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KA-CHING! (My not-so-secret-scrapbook)

by Vanderleun on April 27, 2020

FROM THE FIRST POST IN 2007 KA-CHING!

Plebes waiting for a glimpse of the stars at the Barak Obama fundraiser in Hollywood, February, 2007.

One of my constant readers sent me some owl experiences of his after seeing an owl unfolding on my graphics site, KA-CHING! 32,341+ IMAGES from 2007 until today…

If you happen to have commodious amounts of spare time you could browse KA-CHING! 32,341+ IMAGES from 2007 until today…
[Pro-Tip: Look for the light grey word ARCHIVE to the right of the logo.]

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ghostsniper April 27, 2020, 7:15 PM

I hit it up every coupla days. Yeah that owl ani-gif was jammin. I likes me some owls. I’ll tellya about it sometime.

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Patvann April 27, 2020, 7:23 PM

Even my son and I are in there!

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Auntie Analogue April 28, 2020, 3:11 PM

Last night I’d intended to get early to bed. Then, for my last look on the intertubes, I clicked up your KA-CHING! thing and addiction was instantaneous. Frikkin’ visual crack you’ve got there!

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Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020

I Return to the Place I was Born

From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.

— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427

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Van der Leun: The Normblog Bio of Your Host“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”