Life in Lynch Lair at Wildcat Station

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Enough into 4 digits to consider new wheels?

[Drunk Monk]

Super major bummer.

[Greg]

No to the new car. It's all better. My mother made the mistake of saying she would pay before she knew the extent of the damage. She was also in the ER so I couldn't confirm. But she okayed it when she got home.

She was in the ER because she couldn't breathe. The doctors determined the cause was she stopped taking one of her medications.

[Drunk Monk]

You're having quite the weekend, bro. 

Hope you make it back to the Lair intact.

[Greg]

Currently ensconced on the couch.

[Drunk Monk]

Good for you. I see a nice nap in your future.

[Greg]

Hallelujah! I think the temperature has finally cracked. This summer there have been at least 61 days of triple digit temperatures. It was almost a record.

But last night, we could turn off the AC and sleep with the windows open. It was all very pleasant. We probably aren't done with the hot weather. But we can see it from here. Still got a lot of fire season left as well.

[Greg]

Just learned that Oakhurst has a Didgeridoo Store. And that's all they sell. I wonder how they decided this is the market for that musical instrument?

[Drunk Monk]

I already got 3 didges. Don’t need no more here.

[thatguy]

Did someone say Didgeridoo?



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[King Bob]

In Humboldt there's a guy that makes Shakuhachis, but he does online orders.

I've thought about getting one but never have. It would sort of be an addition to the breath work I've been doing.

Our friend's father makes them by heat bending pvc pipes. And he taught himself to circular breathe so he can get the continuous sound. At the end of their wedding reception when only a few of us were left he played it. i admit that Christina and i encouraged him.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Did someone say Didgeridoo?



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I say "didgeri-don't-even-start"

[Drunk Monk]

Did someone say Didgeridoo?



--tg

I say "didgeri-don't-even-start"

I say "tg FTW!"

My three didges - #1 is a lathed wood tube that Stephen Kent (a didge master) sold me after I took his workshop. #2 is a Cali made one from a hardened yucca stalk. It's fragile and I don't remember where I got it. #3 is an authentic Aborigine digeridoo that was gifted to me by one of my Kung Fu students. He immigrated to Australia after meeting his wife there and had brought it back from one of his prior trips. He knew I was into didge and figured it was pointless to take it back to Oz. 

I used to be able to circle breath. I could almost hide my breath but never got to the point where I could play a cohesive solo. I could play in a circle if others hide my gasps. Back when I worked at WLE and lived across the street, I would go play in the middle of the night, blowing didge into that yin yang that was in the middle of the main training hall floor. The echo and sustenance of that space was incredible - smooth cement floor and walls. 

My Oz didge rest by my bedside in the corner. I played it for Yuki (he did not like it) and was reminded how I can't circle breathe anymore and how I should practice it. Stacy plays piano, guitar and recorder and keeps trying to get me to learn an instrument. I tell her I can't even play didge. This discussion has been going on for over a quarter century now.

[Greg]

Does it look like the Beatles are confusing the Didgeridoos with bongs?

[Drunk Monk]

No carbs on a didge