it's true. my waking hours are spent (much to my chagrin and much to the delight of my eight-year-old daughter) listening to and/or watching the donny osmond version of "joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat."
i'm not kidding. really. i'm not.
and, to mr. osmond's credit, he's got a decent showtunes-type voice. but he's still sorta creepy in that "i was a child star" kind of way.
and i think the man actually shaved his chest for the role.
other than that, just your average day here in the twin cities. listened to p-funk-daddy's remix the other night (paul, just pick yourself up off the floor) and i have to say, i enjoyed it more than the original. nice work, p-daddy.
(and no, i've not finished the novel.)
on notes of my own creativity....hmm. none, sadly. started playing bass guitar with an old friend of mine (who is, by far, much more talented than i) and am working with her on lyrics for her piano/guitar stuff, so maybe someday, (this goes esp. to you, pfunk) i'll have stuff you can not get around to listening to. whee!

My day just got a little rosier. First got some nifty tweaks done to the ol' Blog (with the oft-promised fixes and features hopefully on tap to be done by this weekend...) watched a little Fishing With John, did a little lifting, and got me some love. That's right, the word is officially in:

hello, no you didnt mangle secondsminutes in the least... i thoroughly enjoyed your mix and would love to hear what you could do with wrap your arms.. i'll get the source material to you asap...

-andrew(automate)

So look like ol' Joe is gonna get to play around with "wrap your arms around me" (see previous blog entry for ranting and raving about how great a track it is...) and hopefully not kill it. Hopefully I'm also on the way to getting the tech problems taken care of so I'll actually have a working studio again. And did I mention I'm also sporting the elusive 4-day weekend? Awww yeah.

So, to quote Fishing With John "Life is so beautiful. Every breath. Every day of our lives. Ahhhhh, fishing..."
-Joe

Yup, time for a TMBG title line. Good times.

Well, another day, another eternal struggle against the countless forces that would align to pee on us. I hope you brought your umbrella. In all honesty, I've noticed a bit of "downer" thread going in the last couple of posts, so I've decided to put an end to that. At least for now.

So, instead of cursing the technological darkness, I've decided to move on and work on something else until everything is up and running. Not to give too much away, but it's about an Amish man on an extended bus trip. It's not a "comic" piece, although there should be some of that trademark absurdity humor that seems to seep into just about everything I do. Trying to shift gears into doing a longer piece again (not the 2-4 page jobbers I had been doing) but a more standard 10-15 page thing. We'll see if it actually works out that way, but here's hoping.

On website stuff, don't know what exactly is going on or not working anymore. Tweaking is continual and ongoing much like interest accruing. Whee! I'm hoping to get some of the blog issues worked out soon (archives, comments, etc...) so hopefully everything will be up and running soon. Also, on a related note, it looks like we're shredding through bandwidth which is cool (hi everybody!) but also a little unsettling (goodbye money!). In either case, I'm trying to get the Joe Mammy experience more interactive so you all can say what a dork I am, or, you know, whatever.

Anyway, keep the comments coming and remember:
Everyone dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful...

Special They Might Be Giants Only tune list:
End of the Tour- John Henry
Don't Let's Start- They Might Be Giants
Your Mom's Alright- Weird Import-o version of Mink Car
Sleepwalkers- No!
Spiraling Shape- Factory Showroom
Ana Ng- Lincoln
Doctor Worm- Severe Tire Damage
Dig My Grave- Apollo 18
Whirlpool- Why Does the Sun Shine?
Birds Fly- Miscellaneous T
Sensurround- Might Morphin' Power Rangers Sndtrk (yeah, I'm a geek...)
We Want a Rock- Flood

-Joe

It's been one of those days. Nothing is working right--hardware, software, software, software, and life in general seems to be running a little rough. It's a bunch of crap, I say!

To recap: recently upgraded to SONAR 3 and am trying to get the various features to work with little to no success. My MIDI interface still isn't being seen by my OS and I can't even check out the homepage because of some freaky Flash thing.

I've basically spent the last four hours or so trying to tweak/fix/negotiate with more or less every piece of equipment in the little workshop here. I don't mind doing it usually, but usually I'm not met with error upon error upon mysterious software issue. And usually I make some progress. Not tonight.

Oh, and saw Scooby Doo 2 tonight as well. The full review will be on the review section soon, but to sum up: Sarah Michelle Gellar quit Buffy to do stuff like this? It's insane, man. Freaking insane.

So, yeah, I still rule, but it doesn't always rule to be me (remember that, kids...) Hopefully when the site stuff gets settled down a bit I'll hook you all up with a new bit o' fiction and maybe some tuneage. In the meantime you'll just have to settle for this.
And remember: you can't keep a good man down: that's what the concrete is for...
-Joe

First off, continued props to D-Funk: the one and only (and affectionally self-monickered) Platypus Man who continues to rock harder on this site then most folk do in their entire lives. The boy'll surprise me. Anyway, Cecil (or Cyril--I haven't decided yet) our freaky old man mascot guy may be leaving our beloved corner of Mammy-dom for parts unknown. If you have a suggestion for an alternate mascot, I'm all ears. Drop me a line.

Second, looking at the News corner of the lil' site, I see that secondsminutes has been uploaded along with the very rough version of my remix. I wasn't expecting it to be up just yet, but get a quick listen if you're so inclined. I'll let ya'll know when the new version (ie, finished) is up and good to go. In the meantime kick back and mellow.

Third, the NEP site is starting to take form. It may be bouncing around a bit until we get actual page/file names assigned, so I'll list 'em when I'm sure they've found a permanent home. Samples should be forthcoming.

Whew. Busy weekend doing the work thing, but I've got some time, so hopefully more music stuff will be in the works (beyond finishing the remix...) Not sure when lilies of the field will actually be done, but I've got a good idea where I'm going with a lot of the rest of the project thus far, so hopefully a couple more months. I've also been mulling around another writing project which I've tentatively started on. We'll see. The musical process for me is about a polar opposite from writing and switching gears just kinda makes my head hurt.

Anyway, gonna be a busy day and I haven't slept yet--a situation I intend to rectify in about two minutes. As always, give a shout out to say hi or whatever and I'll catch up wit ya lataz...
-Joe

So, here I am, dealing with some stuff:
#1) I'm checking out some other blogs and I realized something--Blog people tend to be megalomaniacal, hipper than thou, or losers who think their idiosyncratic way of looking at the world is charming.

Sad to say, depending on the day I probably would categorize myself in any of the above. Yikes. So, you know, that sucks. Cuz at the end of the day, I'm just some dude who spouts off half-assed bits of pseudo wisdom and soundbyte sarcasm--all at discount prices. Granted, greater careers have been launched with less, but it's still a little unsettling to be able to reduce yourself to a nice, concise and totally derisive label.

#2) I finished a rough draft of the Automate track "secondsminutes" I let Andrew know it was up and good to go and have yet to receive any love. Tis a sad thing, cuz I'm actually pretty happy with it. Granted, it's rough and my very first remix-type project, but it's still pretty sweet. So I was kinda moping around and looking at the Automate website just to, I dunno, pout, I guess. Kicker is I checked out a little track on there called "wrap your arms around me" which pretty much rules.

So, I'm again torn: to be irritated over my little ditty or be totally impressed with this track. It's hard to be moody when there's a track kicking your ass, you know? So, I'm just kinda grooving now and hoping my nods are forthcoming.

Oh, and work sucks. Not that has anything to do with anything, just felt the need to point out that putting time in the metaphorical mines isn't a joyride.

Welp, the pups are getting restless and I'm getting tired. Ramble on later...
-Joe

Bojour my little proletariats.

Well, looks like a couple of the new members of Camp Mammy have set up their tents, which is always nice to see. Been a busy day fer me. Finally got around to doing a little truck work, but ended up just working on the NEP remix of secondsminutes. Actually have a rough mix version done and it's pretty durn cool if I say so myself. Not sure when a final-ish version will be ready, probably no later than next weekend, but we'll see. Watch for it on the NEP site (once everything is worked out and running...)

Fans of the older stuff will notice a big change from the ol' Who Loves Ya? days, but it's sounding pretty neat. Definitely more pop influences than you're probably used to hearing (cool pop, not like Hilary Duff/Mariah Carey/Avril "I'm so punk, eh" Lavigne)

On another note, today is the birthday of Kiera Knightley who is now a whopping 19 years old. Hot chicks who make me feel old, that's just perfect. Alienation and guilt all in one place. I might as well be in Catholic school. Anyway, keep at it...
-Joe

I just set up an aquarium a few weeks ago. You'll need to know that.

My daughter, Micayla, is seven - almost eight. She inherited my family's enhanced emotional sensitivity along with a level of comprehension I'm proud of.
She is a bit more sophisticated than I was at that age. Her mother and I have tried not to shield her from too much. Hopefully, by allowing her to see the world as it is, and explaining things to her to help her understand life from an early age, it will allow her to avoid that crippling naivete that plagued me because of my parent's conservative, harshly religious parenting skills. With luck, she will develop a good sense of humor about life without being as jaded as I am.

Mickey watched her mother give birth.

So...

Last Monday, on national Goof-Off Day(yes, it really exists), She said she wanted to watch the first Austin Powers movie with me.
Do you remember the part right after he goes through the "un-freezing" process, and a military man is going through the inventory of Austin's possessions?

Sergeant - One blue crushed velvet suit.
Austin - Hey, alright!
Sergeant - One frilly lace crevat
Austin - There it is!
Sergeant - One silver medallion - with "male" symbol
Sergeant - One pair of Italian boots
Austin - Bongiourno, boys
Sergeant - One vinyl record - Burt Bacharach Plays His Hits
Austin - Hey, Burt!
Sergeant - One... Swedish-made... penis enlarger... pump

I could tell Mickey was doing her best to not look in my direction during that scene. I'm sure it took her a bit to really get it, but...

So we get to near the end, when they're doing the whole "hide the bits and pieces" bit, and Mickey giggles and says, "he's trying to hide his penis with that thing."

After the movie, I went to the computer room to start recording Fear-Factor, and she follows a few minutes later, after watching the out-takes.

In the hallway is an aquarium vacuum cleaner.

If you have an aquarium, you know the punch-line.

She picks it up, smiles and says, "Daddy, this looks like the thing Austin had in the movie. You know, the penis pump?"

"Why do you have one?"

I chuckled quietly and told her it was for cleaning the rocks at the bottom of a fish tank.

Mickey smirked at me and said, "Yeh."

Yup, it's time for the first official apology here at the Love Blog (Love Blog soon will be making another run/The Love Blog promises something for everyone...) Yesterday was the birthday of one of the few people that falls under the classification of being "The Man" It's list comprised of my personal heroes--even if they're largely unnoticed by the world at large. This collection includes such luminaries as Johnny Cash, Trent Reznor, Mark McGwire, Vincent D'Onofrio, Joss Whedon, et al.
So, here is a belated happy b-day wish to the one, the only R. Lee Ermey. You might remember him from "Full Metal Jacket" or the ridiculous number of voice jobs he's done (including "Invader Zim" awwwww yeaaah...)
So, here's the day late, dollar short Love Blog salute to R. Lee Ermey: kickin' ass and takin' names since you were still crapping yourself watching the Teletubbies.

Rockin' tuneage fer teday...
Aphex Twin- 4
LSU- Double
Automate- secondsminutes
Over the Rhine- Like a Radio/Ain't no sunshine
Ani DiFranco- Untouchable Face
Dylan- Lovesick
Adam Again- Stone
Wes Montgomery- Twisted Blues
Johnny Cash- The Man Comes Around
Eliot Smith- Bled White
Lost Dogs- Ghost Train to Nowhere
John Lurie- Main Titles (African Swim)
Emmylou Harris- Where Will I Be
-Joe

I've quickly realized that, in fact, while my charm and wit are seemingly infinite, my time and imagination tend to peter out on me. As such (and cuz I'm such a sharing guy) you'll see a few new faces here on the lil' blog o' love. I'll let them introduce themselves in their own time, but their e-mail addresses have joined mine (left side, cleverly hidden under the "Contact" heading...)
Say hi.
Say you.
Say me.
Say it for always,
that's the way it should be...
-Joe

nice stuff, this here blog.
paul calls me "kiddo," and i think it's a delight, truly.
no really, i do.
really! i do!
why won't you believe me? what did i ever do to you?
(and so on and so forth).
i will, at some point, have incredibly some interesting, provacative and mind-boggling posts.
but for now......it's blog, it's blog, it's better than bad, it's GOOD!
word out.

'Allo again, my little earwigs.

So, still nothing too cool, but I thought I'd drop a line to ya'll anyway. Hopefully a few new faces will be popping up on the ol' blog soon enough. Anyone who's actually been poking around here (God help you...) in the past couple weeks has seen the rapid and radical evolution the blog has already taken on. I'm all for messing with stuff so things will likely change rapidly around here.

Anyway, opening day is just over a week away and life can begin anew. Tis a happy happy time when the games start again (*wipes a nostalgaic tear away from the corner of my eye*) That and the dogs are now tracking in every but of mud they can find all over the house, and usually, all over my bed. Gotta love this time of year.

In recognition of the changing season I offer a funky link for your general consumption--but not too much, I don't want you spoiling your dinner...

Well kids, another day another dollar for ol' Joe. Got back from work and just spent an inordinate amount of time messing with html code. It's a horrible flashback to when I actually thought I could design pages all by my lonesome.

As far as news, nothing too much. Work is continuing on the remix as I have time. Plan to work on the truck (57 GMC, baby...) some. Maybe a little writing, although I'm trying not to get too distracted from music at the moment. Here's a brief tune list of things I've got playing to tide you over until something actually cool comes about:

Ani DiFranco- This Bouquet
The Cure- A Letter to Elise
Lost Dogs- Dunce Cap
They Might Be Giants- Mammal
Mike Knott- Jan the Weatherman
Gary Jules- Mad World
Dexy's Midnight Runners- Come On Eileen
Fargo Sndtrk- Main Theme
The Prayer Chain- Sun Stoned
Simple Minds- Don't You Forget About Me
Smashing Pumpkins- Soma
Radiohead- No Surprises

-Joe

If I really wanted to see that food again, I wouldn't have swallowed it in the first place. Anyway...
Today's bout with illness is actually a little less severe than has been the case lately (ie, I can stand...) so I've had the chance to a little (accent on little) tweaking with a project that I've been putting off for a while.

On a sudden urge a few months ago I agreed to remix a track for a guy I hadn't heard of before. The group Automate was looking for people to redo a track called secondsminutes. I listened to it and thought it was groovy, so, with a sense of hubris bubbling around in my gut (much like a more literal thing bubbling around today... ugh...) I said I'd take a crack at it. Jump ahead to this weekend when I actually started (sorry, dude...) playing with it. It's coming along and it's fun to toy around with stuff I haven't done before (more fun when... Well, you get the concept of me not being well...). Check out his site and send him some love


Speaking of being sick, the WB has cancelled Angel. Not exactly new news, I realize, but it still sucks. Especially since winners like 7th Heaven and the umpteen kajillion reruns of Elimidate they run here will no doubt be returning for years and years to come. Everything is wrong. Everything is sick. We're all gonna die...

Which is why you should check out the opening chapter to All Things Right and Beautiful on the fiction page, cuz just cuz the world sucks, doesn't mean you shouldn't pretend like it's all okay...
-Joe

-or-
What is Joe listening to tonight? (abridged)

DJ Shadow- Fixed Income
The Beatles- Your Bird Can Sing
77's- The Jig is Up
Moby- Porcelain
Nine Inch Nails- Just Like You Imagined
Public Enemy- Fight the Power
Tricky- Excess
Aleixa- Rain in the Air
Bjork- Hyperballad
Cush- Starry Starry Seas
Dylan- Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You
the NEP- Second First (gratuitous plug... whee!)
Mike Knott- Cool

-Joe

Okay, I'm not an exceptionally bitter dude. I've had my issues in the past with various people and situations, but I've learned to laugh at them and myself. Falling into the "laughing at" category is the very first entry in the "We're not interested in your sorry little novel" contest that probably will be running a while until I find someone willing to stoop... errrr, take a chance on "All Things..." This wouldn't be so bad, but, as a veteran of rejection letters I've come to expect a certain level of professionalism and even style when it comes to being shot down. Either your standard "We're not interested, but we think you're probably very nice as a person" kind of form letter or the more elaborate "We type your name into a merge option and cough up your very own personalized letter of disinterest." In either case, you expect some letterhead and something written and appropriately spaced text to make it look like someone took a couple minutes to at least design their mass "piss off" memo. What I got in this case was something that looked like it had been copied at the local Kwiki-Mart between hitting on the cashier and refilling their Icee that had been thrown together by someone's kid. In other words, just kinda dumpy. So, I've chosen to share this little bit of history and joy with you. It can only go up from here, right?
-Joe

Yet another lil' gem from back in the day... and you thought no one was thinking about you...
-Joe

P.S. "Dinnertime" the auspicious opening chapter of the soon-to-be-mentioned "All Things Right and Beautiful" will be available soon for your reading pleasure. Check the fiction section for further updates/details...

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about 2:45 in the morning…

Okay, so I lied, the website still isn’t up, but I’m being a good little webmonkey and writing stuff for y’all to read once it gets up and running, just to prove I do care about each every one of you (even the ones of you who are here just because you thought you were going to a porn site…).

I suppose I should be doing something a little more constructive. Besides, they’re reshowing the Avs game from earlier (they whooped the Stars, in case you care…) and I forgot to watch it, so I could be doing that. I guess browsing for a “Literary Agent” has irritated me enough to think about frittering time away.

To update, I did finish “Relapse” and it kinda rules. I also (the same weekend, actually) finished “All Things Right and Beautiful” and it definitely rules. So, after a proofreading/editing session earlier today I figured it was time to start doing the obligatory silliness required to make it available to the thronging masses (are you guys thronging yet? Active mulling is acceptable, too…) and let me tell you, what a bunch of crap.

First off, I could be a literary agent for all the formal training it seems necessary to gain the title. There are the ones out there you can tell are good but are either only looking for books with titles like “Love in San Antone” or “Warriors From the Fifth Moon” or some other kinda genre crap or are just, well, fascists.

Now, I mean no offense to the purveyors of national socialism or anything, but when a literary agent says that only the most professional writers with dedication to excellence will be considered, you have to kinda wonder. I think I’m an alright writer. I’m alright at a number of things, actually, but at no time do I take myself seriously enough to say with a straight face that I’m the utmost professional with a dedication to excellence. I don’t like to make an ass of myself and I definitely don’t want to suck—beyond that I’m not going to live, sleep, eat and drink this book any more than I have to. I know it’s hard to believe, but I have a job to go to tomorrow and if I actually walked in with that attitude (as I suspect many of you can relate to) I’d either be beaten and flogged (how “beaten” and “flogged” differentiate, I’m not sure, but I’ve been assured that it’s painfully clear when it’s happening) or laughed out of the building.

So here’s a little dedication to everyone who has the balls and lack of brains to say “I’m a dedicated professional devoted to excellence” and mean it all inclusive—the Reich is waiting for you, buddy. Strap on the jackboots and get to work—the Fuehrer is counting on you.

On the other hand, you’ve got the sap who’s got his neat-o little freebie Geocities or Tripod webpage (complete with pop-up ads, and “webrings”) that was designed using the default background, etc. etc. trying to convince me that he can get me a book deal. Dude, you can’t even get a webdesigner. The market is heading south on tech stuff. Depending what part of the country you’re in there are enough unemployed design guys who’d do your website for a can of soup and the privilege of being indoors.

Now, if you’re idea of being qualified to pimp people’s manuscripts is the fact you’ve read every Star Trek novel written and are pretty sure you know when to use quotation marks in a paragraph, then I don’t want you either. You see, while I’m not a dedicated professional devoted to excellence (or dpdte for brevity’s sake) I’m not fond of putting faith into someone who believes they can get me a book deal because their sister’s ex-boyfriend’s buddy Milt cleans the lobby at Random House.

Thing is, I know enough people out there will probably like “All Things Right and Beautiful” to make a run of it. I also know enough highbrow types won’t know what to do with it because a significant amount of the book deals with plate racks. That and I don’t really have much to say to them. A lot of the book is spent dealing with wonderfully average and uninspired folks who would, for example, think that if you’ve got a couple dogs and a portable television life is pretty good.

If anything I’ve asserted that the book is the ultimate struggle between Good™ and “just fine.” Good™ is all well and good, but tell me the silliness that people read really is any better than something that’s just fine? It’s all packaging and gloss and “All Things…” is pretty much a gloss-free kinda place. I find it relaxing, honestly to look at the world in a “normal” albeit sarcastic kind of way. Maybe that’s why I don’t want to date a starlet, have paparazzi follow me and hang out in my Malibu mansion. I’m sure it’s nice and all, but let’s face it, who among us really wants to have to be petty and shallow enough (in the long run, mind you. In the short run heck, I’d let Eva Mendes or some other “it” girl make out with me if I had to…) to find these acquisitions and status worth trading in our privacy, peace of mind and sense that the world, no matter how flawed, actually operates just fine without us being at the center.

Anyway, I’m rambling like an old man now. The site will be here soon (hopefully). Keep the faith, kids and remember: be Good™—be a dedicated professional devoted to excellence (DPDTE®) not for yourself but the whole of the Fatherland.

Notice the date on this bad boy: a pre-emptive archive entry for all you good boys and girls out there
-Joe

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Well, like any semi-responsible web goober I feel obligated to put down a few things right at the get-go.

At the moment I’m taking a break working on the new NEP (or first, even) album, tentatively titled lilies of the field. I’ve got three tracks in a relatively suitable “demo” state (any of you who actually heard previous Phase albums are aware that demo is about as good as it gets…) but so far I’m also pretty excited. It’s a divergence from old Phase and Program One material. Download it if you wish at the KFKOD site (and be sure to pass some love on to the amazing D-Funk for designing this rockin’ site).

Speaking of diverging, I don’t want to sell old fans of Phase and P1 a line that you’ll all love this and give it to your friends and relatives. Thematically “Who Loves Ya?” came from a darker and confused place and that was going on 5 years ago. Some of you may be disappointed at some of the conclusions (or apparent conclusions, more appropriately) that time has rendered. Some of you might be more than disappointed.

I’m not going to apologize for what I’ve written or said—either with old projects or new. However, I also felt it important for folks looking for songs like “Purge” should probably just move right along. I guess this site will be a forum for my views, opinions and beliefs so further clarification for these developments might come in time if you’re at all interested.

Anyway, now that the little disclaimer portion of this is done, let’s move back to being excited and such, shall we?

If I get a decent enough amount of time there’s a chance that the new NEP will be ready by the time this site goes up, if not I’d suspect mid-January to be a decent completion date. There will be samples available at the NEP site, so dig in or grab seconds.

In other news, while I had hoped to have “All Things Right and Beautiful” done in rough form by Jan 1, I’m greatly doubting that it’s going to happen. As it stands, the saga that began with “Dinnertime” (available at Joe-Mammy.com along with a variety of other bits n’ pieces…) I’m actually very excited about “All Things…” in its completed form. It will be my second novel (the first will, at some point—for better or worse—be available here, too) and my most solid coherent work to date that’s over 30 pages long.

Well, I’m gonna end it here. I’m working on a track that may or may not be on the new NEP album called “Relapse.” It’s a cover of an Adam Again song that’s pretty amazing and I’m just trying to not screw it up too bad.

Consider yourself greeted.

-P

Heidy-ho children. It's the niftiest, all newiest, brand funkiest first entry for all you. That's right, all for you--no strings attached (not even some co-dependent desire to fix your problems through brilliant insight) so pull up a chair.

So you might be asking yourself, "Why am I drawn like a mosquito to a bug zapper to all things Joe Mammy?" and it's a fair question. Sadly, like migratory patterns of birds and the mating rituals of the suburban pre-teen, it remains a mystery. On the upside, it's much cooler than either of those things (sorry, kids, but trust me, when you get older you'll understand that even though Stacy Peterson was the coolest girl in the sixth grade, it all really fades in importance over time...) and it's FREE! (whoops of excited euphoria erupting world-wide, I'm sure...)

Hopefully you'll find something here to amuse or incite you (preferably in that order, but I'm not picky...) whether it be tuneage from the KFKOD.net site or some literary concoction, observation or rant courtesy of Joe himself. Count this as your official welcome (void to employees of Joe-mammy.com and in Puerto Rico. No purchase necessary. All entries must be dated 03/01/04. Official rules can be obtained by mailing a self-addressed stamped envelope to some guy named Earnest in Belle Fourche SD. He'll know what it's about...) kick back, interact, share and be amazed.

On a related note, we're trying to cook up a name for freaky eye mumbly guy on the intro page. Feel free to throw your two cents in. Any and all bundles of informative or inquisitive joy can be relayed to joe@joe-mammy.com. I'll post a couple older essays at some point later, but for the time being poke around and make yourself comfortable.
-Joe