August 29, 2010 Email Calendar Archives
Yesterday we went to the Bangor Folk Festival for a while. I wanted to see Pine Leaf Boys and the Holmes Brothers. That festival is more like a fair than a music festival; the food and the sound systems are not great. It's free. Makes me appreciate real music festivals. I did see the Pine Leaf Boys but it just wasn't the Fais Do Do stage. Five years ago on August 28 we went to the same festival and on the shuttle bus back to the parking lot we chatted with Don Vappie and his wife about the coming hurricane. It was the usual sort of worry and they assumed they would be all right. I did too. Later I wished I had offered to house the band at our theater, because it was a very long time before they got back.
Wilson Savoy and Courtney Granger of the Pine Leaf Boys
The time has come to talk about names for things that end in -ho. At work some of my colleagues use some business intelligence software called Pentaho. Some revenge-bent person in marketing must have led them to name it that. Doesn't Pentaho suggest a five-fanged witch from hell? I need to closely check their website for subliminal messages like buy our product and we will unleash the the evil bitches of death upon your enemies. And this wonderful outfit, AROHO, that gives women grants to spend time writing has an acronym that makes me imaginge two people in a confrontation: Are a ho; not a ho, are so a ho too. I have some tendonitis in my wrist and sometimes wear a brace that's black with the word Futuro on it. I'm sure it is pronounced FutureHo and I have noticed that wearing it unleashes my mutant superpower to mess with the space-time continuum and change people's futures. Ho is a big-time power word.

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