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There’s a man made of hotdogs living on the bottom of the ocean.

I call this man my friend.

Docked outside his door sitting in the panic room of my submarine

in case my friend baloney man attacks me.

Friendship is a two way street.

Or a one way street with two cars going in opposite directions

where one guy, your friend, waves while smiling to let you know

you are going the wrong way…asshole!

My friend hotdog man is serving me dinner now

in a ceramic serving dish is a hotdog casserole.

That’s when I realize that since I have been there

I have not seen a single member of his family.



Calistoga/Santa Rosa Firestorm 2017 (Part 2)


Next to a nuclear explosion, there is no more lethal killing force on earth than a big forest fire. The most violent are called “blowups” because they are capable of exploding. Just how they perform such a terrifying feat remains a mystery, but fire behavior experts think it has something to do with a convergence of weather patterns and hurricane force winds big fires often generate.

Fanned by such fearsome winds, flames become blast furnaces, then the furnaces explode. Trees that are not incinerated where they stand are often sucked from the ground and tossed hundreds of feet into the air. Only a handful of firefighters have survived a blowup, but from their accounts we know that blowups can outrun birds in flight, melt soil, boil stream water, crack open boulders, detonate old, pitch-filled trees like sticks of dynamite and incinerate entire mountainsides in seconds. Mercifully, most who fall before them suffocate before fire consumes their bodies”

Jim PetersenOctober 4, 2014   Evergreen Magazine



As my brother-in-law had described to me regarding the firestorm of 1964, when what they thought that the was exploding cases of dynamite that they used in that day in certain work on the ranch. These were actually sap-rich trees as they entered a furnace that was likely in excess of 1800 degrees Fahrenheit.


Example of those caught in a firestorm…


Maclean: “Dr. Hawkins, the physician who went in with the rescue crew the night the men were burned told me that, after the bodies had fallen, most of them had risen again, taken a few steps, and fallen again, this final time like pilgrims in prayer. When the fire struck their bodies, it blew their watches away. The two hands on a recovered watch had melted together at about four minutes to six. For them, that may be taken as the end of time.”

Jim PetersenOctober 4, 2014   Evergreen Magazine



Starting 7am Monday my email/Facebook/text/phone was ringing off the hooks from those in firestorm and those who wanted to know about those in firestorm.


The firestorm came in so quickly, most people got out with at most the clothes on the back.

Within 8 hours 40,000 acres had burned.

Not just the areas of forestry, but deeply into cities such as Santa Rosa.

The firestorm was fuel by 50-70 mph winds.

In Southern California these are the “Santa Anna” winds.

In Northern California these are called the “Diablo” winds.

I have been here all my life.

I have never experienced winds like this inland.

Frankly, other than the “News” reporting right now…

I had never the name of such winds.

I guess they hadn’t visited us for a while…

Perhaps not since 1964.

There was a sense of surreality.

At a minimum unreality.

People I talked to from Santa Rosa could not comprehend what had happened to them in eight hours.

Whereas I, 110 miles away in the Silicon Valley was mortified, some of people spoke nonchalantly or matter-of-factly as everything they owned had been burned to the ground.


I’d seen this before.

People were going into a form of “shock.”


They needed to rest and believe a message of “even keel”, so they could take next steps and steps that would be necessary shortly in next few days.


God was needed in this situation. Yes. God. If you have a problem with that GO FUCK YOURSELF.



Firestorms are among nature’s most violent and unpredictable phenomena. Tornado-force winds sweep superhot flames of up to 1,000 degrees Celsius (1,800 degrees Fahrenheit) through buildings and forests alike. Victims often suffocate before they can flee and entire towns can be obliterated.

Read more http://someinterestingfacts.net/what-is-firestorm-phenomenon/



When my sister called me Monday night well after a hyper-emotional day for both of us she started off calm, matter-of-factly. Shock.


Then she described as my sister, brother-in-law, and nephew had decided to “ride” out the firestorm.

(I believe I described what that might entail above.)


She described when we lost all contact with them early Monday morning…


She started to cry softly over the phone.


At that moment of “lost” morning she got down on her knees and started to pray.


On her hands and knees and started to pray.


Now she was crying louder on the phone.


Then she was on her hands, knees, and face crying that morning.


Then she stopped praying.


She stopped praying.


She stopped praying.


She stopped praying and started to beg.


She started to beg God.


She begged God.


Please God. Do not let our sister perish in a way described above.


She begged hard and cried hard that morning.


She was crying uncontrollably now on the phone.


My hand was over the mouth piece, so she could not hear my uncontrollable crying.


After listening, when it was my turn to talk about next steps, I tried not to let my tone-of-voice break.


I needed to be “even keel.”


So, my one sister survived the firestorm…


The fires continue to spread to large areas, which were subsequently evacuated.


Early Wednesday morning the “Diablo” winds are expected to return.


Perhaps, with some mercy at 30-40 mph.


But that is definite going to push these fires.


For us, now is a time for God.


If you don’t believe in God…


Stay the FUCK out of the way.


Because these are people who will be acting as if driven by God.


Been up 40 hours straight and I’m starting to get “cranky.”


115,000 acres gone in 36 hours.


God is indeed needed.


Everyone is hunkered-down, bunkered-down.


And dug in with a defensive position.


For the next round.



Lot’s of burnt kitties up our way.

Please help.

electric universe


breath in

breath out

feel the rhythm

that connects us all

that connects us all to the earth

that connects the earth to sun

that connects the sun to all that is beyond

feel the spark and crackle

that connects you to me

that connects all to all


electric universe


feel the rhythm

that connects us all

that connects all to all

as we return to the earth

as the earth returns to stardust

as stardust returns to the cosmic swirl

and creates a new planet

as shiny as a new penny wrapped in souls

that connects me to you

that connects us all to each other


electric universe


the cycle starts again

let you emotions go

let them all bleed out

feel the rhythm

that connects all to all

that connects you to me

that connects me to you

that connects us all to each other

that connects us all to ourselves

this is your one and only life

the firecracker explody


it was the firecracker explody

The Snake Pope: Do firecrackers usually pop when put in water

Me: This one does when she gets wet


my mind throttled

was wound tighter

by the hour

even her shadow

was star spangled

in the warrior night

she wore many smiles

now these things

are plain to see

her skirt was way

too tight that day

in her smile was

a spark she used

to light the hour


don’t mind if I do bar-b-q

I like salmon

If she were a fish

I’d wrap her in shiny foil

and slap her on the grill

but she’s not a fish so I just going to let her

lay there naked


time passes

in a way where

we don’t see blood

pass from generation

to generation

too slow to be seen

by the human eye

the same blood runs

through different veins

with age and over time

it is only when we

observe generations

together in a mirror

spanning these years

can we detect its flow