Tribute to Greta Thunberg

Everyone on this planet should have a deep sense of gratitude to Greta Thunberg. What a remarkable young lady who mobilized the world for climate change with a humble determination and truly brilliant strategy.

Everyone who has destroyed this planet for their own self gain should be very afraid, this is your worst nightmare the masses are in motion, led by an individual equally to Gandhi.


Words and Beliefs

Words words words echo in the wind

Then Bounce back again and again.

Beliefs are words lodged in the dangerous convictions of mind wrecking havoc on human behavior creating atrocities that pull the thread of humanity out of the fabric of being.

Such is the way of the mystical winds that scatter the once was of us.

Shattering the confines of space.

“There is a knowing,

it is not conveyed through words so it’s not perceived by mind.

A whisper, a hint of suggestion flows through a receptive heart

and the knowing is known with no explanation needed.

It’s the coming together of that which perceives and doesn’t need to know,

and that which knows and doesn’t need to perceive.

When that happen

mouthfuls are spoken through silence.”  -mcaimbeul


iPAD PRO 10.5 Tablet-Built with the potential to self destruct.

Every now and then I will use this blog to review the self-professed technological wonders that companies are producing.

Today APPLE wins the Bongdoogle Award for producing a very expensive tablet, that when IT deems you’re a thief trying to break into your own device by not getting the pass code right a few times (or even when you do) it disables itself…Permently. That’s right, a $779.00 dollar device that says “You can’t play with me anymore.” Actually it say, “iPad disabled Connect to i-Tunes.”

Not a problem, I spent $99.00 for Apple Care- Priority phone support. Which means you only have to listen to bad rap music for 15 to 20 minutes until you get a technician that knows less about the product than you do. But hey, it’s 10:30 p.m. EST and the trainees want to go home at 11 p.m. I call back the next day…three times. By now I know the words to ‘It’s 11:30 and I just want to love you.”

After trying Everything recommended for “Security Lock-out” to no avail I packed the thing up and I’m returning it under the 14 day, “If you’re not thrilled return for a refund.” Google’s Android and Microsoft’s windows give you workable options to resolve shut down issues via the device. They don’t send you to a host of websites where you have to log in to each one even though you’re already logged in to your Apple account. After signing in to iTunes, iCloud and spending hours to find the right links for a restore and wasting 2.8 GB of data and 3 hours of down load time, the process ended in “Restore failed.”

When I mentioned this to a few people, several said they had the same problem with their iPhones and tablets, with the exact restore fix results. As a retired engineer this sounds like another Apple software defect that they refuse to acknowledge, they’re notorious for this, remember the antenna issue on the iPhone?

A multi-billion dollar company that couldn’t care less that they’ve produced a very expensive product that can self-destruct under the guise of “Security for your protection” and leave you with a $800.00 paper weight.

When will this ridiculous Apple infatuation end?

When will we demand that technology companies quit selling their products before they are ready and leave it to the consumer to do their quality control for them while they become some of the wealthiest corporations the world has ever seen.

I realise there are millions of happy iPad and iPhone users but to produce a product that has the potential to rip off even just a few people is unacceptable.

I’ll stay with my $130.00 Kindle Fire HD. No pass codes or finger print scanner. You just turn it on a go to work.


Words and Image.

I just received an e-mail from wordpress, I’ve been blogging for nine years. In that period of time I’ve had about six different blogs. Some of you know how it goes. You get enthused about a subject that winds up either running out of steam or it takes a radical turn into something else and you feel compelled to start another blog.

At this point in my life I seem to be finally letting go of taking it too seriously. That began with the nonsensical name ‘bongdoogle.’ It’s completely dysunctional because it’s nondescript but that’s what I liked about it. It was fun to say and lacked meaning.

Then I fell into my old trap of academic philosophy which is okay but there are a lot better scholars and writers out there than me. So I started doing sub-par cartoons, the humor was there but the drawings were tedious and terrible. No fun.

I also found myself becoming tired of using words, I’d rather read someone else. So I let this blog wander like an untethered camel, and enjoy the freedom to express myself through words and a variety of image styles.

In my old age I’m no longer seeking a rhyme to the reason, I’m spending my time frolicking in spontaneous whimsy.

panhandling an alien


Bender Wall Banger

43 years ago when I was 25 and still a hippie artist, I lived in an old chicken coop that I converted with scrap wood and old windows into a 1200 square foot studio.

I painted in oils and carved stone.

Sometimes someone walks into your life and transforms you with one simple statement, Bender Wall Banger did just that.

As I’ve posted in the past I grew up on the streets without family, something that I now consider a gift that made me who I am. But back then I was uptight, depressed and angry, and most of my paintings reflected that mood. Dark colors, overly serious depressing subject matter. When people who had a normal middle class upbringing would comment on the dark colors and subject matter I ignored them, what did they know about life on the under belli of the beast.

Then I met Bender.

Bender had moved down from San Francisco to escape the tenderloin ghetto and try to clean-up her life in a Santa Cruz mountain cabin. She had lived on the streets since she was 13, she was an alcoholic, a junky and made her living as a hooker. A mutual friend (Diane) asked if I’d help her move.

When she came to my studio and looked at my paintings she asked why everything was so grim. I was floored. This ladies life had been even grimmer than mine, I couldn’t fall back on the old “What do you know about grim?” She forced me to see that while my life was currently very good I was stuck in the ghetto frame of mind. While I was standing in the light I hadn’t left the darkness.

The next day I built a 7 foot sculpture out of scrap wood. A colorful circus ring master with a big smile and his arms in the air. I put it by my front door and joined the circus of lightness.

My paintings became colorful humorous cartoons, in a mystical instant I left the grime behind.

A few months past and Diane stopped by and commented on the radical change in my work. I told her it was Bender’s questioning my grimness, if she could see the light there was no excuse for me not seeing it. I told Diane how Bender changed my life and would she tell her that I’d never forget it. She then informed me that Bender had shot and killed herself.

Sometimes you never get to verbally thank the people who have influenced you the most, but you can do it through actions. So I’m still painting colorful cartoons and every one of them says “Thanks, I’ll never forget you.”







Bright Blessings Bender and may we Merry Meet again.


A fear gripped world.


Fear can grip us and hold on.

Clinging to us like a bad odor.

Stifling the movement in the motion of being.

An impediment that if not removed by the shrug of experience becomes chiseled in the granite of a heavy soul.

I’ve been swamped by it while snorkeling through the mud of hesitations, that keep me book marked in the dusty pages of time.



Doodling the Decades-the 60’s

The early 60’s began peaceful enough. There was the English Invasion but it came with guitars not guns and their national drink is tea which says a lot. Besides it was only four Beatles, I’ve had apartments with more roaches.

The early and mid 60’s

The Great Transformation began, Hipsters became Hippies.


Which resulted in the pilgrimage to their Mecca West.


Some traveled 1000’s of miles and arrived with flowers in their hair because some guy who wasn’t a hippie wrote a song about them. Why San Francisco was chosen remains a mystery.


The holy sacrament was freely shared, as were other things.


The summer of love was a Zen moment in time when masses of humanity were kind to one another. Love truly prevailed, I was there, it was electrifying. Moments like that don’t come by often or last long. I guess it unbalances the cosmic scale.



By the late 60’s humanity got an itchy finger and pulled the trigger of social chaos. Historically this seems to be a pattern of cosmic winds, even the weather gets involved. “Humankind follows the earth. The earth follows the heavens. The heavens follow the Tao. The Tao follows its own way.”-Lao Tzu.   I believe the why of the way will remain unknown.






Doodling Decades-the 50’s

Humanities transformations take place in the Zen of a time continuum that can’t be known, only seen.

It was a time when kids could run free, it only took one adult in a household to provide a comfortable living, schools were able to actually teach you something, women were treated respectfully based on their gender, politicians kept their personal opinions to themselves and did their job, you could find a file in a filing cabinet in less than a minute, People weren’t politically correct-they were polite and had time to eat and sleep, T.V. was free, you could breathe the air and drink the water, most business transactions could be done with a verbal promise and hand shake, you bought things because they really worked and lasted for years, tramps didn’t ask you for money or food-they asked you for work and the preferred drug was Red Mountain wine or Lucky Lager beer.


Oh it wasn’t all roses, no time is, and some things in life were harder but the living it was easier.