October 19th, 2010

phil ochs troubador

poor, poor pitiful me

While I peel and core a bushel of apples for pie filling, I leave you with a poll.

Poll #1632976 The Folk Process

When I lay my head on the railroad track...

...I wait for the Double E
50(32.7%)
...I stare at the sky all painted up
38(24.8%)
...the rail's hummin; there's a train comin'
65(42.5%)

Choose your weapon:

He packs a .44
21(13.7%)
He packs a .45
48(31.4%)
It was with his Iver Johnson gun.
32(20.9%)
A .44 smokeless laid under my head.
52(34.0%)

When Stagger Lee shot Billy...

...the bullet went through Billy DeLyon, broke the bartender's looking glass.
48(31.2%)
...Delia DeLyon shot Stagger Lee in the balls.
28(18.2%)
...it was because Billy won Stagger Lee's brand new Stetson hat.
28(18.2%)
...it was down at the Lions Club
13(8.4%)
...nonsense, it was in a pub called the Bucket of Blood
26(16.9%)
...it occurred during a coercive sex act
11(7.1%)

When I die...

...bury me in my high-top Stetson Hat
12(7.7%)
...with a gold piece on my watchchain
9(5.8%)
...six pretty maidens to carry my pall
30(19.4%)
...six crapshooters to carry my coffin
3(1.9%)
...six coal-black hustlers, rather
9(5.8%)
...so they'll know I died standing pat.
20(12.9%)
...whatever, so long as there's a jazz band
72(46.5%)

Ticky?

Ticky.
126(72.0%)
No ticky.
49(28.0%)
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they never woke up from the american dream

Ahh, Autumn.

Today, I turned nearly a bushel of apples (Macouns, Staymans, Greenings) into 11.75 quarts of pie filling and 2 pints of applesauce, plus enough for a snack.

From this:

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to this:

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Why northerners find hardy mums so funny:

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And in conclusion, totally October:

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When the bread is finished, I get a BLT.