Rosenbush Café

While editing past copy, removing faulty links and reposting photographs that had disappeared I came across this jewel from July 19, 2007, when I was experiencing waking nightmares with a programmer and my former ether partner.

I am no longer involved with either party and my blog is in a far better location in the universe having accepted the challenge of following a singular dream of my own Café Manifesto. Today, I express myself without criticism from a purported intellectual who couldn’t fathom Dadaist founder André Breton’s “Dada is anti-art” aestheticism.

With threats he was going to delete my blog if I didn’t prove to him I could write an essay and pay him $30, this friend since 1994, became an enemy.

Rather than take the Dadaist route I have gone down the Deconstructionist path and embraced my own existential nilhism, Cubism, Expressionism and anything ending in “ism.”

Nearly a year later, thanks to Tala, Kalliope Amorphous, Steven, Mambo and a large number or felines, the Café is still in the ether. Not bad for a blog that was destined to disappear in six months, which would have been May, 2007.

Tippy Van Hesling relaxes after prolonged meow

Tippi Van Hesling was instrumental in getting the site back online with incessant yowling brought on by far too much caffeine and primo nip, he kept me awake and working! Site back up after changes in codes and necessary upgrades. Site is being revised this weekend to replace improper characters and symbols. Naturally all of the problems were caused by a programmer who was addicted to crack and not particularly intelligent before the drugs took control of his tiny brain. He has since joined the Republican Party where he feels at home. Meanwhile, my partner in the business has promised to help but you can imagine he didn’t if I am enlisting the aid of a feline.