Lyrics to 1901 :
Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present -- they don't matter. Now the future's sorted out
Watch, you're moving in elliptical pattern Think it's not what you say What you say is way too complicated For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out.
It's 20 seconds 'til the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
Lie down, you know it's easy like we did it all summer long
And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
It's not a miracle we needed, and no I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling
Girlfriend, you know your girlfriend's drifting away
Past and present, 1855-1901
Watch them build up a material tower
Think it's not gonna stay anyway
Think it's overrated For a minute, thought I couldn't tell how to fall out
It's 20 seconds to the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey" Lie down, you know it's easy, like we did it all summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey" It's not a miracle we needed, and no, I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling, falling
Monday, October 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Autumn - where has the magic gone.
The trees are changing into their winter wear…leaves of colours and branches bare.
Hob Goblins and Specters abound in bushes and trees, lurking around corners and dancing in the leaves that decorate the ground.
The wind now has a bite, she is brisk and chilled. You adjust your hat and tighten your scarf round your neck when she is near.
This once was a time of joy and eagerness. Minds filled with thoughts of Bobbing for Apples, and sweet treats or tricks. Imaginations running wild, no limitations on costume design.
Alas where has that magic gone….. the season has lost it’s hold on my pyshce.
Perhaps it is the woes of adult life that crushes that creativity…who is to say.
This year I know that my thoughts are more with dear friends and their unhappiness.
They number too many for my liking and that would be any number at all. This was donned the name “The Year of Change” and it has been so in many lives. It troubles my soul that I cannot ease their pain. I do earnestly hope that knowing this helps them cope.
...I wish for the days to hear them suffer no more and perhaps that the magic returns.....
Hob Goblins and Specters abound in bushes and trees, lurking around corners and dancing in the leaves that decorate the ground.
The wind now has a bite, she is brisk and chilled. You adjust your hat and tighten your scarf round your neck when she is near.
This once was a time of joy and eagerness. Minds filled with thoughts of Bobbing for Apples, and sweet treats or tricks. Imaginations running wild, no limitations on costume design.
Alas where has that magic gone….. the season has lost it’s hold on my pyshce.
Perhaps it is the woes of adult life that crushes that creativity…who is to say.
This year I know that my thoughts are more with dear friends and their unhappiness.
They number too many for my liking and that would be any number at all. This was donned the name “The Year of Change” and it has been so in many lives. It troubles my soul that I cannot ease their pain. I do earnestly hope that knowing this helps them cope.
...I wish for the days to hear them suffer no more and perhaps that the magic returns.....
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Why make the Air Marshall raise your child?
Okay...it takes a village to raise a child has it's merits. However I don't think it affords the parents the ability to just check out.
I was on a flight the other day and a Family unit of four was assigned to the row of seats behind me...( AC DF ).
Of course the adults sat side by side and the 2 child units were across the aisle behind me. Mom instantaneously asleep, either out of exhaustion or taking advantage of the fact someone else would be stuck with the kids. Male figure ( I am guessing Mom's boyfriend and not biological father) trying to ignore the kids but perhaps guilted into dealing with them...
Kids are playing with the trays up/down up/down... nail polish??? do I smell nail polish on a plane. A tiny compartment where the air is recycled. Isn't that rude and shouldn't it be prohibited?
"Have we left the state yet??" "Is that Madeline's house?" what was next "Are we there yet?"
OMG I think I want the Air Marshall to taze them.
NEW FAA regulations should be parents sit in front of their kids or in the seat adjacent to them.
Don't make me suffer for your poor foresight to use contraception.
Now maybe that would be something I would pay extra for - No kids flight like a No Candy aisle at the market.
I was willing to bribe them $5 each to not say a word for the whole flight....and if the did they would have to pay me. (should have had the hutzpah to actually do it).
I was on a flight the other day and a Family unit of four was assigned to the row of seats behind me...( AC DF ).
Of course the adults sat side by side and the 2 child units were across the aisle behind me. Mom instantaneously asleep, either out of exhaustion or taking advantage of the fact someone else would be stuck with the kids. Male figure ( I am guessing Mom's boyfriend and not biological father) trying to ignore the kids but perhaps guilted into dealing with them...
Kids are playing with the trays up/down up/down... nail polish??? do I smell nail polish on a plane. A tiny compartment where the air is recycled. Isn't that rude and shouldn't it be prohibited?
"Have we left the state yet??" "Is that Madeline's house?" what was next "Are we there yet?"
OMG I think I want the Air Marshall to taze them.
NEW FAA regulations should be parents sit in front of their kids or in the seat adjacent to them.
Don't make me suffer for your poor foresight to use contraception.
Now maybe that would be something I would pay extra for - No kids flight like a No Candy aisle at the market.
I was willing to bribe them $5 each to not say a word for the whole flight....and if the did they would have to pay me. (should have had the hutzpah to actually do it).
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Inspiration Persperation Desperation
Well I was pondering the reasons why people blog. Where do they find their inspiration? What spawns the creative process?
For me it is a reactive/creative process. I become privy to, participate in a conversation about a topic. The topic sparks something in my mind that I feel the need to voice an opinion about.
Sometimes it is a lot of work, sometimes the rebuttal flows like a great river. Of late there is nothing but a dry river bed.
I am uninspired by the government. Actually I am sickened by the fact it resembles a 1st grade elementary class...Liar Liar pants on fire....I am rubber and your glue..... I'm not listening I'm not listening... well you get the picture.
I never feel desperate to write.... sure I feel guilty that I haven't written, I somehow feel that I owe the four people that read me something and it better not be dribble.
Lately though, the creative well has been empty. I perhaps have not been involved in any great debate, or intellectually stimulated enough to be creative.
It is not rock bottom, but it feels like it.
I am in a rut. I had an interesting conversation that touched on "Urinal Mint Mentality" but I didn't have anywhere to go with that really.
One of my dear Friends writes a lot and with all due respect even her posts have not sparked the creative juices in me. I do adore her and enjoy her blog, I dare say I miss it when she doesn't post.
There was a very controversial blogger that was a riot to read... the blogs were edgy and controversial... they often got me started on something or another... but "alas poor Yurik, I knew him well"... /thanks W.S.
I could try some poetry... perhaps.
Haiku - not so much.... :-(
Need a spark, need something to ignite the passion in my mind. I long for the fire to blaze and my synapses to go into overload with thoughts.
Ah I miss the days where I could not type (side note I type like crap and as slow as Molasses in January) fast enough to keep up with the ideas that were racing in my mind. I would lose track of where my tangential thoughts were taking me.
So I dream that soon I shall return to the mental plane where lively conversations abound and blogable thoughts are aplenty.
"The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education." - Albert Einstein
For me it is a reactive/creative process. I become privy to, participate in a conversation about a topic. The topic sparks something in my mind that I feel the need to voice an opinion about.
Sometimes it is a lot of work, sometimes the rebuttal flows like a great river. Of late there is nothing but a dry river bed.
I am uninspired by the government. Actually I am sickened by the fact it resembles a 1st grade elementary class...Liar Liar pants on fire....I am rubber and your glue..... I'm not listening I'm not listening... well you get the picture.
I never feel desperate to write.... sure I feel guilty that I haven't written, I somehow feel that I owe the four people that read me something and it better not be dribble.
Lately though, the creative well has been empty. I perhaps have not been involved in any great debate, or intellectually stimulated enough to be creative.
It is not rock bottom, but it feels like it.
I am in a rut. I had an interesting conversation that touched on "Urinal Mint Mentality" but I didn't have anywhere to go with that really.
One of my dear Friends writes a lot and with all due respect even her posts have not sparked the creative juices in me. I do adore her and enjoy her blog, I dare say I miss it when she doesn't post.
There was a very controversial blogger that was a riot to read... the blogs were edgy and controversial... they often got me started on something or another... but "alas poor Yurik, I knew him well"... /thanks W.S.
I could try some poetry... perhaps.
Haiku - not so much.... :-(
Need a spark, need something to ignite the passion in my mind. I long for the fire to blaze and my synapses to go into overload with thoughts.
Ah I miss the days where I could not type (side note I type like crap and as slow as Molasses in January) fast enough to keep up with the ideas that were racing in my mind. I would lose track of where my tangential thoughts were taking me.
So I dream that soon I shall return to the mental plane where lively conversations abound and blogable thoughts are aplenty.
"The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education." - Albert Einstein
Monday, August 31, 2009
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EvenOdd Creative is a small lifestyle design group based in Rochester, NY. We specialize in creating one of a kind, handmade fashion accessories constructed largely from found and recycled materials. Other projects include web & print design, photography, custom clothing and fine art installations.
Click the link above and check them out.
Monday, August 24, 2009
I'm sorry what did you just say?????
So I bumped into some friends the other day. Well truth be told I stopped by unexpectedly.
Don't get the wrong idea about me...there was an invitation extended once, and I finally said "Hey...I'm in the area why not now?"
So I hope I wasn't interrupting or intruding.
Anyways back to the blog. During the wonderful conversations that occurred there was a phrase that was uttered that left the rest of us looking like "I'm sorry what did you just say, and what does that mean exactly?"
the answer will be revealed some other day, but it reminded me of all those lovely phrases people come up with.
"Circus Bear Technology" - a phrase invented by some fellas I met while working at SUNY Empire state. Basically it was in reference to how some things got fixed with the same type of technology or what seemed to be the mentality behind a grizzly riding a tiny motorcycle or 17 clowns piled into a tiny car.
"Busier than a one armed paper hanger" ( personally I prefer a different variation - one legged man in an ass-kicking competition) - think about it visualize what would happen as he tried to kick someone in the bum and how that would make him busy.
From a friend who works in the telecommunications industry this little gem. "Communication - Just because we sell it doesn't mean we practice it." when referencing the inability to disseminate information through the company.
I don't think things like FUBAR or PEBKAC apply other than the fact they are funny they are don't really elicit the same kinda of ???? stare.
**** PEBKAC refers to the problems encounter by IT support people. Problem exists between keyboard and chair which leads to SEU syndrome (stupid end user).
Well hopefully I will get some interesting replies or comments which will add to the list.
toodles.
Don't get the wrong idea about me...there was an invitation extended once, and I finally said "Hey...I'm in the area why not now?"
So I hope I wasn't interrupting or intruding.
Anyways back to the blog. During the wonderful conversations that occurred there was a phrase that was uttered that left the rest of us looking like "I'm sorry what did you just say, and what does that mean exactly?"
the answer will be revealed some other day, but it reminded me of all those lovely phrases people come up with.
"Circus Bear Technology" - a phrase invented by some fellas I met while working at SUNY Empire state. Basically it was in reference to how some things got fixed with the same type of technology or what seemed to be the mentality behind a grizzly riding a tiny motorcycle or 17 clowns piled into a tiny car.
"Busier than a one armed paper hanger" ( personally I prefer a different variation - one legged man in an ass-kicking competition) - think about it visualize what would happen as he tried to kick someone in the bum and how that would make him busy.
From a friend who works in the telecommunications industry this little gem. "Communication - Just because we sell it doesn't mean we practice it." when referencing the inability to disseminate information through the company.
I don't think things like FUBAR or PEBKAC apply other than the fact they are funny they are don't really elicit the same kinda of ???? stare.
**** PEBKAC refers to the problems encounter by IT support people. Problem exists between keyboard and chair which leads to SEU syndrome (stupid end user).
Well hopefully I will get some interesting replies or comments which will add to the list.
toodles.
Friday, August 21, 2009
That's not right! really
So the morning was filled with all kinds mundane events until the morning episode of R&V's blog.
MICROWAVED COFFEE !!!!!!!
gross - I can't drink that and I think it is just so wrong. so Ta-dah, my blog.
I am mean really is it that hard to make a new pot? I mean are there any good reasons not to?
How much does a pot cost. hmmmm
Let's say $6.00 for a pound okay and 8 scoops for 8-10 cups. and you get like what more than 12 pots per can right? so 50 cents worth of coffee maybe.
water - mostly free.
electric - probably cheaper than firing up the microwave or if it is a small one (microwave - keep it clean ladies) it's a wash
so Why drink nasty, worse than college cafeteria coffee for a mere 50 cents worth of savings?
You will wait in line for 20 minutes to save less than that on a tank of gas!
You know you will or at least know someone that will.
3 cents a gallon times 12-15 gallons per tank is 36-45 cents. Yet we still see lines around the block if the pumps across the street are 3 cents cheaper.
Another thing that is not right is the waitress carrying your juice or water glasses with her fingers in the glass.... um Hello.... that thing may have been just up your nose so I don't want it in my drink or touching my food.
Peeing in the pool - wrong!!!!
Why do we need signs that say
"Welcome to our ool - notice there is no P in it, please keep it that way!"
or
"we don't swim in your toilet, please don't pee in our pool!"
who raised these people????
okay so that is just a few things to start the weekend of with the brain working - enjoy
Ciao
MICROWAVED COFFEE !!!!!!!
gross - I can't drink that and I think it is just so wrong. so Ta-dah, my blog.
I am mean really is it that hard to make a new pot? I mean are there any good reasons not to?
How much does a pot cost. hmmmm
Let's say $6.00 for a pound okay and 8 scoops for 8-10 cups. and you get like what more than 12 pots per can right? so 50 cents worth of coffee maybe.
water - mostly free.
electric - probably cheaper than firing up the microwave or if it is a small one (microwave - keep it clean ladies) it's a wash
so Why drink nasty, worse than college cafeteria coffee for a mere 50 cents worth of savings?
You will wait in line for 20 minutes to save less than that on a tank of gas!
You know you will or at least know someone that will.
3 cents a gallon times 12-15 gallons per tank is 36-45 cents. Yet we still see lines around the block if the pumps across the street are 3 cents cheaper.
Another thing that is not right is the waitress carrying your juice or water glasses with her fingers in the glass.... um Hello.... that thing may have been just up your nose so I don't want it in my drink or touching my food.
Peeing in the pool - wrong!!!!
Why do we need signs that say
"Welcome to our ool - notice there is no P in it, please keep it that way!"
or
"we don't swim in your toilet, please don't pee in our pool!"
who raised these people????
okay so that is just a few things to start the weekend of with the brain working - enjoy
Ciao
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