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The Last Post of November

Now... how scary is that?

When did it become December? How did the last eleven just zip by? I must say that while there were some really good points and accomplishments and positive things that happened this year, there were some really huge, life-altering, megative events that shattered the comfortable, happy, blessed life that I had. And sure, there are people who have had a much worse year than I; but this was a really bad one for me.
At the end of the last few years, I hear myself saying it will be a new year and it will be great. Everything will be different. Yes, I was right about one thing. Everything was certainly different. And not really in a good, happy, the lights are shining, everyone's smiling kind of way. I don't want to say that this New Year's Eve. In fact, I think I will ride on New Years Eve just to not think about these things!
Regardless, I can't believe the year is careening to a close. Did I miss it? How'd pass by so quickly?
I don't know. I …

The Thin Wall

The sound is on the visions move
The image dance starts once again
They shuffle with a bovine grace
And glide in syncopation

Just living lines from books we've read
With atmospheres of days gone by
With paper smiles
The screenplay calls a message for the nation

And those who sneer will fade and die
And those who laugh will surely fall
And those who know will always
Feel their backs against the thin wall
The thin wall
Thin wall

Grey men who speak of victory
Shed light upon their stolen life
They drive by night and act
As if they're moved by unheard music

To step in time and play the part
With velvet voices smooth and cold
Their power games a game no more
And long the chance to use it

And those who dance will spin and turn
And those who wait will wait no more
And those talk will hear the word
And those who sneer will fade and die
And those who laugh will surely fall
And those who know will always
Feel their backs against the thin wall
The thin wall
Thin wall
The thin wall

And those who dance
The thin wall
And th…

Venus in a Love Triangle

Someone posted this:

"O, how complicated our heavenly bodies, how lovely their trysts, how ephemeral their passings!
Forgive me my waxing poetical, but this is astronomy, and if the Moon can wax, so can I.
But what I said is true, and you can see it for yourself: take a walk outside over the next few evenings. In the west, just after sunset, Venus and Jupiter grace our skies.Over the course of several nights, as Venus orbits the Sun it appears to be slowly moving eastward, approaching Jupiter. It’s very pretty, and on December 1 the thin crescent Moon will join them!
Even better, for viewers in Europe and NW Africa, on December 1st at 15:50 GMT, the Moon will pass directly in front of Venus! This does not happen very often, so if you get a chance and have clear skies, you should take a look. Watching Venus disappear behind the Moon is something I’ve only seen once, and it’s very cool."
I love that. And I have seen the tryst between Venus and Jupiter and it is a sight to behold. T…

I'm Going Slightly Mad

When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear

Are they trying to tell you something
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue

I'm going slightly mad, I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - oooh oh
It finally happened... I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

I'm one card short of a full deck
I'm not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
I'm not my usual top billing

I'm coming down with a fever
I'm really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think I'm a banana tree
Oh dear

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - uh huh

It finally happened...
I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

I'm knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast it's true
I'm driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about…

Virtuality

Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea
Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship Fantasy
I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land
I can see the footprints in the virtual sand

Net boy, net girl
Send your signal 'round the world
Let your fingers walk and talk
And set you free

Net boy, net girl
Send your impulse 'round the world
Put your message in a modem
And throw it in the Cyber Sea

Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space
Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race
I can save the universe in a grain of sand
I can hold the future in my virtual hand

Let's dance tonight
To a virtual song
Press this key
And you can play along

Let's fly tonight
On our virtual wings
Press this key
To see amazing things

Like a pair of vagabonds
Who wave between two passing trains
Or the glimpse of a woman's smile
Through a window in the rain

I can smell her perfume
I can taste her lips
I can feel the voltage
From her fingertips

Net boy, net girl
Send your heartbeat round the world

Fun Facts About New Jersey

Facts about NJ...
(If you've ever lived in Jersey... you'll appreciate this!)

New Jersey is a peninsula.Highlands,New Jersey has the highest elevation along the entire eastern seaboard, from Maine to Florida.
New Jersey is the only state where all of its counties are classified as metropolitan areas.
New Jersey has more race horses than Kentucky.

New Jersey has more Cubans in Union City (1 sq mi.) than Havana, Cuba.

New Jersey has the densest system of highways and railroads in the US.

New Jersey has the highest cost of living, the highest cost of auto insurance and also has the highest property taxes in the nation.
New Jersey has the most diners in the world and is sometimes referred to as the "Diner Capital of the World."
New Jersey is home to the original Mystery Pork Parts Club (no, not Spam): Taylor Ham or Pork Roll.
Home to the less mysterious but the best Italian hot dogs and Italian sausage w/peppers and onions.
North Jersey has the most shopping malls in one area in th…

A.W.A.D. - Not-So-Common Words

Most of the words we feature here in AWAD are nouns, adjectives, and verbs. We have also discussed many adverbs. We have even featured a whole week of prepositions -- but not a single conjunction.
It's as if we had unknowingly been committing asyndeton, the fancy word for for omission of conjunctions, as in "I came, I saw, I conquered." The word is from Greek an- (not) + syndetos (bound together). On the other hand, if one is extravagant with conjunctions, as in "Uncle Charlie gobbled cookies and bagels and pizza and pasta," it's called polysyndeton.
It's time to redress the years of injustice and neglect of conjunctions in AWAD. We'll bring this overlooked part of speech into the limelight. This week let's look at five not-so-common conjunctions.
argal
PRONUNCIATION: (AHR-guhl)
MEANING: conjunction, adverb: Therefore.

ETYMOLOGY: By alteration of the Latin ergo (therefore). The word argal is usually used to indicate that the reasoning presented is lud…

Dog Years

In a dog's life
A year is really more like seven
And all too soon a canine
Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven

It seems to me
As we make our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one

Dog years... It's the season of the itch
Dog years... With every scratch it reappears

In the dog days
People look to Sirius
Dogs cry for the moon
But these connections are mysterious

It seems to me
While it's true that every dog will have his day
When all the bones are buried
There is barely time to go outside and play

Dog years... It's the season of the itch
Dog years... With every scratch it reappears
Dog years... For every sad son of a bitch
Dog years... With his tail between his ears

I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
Or a span of geological time
Than be living in these dog years
In a dog's brain

A constant buzz of low level static
One sniff at the hydrant
And the answer is automatic
It seems to me

As well make our own few circles
'Round the block
We&…

Show Me, Don't Tell Me

How many times do you hear it?
It goes on all day long
Everyone knows everything
And no one's ever wrong
Until later...

Who can you believe?
It's hard to play it safe
But apart from a few good friends
We don't take anything on faith
Until later

...Show...don't tell...

(Show me, don't tell me)
You've figured out the score
(Show me, don't tell me)
I've heard it all before
(Show me, don't tell me)
I don't care what you say
(Show me, don't tell me)

You can twist perceptions
Reality won't budge
You can raise objections
I will be the judge
And the jury

I'll give it due reflection
Watching from the fence
Give the jury direction
Based on the evidence
I, the jury

(Show me, don't tell me)
Hey, order in the court
(Show me, don't tell me)
Let's try to keep it short
(Show me, don't tell me)
Enough of your demands
(Show me, don't tell me)
Witness take the stand
(Show me, don't tell me)

(Show me, don't tell me)
Hey, order in the court
(Show me, don't tell…

The Speed of Love

Love is born with lightning bolts
Electro-magnetic force
Burning skin and fireworks
A storm on a raging course

Like a force of nature
Love can fade with the stars at dawn
Sometimes it takes all your strength
Just to keep holding on

At the speed of love
A radiance that travels
At the speed of love
My heart goes out to you

Love is born with solar flares
From two magnetic poles
It moves towards a higher plane
Where two halves make two wholes

Like a force of nature
Love shines in many forms
One night we are bathed in light
One day carried away in the storms

At the speed of love
Nothing changes faster
Than the speed of love
My heart goes out to you

We don't have to talk
We don't even have to touch
I can feel your presence
In the silence that we share

Got to keep moving
At the speed of love
Nothing changes faster
Than the speed of love

Got to keep on shining
At the speed of love
Nothing changes faster
Than the speed of love

At the speed of love
A radiance that travels
At the speed of love
My heart goes out to you

Turn the Page

Nothing can survive in a vacuum
No one can exists all alone
We pretend things only happen to strangers
We've all got problems of our own

It's enough to learn to share our pleasures
We can't soothe pain with sympathy
All that we can do is be reminded
We shake our heads at the tragedy

Every day we're standing in a time capsule
Racing down a river from the past
Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel
Facing down the future coming fast

Looking at the long range forecast
Catching all the names in the news
Checking out the state of the nation
Learning the environmental blues

Truth is after all a moving target
Hairs to split, and pieces that don't fit
How can anybody be enlightened?
Truth is after all so poorly lit

It's just the age
It's just a stage
We disengage
We turn the page

Every day we're standing in a time capsule
(It's just a stage)
We disengage, we turn the page
Racing down the river running fast

Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel
(It's just a stage)
We d…

Mystic Rhythms

So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know, things I wonder
Things I'd like to say

The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone...

Mystic rhythms
Capture my thoughts
Carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day

Mystic rhythms
Under northern lights
Or the African sun
Primitive things stir
The hearts of everyone

We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of what's beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?

More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained

Mystic rhythms
Capture my thoughts
Carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way

Mystic rhythms
Under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And wonder what they are

Mystic rhythms
Capture my thoughts
Carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way

Mystic rhythms
Under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the push and pull
Of restless rhythms from afar

Between the Wheels

To live between a rock and a hard place
In between time
Cruising in prime time

Soaking up the cathode rays
To live between the wars in our time
Living in real timeHolding the good time
Holding on to yesterdays

You know how that rabbit feels
Going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
But the wheels of time
Just pass you by

Wheels can take you around
Wheels can cut you down
We can go from boom to bust
From dreams to a bowl of dust

We can fall from rockets' red glare
Down to "Brother can you spare..."
Another warAnother wasteland
And another lost generation

It slips between your hands like water
This living in real timeA dizzying lifetime
Reeling by on celluloid
Struck between the eyes
By the big-time world
Walking uneasy streets
Hiding beneath the sheets
Got to try and fill the void

Wheels can take you around
Wheels can cut you down
We can go from boom to bust
From dreams to a bowl of dust

A GREAT Reply to Taking the Fun Out of Dysfunctional

My father (biological) wrote me this: I have to say your family day sounds like fun (if you’re totally into masochism. Once one realizes that for two millennia the Roman Catholic church has been the avowed enemy of progress, all progress, in all fields; religion, medicine, free will, freedom of thought (there’s a no-brainer, thinking thought could be controllable), name it. For twenty years I taught at College Misericordia, run by the Sisters of Mercy (the oxymoron of all time). The student body was 90-95% R.C., and totally ignorant of any and all tenets of their religion. I took great pleasure in horrifying (and occasionally, terrifying) them. They sat there in fear and trembling waiting for the lightening bolt from an outraged Deity to come through the window and reduce me to a pile of “cremains.” (Hate that word!) It, need I add, never happened. My favorite was when we got to the 14th century Great Schism when, at one point, there were three popes in Europe and I asked what American f…

The Plan of God versus My Accomplishments

I'm still stewing over Luis' family, especially the remarks about God having had this all planned out since before the stars were formed. Oh... My... God... (no pun intended). I was thinking about this while driving home. Unfortunately, it seems to always be lurking in the back of my mind.
I worked my ass off to get to where I am now. And even when I got it, it wasn't easy. Not that anything worth having should be, but honestly, when someone tells me that this was all preordained, I feel like they are taking credit from me and handing it to God. What happened to "God helps those who help themselves"? Apparently, Luis' family does not agree with me. Luis doesn't agree with them, thank the gods.
Don't misunderstand me, in general I really found Stewart very sweet and likable. It was that comment that really made me crazy. I don't care if he is the most unbelievable right wing I-love-Bush guy. I don't care that he is pro-life. He is entitled to his…

A.W.A.D. - Word Medley

I love words. It's something I gave up my career in software for. Every morning when I wake up I can't wait to begin exploring words and writing about them. I've been doing that for 14 years and wouldn't want to be doing anything else.
Having said that, there are times when I feel I have to be ready to feed this beast -- A.Word.A.Day -- week after week after week. It opens its hungry maw every Monday and I had better be ready with another serving of juicy, delicious words.
I do my best to come up with new recipes, new arrangements, new flavors. There are times, however, when I just have to reach into my grab-bag of loose words and offer them while I think of a new topic. It's one of those weeks.
Enjoy this medley of words while I get back to the word lab putting finishing touches to next week's material. logy
PRONUNCIATION: (LO-gee)
MEANING: adjective: Lethargic, groggy

ETYMOLOGY: Perhaps from Dutch log (heavy)

prolix
PRONUNCIATION: (pro-LIKS, PRO-liks)
MEANING: adjecti…

Hiking the Pacific Trail Part VIII

Hi all-

9/22-9/29
Days hiked: 7
Days off: 1
Miles hiked this section: 120
Total PCT miles hiked: 1504
Total PCT miles left to hike: 1159
Pounds lost: 23

This next section, I'll cross over the halfway point in my hike! I have 450 miles left to go to get to Soda Springs, and then 709 miles of Southern California (the desert section) left to do next April and May. It amazes me when I realize that most thruhikers will have finished all 2663 miles of the trail by now, in one continuous hike. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
I started out from Ashland, heading south. It feels different heading south -- feels like I'm going the wrong way. The sun is always in my face, since it's a little bit south in the sky at this time of the year. The only long distance hikers still on the trail this far south from Canada are, like me, making up sections that they decided to skip because of the smoke and wildfires. I've only met 3 others doing this, and a few section hikers. A sma…

Countdown

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline

Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams

Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon

Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount

The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras
The cars full of spectators pass

Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology... high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud

A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground

Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers hig…

Red Barchetta

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law

And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine

Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time

I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime

WindIn my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge...

Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome

The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside

A gleaming alloy air car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race

Go…

A.W.A.D. - Amalgam of Two Other Words

A portmanteau is a blend -- a word formed by combining two (or more) words. Lewis Carroll gave this name to such a word in "Through the Looking-Glass". As Humpty Dumpty explained to Alice, "You see it's like a portmanteau -- there are two meanings packed up into one word." A portmanteau is a travel bag that opens into two hinged compartments.
Carroll himself coined some fine portmanteaux such as chortle (chuckle + snort), and slithy (slimy + lithe). We have been using this fusion technique to coin names for countries: Tanzania (Tanganyika + Zanzibar), celebrities: Brangelina (Brad Pitt + Angelina Jolie), products: camcorder (camera + recorder), and beyond.
This week we'll see five words, each of which is an amalgam of two other words.
advertorial
PRONUNCIATION: (ad-vuhr-TOR-ee-uhl)
MEANING: noun: A newspaper or magazine ad resembling editorial content in style and layout.
ETYMOLOGY: Blend of advertisement + editorial. The radio/television equivalent of an adverto…

Natural Science

[1. Tide Pools]
When the ebbing tide retreats
Along the rocky shoreline
It leaves a trail of tidal pools
In a short-lived galaxy

Each microcosmic planet
A complete society
A simple kind mirror
To reflect upon our own

All the busy little creatures
Chasing out their destinies
Living in their pools
They soon forget about the sea...

Wheels within wheels in a spiral array
A pattern so grand and complex
Time after time we lose sight of the way
Our causes can't see their effects

[2. Hyperspace]
A quantum leap forward
In time and in space
The universe learned to expand
The mess and the magic

Triumphant and tragic
A mechanized world out of hand
Computerized clinic
For superior cynics

Who dance to a synthetic band
In their own image
Their world is fashioned
No wonder they don't understand

[3. Permanent Waves]
Science, like nature
Must also be tamed
With a view towards its preservation
Given the same

State of integrity
It will surely serve us well
Art as expression
Not as market campaigns

Will still capture our imaginations
Gi…

The Trees

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light

But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light'

Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw

Bastille Day

There's no bread, let them eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth

But they're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel and let his kingdom rise

Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow as they rode by

And we're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Sing, oh choirs of cacophony
The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise

Lessons taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast

For they marched up to Bastille Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power isn't all that money buys

Don't Know Why

I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come

When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever

Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstacy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road alone

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever

Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come

Taking the Fun Out of Dysfunctional

Where my mother's family made huge strides forward this weekend, I realised how lucky we are to have Luis as he is. His family is... well... I just don't know. Staggeringly religious. Enormously right-wing conservatives that make the conservative people I know raging liberals. It was an educational and scary evening.
Anna and Kirk were the first to get here this afternoon and it is always a pleasure and treat to see them. We were chatting about different things when Luis' and Anna's father, Luis Augusto, came up... that must have been around 1630. He and his siblings, Lucia, Isabel and Iggy, had gone into NYC Friday night and yesterday and when he got in he took a nap. He was very late for his nap - he usually takes it around 1230 and gets up around 1400 but this time he got in later than his wake up time.
When he came up we started a new conversation. We were rolling along with that when Iggy came with Lucia, Gustavo and Stewart. Lucia is Luis' and Anna's aunt, …

The Virtue Song

I ran along the highway and looked under all the trees
I crawled through every hither and yon and blistered both me knees
I even went to chapel and looked under every pew
It's surely gone bejeezus and I don't know what to do

Won't somebody help me look for it
We'll search until the dawn
For it seems I've lost me virtue
And I don't know where it's gone

Me father says it's precious and to guard it with me life
To save it up and give it away to the man who calls me wife
He says I daren't sell it, it's a mortal sin they say
So now that I've lost it, surely there'll be hell to pay

Won't somebody help me look for it
We'll search until the dawn
For it seems I've lost me virtue
And I don't know where it's gone

My mother says a good girl keeps it tight between her thighs
But nevertheless, it has no colour, shape or even size!
I looked and looked for hours there but nothing could be found
So I guess I must have dropped it and it's some here a…

The Catholic Church in the 14th Century

I'm reading a really great book entitled A Distant Mirror. It is a book about the 14th century written by Barbara Tuchman and highly recommended to me by my father. I'm into the second chapter and enjoying it thoroughly. Here is an interesting paragraph from it:
"Money could buy any kind of dispensations to legitimize children, of which the majority were those of preists and prelates;* to divide a corpse for the favoured custom of burial in two or more places; to permit nuns to keep two maids; to permit a converted Jew to visit his unconverted parents; to marry within the permitted degree of consanguinity (with a sliding scale of fees with the second, third and fourth degrees); to trade with the infidel Moslem (with a fee required for each ship on a scale according to cargo); to received stolen goods up to a specific value. The collection and accounting of all these sums, largely handled through Italian bankers, made the physical counting of cash a common sight in the papa…

Jewels

Come my fine gentles and listen to me
I'll sing you a song that will fill you with glee
About a young maiden who wed in the fall
She married a man who had no jewels at all

No jewels at all, no jewels at all
She married a man who had no jewels at all

The night of the wedding she leapt into bed
Aware of the venture that may lay ahead
She reached for her husband, he was so small
She reached for his jewels, he had no jewels at all

No jewels at all, no jewels at all
She married a man who had no jewels at all

"Oh, mother, oh, mother, oh, what shall I do?
I've married a man who is unable to woo.
For many long years I avoided the call
Now I've married a man who has no jewels at all."

No jewels at all, no jewels at all
She married a man who had no jewels at all

"Oh, daughter, oh, daughter, now don't feel so sad.
I had the same trouble with your dear old dad.
There's a fine young jeweler who will answer the call
Of the wife of a man who has no jewels at all."

No jewels at all,…

Ball of Revel Grove

Singin' a balls to your partner
Backs against the wall
If you cannot score at Revel Grove
You cannot score at all

This laddy here
Well, a ballin' he did go
He couldn't find a partner
Now his balls are indigo

Singin' a balls to your partner
Backs against the wall
If you cannot score at Revel Grove
You cannot score at all

This guy went a ballin'
And he impressed all the class
When he showed off his equipment
It was made of brass

Singin' a balls to your partner
Backs against the wall
If you cannot score at Revel Grove
You cannot score at all

This guy went a ballin'
And he was all the talk
For when he was finished
He could hardly walk

Singin' a balls to your partner
Backs against the wall
If you cannot score at Revel Grove
You cannot score at all

They swing when he walks
But he doesn't like to gloat
Ask him to commit
And they leap into his throat

Singin' a balls to your partner
Backs against the wall
If you cannot score at Revel Grove
You cannot score at all

This guy went a ballin'…

A.W.A.D. - Uncommon Prepositions

Prepositions don't get much respect. Nouns, verbs, adjectives... those are the words we usually pay attention to. Who has ever looked up in a thesaurus to find a better preposition? Who has complimented an author on his choice of prepositions? They might as well be invisible.
Yet prepositions are some of the most important parts of the sentence. They work to connect various parts. And if you have any doubt about the role or importance of these hard-working nuts and bolts of a language, ask anyone who has tried to learn a new language. Prepositions are among the hardest to master.
Literally speaking, a preposition is something that is positioned before a noun. These are little words, such as in, to, of, up, for, etc., though they are not always a single syllable. There are some pretty long ones: amongst, concerning, notwithstanding. And there are some fancy prepositions (contra, cum, a la, and so on). This week we'll see some of the uncommon prepositions, words that tell the noun…

All For A Snog

Well, it's all for a snog, A teeny, tiny snog
Please put me flat on my back-O
Before I begin, he is done and turning in
So across my little village I do wander...

I went to the mill, the jolly, jolly mill
And begged my little favour of the miller
He could not grind y corn, for his stone it was too worn
And his wheel was lookin' out for better weather

Well, it's all for a snog, A teeny, tiny snog
Please put me flat on my back-O
Before I begin, he is done and turning in
So across my little village I do wander...

I went to the church, the jolly, jolly church
And begged my little favour of the preacher
His sermon made me wilt,
But his sacriment was spilt
And his blessing was lookin' out for better weather

And, it's all for a snog, A teeny, tiny snog
Please put me flat on my back-O
Before I begin, he is done and turning in
So across my little village I do wander...

I went to the barn, the jolly, jolly barn
To beg a little favour of the potter
His skill it made me sigh,
But his clay it made me …

Roe and Boston Legal

I've rarely had occasion to disagree with Boston Legal, but this time I definitely not okay with their opinions here. Wel, until the end. Then Alan Shore said a lot of good points to support Roe v. Wade. I was relieved.
The episode opened up with a 15-year-old girl who hired Alan Shore to get her a judicial bypass to overrule her mother's not giving parental consent to have an abortion. Alan agreed to take it when Denny Crane said something about helping the girl to "burn in hell forever". Good for him! I can't believe anyone would say such a bizarre thing.
Well, when Alan went to Shirley to have her on the case, she was not interested in doing it. She said that she is a parent and knows that once down this road, it haunts you forever. I almost launched myself off of the couch. I am one of many women who has been down this road, and it was the best thing I ever did for myself and for a kid, bar none. I am hugely prochoice for a reason. I hated the idea of having ch…

Drug

Yes, drug.

What are you thinking when you read that word? Don't tell me, let me guess... marijuana. Cocaine. Meth amphitamines. Herione? How about pills? Hydrocodone? Oxycontin? Something in a the 'pams? Lorazipam, Clomidapam? Possibly lithium?
I know what you weren't thinking. Drug - the past tense of drag.

I bet you didn't know that. Neither did I until I worked at USII and it showed up in a disciplinary report. Ye gods. "So-and-so drug a pallet across the warehouse..." Say what? Yes, that's right. Apparently the past tense taught in school, dragged, is not actually correct. Whoops. How did I miss that?
This was a supervisor.

How does anyone learn such appalling language skills? How does this go on? Shouldn't someone hear this and say something? I managed to not say anything, biting holes in my tongue all the while. It was a physical effort. Not to mention the first time I read the report I had to close my office door so that someone wouldn't walk by…

The Drummer Girl

Something for Veterans - thank you!

I was brought up in Dublin Town and when I was sixteen
I ran away to seek me pay and a soldier I became

With me fine cap and feathers, likewise me rattle and drum
They learned me to play upon the ra-ba-da-ba-dum
With a me gentle waist so slender, me finger long and small
To play upon the ra-ba-dum the best of them all

So boldly did I fight me boys, although I'm but a lass
I fought so long, I fought so hard I liked them in the --
Buttoning up me trousers, twas often did I smile
To think I lay with a tousand men and a maiden all the while

With me fine cap and feathers, likewise me rattle and drum
They learned me to play upon the ra-ba-da-ba-dum
With a me gentle waist so slender, me finger long and small
To play upon the ra-ba-dum the best of them all


They never found me secret out until this very hour
When they sent me off to London to be sentry o'er the Tower
When a young girl fell in love with me and found out I was a maid
She ran unto me captain and me secre…

Trooper

A maid and her mother lived under the hill
Nonny Nonny Nonny No
They had good ale and beer for to sell
Nonny No, Nonny No, Nonny Nonny Nonny No

There was a trooper, came riding by
Nonny Nonny Nonny No
He called for ale so plentiful
Nonny No, Nonny No, Nonny Nonny Nonny No

When one pot was out he called for another
Nonny Nonny Nonny No
He kissed the daughter before the mother
Nonny No, Nonny No, Nonny Nonny Nonny No

When night time came, they went to bed
Nonny Nonny Nonny No
It was with the mother's own consent
Nonny No, Nonny No, Nonny Nonny Nonny No

What is this, quoth she, so stiff and warm?
Nonny Nonny Nonny No
'Tis but my horse, he'll do you no harm
Nonny No, Nonny No, Nonny Nonny Nonny No

What is this, quoth he; quoth she "Tis a well
Nonny Nonny Nonny No
Where that your horse can drink his fill
Nonny No, Nonny No, Nonny Nonny Nonny No

But what if my horse should chance slip in?
Nonny Nonny Nonny No
Grab hold of the grass growing round the brim
Nonny No, Nonny No, Nonny Nonny Nonny No

But wh…

Grace

Read this Web site with a post called "Grace". It will be worth it, believe me.
http://lauriekendrick.wordpress.com/

I have said all the things that she did but at separate times. I've been unemployed and felt the loser logo hanging over my head. I have been at the lowest point especially when without employment, and I know that feeling all too well. I have said more than once that the strange political fervor that I see is so foriegn to me. She wonders what people think Obama will do for them; I wonder why my coworker had a total meltdown over the outcome of the presidential election. Did a Democrat run over his dog?
I certainly agree that Obama has no chance of fixing all of the issues. No one can. And I don't know that he can fix anything. I don't know if his wife is the bigot that everyone says she is. I can't believe anyone when it comes to statements about McCain or Obama because there is much more misinformation than information floating around out there.…

Weight Loss and A Night Out

Yesterday was some day!

I got up around 0630, watched a bit of telly with the main man, then got up at 0905 and showered fast. I was just getting ready to get out the door when Greg called. I love him but I couldn't get him off the phone! I raced over to the chiropractor, was massaged, then twisted into a pretzel. I ran out of there and headed to my parents' house.
We had breakfast and then went visit Ma in St. Joseph's Hospital. I'm not crazy about religious hospitals or any place run by one religious group and frightningly enough, there is a crucifix on the wall.. because that is what I want to look at when I am in a hospital room... a dead guy nailed to a cross. Uh-huh. There is faith and there is positive thinking and then... a crucifix. This doesn't seem weird, negative and just a little depressing?
Well, anyway, despite the horror of seeing crucifixes on the walls in every room, it seems to be a pretty okay hospital. The rooms could use a paint job, but the faci…

Pro-ana is REAL?!

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Ray and I are watching Boston Legal on his telly, with my third season set of DVDs. The episode was called "The Nutcrackers" and among all the other fun and games, such as Alan defending the parents of two singing daughters, all of whom are white supremecists... yikes. Or a woman suing God for the death of her husband. But this one...
A woman who knows Denny Crane came up to him in a restaurant (she was a waitress there) and asked him to help her. Her teenage daughter is anorexic and she wants to have her go to therapy and get better.
Makes sense - anorexia nervosa is a terrible disease. It is a psychological condition, not a physical one but the visible manifesation is one of a too-thin person (I say person because while much less prevalent, men do get anorexia nervosa. Crazy (no pun intended) but ture). Someone who looks like a corpse has anorexia or bulemia (related but with an added element of methodology for extreme weight loss). Well, that or they live in a country with …