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As you would have seen had you visited this much this year, not much has been happening here.

Thus I am passing admin control to storm trope. storm is appropriately named. She is very dynamic. Tropes are figures of speech. Some example tropes are metaphors, metonyms, and one illustrated by one of the few good movies made recently and which carries the trope type as movie title is Synechdoche. So storm gets her last name from one who uses figures of speech she is definitely a master of rhetoric.

I want to say this before signing off. “This” being what follows for the remainder of this post.

Cayucan.com was — as were all the sites I have created — created in a constructive attitude. We envisioned from the beginning an even safer community for what we thought at the time was an already safe community.

I anticipated the support that would encourage the kind of web based cultural and community neighborhood watch we imagined.

This, for one thing, would have augmented our meager watch base of community members with the technology that would somewhat make up for the distant to nil law enforcement presence except during “Independence” Day celebrations.

We imagined a somewhat community based love for the independent dwelling configurations represented in Cayucos. We were so enamored with this idea we thought the site would surely sprout great pics of “Cayucos Novel Homes and Architectures.”

One of the reasons I pass on the admin of this site is also one of the reasons I wish it to continue.

Experiences in my life and in my community altered the possibility of my ever again existing contentedly in Cayucos with a satisfaction as to the safety of my family and pets.

Please welcome storm trope to Cayucan.com

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I know we have not posted in a while but,

cayucan dot com is still alive

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Next two Sundays, say 1-5pm, (March 1,8) we will have a book fair in the driveway.

You are invited to come check it out.

I suggest you go through the category audio files first to see if I have something you want
You can also buy online.
The entire book page is linked to by clicking this sentence.

If you have a musical instrument or a voice and some music or poetry
to deliver on the deck above the books that could get you a free book.
(You can solo or jam, baby).

OTOH, if you would just like to stop by and say hello/goodbye,
you are very welcome.

three three two four Shearer Avenue South Cayucos 93430
nine nine five three six seven four

The following instruments are for sale. You can go to craigslist.org san luis obispo, for sale, musical instruments or you can show interest by commenting on this post.

To comment on this post, you will be asked to enter a user name and your email address and I will get back to you regarding the consummation of a transaction.

Links to pics are included in the respective descriptions below.

ALTO SAX - Vito serial number 710575. $100
Good shape, beautiful natural tarnish in its original case.
transformercator.com/sax

VIOLIN - Antonius Strings VN-150 - $90
transformercator.com/violin

A little later the writer side of me will edit this post to include another instrument, a baritone recorder, and how I came to acquire these instruments.

jack luna MOTH

Everymanjack is scanning the Estero Bay for whales. Whale watching season begins 12/25 on the Cali central coast where lies the Estero Bay in which nap the in-transit whales who, instinctively, (due to the well traveled whale highway) still keep a lookout for time warped Chumash natives coming and going on their Cayucoses –rafts– between their islands and the little town of Cayucos which, for the time warped, does not yet exist.

Those ashore send good vibes to the Chumash sailors. These good vibes are responsible for the very low number of cayucos-whale collisions. This seems to work. A cayucos-whale collision has not been observed for so long that no one can actually recall the last collision.

Some hold the theory that, due to the low statistics and ostensibly poor memories of those ashore, no cayucos-whale collision has ever actually occurred.

Your mission, dear reader, is to send some good vibes across the Estero Bay wishing the whales and cayucoses “bon voyage.” Just in case.

irony or rarity or good engineering is that history established as the name Chumash a hebrew word that means ‘one fifth.’ But, I think it is becoming a two fifth-ted town.

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Comment on any article, especially this one and mention you want to earn some extra money. The comment will not go public but gets detoured to me and I will get back to you immediately.

Want to put up your own works on the mall? Let us Know!

We have blogged ourselves silly this year. We intended to deliver far more books. We didn’t intend to get caught up in the election, but we did. As a result we have produced dozens of blog articles. I think many of these represent some of the most informative, analytical, well written material on the web.

It is true that much of our blog effort was double edged. Hey, I am a double gemini. A lot of that blog effort provided supplement and exploratory thought that contributes to the number of books we wanted to write and publish this year anyway.

So now we turn our attention to filling the cybereal bookshelves of The Sees The Day Mall. We have pulled a lot of the old stuff off the shelves and in the coming days you will see many products appearing there. Not to worry! In plenty of time for you purchase the downloadable immediately products and pop the download numbers into cards that announce your holiday gifts.

Keep in mind it is never (until that deadline morning) too late to give.

So keep your eye on the mall and our separate show window.

The Sees The Day Mall

We are storing new reviews here.

Happiest of Holidays. Hope you like our Holiday album — Christmas in Cayucos putting new life into holiday sound.

–jack luna MOTH

I am charmed by this place that is lapped by Estero Bay and protected by the Los Padres mountains. But, to be honest, I have been charmed before. I have lived for long periods in a number of countries and in a large number of countries within the country where I was born that continues to renew my passport.

Somewhere along the way I began to write “night before christmas” poems. I never surmised or dreamed that at some point those poems would share residence under the same ISBN.

But, they did. Some seasons got more than one poem. All vied for a place. For sure, as Californians quite often were heard to say in decades past, I never concentrated on giving the poems the professional treatment that Dr. Seus gave to Oh, the Places You Will Go or Shel Silverstein gave to Falling Up but they soaked up some of those two artist’s talent somehow.

I used the poems to provide content for the first book I published. The purpose was to learn something about how to publish books by publishing a book.

The first publication presented the book in two copies, one copy to be kept by the owner, the other copy comprising a set of greeting cards each with a different one of the poems. The owner’s copy had a place reserved on the back of each page for the owner to record to whom the greeting card copy went and thoughts on that.

The book was published as a chap book / audio book version. Other publications of the book varied the theme.

Two main targets without original design comprise a distinguishable audience. As it happens, those two groups reflect the less than strict dichotomy of my heart — kids and pilots with the sometimes unavoidable sometime crossover.

Although none of these tales are ones I would not let my five year son read or hear me tell, I have split the poems into the two groups, or three groups really, kids, pilots, lovers.

My five year old son who has been my five year old son for 32 years is in fact the dying star of the first poem in the collection.

If you have ever heard a really good revival tent evangelist or if you have ever heard Mario Cuomo, then you have some idea of the burning need for creativity that I bring to this book which when written I never even intended to be a book. I like to please myself with the thought that adults and children who get captivated by the magic of Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein will enjoy my work.

Yes, it is apparently and externally as silly as any group of ‘nights before Christmas’ poems can be. But, it is more.

I think it is so much more that if you do not agree, I will try to win you over with another book for free.

I hope you can take time from your busy Holiday activities to assess the way I sometimes seem to waste my time. Put the audio on and lie down on the floor with one or more kids and mates and pillows. I would really be pleased to have you experience its constructive, humorous, and adventurous walking of the plank of your heart.

Here, kick back and let me take on a little journey with a sample.

 

 Kissin Koessen: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

You can click the pic below to go to the Sees The Day Mall. It is a hop skip and jump to the next disk on this very same web server.

I just got an email from someone whom I admire immensely. He did not say much. He, wiser than I, and less fool hardy referred the reader to an NYT article by Nich. Kristof.

If you have read me a while you know I do not follow the standard journalism format. An exciting thing up front to hook you, bleed out a little more info, carefully stringing you along until you get to the end and find the trip was not worth the gas or maybe it was but, maybe last year or, but, you just wanted to hike the trail along the creek and see what nature delivered.

In spite of the first paragraph I ask you to turn off all the other scat in your life and hang with me a few minutes. If you cannot do it now, take a piece of magic chalk and write across the top right corner of your screen “GET BACK TO JACK.” I can live with that.

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