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Villa Pictoral History
Bellingham's undiscovered northern beaches are prime locations for driftwood structures. "The Villa" was one of the most elaborate and had become a destination for many Bellingham beach explorers until the folks from the Cliffside neighborhood chainsawed everything resembling art on the beach. Peace through destruction, not.

Photography by Scot Ranney
Pictures of the Bellingham area and more. Beautiful, intersting, frightening, curious... photographs of Bellingham beaches, scenery, art, Chuckanut area, Mt. Baker Ski Area, and more.

Things That Scot Writes
When the time comes to scribble, Scot can be a serious writer, however with proper precautions it will never happen. The writings located herin are a testament to interesting word usements without being serious.

Learn Jazz Piano: Free jazz piano lessons and information on Scot's site devoted to the art of jazz piano. Extensive forums, lessons, and downloadable files offer more jazz piano resources than a person could use in a lifetime.
 
Thyme for Sage Advice: herb growing tips and how to avoid common problems while growing herbs such as basil, oregano, thyme, saphron, and others.


Old Tyrinth stuff:
Area 52Aspen Photos (plus others)
Gateway to Reality BBS (historical)
Greene Point
Mushy Joe: 12
Lewis Carrol's, The Hunting of the Snark

Fit IV

The Hunting

The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow.
"If only you'd spoken before!
It's excessively awkward to mention it now,
With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!

"We should all of us grieve, as you well may believe,
If you never were met with again--
But surely, my man, when the voyage began,
You might have suggested it then?

"It's excessively awkward to mention it now--
As I think I've already remarked."
And the man they called "Hi!" replied, with a sigh,
"I informed you the day we embarked.

"You may charge me with murder--or want of sense--
(We are all of us weak at times):
But the slightest approach to a false pretense
Was never among my crimes!

"I said it in Hebrew--I said it in Dutch--
I said it in German and Greek:
But I wholly forgot (and it vexes me much)
That English is what you speak!"

"'Tis a pitiful tale," said the Bellman, whose face
Had grown longer at every word:
"But, now that you've stated the whole of your case,
More debate would be simply absurd.

"The rest of my speech" (he explained to his men)
"You shall hear when I've leisure to speak it.
But the Snark is at hand, let me tell you again!
'Tis your glorious duty to seek it!

"To seek it with thimbles, to seek it with care;
To pursue it with forks and hope;
To threaten its life with a railway-share;
To charm it with smiles and soap!

"For the Snark's a peculiar creature, that won't
Be caught in a commonplace way.
Do all that you know, and try all that you don't:
Not a chance must be wasted to-day!

"For England expects--I forbear to proceed:
'Tis a maxim tremendous, but trite:
And you'd best be unpacking the things that you need
To rig yourselves out for the fight."

Then the Banker endorsed a blank check (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes.
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair,
And shook the dust out of his coats.

The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade--
Each working the grindstone in turn:
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
No interest in the concern:

Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
And vainly proceeded to cite
A number of cases, in which making laces
Had been proved an infringement of right.

The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned
A novel arrangement of bows:
While the Billiard-marker with quivering hand
Was chalking the tip of his nose.

But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himself fine,
With yellow kid gloves and a ruff--
Said he felt it exactly like going to dine,
Which the Bellman declared was all "stuff."

"Introduce me, now there's a good fellow," he said,
"If we happen to meet it together!"
And the Bellman, sagaciously nodding his head,
Said "That must depend on the weather."

The Beaver went simply galumphing about,
At seeing the Butcher so shy:
And even the Baker, though stupid and stout,
Made an effort to wink with one eye.

"Be a man!" said the Bellman in wrath, as he heard
The Butcher beginning to sob.
"Should we meet with a Jubjub, that desperate bird,
We shall need all our strength for the job!"

Chapter 5

patron: "Hey, let's have some JAZZ music!"
sax: "What kind of fish does he want?"
drums: "Give him some tea. He wants tea."
bass: "How about we phase him and THEN take the oreos?"
piano: "I heard about that tea."
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