My old pal Stillclock connected me with my new pal, Michael, master electrician, who drove down from freaking Michigan to wire our house.

Here he is doing his thing-



People continue to amaze me with their kindness and generosity.

Thank you, everyone, for without you, this wouldn’t have been possible.

Two Rare Birds

Hey there, everyone. Thank YOU all! You’re the best! And with your help, our house is becoming a reality. Thank you so much, your generosity gives Canceman, Sharon and Sophia a ton more security and frees up money so that maybe, maybe, maybe, we’ll be able to pay our own med bills without having to ask mom again this year, which at 54 years old, well, Cancerman sez, “you sure we really need that weed, percocet and chemo? Sheeeeeeit! We do, don’t we? I do anyway.” Tangent over. Thank YOU everyone! You’re helping me shelter these two and your willingness to do so touches me deeply. Thank you.


The day after the trailer came.

After a week of work, moving the trailer, rounding up materials and organizing them, leveling the trailer and installing the nailer around the perimeter, insulation and subfloor-

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At the end of the day today, this fourth wall was completed, tacked into place, and the whole building trued, plumb, straight n square. Some serious planning from Mark, Mike, and Josh made this fitment come together as close to perfect as I’ve ever seen any structure go up. Well done, all!


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Jasper, 9, this year, he demanded his own pair of readers to suit his need to examine the plan measurements closely (tiny print).



Tomorrow, securing the walls in place, in square in all relevant planes, and nailing down them Simpson strong ties, I been trying to make friends with them all week. Yikes. But. I got a plan!

Sheath that front wall, and get rolling on the loft, that’s the plan for tomorrow. Salute us, for we are about to rock!

A Wall

Thank you everyone!

Today, a wall went up. These kids constructed the wall and then fit it into place.


Somebody asked me, a few months ago, “Are you sure you want to have a bunch of high school kids build your house?” implying perhaps that the kids wouldn’t be up to the job. And I said, “Hmm, maybe, you don’t know _these_ kids.” Ta-da!

Thanks everyone, especially our student volunteers. You people are the best!

Tiny House Building has Begun

Thank you, everyone, without you, this wouldn’t have been possible.

The trailer came 2 weeks ago.

We had to move it once to get to the build site. This proved somewhat tricky since the driveway was a little steep. But with Jim and Tracy and Todd and a nice passerby guy helping, we got the thing in and back out of storage and to the build site.

Yesterday I took the day off. And the build started without me. Just as I planned, since I thought I’d surely be dead by now. But somehow, I’m still alive! Anyhow, After Sunday’s work moving the trailer and lining up several last minute details and shopping trips at Home Depot (who gave us a _pro_ deal, thank you, Home Depot!), and tool gathering and whole bunch of other stuff, I was too beat to show up for opening day yesterday. Physically, it was the right call, but mentally, I think it was tough on me and the team. They spent the day sorting and moving lumber and other materials and prepping the trailer. The team did a great job getting the build started. I spent the day in bed.

Today, I finally made it to the build site almost an hour late. Tomorrow, I must be early. I don’t know how that will be possible. I started eating a cycle of chemo today. No idea what chemo will be like this time when I’m working at something involving labor for the first time in more than 2 years, since I’ve been sick. I hope that I can still walk at the end of the week.

The storage pod came. Interesting device to get it off the back of the truck into place-


Wish us luck. It’s really happening. Photos soon. Many were shot today, but none by me.

We installed insulation-



And at the end of the day, we had the deck nailed down over the fluff, ready to start building UP^.


Thank you, everyone, without you, this wouldn’t have been possible.


Hi Everyone,

Thank you all for helping me along. Dina, thank you for pointing out the fact that I ought to update about the tiny house project.

First of all, Indiegogo transferred your donations to my bank account. Thank you all. I am humbled and astonished by your generosity. You raised about 22 thousand bucks. I bought the trailer from Tumbleweed sometime during the weeks that followed the payout and have placed the remaining funds by way of savings account.

I am now in contact with Tumbleweed to establish a delivery date and delivery address. A friend has offered her driveway as a temporary parking spot and initial foundation construction location. I hope to take delivery of the trailer and put the subfloor, insulation and foundation framing in place during the last week of May and first week of June.

Mark (THANK YOU, Mark!) is acting as construction crew foreman for the house raising party we have planned for the framing, exterior walls, roofing, windows and doors. This work party is planned for the week of June 8th.

We plan to purchase new materials for portion of the build outlined above (this will probably eat up most of the remaining funds). Beyond these materials, we will be considering only items that add conspicuous delicious outrageous beauty, value and convenience to the house. Thusly, we do not yet know what we will need beyond this small plan, only that these needs will be minimal and will be met by inexpensive elegant solutions.

Here’s an example of something like that, a painting we bought from STL painter, Scott Smith, specifically for the tiny house. The painting is about the size of a paperback book:



Thank you, everyone! You guys are awesome! Please do continue to read on for further updates.


Health- I am deep in the chemo hole. Today the sun seems directly overhead, a nice change. Blood marker seems normal as of last reading, no further testing planned until next month. Everything hurts and everything seems to take way too much time and energy. Welcome to my world. :-) I’m going to go play fetch with the dog now. Bye!

Never Too Rich

You can never be too rich or too thin, right? That’s what they say, I think.

unFitness For Life (tm), The Body By Cancer Program

unFitness For Life ™, The Body By Cancer Program

Just imagine, you do no exercise. Zero minutes per day. In the photo above, which I shot two days ago, I’ve done not a single crunch or chin-up or sit-up or other focussed exercise in over a decade. Simplest weight loss plan ever. ANYONE can follow this program! You too can have six pack abs.

All you gotta do is catch cancer, take chemo and not have access to weed.

Weed is expensive, it sucks having to ask friends to commit crimes for me, dealers tend to be somewhat sketchy, cops tend to bust you for smoking weed, moms are afraid of you, and it’s not a panacea since well, as long as you’re using it to eat, hitting that bong 24/7 that is, you’re gonna be HIGH 24/7, and that makes doing stuff like driving, talking rationally, reading, etc… pretty much impossible. (On the other hand, Bevis and Butthead becomes awesomely entertaining, so there is that.) And weed fucks with messes up your sleep patterns and memory and cognitive function. Stoned all the time, yep, it’z living the dream, in dreamland.

I’m down from my normal 155 to 139 at last weigh in. That’s 5 months of losses in a row. At about 90 pounds, I think I can pretty much count on dying from some organ failure or other, so at this rate of loss, I’ve got about a year, assuming cancer or chemo doesn’t kill me first.

You can never be too skinny or too rich, right?

I been stripping a guitar.


Well, sorta before, the other side looks like this

Krispy! You might even say on fire. :-)

and after sufficient burning had happened, we used an angle groined dr fit wit a 150 grit pad. Which made easy work of the black burn up bits and even ripped a tummy cut by eye and thumb alone….good, good to able to work an hour here and there. Then Poof! A guitar,a badass guitar.


Boho Blue over Pearl. One thick coat of pearl withone medium coat of Natueal Crackle.  And then a coat of Boho Blue on top,I hope the Pearl looks real pretty thru them cracks, dig?


Can’t hurt to hang with the king….


Scrambling get nots -worked out & we rocked the houex … Goodtoimessayyessirbo b

Then, oen mic at Shameless  Grounds coffee shop-anne cranks up!

Which makes Todd happy. Me too.


& sso y,ou knww wwe rcked that house  og nnudies &&  ccaffiene.. MMMmm.

AAnd then hom e to more wwaiting for crackjle to dry & then it’ss bblue  and cracks and tung oil and iin a little wti/e aa realttalhginiish.. AAnd EMGS  I’m looking forward to pplaying this thin, SSuieer Vintage Modified Mustang, well, for sure oddeed non.   


Next up, Crackle, then blue!!!!!!

  LLasct bshot, Jigsaw diy-ed expansion of slots to fit EMG’s. Tomorrow chiseling the body to accomodate the biggier pickups, battery, box, and an extra volume knob. Sure hope Jon knowws how to wire this fucing thing……

And a few more photos now that I’ve got most of the blue on. Another 15 minutuets and I’m gonno brush the rests and crash out. Tomorrow chiselling.


Sweet! I always wanted to hit a guitar with a hammer. SSquier VM’s, what they’re for, right?-)

Rock n Roll

That is, it’s all rock n roll to me. Good enough to rock, you know, whatevs, . .   . .   . uh, maybe?


Enjoy. I hope, since Anne, Todd & Sal (me) have worked pretty hard for about two months, in addition to nursing kids and kancer, we’ve been learning to rock out together, write together (these are all improv tunes to one degree or noe other) and say yes to everything that we make conversation about during the course of our performance. Here’s what we got so far (please notice the dramatic improvement in recording quality February vs March), hah! It’s all good enough for rock n roll.

For you gear heads out there, that’s an acoustic Sonor Martini drum kit with Wuhan cymbals, a 7 string LTD tuned BBEADF#B, which allows low harmonic intervals that can’t otherwise be played easily. Anne’s vocals are running into my guitar chain (AMT wah, tiny TC Poly, Nano Metal Muff, El Cap, Rc-3, joyo power on a slab of diy-ed lucite) via the RC-3 looper’s aux port with an impedance converter in the line (it works ok). One Blue Snowball running into Garageband on Female R&B Vocal, the mic set close to my blue tube amp and pointed back at Todd’s kit gave us a nice balanced mix with a wee bleed from my other amp which has reverb to put a kinky echo on Anne’s voice from time to time.

Man! a second effort, completely live, no second tracking, no cutting or post of any sort, I’m digging it. Thank you Anne and Todd for helping me make this happen:

Lines / Colors, #1


The Orchids Bloom

Sharon gives me orchids. From time to time, they bloom, as now

I find them quite beautiful.

Outside, snow falls on the sycamores, and I must change plans for the day.

The sangha meets today, and I will miss them. This results from my choice of vehicle, a bike instead of a sleigh. But then

I notice my guitar and delay, a step backwards from the Timeline I’ve been running for the last two years.

the old El Capistan limits me in a way that forces tension into the music. And I love that.

later in the week, Thursday:

I think about what’s been up for the last several days and why I cannot seem to finish the message above. I have had a lot to do: grocery shopping, doctors visits, yoga, showering, dog walking, laundry, dishes, cooking, some other overhead, nail clipping, etc and quite a bit I don’t recall. My memories of the last several days seems somewhat ambiguous, blurry perhaps, maybe unclear; I am unsure. Should I invest in one of those Hero cameras? This way I might capture more time.


I re-read and notice, there’s so many instances of judgement made in just a few sentences, and those judgements limit the way I view the world. They also drain the magic out every moment because they suppose that I already know everything, yet I know almost nothing about anything. Still, I cannot see this lack for all my knowing.

I am lucky to have flowers and music in my life, that’s for sure. But I notice so much more joy around me when I am less descriminating and more open minded. This is why I have an inexpensive guitar. It’s leaves room for me where there would be not so much, if I’d paid more for it. It’s like a tattoo; I wouldn’t have them if they didn’t hurt. Where is the sweet spot; can’t I just be close and let it alone from there?

The scarlet spots and yellow clash with the purple. I hadn’t noticed that until now. The colors are perfect that way, for how else could they be?