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How We Operate

Calm down
And get straight
It's not our eyes (?)
It's how we operate

You're true
You are
I'd apologize but it won't go very far

Please come here
Come right on over
And when we collide we'll see what gets left over

A little joy
A little sorrow
And a little pride so we won't have to borrow
Wherever you lead, I'll follow

Turn me inside out and upside down
And try to see things my way
Turn a new page, tear the old one out
And I'll try to see things your way

Please come here
Please come on over
There is no line that you can't step right over

Without you well I'm left hollow
So can we decide to try a little joy tomorrow
'Cos baby tonight I'll follow

Turn me inside out and upside down
And try to see things my way
Turn a new page, tear the old one out
And I'll try to see things your way

The way that we've been speaking now
I swear that we'd be friends, I swear
'Cos all these little deals go down with
Little consequences, we share, we share

Turn me inside ou…

Five Surprising Symptoms of Infidelity

An article for everyone, and anyone can write an article, no matter how unqulaified you may be. This author seems particularly clueless... about his own gender! Check this out:
Everybody thinks they can spot a cheater a mile away. Adulterers, after all, have the same characteristics, right? Wandering eyes, secret cell phones, last name Sheen. If only it were that easy.
Unfortunately, we live in a society where people fall out of their fidelity flight patterns and take off on their own different courses all the time, even though we desperately want to believe that our partners won't be unfaithful. That's why it's important to know some of the traits and sneaky signals that are common in people who tend to be unfaithful in the relationships.
OK, I disagree with this. Already! Of course this is a "trait", in fact, it is built into the human genome. Fidelity and marriage are manmade concepts... not sure how the church got involved with this one, really - limited people…

A.W.A.D. - Built-in Definite Articles

What does the 'lute' of a musician have in common with the Norwegian sea monster 'kraken' and 'lariat' of a cowboy? All three words come with a built-in definite article. The word lute is from Arabic al lud (the wood), kraken has the suffixed Norwegian definite article (-en), and lariat isfrom Spanish la reata (the rope).
Words are buried civilizations. Begin digging and you come across layers of history. Passage of time muddies the original form of words and when we borrow them from another language, we don't realize that they're already hitched to an article before we add a new one.
Well, you don't have to hop across languages or travel through time to see this kind of redundancy in action. We have the ATM machine and VAT tax and AC current in the English language.
This week we feature five more words that come with a packaged definite article.



lagniappe
(lan-YAP, LAN-yap) noun
An unexpected benefit, especially a small gift a customer receives with a pu…

The Space

On top of the world like a flag on a mountain
Feeling so high you can feel so alone
Unable to breathe at the height that you flew
Staring on clouds with no view of below

On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel
Falling towards something out of control
Unable to miss like the man in the tram
Crashing your car in Amsterdam

He did it without knowing, didn't feel a thing
He just wrecked it and kept going
The space around the stars
Is something that you know

A billion miles of darkness
Left your feeling low
The space around the stars
Is something that you know

Everything about you
So perfectly restrained
But everything inside you
Bites you

Everybody in the whole of the world
Feels the same inside
Everybody in the whole of the world
Everyone is only everyone else
Everybody's got to know
Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries
And eats and sleeps and grows and dies
Everybody in the whole of the world
Is the same this time
Is the same inside
In the whole of the world

Yoga Truly Unbound

Last night I went to yoga and it was...

...INCREDIBLE!

It was not just a regular class, it was beautiful! I like the instructor, John, but up until now the classes have been good. Not that there was anything wrong with that! But something last night was different. I have no idea what. Although I'm usually stiff and sore the next day but today I felt great.
John teaches one type of yoga, but I must be confused with the names (not surprising, knowing me), but here are the different types:
Ananda Yoga: Ananda Yoga classes focus on gentle postures designed to move the energy up to the brain and prepare the body for meditation. Classes also focus on proper body alignment and controlled breathing.
Anusara Yoga is a relatively new form of yoga (1997), which pairs strict principles of alignment with a playful spirit. Postures can be challenging, but the real message of Anusara is to open your heart and strive to connect with the divine in yourself and others.
Ashtanga (or Astanga) Yoga is the …

An Amazing Thing

Sometimes life hands you packages wrapped in ridiculous packaging.

Yes, I say that a lot. But it is true. Kind of like the phrase I picked up from a BNL song: "It's not what you're sure of, it's what you don't know". A phrase with a wealth of meaning.
Yesterday, there was an emergency at work. Nothing terrible, but still an emergency, and I had the fortune to run into Rich who pressed me into service without another thought. I had another fleeting thought - lunch - but clearly yet another roadblock existed between myself and the not far-off kitchen. Lunch would wait.
Outside I became EMT [wench] and once I assessed the situation, took over and got positioned to do head/neck stabilization. The position was exceedingly awkward, but almost every car accident is awkward and demands finding new and creative ways to access the patient. It wasn't long but it seemed to be forever, holding the patient's head and asking questions and being reassuring and getting w…

Subdivisions

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights

And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided

Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out

Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help to smooth
the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
the restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly

Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps

And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of
lighted streets on quiet nights...

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or …

Mercy Street

looking down on empty streets,
all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real

all of the buildings,
all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's head

she pictures the broken glass,
she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam

lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness... comes

nowhere in the corridors
of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day

there in the midst of it
so alive and alone
words support like bone

dreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again

dreaming of mercy st.
swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms

pulling out the papers
from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness,
word upon word

confessing all the secret things
in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he's the doctor
he can handle the shocks

dreaming of the tenderness
the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary's lips

dreaming of…

Only The Good Die Young

Come out Virginia, don't let me me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one

They showed you a statue and told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
But they never told you the price that you pay
For things that you might have done
Only the good die young

You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
But that never hurt no one

Come on Virginia show me a sign
Send up a signal I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
Never lets in the sun
And only the good die young

You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
And a cross of gold

But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information
You didn't count on me
When you were counting on your rosary

They say there's a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it's better but I say it ain't
I&#…

Easter

A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together
The noise of a distant farm machine
Out of the first light came

A tattered necklace of hedge end trees
On the southern side of the hill
Betrays where the border runs between
Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell

Easter here again, a time for the blind to see
Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free

Out of the port of Liverpool
Bound for the North of Ireland
The wash of the spray and horsetail waves
The roll of the sea below

And Easter here again, a time for the blind to see
Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free

What will you do?
Make a stone of your heart?
Will you set things right?
When you tear them apart?

Will you sleep at night?
With the plough and the stars alight?
What will you do?
With the wire and the gun?

That'll set things right
When it's said and done?
Will you sleep at night?
Is there so much love to hide?

Forgive, Forget Sing "Never again."

A Post A Day?

I'm suddenly thinking that I can make 365 posts for this year.

I don't always have something to say and there are plenty of posts that are articles or song lyrics or pictorials. But they are still posts and qualify as me saying something - it just may not be in my words. At the outset of the year I was not posting much at all and had thought that I was way beyond the point of managing to make this worthwhile. But in September, October and this month, I have averaged a much higher amount of posts. I had 57 for September, 44 for October and currently 43 for November, not including this one and the one entitled "Thanksgiving Weekend", which should be complete tonight.
Not bad.

November has more to go because there should be one song's lyrics every day. There are no shortages of material there, just the time to do it. And there are a multitude of subjects to be commented upon, but it is staggering how little time there is in the day to do it. Not to mention that some of…

(Don't Fear) the Reaper

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone

Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..
we can be like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone

Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...
Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...

Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...
Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...

We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...
saying don't be afraid

Come on bab…

I Have the Touch

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch

I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you

Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you

Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Pull my chin,
stroke my hair,
scratch my nose,
hug m…

A.W.A.D. - Eponyms - Words Coined After Someone

Eponyms -- AWAD's perennial favorites -- make their appearance once again.

If we featured nothing but eponyms every day it would be several years before we'd run out. There's a reason for their popularity: where else can you a find a whole story in just one word? And there's a reason for their abundance: it's often easiest to name something after its inventor.
This week's selection features words named after people -- famous and infamous, real and fictional, well-known and obscure.
pinchbeck
(PINCH-bek) noun
An alloy of zinc and copper, used as imitation gold in jewelry.
adjective
Counterfeit or spurious.

[After watchmaker Christopher Pinchbeck (1670-1732), who invented it. It's ironic that today his name is a synonym for something counterfeit but in his time his fame was worldwide, not only as the inventor of this curious alloy but also as a maker of musical clocks and orreries*. The composition of this gold-like alloy was a closely-guarded secret but it didn'…

An Interesting Survey

1. What time is it?
1354

2. What are your full names?
Aislinge Kellogg

3. What are you most afraid of :
Spiders

4. Place of birth?
Manhattan, New York

5. Favourite food?
Hawai'ian pizza

6. Your hair colour now?
Reddish brown

7. Have you travelled?
Yes

8. Do you scrunch or fold (toilet paper)?
Fold

9. Love someone so much it made you cry?
Yes

10. Been in a car accident?
Yes. 1 September 2001

11. BMW or Mercedes Benz
Neither. Acura

12. Favourite day of the week?
Monday

13. Favourite Restaurant?
The Garlic Rose

14. Favourite Flower?
None

15. Favourite sport to watch?
Olympics, the ONLY sport I will watch

16. Favourite Drink?
Hot tea

17. Favourite ice cream?
Red Bean

18. Disney or Warner Brothers?
Warner Brothers!

19. Favourite fast food restaurant?
None

20. What colour is your bedroom carpet?
Faded burgundy

21. How many times you failed your driver's test?
Never

22. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail?
Harry Trebilcox, my father

23. What do you do most often when you are bored?

Iris

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I…

The King of Sunset Town

A ragged man came shuffling through
A puppet king on the 4th of June
And butterflies from all around
Settled on his paper crown

A pretty sight it seemed to be
An avenue of eternal peace
But he said, "What is here can soon burn down..."
"I'm the king of sunset town"

Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
"That's the law round here"
Said the king of sunset town

And in the night he comes to me
And the square becomes a battlefield
Of staring eyes that can't explain
The insanity and the greater game

Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
"That's the law round here"
Said the king of sunset town

A ragged man came shuffling through
The corridors of this white place
And as he lay his body down
I saw the scars that lined his face

And injured souls came to his bed
To hear the stories he would tell
Of butterflies and summertimes
And everyone assembled here

Remembers …

Way To Go, David & Dorita!

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Quality goods a magnet for museum's bazaar


Ernst Lamothe Jr. Staff writer


(November 19, 2007) — Several times Sunday, David Reyen turned his booth into a mobile dressing room. As he held out a large mirror at every angle, women modeled pieces of his hand-dyed silk and wool clothing that they had just purchased. David Reyen of Baldwinsville holds the mirror for Carol Graziano of Irondequoit as she tries on a capelet at the Rochester science museum's Holiday Bazaar. Reyen runs Reyen Design Studios with his wife, Dorita."Clothing is just another word for costume. So we're here to help people pick what kind of costume they want to wear for any particular day," said Reyen of Baldwinsville, Onondaga County, who runs Reyen Design Studios with his wife, Dorita.


With Christmas music softly playing the background, hundreds of people sifted through crafts, bought jewelry and tried on garments at the 37th annual Holiday Bazaar.


Hosted by the Rochester Museum & Science Cent…

A Change

Ten years living in a paperbag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer
Mercedes rule, and a rented lear

Botton feeder insincere
Prophet lo-fi pioneer
Sell the house and go to school
Get a young girlfriend, daddy's jewel

A change would do you good
A change would do you good
God's little gift is on the rag
Poster girl posing in a fashion mag

Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde
Wear your fake fur on the inside
Queen of south beach, aging blues
Dinner's at six, wear your cement shoes

I thought you were singing your heart out to me
Your lips were syncing and now I see
A change would do you good
A change would do you good

Chasing dragons with plastic swords
Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm calling Buddy on the ouija board

I've been thinking 'bout catching a train
Leave my phone machine by the radar range
Hello it's me, I'm not at home
If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone

A cha…

Every Day is a Winding Road

I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice
He was high on intellectualism
I've never been there but the brochure looks nice

Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low,
These are the days when anything goes

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

He's got a daughter he calls Easter
She was born on a Tuesday night
I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone
Why I'm a stranger in my own life

Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

I've been living in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening

Everyd…

Headlock

Distant flickering, greener scenery.
This weather's bringing it all back again.
Great adventures, faces and condensation.
I'm going outside to take it all in.

You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.

We're a different pair, do something out of step.
Throw a stranger an unexpected smile...with big intention.
Still posted at your station.
Always on about the day it should have flied.

You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.

Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.

Been walking, you've been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've sti…

Pon De Replay

come mr. dj, song pon de replay
come mr. dj, won't you turn the music up
all the gyal pon the dance floor
wantin some more what

come mr. dj won't you turn the music up
[verse:]

It goes one by one, even two by two
everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
lets go dip it low then you bring it up slow
wind it up one time wind it back once more

[pre-hook:]
run, run, run, run

everybody move

runlemme see you move and

rock it til the grooves

doneshake it til the moon becomes the sun (sun)

everybody in the club give me a run (run)

if you ready to move say it (yeah yeah)
one time for your mind say it (yeah yeah)
well i'm ready for ya come let me show ya
you want to groove im'a show you how to move

come come[hook x2:]come mr. dj song pon de replay
come rr. dj won't you turn the music up
all the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what
come mr. dj won't you turn the music up[b-sec x2:]

hey mr.please mr. dj
tell me if you hear me
turn the music up

[verse 2:]

it goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2
every…

Absinthe

November 12, 2007
Connections

Absinthe Returns in a Glass Half Full of Mystique and Misery
By EDWARD ROTHSTEIN, NY Times

Dear reader!

Should this column impress you as being more than usually lyrical, recalling perhaps the imagery and elegance of poetry by Baudelaire or Verlaine; should it seem a bit decadent, redolent of Oscar Wilde’s withering hauteur; should it have a touch of madness or perversity, combining, say, the tastes of Toulouse-Lautrec with the passions of van Gogh; should it simply sound direct and forceful and knowing like one of Ernest Hemingway’s characters; should it do any or all of that, let me credit something that each of these figures fervently paid tribute to: the green fairy, the green goddess, the green muse, the glaucous witch, the queen of poisons.
Absinthe.

For this column was conceived under the influence of a green-colored, high-proof herbal liquor that was illegal in the United States for more than 95 years. And not just here, for when that mini-Prohibition be…

A History of Postal Codes!

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I was reading my 1958 Old Farmers Amanac by Robert B. Thomas (who is, of course, long dead, but still has his name on the front cover of every single one of these, all 215. Well, maybe it is 216, now. The 2008 Almanac came out in September. They have for a long time, too. That is not a recent change to the Almanac.


What struck me was the adverts in it. Inside where all these cheesy adverts with weird drawings that are so hallmark of the 50s and the addresses were there. They all looked like this:
Joseph Harris Co. 295 Moreston Farm Rochester 11, N.Y.

Anything look strange about that address? Like the postal code is part of the town name, and not five to nine digits. I knew that the postal code system was not always in place, but I did not realise that as late as 1958 it wasn't in place! 1963, same thing - Chicago 10, Ill. 1964, 1966, ah-ha! 1967 - the addresses look like this:

Alonzo O. Bliss Medical Co. Washington, D.C. 20013
Most states seemed to have adopted this system, but there is a…

Don't Miss This Amazing Sight!

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The e-mail came from Bill Watson, a retired Buffalo science teacher who divides his time today between bird watching and astronomy. In astronomical circles, Watson is best known as a world class recorder of meteor showers, but his message this time called my attention to a remarkable comet whose sudden outburst has made it visible to the naked eye.
This extraordinary solar phenomenon is called Comet Holmes or officially Comet 17P/1892 V1. Alan MacRobert of Sky and Telescope astronomy magazine called its appearance “an extraordinary event not to miss.”

Despite our recent series of clear skies, I couldn’t follow up Watson’s suggestion until a few days ago. But then when I searched the sky, there was the comet, a kind of blurry smudge, quite distinct in appearance from the nearby twinkling stars. My eyes are not good and there is a great deal of light pollution in my neighborhood; even so, I could see it with naked eyes. With binoculars, I could then make out much greater detail.

You too…

Goodnight and Go

Say goodnight and go.

Skipping beats,
blushing cheeks
I am struggling
Daydreaming,
bed scenes
in the corner café
And then I'm left in bits
recovering tectonic tremblings
You get me every time

Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well

Say goodnight and go

Follow you home,
you've got your headphones on
and you're dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot
you taking everything off
watch the curtains wide open
Then you fall in the same routine
flicking through the TV relaxed and reclining
And you think you're alone...

Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well

Say goodnight and go

One of these days,
you'll miss your train
and come stay with me
We'll have drinks
and talk about things,
any excuse to stay awake with you
You'll sleep here,
I'll sleep there,
but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience;
we&…