| I love this song. |
[May. 24th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
This Memorial Day, I would like my no readers th think about this song in its entirety.
America the Beautiful
Words by Katharine Lee Bates,
Melody by Samuel Ward
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
Till selfish gain no longer stain the banner of the free.
That is my new favourite line of the song.
Happy Memorial Day and be safe, all of you not reading this.
Culo. |
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| Should anone stumble across this... |
[May. 7th, 2009|04:27 pm] |
Read XKCD starting Monday May 4, 2009. Pure awesome.
Title text Wisdom: Things are rarely just crazy enough to work, but they're frequently just crazy enough to fail hilariously.
Culo. |
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| After 2 and a half years... |
[Apr. 19th, 2009|06:56 pm] |
I'm back in Linux. Mind you it's only Ubuntu, which is like Baby's first open source operating system, but Slackware didn't like the Asus EEE 1000HD. Still, after a little tweaking to get rid of the horrible, horrible Gnome (even David wouldn't help this Gnome) and getting KDE setup, it works a happy treat. Once I get the programming interfaces up as well as the more...specialist... applications that I was once familiar with, well, this little netbook will probably be coming with me everywhere.
Yaaaaaaay!
Culo. |
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| about the other night |
[Apr. 9th, 2009|10:30 pm] |
CRAAAWWWWWLIIIIIING IIIIIIIIINNNNNN MYY SKIIIIINNNNNNNN.
Better now, cynicism restored, we're all hosed.
:-D
Culo. |
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| ramblings |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|10:39 pm] |
The more I live, the more my cynicism and optimistic pessimism grows. As I look at the world thus far this millennium, I find it hard to quell my pessimism-verging-on-paranoia with the soothing blanket of cynicism that has thus far led me to lead a normal healthy life.
Well, normal, at any rate.
Well life.
Anyway.
Chicken little has gone the way of the boy who cried wolf and now, nobody pays attention to the doom-sayers even though the evidence is beginning to stack around them like cordwood in autumn. Many of the hyperbolic conjectures bandied about on the right-- sorry, the Right-- have lost the ephemera of mere hot air and are beginning to toe their way into cracks in the wall.
I probably should not read The Watchmen or Heinlein then watch the news, as it does not paint a pretty picture, nor does it re-enforce the belief that these are mere fiction, flights of fancy.
Oh, and she was back, the girl in my dream, the little brunette in the bib overalls.
Green eyes.
I am not by nature paranoid... there I tell a lie... but when my paranoia tap is opened this wide, well, I begin to become frightened.
I remember watching The Daily Show before the election and Stewart was joking that Bush might be the next President, adn his cohort said "Not the next. The Last." One of these days, I'd like to have children (seeking mid height brunette with green eyes and bib overalls who enjoys light gardenning and can tell Virgina Creeper from Poison Ivy in the dark) and I would like not to have to explain to their bewildered little faces that once Americans could work for someone other than the US Government, that indeed, their Grandfather was even a sole proprietor (without needing to get an obsolete dictionary to define the term).
My cautious optimism form 4 posts back is gone. Now i'm just cautious.
"The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!" and I'll look down and whisper "no."
--Rorshach
I'm not that far gone.
Yet.
Culo. |
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| apropos of nothing |
[Jan. 25th, 2009|12:41 pm] |
Honestly, why do people continually listen to me. I mean, I try to make it perfectly blatant that I am completely talking out of my ass, but yet they listen. I don't get it.
That is all.
Culo. |
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| Barack Obama is my president |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|07:34 pm] |
And I may be out of a job tomorrow. Not causal, but an amusing coincidence.
Best wishes to my friends who lost their jobs today, it's been a pleasure to work with you all.
Tommy. |
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| Barack Obama is not my president... |
[Jan. 19th, 2009|08:38 pm] |
Well, not for another 16 hours, anyway.
After that I will support him to the fullest extent of his office. Support is not the same as agreement.
Hope.
Culo. |
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| This sobriety shit is for the birds... |
[Dec. 21st, 2008|09:59 pm] |
So I quit drinking a few weeks ago. It got to be where it was defining me, where i was drinking because it was 6:00, not because I wanted to. I realized it about halfway through a double rye that is wasn't making me happy and was really kinda dragging me down. So, i'm done.
The only problem, the thing I didn't factor in, was the fact that when I stopped drinking, that my brain would turn back on. Took a couple of weeks for the fog to clear.
Look, i know i'm a wreck. I'm not the rock in the emotional storm that my friends believe me to be. They know that I'm always, ALWAYS there for them, and always will be, but I am incapable of showing them the same courtesy by opening up to them. Two of my friends especially, i feel that i'm doing a disservice, and to those two, i apologize from the bottom of my heart. Somehow they know me, God only knows. Took a term in Elementary school for one and the other from living with me a while. the latter only really got me after she made a concerted effort to piss me off.
And that's really what i'm saying. I need help in expressing my emotions. i think of that point, the point where she pissed me off that we really and truly became friends. Since then, my defenses have been down to her, i'm truly me. I'm trying, i really am. My shell is cracking, I'm ready to stop being a cypher. it's hard, though. I've been living in my own head for 25 years, and i'm comfortable here.
Ever have one of those dreams... I did. I'm standing in the backyard of my house... my wife (well, i assume) beside me, we are looking at a newly completed fence. I have my arm about her waist and look down at her straight dark brown hair. She's wearing overalls and a light blue babydoll shirt and she looks around and asks me why it had to be a privacy fence. I slide my hand inside the back of her overalls to the small of her back and pull her around to face me. I tell her that this is why and kiss her. That's as much of the dream as I'm willing to share right now...
This used to be a place where I could air out my brain a bit. Then I became a drunk and that stopped because I'd rather drown my thoughts than admit to them. I stopped being healthy and instead became an island. Well the tide is out, the land bridge restored and so help me, i'm moving back to the mainland. Sod the new years resolution, I'm making mine now.
I am no island.
:-D
Culo. |
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| Nobody else cares, but... |
[Dec. 16th, 2008|08:03 pm] |
You can use an industrial Magnetic Pickup, used in flow meters and other rate meters as an electric guitar pickup. Even works on an acoustic guitar. You can buy them from your local WESCO, part number 47000400. is this the most economical? No. Is it the best sounding? Definitely no, but I'll tell you, it is deeply freaking gratifying to know. Hell, you can even build a DIY amplifier using parts you have lying around the apartment (well, you can if you live in my apartment, ahem. Takes about a half hour to protoboard it, another hour, maybe, to solder it.
:-D
Culo. |
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| best cure for a headcold: |
[Dec. 14th, 2008|01:35 pm] |
21 hours sleep, 2 slices of cold pizza and a half gallon of orange juice. Cold gone in one day.
now, time for a nap.
:-D
Culo. |
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| Spirit of the age... |
[Dec. 7th, 2008|09:43 pm] |
Well that was an embuggerence...
I decided to go pick up some grub for dinner tonight and I locked myself out of the apartment. Unlike last time, I had neither picks nor car key nor phone. So I asked around of my neighbors if anyone had the number to the office, and got a big fuck off from everyone.
Peachy.
Then I hoofed it to see if I could find someplace that had a pay phone or some other phone I could use. The best I got was the phone number for the office from the Domino's a half mile away, but they had no phone I could use. No other place was open until I got to the gas station a mile and change away. No, they didn't have a pay phone, but the attendant pointed me to one a bit further down, I blessed him and his house and may his loins be fruitful and may no camels spit on his wife and all that. Got to the phone and dialed the number, and they asked for a callback number.
Fuck.
Well, I thought, there's a police station a further half mile down the road, and decided I had no other reasonable choice. The only problem was, while I forgot my keys and my phone, I did remember my ID, my concealed carry permit and my 9mm. So, go to the cops while packing or look for somewhere else. Cops won out. I explained my problem and in full disclosure, I told them I was packing. They were cool, just told me to keep my hands away from the piece and there would be no trouble. They sat me behind dispatch and let me dial out. I had to hang around for about 10 minutes for the callback then jog back here so I could wait for the maintenance guy.
A mile and a half in 12 minutes.
That was my best time ever.
Next time I'm just going to order a fucking pizza.
Culo. |
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| Been watchin' a lot of 80's music videos... |
[Nov. 24th, 2008|10:38 pm] |
So I gotta ask. it's 1983... Pat Benatar or Joan Jett?
It's 2008... Pat Benatar or Joan Jett?
:-D
Culo
~crimson and clover all the way~
~yes, I know that's the year I was born, i'm okay with that~ |
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| so... |
[Nov. 23rd, 2008|09:51 pm] |
Is any legislator that takes an oath to defend the constitution of the United States and who subsequently proposes any legislation later to be found unconstitutional breaking that oath?
Just wondering.
Culo. |
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