Nation

For XLII -- I pick Packers because I don't recognize the names of teams other than those from last century in 1960's. Names of teams used-to represent Industry. For instance, I was a Packer/Jogger in Chicago-land for a brief time after college. I identified with conservative Midwest values of the Bears in the Midwest. I drove a Lion of a car, Buick Wildcat, in my day: passed everything on the road, except gas stations. [photo: 1919 Packers]

My youth was spent in energy boom-town, Houston, where I was a trogladyte following our Oilers. I watched and lived through earliest commercial airlines' industry introduction of luxury Jets. I still have difficulty with Dallas Cowboys and New England Patriots, and Dolphins since they were "expansion" startups back when. And so on.

I also pick Brett for his Lance Armstrong iron-man demeanor. Today was a classic football encounter of the most rare kind. Snow, light breeze, fluffy flakes falling in a quiet muffling array; growing in intensity as the game progressed. Seahawks' coach standing statuesque concentrating on his playbook, unmoving until snow covered one side of him, leaving his down wind side completely clear; are some of the impressions I have of todays' game.

The way Brett Favre played the angles all afternoon, I suspect he has had this game in the snow on his mind for some time now; since he used the snow as his 12th man.

Of course Mr. Favre is not the only rivet in the Packer's team structure; I like to think he exemplifies pivoting panes of the mystique in football from the past; while affecting the next century cacophonies of gridlocked gridiron gladiators. Clever players always have a special day when some impression from a dream is woven into their actual experience. Personally I loved playing football in snow, and mud, and adverse condition. Somehow the customs and conventions of the game are suspended in those contests, and opportunities are presented that would have not on good-weather days existed.

As the game today progressed, I wondered if all sports writers, and chroniclers, and scribes were seeing it? I listened intent on getting some progressive feedback, until I muted the sound completely. You see the footprints of the players and referees left in the snow looked like herds of wildebeests had just stampeded the stadium [thanks to Lion King, Disney, for that metaphor]. Snow fell the whole game. The previous footprints would get covered. Then as the ball game came back to that end fresh snow would become a mosaic of white and green.

I didn't need commentary as occasionally a head hunter linebacker would streak through the screen and send the ball into new orbit, as the poor offense running back was separated from it along with his forward progress. Then the ensuing long slide print in the snow where a 347 pound defensive tackle slid as he pounces and gathers in the ball. Tracks, like I want to make again, but alas am way beyond that age of play.

Each tangled, turf-baring, higgledy-piggledy, topsy-turvy play instantly followed by the referees' intent without guile to sort it all out, leaping himself into the melees to see precisely where to spot the ball, lest anarchy prevail and shoving turn to unfettered mayhem. At one point the referee stood for long minutes with hand on the spotted ball, as the spotting is contested. He is bent over in a back wrenching pose, until judging of ten levels of surrveilance can be merged with all the technology that surrounds the line of scrimmage, the line ref is all but snowed under. The ball is soaked, the ref's hand is frozen and the players are pacing the field.

Coaches grimace, and a new play is called but changed at the line by Favre, and a weak side slant-in caught for 12 yards.. unheard of. Was it a slight nod by Brett to his tight end? First and ten.

Guess what, I don't watch professional football until the playoffs. Today Brett and all his blockers, along with Mother Natures' beautiful snow, made my seldom patronage of the gridiron gladiators all that I ever wished for. I hope there are many others with the same sparkle in their eyes tonight. Who again are the Seahawks? ..weren't they before the Titannics? Eh, Cheesehead?

Shouldn't we all side with the two sisters at Two Girls Waffle House, and remember the fun of playing in the snow? No barriers; lots of Cheese. >pd/final draft [I could've just said 'great game' but then you would've missed me talking about myself!!]

Flakes arrive in Bryan Texas

What the Heck!

Snow in Bryan, Brazos County, Friday.....

Oddities in Climate
by Correspondent P. Darnell
Yesterday was a snow day in the least of likely places. Bryan Texas neighborhoods heard the large placid drops of heavy flakes outside. When the kids looked out at the flurries, there was sudden uncontrolable screaming. "No parent in his right mind is going to let his kids in the school bus today!"

It doesn't matter where you are children love the aspects of snow. It leads to thousands of questions.

Later in the day residents pulled out their Clydesdales draft teams, and sleighs to do the daily hauling and commuting to town. All in all it was a landmark day in the history of sister city to the fightin' Aggies of College Station.

[top photo: Pat 2 looking for the Mad March Hare~~~~~~~}

[bottom photo: hauling the days logs out of the thickets~~~~~~~~~~~}