Archive for July, 2008

Hey… told ya so!

July 29, 2008

http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-general/20080729/Stevens.Indictment/

check this out… this is the guy who wanted to contain the Internet because the public was “loading it like a truck” and it delayed his e-mail.  I think he was more worried about “Northern Exposure.”

See the archives for more info under…

 

Ben and Ted’s Abhorrent Misadventure

TPMtv – Ted Stevens Muck Update

Sen. Ted Stevens Verses the Free and Open Internet

 

peace.

catch the wind

July 26, 2008

I’ve been busy.  Not really in a productive sense, but involved with other things… time consuming things that have eaten up the hours and left a trail of emotional waste behind.  Maybe you’ve been busy, too.  It seems a lot is going on these days and it is hard to garnish necessity from distraction.

Perhaps you, like me, have been wondering about the things that go bump in the night.  Things like, why do oil prices seem to jump at the assumption of mere speculation of a potential thing that may not happen thus causing gas prices to skyrocket, but gas prices do not go down in the same manner when oil commodities dip?  If oil drops at a rate of a buck a barrel it should effect the price of gas about 2.5 cents a gallon…  10 dollars, 25 cents; 20 dollars, 50 cents and so on.  Gasoline still holds at 4 bucks a gallon, oil has dropped 20 bucks a barrel… you do the math. 

A few weeks ago I didn’t even know who T. Boone Pickens was, now I want to elect him president.

Congress is at a stalemate, they have their worst approval rating EVER in the history of our government… each side blames the other.  I thought that Democrats promised better things were coming but so far we haven’t seen it.  It is like I said before, change for the sake of change is not always a good thing.  You can have a leaky roof then for a change go stand out in the rain, but either way you’re gonna get wet.  Whether or not you believe that ANY change is better than what we have now depends largely on how much you are willing to be soaked.

They will tell you anything to get elected.  Anything.

I’m a little miffed at our attention on celebrities, too.  I mean, are the Mr. and Mrs. Brad Pitt’s baby pictures really worth 14 million dollars?  yikes.  Are we that gullible?  Is escapism at any cost worth it?  I imagine somewhere someone might think so, but with the economy being as it is now, is that money well spent?  I marvel at the notion that money can be given so freely in one aspect but can be withheld and denied on the other.  Our media is a monster, guiding people’s thoughts and actions like we are sheep.

They only tell you what they want you to know.

Religion mixed in politics is becoming so blatant it is difficult to tell the “man of the cloth” from the “man on the street.”  In other words, faith is supposed to set us apart from the rest of the world, not commingle us with it.  Didn’t Jesus say, “because I have taken you out of the world, the world hates you?”  Yet on and on we see religion mixed with politics as strange bedfellows.

“By their fruits you will recognize these men.”

There are many things that can drive us to distraction, divert our attention from the big picture and my hand has been idle as of late.  To say that what is going on in the world doesn’t effect me would be an un-truth but it is more than that.

My heart is elsewhere. 

Funny how I can be separated from my fair one and we can still be close.  I can talk to her on the phone, read e-mails and write letters.  We can instant message each other from a half a continent away and through all of these forms of communication feel each others sentiments are as close as the next room.  But recently when she went to visit a different part of Canada I felt alone though the gap between us hadn’t really changed.  She was in a new and strange environment, away from everything familiar.  The security I had in knowing she was safe at home and living the normal routine was disrupted.

Tranquility is an exercise of the mind.

We are creatures that allow our preceptions to shape our reality.  We can have money and yet feel broke.  We can have power and yet feel helpless.  We can have celebrity and yet feel loneliness.  We can have faith and yet feel alienated from God.  We can have love yet feel lost and unworthy.  We can know truth and feel doubt.

Catch the wind. 

Through it all… I am still here.  Sometimes overcome with anxiety, often consumed by uncertainty, occasionally bereft of hope, still left to delve into my imperfections with my own scrutinizing, stark self examinations and neglectful of my strengths as though I had none. 

We are outside the candy store, looking through the glass… imagining all the tastes and smells that come with the gratification of consumption.  Perhaps we’ve had that flavor of life before and now have it withheld, the window not one of opportunity but restraint, a barrier of disdain and deprivation.  Or maybe we long for something new, something displayed as desirous and fresh, a clever design to lead us to fulfillment.  We are not thinking of the road that has led us here, nor do we contemplate what lies ahead… our nose is to the glass.  We are compelled to gaze in wonderment at the sugar coated delights that are spread before us promising instant success and pleasure.  

But to over indulge those cravings!  a stomach ache surely awaits… 

I cannot predict what tomorrow will bring, only prepare myself for the worst, hope for the best, put my faith and trust in who I am and what I believe to be true.  Walk away from the empty calories contained within the candy store.  The road there also leads us past… better nourishment awaits.

I am still here… and no worse for the where.

peace.

Catch the Wind – Donovan

July 23, 2008



from a simpler time – a classic

peace

Let My Gonads Go! (a.k.a. nuts to you, Jesse Jackson)

July 12, 2008

Obama is the man; no if, and, or butts

let my gonads go!

Jesse Jackson says he wants to cut off his nuts

let my gonads go!

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Right on, Jesse Jackson

say it loudly so

it’s picked up in the microphone…

Let my gonads go!

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Obama’s johnson placed into Jesse’s hand

let my gonads go!

Pressed so hard you know Barack could not stand

let my gonads go!

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Right on, Jesse Jackson

say it loudly so

it’s picked up in the microphone…

let my gonads go!

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Oh, let us from all this rhetoric flee

let my gonads go!

Can’t we all put trust in democracy?

let my gonads go!

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Right on, Jesse Jackson

say it loudly so

it’s picked up in the microphone…

let my gonads go!

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Obama need not bitterly weep and mourn

let my gonads go!

just because he’s had all his privates shorn

let my gonads go!

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Right on, Jesse Jackson

say it loudly so

it’s picked up in the microphone…

let my gonads go!

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“cutting off his nuts” may sound kinda odd

let my gonads go!

from a self professing man of God

let my gonads go!

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Right on, Jesse Jackson

say it loudly so

it’s picked up in the microphone…

let my gonads go!

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Oh! Let my gonads… go!

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political commentary, for instructional purposes only…

peace.

where the light is – john mayer

July 7, 2008

Okay… I’m not wrong often but when I am I admit it.  I’d like you all to accept my apology.  (Dr. Leo Marvin)

What about Bob, Dad?  (Siggy)  from the film, What About Bob?

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Recently I opined the current trend in rock ‘n’ roll music, perhaps an admission that I am getting too old?  (you decide)   But I have a new hero, well… not really new, but one who has breathed life into my rock ‘n’ roll soul.

where the light is, John Mayer’s new double live CD restores my faith in so many ways.  I love the fact that he did 3 distinctly different sets and produces over 2 hours of great music.  Did I say great?   I meant portions of it (the John Mayer Trio part especially) kicks ass!  did I say kicks ass?  I meant it KICKS ASS!

I don’t know about you but I think this CD was long over due and it restores my belief in the guitar gods, they definitely have smiled on Mr. Mayer.

If you enjoy some hot guitar licks, you owe it to yourself to check out this CD.

Oh, by the way… this recommendation comes freely and without compensation.  I know you’d do the same for me.

Thanks, John… for the great, great music. 

P.S.  play it LOUD

peace.

Quick Draw (Tim) McGraw and his rootin’ tootin’ wild west outlaw show

July 5, 2008

In the wide world of new millennium entertainment who’da thunk we’d revert back to the wild west of the 1880’s? 

Last week I watched a video capturing C&W star Tim McGraw hauling a fan up on the stage during one of his concerts in Washington and ordering him out after feigning a punch to his face.  To say the least, I thought this type of behavior bizarre.

According to reports, Tim witnessed an unruly and slightly drunk man acting belligerent and unkindly to a lady in the front of the stage.   Now I admire any man standing up for the virtue of a woman, coming to her aid in her time of distress or defending her honor… but during a concert and in the middle of a song?  Wouldn’t it have been more prudent to just calmly walk to the side of the stage and signal security that there is a problem “down front” and let them handle it?

I wonder if this will be a new trend now for concert goers.  Not only will our entertainment be in music but also with fisticuffs and bravado reminiscent of barroom brawls the likes of John Wayne and Randolf Scott.  In those days the piano player merrily accompanied the smashing of glasses, bottles, and mirrors while ruffians were being tossed out into the street without restraint.  With Tim’s concert, too, the band played on while Tim drew back his mighty fist threatening to duke it out with the star crazed fan who must have thought he was being pulled up on stage to sing a long with his hero.

I wonder if other stars will find that appealing?  Get down to the level of their rowdy fans and kick some ass while performing?  But rather than just one drunk, maybe several at once?  Maybe a free for all!  Let’s do some possible scenarios, shall we?

I always thought that Charlie Daniels song, “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” would be good for scrappers, especially the part “Johnny” plays.  I could see all kinds of fists flying to the strains of “dee diddle dee diddle dee diddle dee diddle..” couldn’t you?  or how about Tobey Keith singin’ “I Love This Bar” or better yet, “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue?” Even though there presumably wouldn’t be any terrorists in the audience we could still get caught up in the spirit of kicking  some camel jockey’s ass by busting a local yokel’s head.  Perhaps even the pairing of Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffett on “It’s Five O’clock Somewhere” would signal a rampage.

Tim has been in the news before.  One time an overly aggressive female fan reached out and cupped his private parts as he walked by.  This caused his wife, Faith Hill, to chastise her in full public view on stage and repeatedly on talk shows later on.  That one could have been a monster if the two of them could’ve gone at it then and there; fists flyin’, hair pullin’… screamin’ and name callin’… whew!  Nothing like a good cat fight to bolster one’s reputation as a “Stand By Your Man” kinda girl, or at least… “Keep Your Hands Off My Baby.”

I don’t know if we are heading towards a Woodstock ’99 in country music, but lets get real… do we really need to watch our entertainers settle things with their fists?  I hope not.

I like Tim and Faith, as a matter of fact, one of their songs, ” It’s Your Love” resonates very well with my fair one and me… it has become an anthem of sorts, we are always quoting it to each other.

So please, Tim, keep putting out the good music ( I really do want to “live like I was dying,” but not like I was getting beat up! )  Leave the violence to the WWF.

Peace.