Facebook SUCKS
Netflix SUCKS
Google really SUCKS
Collectively (literally) known as the FANG stocks these modern day wastes of time suck untold hours of productivity from the world at large. Once the mainframe was combined with both the television and the telephone labor saving became one with time wasting. The little old biddy on the party line joined the blank stared vidiots tuned into MTV to totally overwhelm and overcome any and all time saved by the ever increasing computational power of the mainframe.

Today that mainframe has become the cloud. Quite the funny name for a data warehouse on the ground. “Our data is stored on the cloud” should read “Our data is stored in the fog.” Even more fitting as the fog better describes how most conceive of this alleged cloud. Mysterious as clouds can be what else besides data is lurking just out of sight in these beginning wisps of darkness, this seed stock of night. One must beware ……. of Beasts with claws, murderous eyes, and FANGs.

Then, there.


Noble Barns

The classic Iowa barns. Mostly post and beam construction. Sounds like an avatar for an internet business. Write a post or however you catch the moment and beam it out over the internet. Or maybe just barely under it. One wouldn’t necessarily want to get caught in the spotlight when the wrong search engine fires up and starts spinning around. It’s best to be out of phase when the all seeing eye of Google scans by. To be oriented correctly to slip through the openings of the dragnet when those on high come dredging by. To have a little hyssop on the lentil to belie that passing over angel of death. That beam above the posts that frame the threshold out of hearth and home.

Even if your home is nothing but a hearthless barn. Any shelter from the wind and rain. Or snow. I started this post to talk about the barn. Not any particular barn but the concept of the barn. Basically a barley urn, according to Webster’s New Universal Unabridged Dictionary circa 1972. A place to store barley. Maybe initially but by the time I came along they were used to store about anything. I’d say horses but the horses were gone. The horse barns weren’t gone yet though. Neither were the cows, hogs, hay, straw, oats, and machinery. Today the machinery and hay is about all I use the barns for. They are worth their weight in rust as a place to keep my old paintless equipment in, bull or no bull.

I haven’t seen a new barn built since I helped build one down in Texas one hot summer years (and years) ago. Unless you count the imitation barn that was put up to be called a corn crib in town a few years ago. It’s used as a gas station office and a Dominoes pizza place. And this dominoes doesn’t deliver. The same guy built a house to look like a barn a few years before that. But a new barn shaped like a barn to be used to store stuff in I haven’t seen built since that one in Texas back in the early 1980’s. Granted that Texas barn was on an acreage not a farm. And it was going to store video game and vending machines instead of barley. But it was built like a real barn with a fancy hip roof and everything.

I can remember back when we were kids the barn becoming a spaceship on long rainy days. We would climb all the way to the top of the hay. Then climb the ladder on the end of the barn all the way to the top window up under the peak on the gable end. We would stand side by side on the 2×6 ledge below the window and take turns looking out the window into the falling rain. We thought the rain looked like the stars that used to stream by on Star Trek. So our imaginations would conjure up a space based reality we could run with all day. It beat the usual pastime of jumping off the hay bales into a pile of loose hay at the bottom. It also beat the work we usually had to do in that very same barn.

Back then we grew to like rainy days. Out in one of our classic Iowa barns


red barn : Old Barn       red barn : The towering peak of the roof of an historic old German style Bank Barn.




Today I tried to find Cocreator’s New Blog by searching for The Stay At Gone Mom on Duck Duck Go and eventually had to give up scrolling when the site ran out of scroll to search. No one else seems to be using the phrase so I guess it’s still mine. They suggested trying a lot of other maybe more popular search engines like Yahoo and Google to continue searching. I hit Google and after ten to twelve pages I gave up clicking on new ones. I tried again using a few other of my recurring tag words and had no positive result. Even after I linked it in the search to Cocreator’s New Blog. I retyped only Cocreator’s  New Blog and it popped right out at number one. Beings as it was my first try on Google that surprised me. Right there on top. Already with the tag “Cocreator Ten” attached. How could that be? Had I already been Googled?

Pasture’s have been sprayed. With liquid nitrogen and brush control. Thistle control, etc. If it rains tomorrow like the weathermen er, a, weather forecasters have predictated then the nitrogen will be washed off the grass and into the root zone. As it should be. Of course it always could go around us. It wouldn’t be the first time. It damn sure wouldn’t be the last. If Buffet’s yard didn’t need the rain the Omaha/Council Bluffs area would never get a rain. Good thing ol scrooge is too tight to water his lawn.

Take what we can get when we can get it I guess. We’ll have to take what we can get. That’s the way it goes with reign.