Monday, October 31, 2005

DO THIS:

The rules:
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas…
5. Tag five people to do the same.

My 23rd post was about the irony of my son's football team's mascot being the cardinals and playing a catholic team:

"I instantly laughed and thought of a great t-shirt design that I'm sure would NOT be school sanctioned."

I guess I am a jovial person who is very visual and enjoys good design. I would like for those around me to be happy, so I share my laughter, maybe too broadly, possibly with people who don't care or want to laugh. I am also overly concerned about authority and what other people may think.

Friday, October 28, 2005



One HOT Poem!

I SHALL SEEK AND FIND YOU...

I SHALL TAKE YOU TO BED AND HAVE MY WAY WITH YOU...

I WILL MAKE YOU ACHE, SHAKE AND SWEAT UNTIL YOU MOAN AND GROAN...

I WILL MAKE YOU BEG FOR MERCY...

BEG FOR ME TO STOP...

I WILL EXHAUST YOU TO THE POINT THAT YOU WILL BE RELIEVED WHEN I'M FINISHED WITH YOU...

AND YOU WILL BE WEAK FOR DAYS...

ALL MY LOVE,


THE FLU

Now get your mind out of the gutter.............. and,...

GO GET YOUR FLU SHOT !

Sunday, October 23, 2005


Baby's Gone

Conway Twitty sang a song about signs which indicated that his relationship with his wife or girlfriend was over called Baby's Gone(certainly there have been other similar themed songs in the country genre, but this is the standard by which all other Baby's Gone knock-offs are measured) I can't help but recall those words when I look at our 7th grade son and see signs of him maturing. Baby's Gone. In my thoughts those words don't express the same sentiment that Conway sang in front of a backdrop of crying steel guitar(my relationship with Holden is evolving but I think it's still in tact), but they just seem to fit as I see our 13 year old baby growing up and gettin gone. And there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Oh, this is no surprise to me(I'm not in TOTAL denial of reality) since I have regularly seen him reaching milestones in his life. But the reason it's such a fresh topic with me is that Holden just came upon another milestone on Friday. Probably not a major one(somehow they all seem major), but certainly another indicator that Baby's Gone. Holden had a friend over and they spent most of Friday evening and the next day talking to girls on AIM!!!!, an instant messaging center for AOL(hope it's not costing me anything, I'm not an AOL guy). In addition to that change is a bi-product annoyance: Where once I had a peaceful reign over our computer,...now, just since Friday, I have been demanded, begged and bribed off the computer just so he can see who's online. Peace has turned into a scheduling nightmare for time on the computer. I can see a second one in our near future. But this was just like every other milestone in his life. A flip of the switch. One day he's wearing diapers, the next he's potty trained. One day the training wheels on his little bike were rattling, the next they're off he was pulling away from my hand under his own power and control on two wheels. Thursday, he showed little interest in instant messaging, but with a flip of a switch, and Friday he's obsessed with it. Baby's Gone. I guess the training wheels of life have been taken off. Now I should, with a sense of pride and a prayer for his guidance, lovingly watch as he peddles away. Can he stay on, will he know how to turn, does he understand braking, how will he take the spots with bumps and loose gravel? All are questions, worries, concerns. Baby's Gone. It's bittersweet. But there's no reason that I can't ride along side/with him. Okay, I need to stop this sappy stuff or I'm going to be a mess. I have tears, but I am happy, too. I can see how his acceptance of new responsibilities at school have matured him just over the past 9 weeks. I am very proud of him and think he has adapted to the changes in his life well, with some minor bumps(I know this is just the beginning, but I'm a sensitive new age guy). Holden has been thrown into a new school at a difficult age and has had to make new friends. He has had to adjust to a new schedule with more school and personal responsibilities. And with some hard work, he has all A's and one B(again this is just the beginning, I know,...I hope he does too). He is playing football, which is yet another step on his own. But, I can't really help him much there. I only played basketball. Holden's growing up, which is the only acceptable alternative. Baby's Gone,...so please watch him like a hawk, God.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Your Silent Face
by New Order
A thought that never changes
Remains a stupid lie
It's never been quite the same
No hearing or breathing
No movement, no colors
Just silence

Rise and fall of shame
A search that shall remain
We asked you what you'd seen
You said you didn't care

Sound formed in a vacuum
May seem a waste of time
It's always been just the same
No hearing or breathing
No movement no lyrics
Just nothing

The sign that leads the way
The path we can not take
You've caught me at a bad time
So why don't you piss off

Monday, October 17, 2005


THE OIL SHORTAGE
A lot of folks can't understand how we came to have an oil shortage here in America. ~~~ Well, there's a very simple answer. ~~~ Nobody bothered to check the oil. ~~~ We just didn't know we were getting low. ~~~ The reason for that is purely geographical. ~~~ Our OIL is located in ~~~ Alaska ~~~ California ~~~ Oklahoma and TEXAS ~~~ Our DIPSTICKS are located in Washington DC!

Thursday, October 13, 2005

A Unicef poster in France targeted at children with the message that "war is bad". Has Bush seen this? He might just get it presented in this format, on this level. I heard the U.S. version depicted the Smurfs bombing Gargamell delivering the message to our children that "war is good". When we need to, we can spin and counter-spin with the best of them.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005


SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . . not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends.
At age 16 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 35 success is . . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Politicians or Patriots?

Thomas Paine, revolutionist, writer, orator stated in his pamphlet, Common Sense on January 10, 1776, "We have it in our power to begin the World over again!", speaking of the convening of the second continental congress to change the way things had been done and to seek independence from Great Britain. In general, it seems that our leaders(and citizens as well) have lost that patriotic spirit: “to make things new again”. It is also true of every session of Congress today, that they have the opportunity, through their words and actions, to, in a sense, "begin the world over again", as Thomas Paine suggested in his publication prior to our independence. Yet, our leaders seem fearful now. Not afraid of losing their lives or placing at risk the lives of their families or fellow citizens through espousing radical ideas of government, as the patriots of 1776 did, but our politicians fear making a statement which, though right, may be unpopular, and may therefore jeopardize their political careers. And though their goals may not be completely wrong for our country, they are not devoid of personal or self serving gain. Their goals seem focused on securing public office and holding to that office as long as possible, by any means necessary, rather than fulfilling their roles as public servants. They have conveniently rewritten their job descriptions to include the tasks of getting re-elected and raising funds for their friends to be elected. And those tasks are not small. They seem to taint every decision they make, if not plainly impede the completion of their elected duties. It seems that they are working for their party rather than working for our country, the people who "sign their paychecks". And those two are NOT synonymous. Our lawmakers seem bound by their pride and their greed, bound by their desire for prestige, money and power, the very things actors moving to Hollywood could be accused of pursuing. Our elected officials seem more interested in maintaining a privileged lifestyle by pleasing campaign contributors than boldly stepping out for what’s right for our nation. They are all about preserving their careers rather than serving the public. I would fear what our country would look like if our founding fathers had had the attitudes of our government officials today. We all have the power within us to "begin the world over again" with every sunrise. It's not just the responsibility of our elected officials, for by their job descriptions, as I recall them being outlined by Coach Ivy in my 9th grade civics class, they are chosen by us to only do our bidding, to represent us, "we the people". It is also our responsibility, the common man, to not just pursue our personal goals to the detriment of our fellow citizens, but to view the common good as supreme. That is living in community. That is true patriotism.

Monday, October 03, 2005


LIVE BY THE SWORD?

No one should be surprised by the indictments leveed against Tom "the Hammer" Delay, including him. Is it a partisan political game? You betcha! I can't help but think of the words of Jesus,..."if you live by the sword, you die by the sword",....Jesus told Peter that while miraculously putting a man's ear back on that Peter had just sliced off in the garden of Gethsemane, before Jesus was taken to trial and ultimately crucified. Tom you will be tried but you may only feel like you have been crucified(consult your former political opponents to inquire as to how this will feel since many of them experienced this same feeling by your hand). Jesus also said earlier in his ministry, something like this, "the way that you judge others is the way that you will be judged."(I would think that the Republicans, especially Texas Republicans, in this Bush era should know these quotes from the most influential person in our President's life). Tom Delay plays the political game and "hammers" his opponents,...he has even been known to take measures so his defeated opponents can't get jobs as lobbyists after he is elected. Is this part of his duties as an elected official? I don't think any elected official has any responsibilities surrounding outplacement coordination much less impeding the employment of former political foes. It's malicious, petty and a waste of our tax dollars in paying you for doing something that is not in your job description. This man seems to be a huge player in the partisan political game and expects his opponents not to play the game by the same rules with which he plays? Come on Tom! On top of that, your smuggness endears you to no one. Not even to my conservative Republican parents! They think you appear guilty as sin, and in politics how one appears is essential, so much so that reality sometimes becomes secondary. My parents believe the Republicans have more honest seeming and less smarmy appearing Republicans to choose from lead the House. They see you as a haughty man with a condescending aire that makes them and everyone else think that you believe you're above the law. Again,....who cares what the facts are?! Just the way you come off,...the way you carry yourself, makes you unpalatable for the Republicans and definitely for the Democrats. Like a tough piece of gristly beef,....everybody wants spit you out. Nobody wants you on their plate. Take a bit of advice from a common man, now that you are kissing the canvas, don't bother to get up to try and go another round, even if you stop seeing those stars. Your opponents are forming a line and beginning to take numbers. Your corner is emptying of your supporters. Now, all the bets are against you. Now that you are a blight, no one wants you. Stay down. Even your coach is about to throw in the towel on you. You're fighting injured, your eyes are swollen shut and you can't see anything. You are damaged goods. Your career as a fighter is over. You have traded blows with your opponents and have had some KO's,...but I believe that you have met your match on this one, son. You have drawn a huge target on your back by your ruthless character in politics,....now everyone in politics that you have affronted with your no holds barred attitude is aiming for you,....ruthlessly. It doesn't matter what side you are on, pal,....everyone's lining up to take you on. Soon both parties will start taking cracks at you. So, don't delay,....do yourself and our country a favor,.....get out of government now! Retire to the ranch. But be confident that on the list of things you have accomplished, you may leave the box checked that says, "crooked politician" you may also leave the one checked "successful politician",....sadly in our country, those seem to go hand in hand.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

The incandescent barometric pressure of Lima, Peru
I have been nervous about going into the 7th grade at Tarville Junior High. It seems so, well,...I don’t know,...ummm, big and threatening. Here are all of these kids whose hormones are already raging or on the verge of raging and who are taken from a nurturing, safe environment of their elementary years and thrown into a self sufficient atmosphere in a totally different school with totally different students from consolidating elementary schools across the district,....well, I don’t have to tell you that the anxiety barometric pressure was high and the climate was right for and adolescent electrical storm. All of those elements of junior high make for quite a volatile concoction, not to mention all the new faces and the searching for your place in the junior high pecking order. And they really shouldn’t allow smoking in the boys room because just one strike of a match at the wrong time and,...KABOOM! Pent up emotions and sex and drugs and rock n roll and lots of testosterone everywhere! Really, seventh grade doesn’t seem all that different from elementary school, just a few more classes, a few more classroom changes in a day and more kids and more peer pressure and more homework and more responsibility,....I know,...other than that Mrs. Lincoln,...how was the play?

Well, that’s not all,...on top of all of that it seems that we have a project due at the end of the first six weeks. Mercy Knox has been the 7th grade World Geography teacher for as long as the school has been here. Some say she was the primary teacher in the 40's when there was just a one room brick school and I believe it. I knew this assignment was coming. Miss Knox is known for having no warm up or introductory period to 7th grade. She says a few welcoming remarks and then it starts. Work, work, work. We call her "Merciless" Knox. And everyone knows that topic of the first paper of the year will always be Lima, Peru. People say she was a missionary in Peru after she completed her college education from a big Baptist college in Arkansas. They said that she was a missionary for the Baptist church in Candessant, Peru, a small town about 90 miles south of Lima. It was named Candessant because this was the first village in those parts to have an incandessant light bulb(prior to the name change it was a foot long word that even Peruvians had difficulty saying,.....it’s plain to see that they were just itching for a reason to change the name of their village). Another missionary had been called to preach in that remote village,...but was NOT called to give up electricity,...so having an engineering education from Georgia Tech,....he put his education to use and built a generator,...mostly with things he could find around the village and when he would venture into other villages and towns. Mercy was one of the first female Baptist missionaries, and especially in that part of the world. The story is that the work of God was not going so well for Mercy in the male dominant society within the small Peruvian village. When this happened, well, she kind of got depressed and felt powerless, which is not a common feeling for the Knox family. Her Dad was a big, wealthy overseer at one of the biggest sock mills in Tarville, Sock Capital of the World. She kind of "let her guard down" and fell in love with an electrician from Lima who was putting in power poles with a crew that was running the first electrical lines to the small village of Candessant. His dark Peruvian hair and complexion kind of over-powered her. She was weakened and she succumbed to his exotic Peruvian charms and the next thing you know Miss Knox was back in town with a dark haired and dark complected daughter she had named Grace.

That was another first for Miss Knox. Usually the girls who get pregnant outside of marriage run away from Tarville to get married to their premarital sex partners(as I have overheard them being described by my mother to one of her friends as they gossiped in the vestibule of the church house)and to have their "out of wedlock" babies(they won’t say bastard outside the church, so I know they won’t say it in the church). Miss Mercy Knox ran to Tarville,....and without the Peruvian power pole guy, the father of Grace. All of this I know from that one short gossip session in the church foyer between my Mom and Miss Beulah Burke. Little children have big ears, but only when good stuff like this is being discussed in church.

So Lima, Peru is the subject and we must choose one aspect of the country to explore and write a report on,....2000 words or less. I think less is definitely going to be my focus. I haven’t quite decided but I think I will write a report about the obvious,...I hope no one else thinks about reporting on the major export, but they probably will and when you don’t have a uniqueness about you, you kind of get lost in the crowd and lose your identity. Oh, I’m sure someone else will write about Lima’s number one export, lima beans. I guess I better prepare an alternative topic so as to keep my individuality about me. Hey, I know,...this might not be too exciting, but maybe I should write about the guy who came up with the word "peruse" or "to look into". Not many know but he was from a suburb of Lima, Peru. That would be unique! See Peru is up high on a mountain and "looks into"(peruses) a large valley, which is very fertile because it is part of the Peruvian River Basin. When the monsoon season comes, the Peruvian River moves beyond its banks and brings life giving water to the rest of the valley, making the conditions of the soil just right for growing lima beans.

You know, I have no idea about the accuracy of the facts that I have been spouting about Lima, Peru. They are probably about as true as most of that stuff about Miss Knox I heard from Mom and Miss Burkee. I’m a fiction writer, for Pete’s sake! And my Mom is into fiction too, so, I guess I get it honest. Maybe I’ll spice up the class and turn in a story about, "Early Female Missionaries in Candessant, Peru". Or I could just go with something like, "The Barometric Pressure in Candessant, just outside Lima, Peru". I don’t know. Which one would you rather read? Gf 9/27/03
Half a Dragon by Holden 1999

Would you believe,......he's gone?

It seems like all of my "re-run after school heros", or more recently my TVLAND buddies, are all "buying the farm". I would have never imagined Don Adams to be 82,...but then again, I really didn't think about it that much. I am beginning feel the need to not take these yesterday's stars(and seeming friends) for granted anymore.

I remember passing the opportunity to see Roy Orbison in concert in the late 80's/early 90's. He was playing a small club in downtown Scottsdale, AZ, near our home. Twice he played there and twice I failed to capitalize on the close proximity of a concert of a, then, living legend in Rock n Roll history. Then he died. I told my wife I would NOT pass up an opportunity to see a legend again. If some artist was touring through and looked as though they were not living a healthy life style and they looked like ripe candidates for the Grim Reaper, then we were buying tickets. BB King was coming through town; we bought tickets. My thought process was like this: he's a little over weight and could have a heart attack and he does have diabetes, which can compound one's medical problems and contribute to a rapid decline and death. I was very close to asking any living legend candidates to submit their recent health records in order for me to run them through my matrix to assist in making my decisions about concert ticket purchases.

Well, I never had an option to see Don Adams in concert, but I watched Get Smart and Tennessee Tuxedo and Inspector Gadget quite often.
Though, he won a couple of Emmys for Get Smart,...my 13 year old would only know him as the voice of Inspector Gadget. But to his family and friends, I'm sure he was more than just a voice.

Don Adams passed away September 25, 2005 from a lung infection.

Monday, September 26, 2005


MISTER ROGER'S MUSIC MAN

Johnny Costa was the Mozart of jazz piano. Jazz legend Art Tatum, called Costa "the white Tatum." Costa, one of the world's greatest pianists, is best known for his work as the musical director of "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood," a PBS television program now in its 35th year. But Costa was much more than a pianist for children. A musician's musician, his work was applauded by jazz masters Benny Carter, Dave Brubeck, Tommy Dorsey, Dizzy Gillespie, Marion McPartland, Peter Nero, Andre Previn, Buddy Rich, Mel Torme and Art Tatum, Costa's most significant influence.

Costa's first recording was "The Amazing Johnny Costa," a Savoy LP released in 1955. It was reissued on CD in 1989 as "Neighborhood." In the 1950s, Costa cut short a career that would have brought him international recognition as a pianist and recording artist. Long road trips and concerts from home, although lucrative, did not compensate for the loss of companionship of his friends and family, the latter which included his wife, daughter and son (Helen, Debbie and John Junior). Costa stopped traveling, ended a promising recording career, gave up the job as the first musical director of the "Mike Douglas Show" and returned to Pittsburgh, never again venturing far from its city limits.

Graduating with two degrees in music from Carnegie-Mellon University, Costa began work as a musician on a Pittsburgh television station on the day he graduated. He provided piano and organ music for many programs, eventually teaming with Fred Rogers to create the most successful children's program on television. Even after his death in 1996, Costa's piano still resounds throughout Neighborhood programs.

Saturday, September 24, 2005


TUSK: A Review; 25 years late

I loved "Desert Island Classics" surveys in The Rolling Stone magazine. If you are not "hip" to what those are, they are lists of classic recordings that various people(stars, politicians, public figures) would see as essential if they were going to be stranded on an island. Besides Mary Ann(not Ginger),....Fleetwood Mac's "Tusk" would be one of my choices for a "Desert Island Classic". I think it was early 80's,....my college roomate, Jay, bought this double album that didn't have a fold out jacket with a side for each individual disc,...which was unusual. It did have two plastic sleeves, but they fit into the one compartment. Now that we are through the technical jargon, let me say that I was a Fleetwood Mac buyer prior to this having purchase Rhiannon and Rumors,...but I didn't feel the urge to purchase this album. But at school, I heard Jay's album and it grew to be a favorite. At first, I didn't necessarily care for the cut "Tusk", the song for which the album was titled, but I started digging the African beat and their improvised Swahili gibberish. I just enjoyed the overall rollercoaster effect the variety of music tempos gave. I would never have thought anyone would start an album with a slow ballad "Over and over",...but I think it appropriately set the general unpredictable tone for this effort. Now, don't get me wrong, there are some songs that are quite jumpy that are interspersed amongst the nice mellow love songs. They work as well as the tunes that are hypnotic and relaxing. I think a few could possibly qualify for spa music because they are so slow and steady and beautiful. The whole thing could be broken into three categories. The "Down Tempo" or most mellow songs: Over and Over, Storms, Brown Eyes, Never make Me Cry, Beautiful Child. The "Up Tempo" or most energetic songs: The Ledge, What makes you think, Sisters of the Moon, That's Enough for Me, Angel, I know I'm Not Wrong, Never Forget. The "Pseudo Trance" or "Hypnotic" or those songs that are somewhere in the middle of the previous two categories: Save Me a Place, Sara, That's All for Everyone, Honey Hi, Walk a Thin Line. I think Hypnotic is the pervasive feeling I get when I listen to this music, more than any other music,....Even the "up tempo" songs I could easily describe as hypnotic,...For me(maybe I need someone to delve deep into my psyche to figure out if there are other "issues" revolving around TUSK). I can simply go into a different world when listening to "Walk a Thin Line",...Which may not be too good while driving to Dallas in traffic at rush hour on I-30. Tusk is musical canes for me. It can take me through the continuum of emotions in three songs. It's lit and airy, it's passionate and somber, it's reflective. With such a range it takes a while for me to take this CD out of my car. Thank goodness people reproduced this on CD,....I don't think Jay would be too crazy about loaning his album to me as he did in college(since I am hundreds of miles away),....and then I would have to rig my turntable in my car,....and my needle arm is pretty sensitive to bumps, and just forget about the toll the heat would take on his vinyl. Tusk is where it's at,....Dude.(see,..."Walk a Thin Line" just came on and I instantly slipped back in time,....OH NO!,.....looks like I"VE BEEN HIP-MO-TIZED!)

Friday, September 23, 2005

• 1826 Sealy, Galveston, Texas; Sonnentheil House, 1886-87. Built by Jacob Sonnentheil, this fine "carpenter" Gothic residence was possibly designed by Nicholas J. Clayton. Clues such as a floor plan similar to other Clayton-designed residences lead to this conclusion. Unique balustrades and numerous woodworking details are outstanding features.

This is the home of friends who completely renovated it back to its original state and beauty. Certainly life is irreplaceable and we pray Rita is not successful in taking that, but we also pray she is not able to take this man-made wonder that has survived 4 other hurricanes, including the 1900 hurricane that devastated the island and "turned the tide" in city growth diverting the population to Houston instead of the, then, largest city in Texas, Galveston. God save 1826 Sealy!