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Some kind of happiness is measured out in milesWhat makes you think you're something special when you smile?You can talk to meYou can talk to meYou can talk to meIf you're lonely you can talk to me
I talk to the treesBut they don't listen to meI talk to the starsBut they never hear meThe breeze hasn't timeTo stop, and hear what I sayI talk to them allIn vainBut suddenly, my wordsReach someone elses earAt someone elses heartStrings tooI tell you my dreamsAnd while you're listening to meI suddenly see themCome trueI can see us some April nightLooking out across a rollin' farmHaving supper in the candlelightWalking later, arm in armThen I'll tell youHow I pass the dayThinking mainly howThe night would beThen I'll try to findThe words to sayAll the things youMean to meI tell you my dreamsAnd while you'reListening to meI suddenly see themCome trueA great song from Paint Your Wagon
My mother went back home to the Dominican Republic.She took me to the post office to renew my passport.hint hint.. She might not be back for a while.Hey Paul - how is the new job?
[Tommy is immitating Marlon Brando from "On the Waterfront"] Tommy: I coulda been somebody, instead of just an ice cream truck driver, which is what I am, let's face it. Debbie: Who was that, Jerry Lewis? Tommy: Jerry Lewis? You thought that was Jerry Lewis? (Trees Lounge, 1986)Best movie ever made about what is like to be a regular at a neighborhood bar.
Talk to me ..Stevie Nicks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0Fl8dG3gHg
I'm 49 and I graduated from law school today.I'll take a shower tonight and hose myself off, and tomorrow I'll be back in the real world.(My wife says I've become argumentative in the last few years, but I can't see the basis of her claims.)
We hunt for the tree tomorrow morning. We are in the heart of Christmas tree farm country here in the mountains of NC. As perfect as they all are, it's still difficult to select THE one from the thousands to choose from.It's been a busy week. We received the green light from the franchise I co-own for me to buy out my partner. We've had a great relationship, but he's ready to bow out. I've been on the go all day to set everything into motion on the transfer.Selecting a tree will help be therapeutic.We could drive on up to Joyce Kilmer Forest and cut one there, but the feds look poorly on that type of behavior.Peace on earth, y'all....all y'all (that's plural here in the South).
Paint Your Wagon was the best Lee Marvin/Clint Eastwood musical ever!Some thoughts:Many people are upset that the Senate didn't pass the Bailout Bill.Others are upset that it probably doesn't matter, because the Pres is going to authorize the bailout money anyhoo, using the bank bailout kitty.Wealthy socialites are unhappy because some swindler stole billions from them, they probably want a bailout as well. Congress may Balk, but President Bush is compassionate, he may acquiesce (did I spell that right?).As for me, I am happy. My fridge is full, the kids are asleep, and there are two cans of Guinness cooling in the freezer, and I have gone another day without being a partial owner of three of the most poorly-led corporations in the country, so what's not to be happy about?
Finished my first quarter of PhD studies today. Turned in a 30 page paper on beauty, focusing on a particular theologian.Here's my conclusion:“We are here to be transformed,” Arthur Danto writes. Later on in his book he adds, “Beauty is a necessary condition for life as we would want to live it.” We are left with the questions of what it means to be transformed and what kind of life we want to live, indeed what kind of life we are called to live. This call is not a moral demand that represses our creative instinct and separates us from this present world in exchange for some heavenly, bodiless, absorption into a nameless “Other”. Rather, this call is given by the Triune God—Father and Son and Holy Spirit—who exist in eternal community, united and yet diverse. This call, this work of restoration encounters us in time and encounters us in particular moments. The nature of this work is among the most important questions in theology. So, it seems particularly helpful to see how Jürgen Moltmann, a major contributor to systematic theology, has worked out this question, and more specifically to see how this work can help us better understand the nature and experience of beauty in our lives.God is the maker of heaven and earth, indeed the remaker of heaven and earth. We are called not as slaves, but as heirs, to be conformed to his likeness, and join with him in an eternal dance of shared mutuality. Because of this we take particular note of the characteristics of the God who calls all of humanity back into an enlivening relationship. Among these manifold attributes is that of beauty. God is beautiful and God creates beauty. Our participation with this God of Beauty is one of passionate love, eros, in which we are caught up with each other in both constant desire and constant freedom. This Eros with us is God’s own Spirit, who with the Son and the Father, have worked and continue to work for the fullness of life and beauty in the cosmos. Our experience of beauty is that moment in which the Spirit who is raising us up recognizes with us, and within us, the glory of God’s work, wherein we experience a moment of shared life, and hope, and liberation that not only excites us with the fullness but pulls us into its creativity and enlivens our lives with a profound peace and delight.This experience of beauty is an experience we share with God, an experience that endears us to him even in moments of struggle or darkness or frustration. We are given insight into his being, even as it is not always directly him we are seeing. He created what is good and continues to create, inspiring us in creativity, to take joy in what is beautiful in him, in this world, in music, in art, in relationships, and in all kinds of expressions. It is this intersection of Spirit and eschatology that I experienced on the lawn in front of Blanchard Hall, and have experienced in so many different, not always as profound, ways before and since then. It was an experience of God, a sharing with God of a moment that reflects the eternal moment of his perichoretic invitation. He calls us to share with him beauty of all kinds in our present experiences and in our future participation. Beauty is a gift from God, shared with God. And it is very good.
I'm 49 and I graduated from law school today.Kharakter (1997 film)
Please talk to me... Won't you please come talk to me?Quayle said... "I'm 49 and I graduated from law school today."Congratulations!
This experience of beauty is an experience we share with God, an experience that endears us to him even in moments of struggle or darkness or frustrationWow...Paddy, beautiful and so true.I'm getting ready to go to a surprise party for my Father's 80th birthday on Christmas Eve. I rejoice in my Father's life, sense of humour, vigour for life and that we are all here to enjoy each other as a family. My sweet husband is going to go to visit his equally aged Mother for the very same reasons. This will be the first time in over 18 years that we will not be spending Christmas together. When you are young, like some of the more bellicose posters on this blog, you have generations standing between you and the end of the line. As we get older and people who came before us (great grandparents, grand parents, uncles, aunts and even parents) begin to fall off of the end of the conveyor belt of life.... we begin to appreciate the time that we have left and appreciate those who still are on the conveyor belt.
Windbag - What a coincidence, we usually cut our tree down from the Joyce Kilmer rest stop in the NJ Turnpike! Off topic - somewhere along the line, we reached the tipping point where there too much rot among the leaders of our society--from Washington (including Sacramento, Springfield, Trenton) to Wall Street to Main Street to Universities--for us to really recover from these crises. Nice photo, but the red splotches on the bark remind me of bloody wounds.
Looking forward to reading your excerpt more thoroughly, Paddy O., once the kids are in bed. Speaking of transformation, I sliced some apples that had become too soft for eating and mixed them into sauerkraut, which I layered on top of some pork. Two hours and 350 degrees later, the transformation is complete. Mmmmmm. Off to help with the dishes.
And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of handsThat lift and drop a question on your plate;Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time
Gonna paint yer wagonGonna paint it fineGonna use oil-based paint'cause the wood is pine.Ponderooooosa Pine.
Education is an extreme act of self-absorption. And, this is not at all limited to folks who take classes covering theology.This phenomena may be seem particularly obvious when folks take theology classes because they openly write about themselves.But, it could be argued that spending years focused on filling your mind with esoteric scientific stuff is even more self-absorbing. It's possible that these folks don't even notice the luxury and self-focus of their learning. And, they may develop an arrogance that convinces them their efforts are self sacrificing, noble, meaningful and purposeful. They have faith too.
I too am a swinger of birch trees. And Man, did that ever piss off Grandma Kickline, who wasn't even my real grandma. <--- 10% of true. The tree was actually a weeping willow, and for a pre-schooler, it was full of bounce.But this cold snowy weather is perfect for a hot bowl of bean soup.
"Mmmmmm" sounds right, Peter Hoh! Did you make mashed potatoes??
God I hate these fucking cafes.
Sitting hereCouldn't help hear you talking to your best friend Say you're not satisfied Things ain't working out with your girlfriend So your searching for someone new Someone to hold you tight, someone to treat you right Though your girlfriend is a friend of mine Here's my number and a dime, call me anytime Call me - if you need someone to talk to-a Call me - satisfaction guaranteed Call me - if you need someone to talk to-a Call me - call me! She wasn't good to ya Was a prude to ya Don't like to do the things you like to do She doesn't do to ya The things she did to ya Show you loving like she used to Well, I been watching you boy And I've got what you want, got what you need Though your girlfriend is a friend of mine Here's my number and a dime, call me anytime Hello, how ya doing? No, shes goneI figured I'd give you a call and see if you were seriousThere's this little place that I like to go to It's kinda dark and quiet and...Well, I been watching you boy And I've got what you want, got what you need And though your girlfriend is a friend of mine Here's my number and a dime, call me anytime.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kqQrkip4i4
Congratulations, Quayle, and PaddyO.
I hate but want to do my neighbor. He moved in and his parents paid for the loft in full.He is hot and 25 and is a student.I read his blog.For the holidays he will be in Tokyo, Paris and home to Chicago for a couple of days as he seems to be traveling all the time.How gross is it that a 25 student lives in a million dollar loft and travels around the world?I am on the condo board and I want to put restrictions on students moving in in the future specifically beause of him.He's straight but a total bitch. I hate him.
I tried to say hi to him a couple of times just to be a nice neighbor but he wouldn't have any of it.Now I am especially bitchy to him.I wish the rare clumbers would shit in his shoes that sit outside his door.
There is another one that recently moved in that is 22. He likes to wear bowties. I look him up on google and his family comes from a Boston Brahim pedigree. The grandfather and the father also wore bowties. His last name has a IV in it=gag. His father also paid for his place. As far as I can tell he doesn't work, just travels.I am resentful of these punks. I busted my ass and paid for this place on my own and have a huge mortgage payment. The condo fees are close to 1000.00/month so these brats parents are also paying this for the twats. The 25 year old has a catered dinner for friends every Saturday night.I, on the other hand, come from Waunakee, Wisconsin-the only one in the world-woo hoo.
Puppy love and the evil cat.
This one is for BlagoCome onOh baby dont you wanna goCome onOh baby dont you wanna goBack to that same old placeSweet home chicagoCome onBaby dont you wanna goHideheyBaby dont you wanna goBack to that same old placeOh sweet home chicagoWell, one and one is twoSix and two is eightCome on baby dont ya make me lateHideheyBaby dont you wanna goBack to that same old placeSweet home chicagoCome onBaby dont you wanna goBack to that same old placeSweet home chicagoSix and three is nineNine and nine is eighteenLook there brother baby and see what Ive seenHideheyBaby dont you wanna goBack to that same old placeSweet home chicagoOh come onBaby dont you wanna goCome onBaby dont you wanna goBack to that same old placeSweet home chicagohttp://tinyurl.com/5lue8y
Blago el cagon the Chicago..you had to there ;)
Eric Clapton & Buddy Guy rendition of "Sweet Home Chicago"http://tinyurl.com/6lk53o
How a blogger who gets hundreds of comments a day must feel: Everybody's talking at meI don't hear a word they're sayingOnly the echoes of my mindPeople stopping staringI can't see their facesOnly the shadows of their eyesI'm going where the sun keeps shiningThru' the pouring rainGoing where the weather suits my clothesBanking off of the North East windSailing on a summer breezeAnd skipping over the ocean like a stone
Six and three is nineNine and nine is eighteenIt would be better If 6 were 9If the sun refused to shineI dont mind, I dont mind(yeah)If the mountains ah, fell in the seaLet it be, it aint me.(well, all right)Yeah (sing the song brother...)Now if uh, six uh, huh, turned out to be nineOh I dont mind, I dont mind uh ( well all right... )
Fred Neil wrote another great song: Would you like to know a secret, just between you and me.I don't know where I'm goin' next, don't know where I'm gonna be.But that's another side to this life, I've been leadin',But that's another side to this life.I think I'll go to Nashville, down to Tennessee,The ten cent life I've been leading here,Is gonna be the death of me.But that's another side to this life, I've been leadin',But that's another side to this life.I don't know what I'm doing half the time,I don't know where I'll go,I think I'll get me a sailin' boatand sail the Gulf of Mexico.But that's another side to this life, I've been leadin',But that's another side to this life.My whole world's in an uproar, my whole world's upside down,Don't know what I'm doin' here, but I'm always hangin' round.And that's another side to this life, I've been leadin',And that's another side to this life.Would you like to know a secret, just between you and me.Don't know where I'm goin' next, don't know where I'm gonna be.And that's the other side to this life, I've been leadin',And that's the other side of this life.
Everybody's Talking at Me.
Me and my Arrow.
George Thorogood - You Talk Too MuchYou talk too much, you talk too much, I can't believe the things that you say everyday If you keep on talking baby, you know you're bound to drive me away Now you get on the telephone with your girlfriend, your conversation baby ain't got no end Yakety-yakety-yakety-yak all the time, you keep on talking baby drive me out of my mind You talk too much, I can't believe the things that you say everyday If you keep on talking baby,you know you're bound to drive me away Well I laid out in the afternoon I start to nappin', you walk into the room with them jaws a-flappin' You keep that motormouth moving morning, noon and night,you keep on talking baby make my head turn white You talk too much,I can't believe the things that you say everyday If you keep on talking baby, you know you're bound just to drive me away I think you're trying to put me through some kind of test, I'm begging you baby won't you give it a rest You talk about people that you don't even know, keep it up baby I'm gonna pick up and blow You talk too much, I can't believe the things that you say everyday If you keep on talking baby, you know you're bound to drive me away Don't get me wrong baby I don't mean to complain, but if you keep on talking you're gonna drive me insane You keep on talking all around the clock, I'm begging you baby won't you please stopYou talk too much, I can't believe the things that you say everyday If you keep on talking baby, you know you're bound to drive me awayhttp://tinyurl.com/5cawnx
Titus--Maybe the parents of these boys you love to hate have all their money invested with Bernie Madoff. There are quite a few trust fund types in for a rude shock. Will this make you feel better?
Talking Heads - Althouse must be the place..Home is where I want to bePick me up and turn me roundI feel numb - born with a weak heartI guess I must be having funThe less we say about it the betterMake it up as we go alongFeet on the groundHead in the skyIt's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothingHi yo I got plenty of timeHi yo you got light in your eyesAnd you're standing here beside meI love the passing of timeNever for moneyAlways for loveCover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnightHome - is where I want to beBut I guess I'm already thereI come home - she lifted up her wingsGuess that this must be the placeI can't tell one from anotherDid I find you, or you find me?There was a time Before we were bornIf someone asks, this is where I'll be . . . where I'll beHi yo We drift in and outHi yo sing into my mouthOut of all those kinds of peopleYou got a face with a viewI'm just an animal looking for a homeShare the same space for a minute or twoAnd you love me till my heart stopsLove me till I'm deadEyes that light up, eyes look through youCover up the blank spotsHit me on the head Ah oohhttp://tinyurl.com/2rqpgf
Here comes the rain againFalling on my head like a memoryFalling on my head like a new emotionI want to walk in the open windI want to talk like lovers doI want to dive into your oceanIs it raining with youSo baby talk to meLike lovers doWalk with meLike lovers doTalk to meLike lovers do
Such a beautiful song, and stunning video.
I think you all listen to way more music than I do.
And congratulations to Quayle and PaddyO.
We dont talk, sometimes we yellBilly Idol - Rebel Yellhttp://tinyurl.com/32eoym
Billy Joel "Just the way you are"I dont want clever conversation !?I dont know Billy - Alhouse may not be for you then ;)http://tinyurl.com/6m46m7
I think you all listen to way more music than I do.A safe bet, in my case.First time I've checked into one of these cafes. Kind of low-key enjoyment. No big fights. The left-wing blogs do something similar, using music videos. But a nice image from nature is more conversational. I'm still trying to work. I don't get into a groove until very late at night. Big problem.
The Smiths "BIGMOUTH STRIKES AGAIN"Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking When I said I'd like to smash every tooth In your head Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you should be Bludgeoned in your bed And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, oh As the flames rose to her roman nose And her Walkman started to melt Oh ... Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again I've got no right to take my place In the Human race Oh, bigmouth, ha ha ... bigmouth, la Bigmouth strikes again I've got no right to take my place In the Human race And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, oh As the flames rose to a roman nose And her hearing aid started to melt Eek !Oh, bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again I've got no right to take my place In the Human race And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, oh As the flames rose to a roman nose And her hearing aid started to melt Oh !Oh, bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again I've got no right to take my place In the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again I've got no right to take my place In the Human race Oh ... http://tinyurl.com/64hxqq
Tomorrow night we r having our company party.I'm taking a second causin my mother "sort of" introduced me to - nudge nudge..I dont know ...
Barbra Streisand ..WOMAN IN LOVE Ooooh Yes I am a woman in love and I'm talking to you, You know I know how you feel, what a woman can do. It's a right, I defend, over and over again.What do I do.I'm a woman in loveAnd I'll do anything to get you into my worldAnd hold you withinIt's a right I defend ....http://tinyurl.com/2go9r6
Birches WHEN I see birches bend to left and right Across the line of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust— Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm (Now am I free to be poetical?) I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows— Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches; And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. ROBERT FROST
Paddy O said..Turned in a 30 page paper on beautyThis is the most romantic spanish song ever. Sandro - Penumbrasthe google translation falls short of the poetry. so i wont post it.take my word for it - the words are beautifull.http://tinyurl.com/6nyjo6
Here is more Sandro - Proposinghttp://tinyurl.com/6yc94f
"O Samba de Maria Luiza"Don Jobim con una angelita desconocida.http://tinyurl.com/6672dd
Sting and Don Jobim Duet "How Insensitive"Jobim's last recordinghttp://tinyurl.com/6zfbzb(it's a great record - it has the little angel "O Samba de Maria Luiza")
Morrissey - All You Need Is Althouse (no kidding)You hiss and groan and you constantly moan But you don't ever go away That's because All you need is me You roll your eyes up to the skies Mock horrified But you're still here All you need is me There's so much destruction All over the world And all you can do is Complain about me You bang your head against the wall And say you're sick of it all Yet you remain 'Cause all you need is me And then you offer your one and only joke And you ask me what will I be When I grow up to be a man Uhm, nothing! There's a soft voice singing in your head Who could this be? I do believe it's me There's a naked man standing, laughing in your dreams You know who it is But you don't like what it means There's so much destruction All over the world And all you can do is Complain about me I was a small, fat child in a council house There was only one thing I ever dreamed about And Fate has just Handed it to me - whoopee You don't like me, but you love me Either way you're wrong You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gonehttp://tinyurl.com/6mo2vfLet's face it, all we need is Althouse.
En la cama - is a good Chilean film I've watched recently. But in a scene that proposes that people who are not settled on a cinematic genre, might have something wrong with them, people who are all over the map when it comes to films they enjoy.I'm trying to understand how this was meant to enlighten people in the film. I consume things that are supposedly meant to be foreign to me. if and when I find them enjoyable I keep enjoying them.And sometimes I do and sometimes I don't.
its like Althouse says If you want to do something do itotherwise dont.
Aptly - Steely DanDeacon BluesThis is the dayOf the expanding manThat shape is my shadeThere where I used to standIt seems like only yesterdayI gazed through the glassAt ramblersWild gamblersThat's all in the pastYou call me a foolYou say it's a crazy schemeThis one's for realI already bought the dreamSo useless to ask me whyThrow a kiss and say goodbyeI'll make it this timeI'm ready to cross that fine lineCHORUS:I'll learn to work the saxophoneI'll play just what I feelDrink Scotch whisky all night longAnd die behind the wheelThey got a name for the winners in the worldI want a name when I loseThey call Alabama the Crimson TideCall me Deacon BluesMy back to the wallA victim of laughing chanceThis is for meThe essence of true romanceSharing the things we know and loveWith those of my kindLibationsSensationsThat stagger the mindI crawl like a viperThrough these suburban streetsMake love to these womenLanguid and bittersweetI'll rise when the sun goes downCover every game in townA world of my ownI'll make it my home sweet homeCHORUSThis is the nightOf the expanding the manI take one last dragAs I approach the standI cried when I wrote this songSue me if I play too longThis brother is freeI'll be what I want to be..http://tinyurl.com/577ul9
@Darcy (the euchre goddess):Cry me a futureWhere the revelations run amokLadies and gentlemenLions and tigers come runningJust to steal your luck...Double chins and bowling pinsUnholy presbyteriansLand is full of medicineI find it when I'm slipping in...into MichiganRed Hot Chili Peppers (2006)
For those of you like me watching the Adidas commercial and left wanting.. hanging it's called Begging..here is the whole efingthing.http://tinyurl.com/28pxum
"I wish the rare clumbers would shit in his shoes that sit outside his door."Alternatively, have you considered baking a coffee cake and leaving it by their door? You could add a nice neighborly note signed, "love, Tituswhobustedhishumptogethereunlikeyouspoiled littlesexpottrustfundbratswhothinkyou'rebetterthaneverybodyelse." You could draw little hearts and x's and o's to really bring home the point. You get the idea - be creative, give yourself permission to express your deepest most genuine self, that little-boy Titus who loves to be tickled and hugged and told not to worry - the world is a safe place after all.It's worth a try. Nothing says "I'd really rather fuck you than allow my doggies to take dumps in your shoes but, hey, a fella's gotta do what a fella's gotta do" like a fresh warm loaf. Of banana bread.
LutherM, Thanks, you beat me to it. I had been thinking about Frost's Birches while watching news reports on the ice storms here in New England, storms that have left a million without power and, I dare say, many birches bent.
I really don't want to fuck them. I more resent them and am jealous.When I was their age I lived in dumps and slept on a futon on the floor.They are cute but not real sexual.Lem, love those Smiths songs.
A futon would be nice.But jealousy and resentment, I keep reminding myself, are not going to warm up this little fishing shack I live in. A stove might help though.
The groves were immensely peaceful, lying there in the late-summer sunshine of a cool August day, with the breeze murmuring in the tops of the two double-trunked elm trees that rise above them. They seemed to say, “We have reached a reality beyond all your strivings and sufferings; on your terms it is neither good nor bad; you cannot conceive of it. You cannot help us now, anymore than we can help you. But we are serene and timeless, and you are not. We have--secrets, infinitely sad to your mind, no doubt, but in tune with nature. We have known all the suffering you now know and then some; we are beyond your sympathy, as you are beyond our pity. Look: we give you the breath of peacefulness--we are a part of the long afternoon of life; take the hint, go your way as best you can; do not ask too many questions; it will not be long before you join us.George Kennan"Sketches From a Life"(He is best known by his admirers simply as "X.")
What do I see in the trees?!! A bird? A plane? Not it's Crouching tufty, hidden dragon: The amazing Kung Fu squirrels !!Kung-Fu Squirrel in Action
I am really not that resentful or jealous. More curious what that type of life is like.
What happened to Victoria and Ruth Ann Adams?
I have them. Tied up back in the laundry room. Why? Do you have a message you would like me to give them?
Since everyone is posting lyrics just in case you didn't see the video I posted. This song just makes me happy.Well its all right, riding around in the breezeWell its all right, if you live the life you pleaseWell its all right, doing the best you canWell its all right, as long as you lend a handYou can sit around and wait for the phone to ringWaiting for someone to tell you everythingSit around and wonder what tomorrow will bringMaybe a diamond ring(chorus 2)Well its all right, even if they say youre wrongWell its all right, sometimes you gotta be strongWell its all right, as long as you got somewhere to layWell its all right, everyday is judgement dayMaybe somewhere down the road awaysYoull think of me, and wonder where I am these daysMaybe somewhere down the road when somebody playsPurple haze(chorus 3)Well its all right, even when push comes to shoveWell its all right, if you got someone to loveWell its all right, everythingll work out fineWell its all right, were going to the end of the lineDont have to be ashamed of the car I driveIm just glad to be here, happy to be aliveIt dont matter if youre by my sideIm satisfied(chorus 4)Well its all right, even if youre old and greyWell its all right, you still got something to sayWell its all right, remember to live and let liveWell its all right, the best you can do is forgive(chorus 5)Well its all right, riding around in the breezeWell its all right, if you live the life you pleaseWell its all right, even if the sun dont shineWell its all right, were going to the end of the line
That was cute, chickenlittle! Love the Peppers.
"What happened to Victoria and Ruth Ann Adams?"Maybe they bought a condo in your building.
For some reason, the bleak beauty of the image makes me think of this song --I talk to the windMy words are all carried awayI talk to the windThe wind does not hearThe wind cannot hear-- King Crimson
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