February 24, 2025
3:31 p.m. CST



February 22, 2025
12:52 p.m. CST



February 22, 2025
8:18 a.m. CST

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Saturday Blues for pogge



February 20, 2025
11:02 a.m. CST

Skateboarder

February 16, 2025
5:23 p.m. CST

Bears



February 16, 2025
9:56 a.m. CST

Loons

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February 14, 2025
11:16 a.m. CST

Valentine's Day



February 13, 2025
9:05 a.m. CST

Medicine

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10:57 a.m. CST



February 9, 2025
10:55 a.m. CST

A priest asked,
What is Fate, Master?

And he answered:
It is that which gives a beast of burden its reason for existence.
It is that which men in former times had to bear upon their backs.
It is that which has caused nations to build by-ways from City to City upon which carts and
coaches pass, and alongside which inns have come to be built to stave off Hunger, Thirst and Weariness.
It is that which has caused great fleets of ships to ply the Seven Seas wherever the wind blows.

And that is Fate? said the priest.

Fate... I thought you said Freight, responded the Master.

That's all right, said the priest. I wanted to know what Freight was too.

- Kahlog Albran, The Profit


February 8, 2025
6:17 p.m.CST

The Geezer's Paradox



February 8, 2025
6:10 p.m. CST

The Rolling Stones and Lady Gaga - LIVE



February 8, 2025
10:25 a.m. CST

Reading



February 8, 2025
8:36 a.m. CST

Saturday Morning Blues for pogge



February 7, 2025
8:27 a.mn. CST

It's Friday. And on Fridays, we dance.

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February 5, 2025
4:27 p.m. CST



Who's Gonna Build Your Wall?



February 5, 2025
12:19 p.m. CST

Magic Jesus



February 5, 2025
11:23 a.m. CST

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February 3, 2025
4:50 p.m. CST

Today's Rant





January 31, 2025
9:17 a.m. CST

Read the sign



January 31, 2025
8:41 a.m. CST

It's Friday. And on Fridays, we dance

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January 29, 2025
5:25 p.m. CST

Justice



January 29, 2025
3:45 p.m. CST



January 29, 2025
11:48 a.m. CST

Poem of the Day

Forgetfulness

By Billy Collins

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.


January 27, 2025
10:49 a.m. CST





"The thing about saying the wrong words is that A, I don’t notice it and B, sometimes
orange water gibbon bucket and plastic."

- Mr. Burrows, Monte Python’s Flying Circus


January 26, 2025
2:42 p.m. CST



January 22, 2025
12:02 p.m. CST

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January 19, 2025
6:11 p.m. CST

Canada!

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January 19, 2025
10:48 a.m. CST

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January 19, 2025
10:30 a.m. CST

Happy Birthday, Janis



January 19, 2025
10:23 a.m. CST

Sunday Morning Services for Slackers



January 19, 2025
9:52 a.m. CST

The more you know . . .



January 18, 2025
8:00 a.m. CST

Saturday Blues for pogge



January 17, 2025
2:35 p.m. CST

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January 17,2025
9:16 a.m. CST

It's Friday. And on Fridays, we dance.

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January 13, 2025
4:23 p.m. CST

Maybe get a job?



January 13, 2025
3:22 p.m. CST

Lullaby



January 13< 2025
5:49 p.m. CST

ˇNo pasarán!



January 12, 2025
9:37 a.m. CST

Sunday Morning Services for Slackers



January 11, 2025
8:49 a.m. CST

Saturday Blues for pogge



January 10, 2025
8:21 a.m. CST

It's Friday. And on Fridays, we dance

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January 9, 2025
10:19 a.m. CST

The whole quote

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January 7, 2025


5:48 p.m. CST

Unscheduled Musical Interlude



January 7, 2025
4:45 p.m CST

I. Am. Canadian.



January 7, 2025
11:07 a.m. CST



January 6, 2025
3:33 p.m. CST

Tuktu

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January 5, 2025
10:33 a.m. CST

2025, so far



January 4, 2025
12:18 p.m. CST

Saturday Blues for pogge



January 3, 2025
4:27 p.m. CST

Friends?



January 3, 2025
4:18 p.m. CST



January 3, 2025
9:03 a.m. CST

It's Friday. And on Fridays, we dance.

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January 1, 2025
9:32 a.m. CST

Best of Betty

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December 30, 2024
3:48 p.m. CST

New legs!

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December 27, 2024
4:09 p.m.CST

The Cupcake Song

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December 27, 2024
3:55 p.m CST

It's Friday. And on Fridays, we dance

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December 26, 2024
11:40 a.m. CST



December 24, 2024
4:11 p.m. CST

A Christmas classic



December 24, 2024
2:47 p.m. CST

Silent Night/7 o'clock news



December 24, 2024
12:22 p.m. CST



December 22, 2024
4:32 p.m. CST



December 21, 2024
5:51 p.m. CST

It's fine, really

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December 20, 2024
4:56 p.m. CST



December 20, 2024
9:43 a.m. CST

It's Friday. And on Fridays, we dance.



December 17, 2024
3:41 p.m. CST

OfStephen

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December 16, 2024
5:00 p.m. CST

Santa Knows

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December 15, 2024
12:10 p.m. CST

A Christmas Carol



December 15, 2024
9:00 a.m. CST

Skipping church again, right? No worries. As usual, Sunday Morning Service for Slackers has your back.

Turn up the volume, touch your monitor for point of contact, and make a joyful sound.



December 13, 2024
4:45 p.m. CST

The Pale Blue Dot



Pale Blue Dot is a photo of Earth that was taken by the Voyager 1 space probe in 1990
from a distance of about 6 billion kilometers (3.7 billion miles) as it was leaving our solar
system. This is what Carl Sagan said about the photo: "Look again at that dot. That's here.
That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever
heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy
and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every
hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization,
every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful
child, inventor, and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every
'superstar,' every 'supreme leader,' every saint and sinner in the history of our species
lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The Earth is the only world
known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our
species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth
is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-
uilding experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human
conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our
responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale
blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”


December 13, 2024
3:45 p.m. CST

Best Intro Ever

Sound up. Hope you have stereo for this.



Second Place



December 13, 2024
9:25 a.m. CST

Poem of the Day

Domino Nights

Puma Perl

On Water Street,
scaffolds envelop the buildings,
wire screens surround the benches,
iron fences line the street.
You must walk a hot summer block
in either direction to cross.

To the east, construction continues.
To the west, trucks sit, waiting.

Approaching or leaving,
it feels like a detention center
without passports or means of escape.

Late nights on Water Street,
beneath the scaffolding,
behind the steaming sidewalks,
and the screens and the fences,
the men set up their dominoes table
and their friends watch them play,
awaiting their turns.

We wave on our way to walk our dogs
and when returning home in the humid air.

There are no passersby on Water Street,
but I will reply to the questions
they might have asked had they existed.

Why, they might wonder, do the men sit
at a bridge table in the stifling heat
beneath scaffolds, behind screens and fences?
Surely, there are air-conditioned apartments
where they might socialize and yell Capicu!

Because, I would answer, it is our street,
this is our Lower East Side that we breathe,
this is our space where neighbors smile
as they pass by and call out, Otra vez
you’re still at it, as time slowly propels
us closer to wherever we are headed,
but until we get there, the table is set
for another night of apocalyptic dominos.


December 12, 2024
4:13 p.m. CST

Twin Flames



December 11, 2024
11:22 a,m. CST

Dick Van Dyke and Cold Play



December 10, 2024
9:31 a.m. CST

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December 9, 2024
3:52 p.m. CST

In my day . . .



December 9, 2024
3:09 p.m. CST

QOTD



December 8, 2040
5:31 p.m. CST

POV



December 8, 2024
8:50 a.m. CST

Sunday Morning Services for Slackers



December 7, 2024
9:04 a.m. CST

Saturday Morning Blues for pogge



December 6, 2024
5:25 p.m. CST

Cher

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December 4, 2024
12:19 p.m. CST

3-string shovel guitar


December 1, 2024
3:56 p.m

If Social Media were a horse race

If social media was a horse race... Sound up!

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— Eric Champnella (@echamp.bsky.social) November 27, 2024 at 1:37 PM


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