Friday, July 31, 2009

Classic Tune of the Week 16

I'm posting a song from my early teen years this week. The song is "Come Dancing" by The Kinks. "Come Dancing" was released in the U.S. in 1983 as the first single from the group's album State of Confusion and reached #6 on the Billboard Top 100 chart. The song marked a comeback of sorts for The Kinks and awakened a new generation to the music of Ray Davies and his band mates.

"Come Dancing" is a nostalgic look back by Ray Davies to his childhood when his sister would go to a local dance hall and dance the night away with her dates. The song transitions from these youthful days to the present where his sister now waits for her daughter to return from her dates.

I always loved this song. The horn section and the big band sound used in the song were very different than anything else being played at the time. I also enjoyed the sense of humor Davies showed in the video. It was so...English. It fit with my enjoyment of other British humorists such as Benny Hill, Monty Python, and Black Adder.

As I've gotten older I have continued to enjoy the song. Now, however, it is less the humor of the song that strikes a chord with me than the nostalgia for times gone by. Now I'm in my early forties and am waiting for my teen-aged daughter to come home from group outings. While I have no desire to be fifteen again, I do miss much about those days. The energy I had, how I felt physically, and the lack of responsibility are a few examples. This song takes me back to a time when I had all that. While I wouldn't want to go back permanently to those days I do enjoy visiting occasionally. "Come Dancing" helps me do that. I hope you enjoy it.



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Monday, July 20, 2009

Turning Back the Clock at Turnberry


This past weekend I was riveted to my television, even more than usual, as this year's British Open unfolded. For the second year in a row there would be no Tiger sightings on the weekend. Last year, you will recall, Woods stayed home as he was recuperating from major knee surgery. This year he simply stunk it up on Saturday and failed to make the cut. The executives over at ABC/ESPN would have been dropping Titleists in their shorts had it not been for Tom Watson. Watson, you see, at 59 years old, was THE story and saved the ratings and the tournament by making an historic run at the British Open title.

Watson may be the best links golfer of all time. Coming into this year's tournament he had already won 5 British Open titles along with 3 Senior British Open championships. The guy knows how to play these seaside courses. Watson shot an opening round 65 and led after each of the first three rounds. Watson was a bit shaky on Sunday but needed only to par the final hole to win the championship. However, it was not to be. Watson's second shot trickled over the green and he was unable to get up and down for par. The bogey put Watson into a four-hole playoff with Stewart Cink. The air seemed to have left Watson's sails by this time and Cink easily defeated him in the playoff.

Watson's success, as a 59 year-old man, in this year's British Open, led to some interesting discussion. Many feel the fact that a man nearly ready for social security can still play golf at the highest level somehow diminishes golf as a sport. His success, after Greg Norman's unlikely run at the same title last year as a 50+ year-old has made the British Open laughable, in their opinion. How could it truly be golf at its highest level if an old man can compete with the best young players in the world? Could a 59 year-old come back and play in the NBA? No. The NFL? No. Major League Baseball? Of course not. It all goes to show, in their minds, that golf is not a real sport.

I could not disagree more. In fact, I think the fact that Tom Watson could have, indeed should have, won illustrates that golf is a great game and sport. Maybe the best of them all. Golf is as much mental as physical. Tom Watson not only outplayed the younger guys, he out thought them too. He had a plan and executed it to perfection for 71 holes. It shows that on most courses you don't have to be able to hit the ball 350 yards off the tee to complete. Hit it in the fairway, be able to hit a variety of approach shots, avoid the big mistake, and putt well and you have a chance. Tiger has a great mind and laser-like intensity. However, when he can't overpower a golf course with his length off the tee he struggles. It is why he avoids tournaments like the Byron Nelson and the Colonial. These tournaments are played on courses that demand accuracy. They don't play to his strengths so he avoids them. I feel like that there are a lot more of us out there who hit the ball 250-275 yards off the tee than hit the ball 350 yards like Tiger. That is what made it so interesting and so much fun to root for Tom Watson this weekend.

All of us who play the game recreationally can learn a lot from Watson. If we stay in decent shape and think our way around a course we can play this game well for a long time. That is what makes the game of golf so great.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Farrah and Michael Bow Out

What a day. Today both Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died. Two icons, one of the 70s and one of the 80s, gone. I can't remember a day where two such well known celebrities passed on the same day. Very strange.

Fawcett, of course, is the Texas girl who made it big. She started by doing toothpaste and shampoo commercials and became a major television star and pin-up legend. Fawcett became almost everybody's favorite supermodel detective as one of the stars of Aaron Spelling's Charlie's Angels (I always thought Jaclyn Smith was the prettiest one myself). Despite becoming, by far, the most famous and popular "Angel", Fawcett's stint on the show lasted only one season. She made a few guest appearances in subsequent seasons but never was a regular again. Perhaps Fawcett will be best remembered for her iconic pin-up poster. The poster was not the least bit risque. Fawcett wore a one -piece bathing suit for Pete's sake. However, it featured her famous smile and feathered haircut that was the "Rachel cut" of it's day. The poster became a sensation selling more than ten million copies. My good friend Henry had that poster in his room. I remember well thinking that while Farrah was never, in my opinion, the prettiest woman on television that, somehow, they caught lightning in a bottle with that poster. There was also something very cool about Farrah and her husband at the time, Lee Majors. Majors was a big television star in his own right at that time as the Six Million Dollar Man. They were Hollywood's television power couple of the 1970s. Fawcett tried for years to get away from her "Angel" image strove to be considered a serious actress. She finally achieved that, to some degree, when she was nominated for an Emmy for her television movie The Burning Bed about an abused woman. Despite a second Emmy nomination later in her career she never completely escaped the shadow of her pin-up/"Angel" days.

Fawcett's death is a sad thing but, somehow, doesn't strike me as tragic. She had problems and difficulties in her life to be sure but died of natural causes at the age of 62. The death and, for that matter, the life of Michael Jackson reads like a Greek tragedy. Jackson became a star at the age of 8 as the lead singer of The Jackson 5. The group exploded out of Gary, Indiana and became a sensation. Jackson would go on to record 13 number one singles and have the best selling solo album of all time with Thriller. His popularity reached a hysterical peak in the mid 80s with the release of Thriller and the subsequent videos that supported it. Jackson, almost single-handedly, made the music video into an art form. I was a huge fan of Michael Jackson back when I was in high school. Two memories really stick out in my mind in regards to Jackson. The first is his performance on the Motown 25 television special. He was simply awesome. I had never seen anything like his performance and the performance has become legend. The second memory is how I got to attend the Jackson's Victory Tour concert at the Houston Astrodome. The tickets were a gift from my parents for my 18th birthday. I was on crutches at the time due to a knee injury I had suffered playing basketball so my parents actually had to drive me and my girlfriend at the time, Susan, to the concert. It was not easy getting around and to our seats but it was well worth it. Jackson's entrance alone would have been worth the price of admission. Jackson was later dogged by accusations of child molestation, tax and financial problems, and the failure to ever make an album as popular as Thriller again. I don't know if Jackson was guilty of child molestation or not. I do believe that where there's smoke there's fire. There was always a lot of "smoke" with Jackson and, I believe, something inappropriate and weird was going on with all of his young male friends. Jackson's story is one of a little boy lost; a man who never got to have a childhood and spent his adult years trying to recapture that time. Seemingly, Jackson was never successful in that quest. With his numerous plastic surgeries, sham marriages, and bizarre behavior he became a caricature of himself. People, unfortunately, will likely remember the tabloid "Jacko" more than the musical genius Michael Jackson. That is Jackson's legacy and that is his tragedy.

Both these pop icons were, in their own way, a large part of my childhood. Now two more small pieces of that childhood are gone. I hope they rest well.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Quote of the Week 7

"A government that robs Peter to pay Paul can always count on the support of Paul."

George Bernard Shaw

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Life and Death in Temple

Yesterday my wife and I drove to the hospital to visit a couple of friends whose new- born baby boy is suffering from an intestinal blockage. Initially, there was quite a bit of concern for the little guy, but to everyone's relief, things are looking much better. We concluded our visit and headed back to the elevators to leave. That is when we witnessed something we are not likely to forget.

As we waited for the elevator, my wife and I noticed a large wheelchair-bound man. He seemed to be quietly crying. He sat there alone near the nurse's station for Labor and Delivery and I wondered what was wrong. Though we did not exchange any words, I knew my wife had noticed him as well.

Where was that elevator?

As we waited, an older lady came out of the swinging doors separating the old man from the delivery rooms. The lady came out talking a hundred miles an hour about the birth she had just witnessed. I assume it was this couple's daughter that had just become a mom though that was never expressly stated.

"The baby is beautiful and looks just like her", she said.

"Momma", the old man said quietly while looking down.

The old lady seemed not to hear him or notice his tears or cracking voice and continued to talk excitedly.

"He's tow headed and strong", she continued rapidly.

The old man tried to interject again. "Momma."

Again, she did not seem to hear him but continued to relay the details of the miraculous event she had just witnessed.

"She did great! You would have been so proud of her. She's worn out now but is doing fine", she gushed.

This time, with more force, the old man got her attention. "Momma!"

It was obvious something was wrong. My wife and I both began to feel a bit uncomfortable. Where was that stupid elevator? I pushed the button again.

We were not able to hear the next portion of the conversation as the old man relayed his news to his wife quietly. We averted our eyes to give the couple a semblance of privacy though we were only a few feet apart. It was only when the old lady nearly shouted at the poor old man that we learned what had transpired.

"You mean to tell me he killed himself? My brother has killed himself? Today of all days?" She began to weep.

Where was that stupid elevator?

The old man tried to comfort her but she would have none of it. She turned away from him and came toward my wife and me. She stopped directly in front of us and pushed the same elevator button I had been pushing. The elevator did not cooperate with her either, however. She put her head against the wall and began to cry. I wanted to do something but merely stood frozen and stared at the motionless elevator doors. I could tell my wife wanted to reach out to her. I think she may have taken a small step toward the lady but about that time the old man wheeled closer and again tried to offer some comfort.

"Momma, let me hold you", he implored.

She turned away from him again and walked back the way she had come and left him sitting there to cry alone in front of two total strangers. The misery of this couple was overpowering. Finally, one of the nurses who had been watching these events unfold stepped out from behind her station and took the old woman and her husband somewhere behind the swinging doors of Labor and Delivery. It was only after they disappeared from view that the elevator finally arrived and the doors opened. My wife and I rode silently down to the first floor pondering what we had seen and heard.

I have found it difficult to get this old couple out of my mind. I can't even imagine the mixed emotions this family must be enduring. I don't think I've ever seen pure joy turn to absolute misery so quickly. It was a terrible thing to witness. I ache for this family. What should be a joyous birthday every year will now be, at best, a bittersweet occasion. It was a reminder of how precious life is and how we should appreciate every minute we are given on this earth. Even more so, it was a reminder of how we should cherish our loved ones. After all, tomorrow is not promised to us.

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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Classic Tune of the Week 15


Today I am posting one of my favorite Stevie Nicks songs. “After The Glitter Fades” is a country tinged ballad that peaked at #32 on the Billboard Charts back in 1981. The song was one of four hit singles from Nicks’ debut solo album Bella Donna. The album was released in July of 1981 and reached #1 in September. The album held onto the #1 spot for only one week but achieved platinum status in October. Bella Donna is Nicks’ most successful solo album and has sold over 4 million copies worldwide. Other hits from the album include “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around”, “Leather and Lace”, and “Edge of Seventeen”.

My crush on Stevie Nicks is well known to all who know me. While I’ve always felt Nicks was a beautiful woman it was her voice that really hooked me. You recognize Nicks’ voice from the first note no matter the song. The other thing that drew me to Stevie Nicks was that there always seemed to be something a little sad about her. Maybe it was just the effect of her doe-like brown eyes but I’ve always gotten the impression that there is a bit of melancholy within Nicks.

"After The Glitter Fades" is very different from other Stevie Nicks songs. It could easily pass for a pure country song. Maybe that is why it doesn’t get much airtime these days. In any case, it remains one of my favorites. The video below is a recording of the actual piano only demo tape of the song with Nicks playing, singing, and providing her own backing vocals. A slide show of Nicks pictures is included. I hope you enjoy it.



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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Great Poster

I really liked this. I wish I could tell you why.



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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Return to Running

I recently re-established contact with an old college friend of mine named Derek Westbrook. Derek was one of those guys who could run all day long. He has kept it up over the years and has a pretty interesting blog (now listed to the right) that details his adventures in distance running.

As most of you know, I, too, got into distance running several years back. I ran many 5K and 10K races. I also completed a half marathon and two full marathons (Austin twice). While training for the second marathon I began to suffer from multiple foot injuries. I managed to complete the race but really had a hard time and was not able to run or train much at all for over a year. Derek has inspired me to get back out there and start running again.

My "come back" got off to a promising start. I ran my first 5K race in over two years about three weeks ago. I ran the Bloomin' Temple 5K here in town and, despite not having run more than three or four times all year, finished second in my age group. The time was slow and the competition was weak but a silver medal is a silver medal. I managed to get through the race without injuring myself. I was sore the next day but felt good otherwise. Life intervened, along with laziness soon afterward, and I have done next to nothing since the race.

I thought if I wrote down my struggles with getting back into shape I might stick with it a little better. That is my hope, anyway. So, I will be updating this blog with my progress, or lack thereof, regularly. I got started tonight with a three mile run. I ran at a sloth-like pace of just under ten minutes per mile. This pace is ok with me for now as I need to re-establish my base and get my legs and feet used to pounding the road again. I need to take things very slow and do all I can to avoid injury. Speed work will have to wait for at least a month or two.


Wish me luck on my quest for better fitness.

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Ted Nugent on the 2nd Amendment

In the video below Ted Nugent gives his views on the 2nd Amendment. The man makes a lot of sense to me.



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Quote of the Week 6

"Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy."

Leo Buscaglia

Friday, April 24, 2009

Classic Tune of the Week 14

I'm cheating a little bit here in that this week's classic song is really a television series theme song. However, I felt it was an appropriate choice in that it celebrates my new nickname at school. Enjoy.



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Thursday, April 23, 2009

Bat Wars


Yesterday, while checking roll in my 4th period P.E. class, something flitted by me. I just assumed it was some sort of flying insect and didn’t pay much attention to it. Within seconds, however, it happened again. I looked up just in time to see a small bat dip and dive right over the heads of the girl’s P.E. class across the gym. Bedlam quickly ensued. I am quite sure that this country has not seen panic like that since Orson Welles’ infamous War of the Worlds broadcast in October of 1938. As the day progressed five more bats made appearances. Each time they appeared total chaos would break out. I managed to catch and remove three of the little buggers and figured it was only a matter of time before I caught the rest. I went home yesterday afternoon figuring the days’ incidents were a fluke and things would get back to normal by the next morning.



Last night the phone rang and the caller ID showed it was a pre-recorded message from my school district. I picked up and the voice of my principal came across the line saying, “There were bats in our gym and school today and that steps were being taken to take care of the problem.” She also added, “if your child came into contact with a bat they need to be evaluated by a physician immediately.” The overall impression was that our campus was overrun with hordes of blood thirsty bats that were attacking everyone in sight. I rolled my eyes as the message concluded. I couldn’t help but chuckle at how this whole deal had been totally blown out of proportion. Shortly thereafter I turned in for the night.



I had not given the bats a single thought as I drove into work this morning. Imagine my surprise when I was greeted by a gentleman in a hazard suit who was busy putting a “closed” sign on the door of the gym. He identified himself as being from the, I’m not kidding here, “environmental unit”. “The environmental unit of what?” I asked. He just finished putting up his sign and told me, “This area is off limits until further notice.” He then walked into the gym where he joined five other guys in hazard suits who appeared to be studying the ceiling of the gym intently. They were no doubt plotting how to rid the gym of the potentially disease ridden and rabies crazed bats. Six hours later, as I was leaving school I peeked into the gym. The same six guys were inside still staring at the ceiling. I guess they haven’t figured out exactly how they are going to rid our school of the flying mammal menace.

I’m not sure how this is going to play out tomorrow. I know the gym will still be “on shutdown”. All I know is that I’m taking my camera to work. I have this vision of those six guys in their hazard suits running around the gym with butterfly nets trying to capture those six tiny bats. You can bet those pictures will end up online somewhere. I will keep you posted.

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Friday, April 17, 2009

A Blast From The Past

I unearthed some old photos of my high school basketball days and thought I would post them here for laughs. It is a nostalgic look back at a time when shorts were short, socks were high, and hair was big. I am #44 in all the photos.

By the way, the giant guy in the bottom photo is Tito Horford. Tito played in the NBA for a couple of years before playing several more seasons overseas. Tito is best known, however, as the father of Al Horford. Al Horford won two national championships at Florida and is now playing for the Atlanta Hawks.











Poetry Update

I thought I would update everyone (both of you who read this blog) on the status of my first ever poem on the Helium.com website. Basically, it works this way: you submit your article, poem, etc. and then it is rated by Helium members. My poem reached #5 (out of 56 submissions on this particular topic). It has since settled in at #18 out of 56. I guess the "real poets" sniffed out a fraud and voted me out of the top 10. Still, I thought that was pretty good for a first attempt. Who knows? Maybe I am a poet and didn't know it :)

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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A Poem

Below is my first ever attempt at a poem. I saw some poetry online a little while back that was considered good enough to be published. I was more than a bit underwhelmed with what I read and had that "even I could do better than that" thought we all sometimes have about one thing or another. So, I decided to put up or shut up.

The poem below is not really based on anything or anyone specific. Instead, it just follows the theme of the poems I saw online. I haven't even been able to come up with a name for it yet. Maybe that will come to me later. Feel free to suggest a title.

I have submitted my poem to the online site I was reading and will be interested to see how it fares against the "real poets" found there. You can read it below.

Untitled Poem

No longer do I miss her every hour or even every day
But in my thoughts she does remain.
She comes unexpectedly; in a song on the radio perhaps
Or in the heavy air just before a cold November rain.

She was the love of a young man who is not here anymore
Years have gone by and I have aged.
Yet, in the secret places of my memory
Somehow, she has remained exactly the same.

She is untouched by the hands of time;
The same hands that now have me in their grip.
Her golden tresses still flow; blue eyes remain bright,
And the words of love still flow from her soft lips.

No doubt it is better this way; she will remain forever young.
Never will I see her any other way but as she was when she was mine.
Our life together may have slipped away but a piece of her will always remain
In the recesses of my heart, my soul, and my mind.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Classic Tune of the Week 13

My latest trip down memory lane takes me back to October of 1982. That is the month when “You Got Lucky” was released by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers. The song was the first single from the album Long After Dark and was an important breakout hit for Petty and his band. “You Got Lucky” peaked at #20 on Billboard’s Hot 100 but reached #1 on the Billboard Top Tracks chart. The song held the #1 position for three weeks at the end of 1982.

I first became familiar with the song through the video, which received heavy rotation on MTV in the early 1980s. The setting for the video was a very Mad Max looking post apocalyptic world. The video had nothing to do with the lyrics of the song but somehow worked. I especially liked the haunting guitar solo featured in the song. When I think back to those many summer days watching MTV in the afternoon, “You Got Lucky” is one of the videos that comes to mind. Check it out below. I hope you enjoy it.

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Quote of the Week 5

"Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend."

- Theophrastus

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The Girl In The Rain

The rain finally came today. Not much, mind you, but enough to raise everyone’s spirits. Rainfall has been rare in my part of Texas lately. We haven’t had any significant precipitation for four months now. There was enough rain to soften up the baked soil of my yard and make walking barefoot through the St. Augustine grass without pain possible. There was also enough rain to get water flowing steadily down the sides of the streets to waiting storm drains. I stood at the end of my driveway and watched the water rush by carrying all manner of tiny debris. As I watched, I couldn’t help but think back to the last time it rained enough to get water moving like that.

I was in a hurry. I was also mad at myself. I should have taken care of this the day before but didn’t. Now, because of my procrastination, I had to go out in the pouring rain. I only had 30 minutes for lunch and really didn’t have time to run an errand and still manage to eat something before my next class. I was on my way to a mailbox stationed in the parking lot of what was once a small shopping center a few blocks from my campus. The shopping center had been closed for as long as I could remember but the mailbox remained. It seemed to be the only thing still alive in this neighborhood full of rundown trailers and boarded up buildings covered in spray painted gang signs. The scheduled pick-up time for this mailbox was 2:00 p.m., and I needed to get my utility payment on the road immediately in order to avoid a late fee. If all went well, I could get the bill mailed and still make it back to school in time to wolf down a sandwich.

I managed to get my utility payment dropped in the box without incident. However, on my way back to school I found myself stuck behind an ancient van that was belching an inordinate amount of noxious black smoke. As the van pulled up to a stop sign, it died. The driver tried to get it started several times without success. I groaned as I saw the driver hop out of the van and pop the hood. As I prepared to pull around the van, I looked to my left and saw a young girl sitting on the curb. She looked to be nine or ten years old, about the age of my youngest daughter. The girl was a bit scruffy looking, but seemed to be happy enough there on the curb, splashing her feet in the water that flowed along the edge of the street. “I wonder why she isn’t in school? What is she doing out in this rain?” I remember thinking. It was at that precise moment the little girl produced a bar of soap and began to wash, using the runoff as her bath water. Surely this wasn’t what it seemed. I continued to watch as she lathered up her face and arms. I was startled at that point by a loud honk. A car had pulled up behind my truck and had lost patience with me just sitting there staring, from his point of view, into space. The old van that had been blocking my way was now gone. Apparently, the driver managed to get it started and had driven away. I had failed to notice. I drove slowly away through the rain and toward my school. I did not get back in time to have my lunch, but it didn’t seem to matter. I wasn’t hungry anymore.

I thought of that little girl as I watched the rain water run quickly past my driveway today. I wondered if she had needed to repeat her street bath this afternoon. I wondered if she had been eating regularly. I wondered if she was okay. I pictured my nine-year-old in her place and felt my stomach knot up. I thought how the same event has different meanings to different people. Rain, to me, had come to mean I could skip watering the grass for a day or so. Rain, to that little girl, had come to mean a chance to wash the dirt and grime from her little body. It is strange and sad to think about in this way. After all, it is the same rain that falls on all of us.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Dogs and Cats

I recently received one of those forwarded "funny" emails. As we all know, most of the time these emails aren't really funny at all. However, this time was the exception. The email highlighted the differences between dogs and cats via "diary entries". I really thought it was funny and pretty much hit the nail on the head. The "diary entries" are below...enjoy.

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary....

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary…


Day 983 of my captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.....

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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Quote of the Week 4

"Those who hammer their guns into plows will plow for those who have not."

Thomas Jefferson

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Thursday, January 15, 2009

Quote of the Week 3

"The greatest test of courage on the earth is to bear defeat without losing heart."

Robert Green Ingersoll

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Camping Trip



I spent last weekend camping in NE Texas near Caddo Lake. It was very cold with highs in the mid 40s and lows dipping down to the mid 20s but very enjoyable. I've always wanted to go to Caddo Lake. It is the only natural lake of any size in Texas (it stretches across the state line into Louisiana as well). It looks very different than any other lake in the state with which I'm familiar. What is it about Spanish moss that makes everything look so creepy?

I've attached a couple of pictures. Everything is kind of brown this time of year but I think you can get the general idea of how beautiful the place really is.

On a side note, I ate the best catfish I've ever had in a restaurant in the small town of Uncertain. No other catfish I've had is even close (and I've eaten a lot of catfish).

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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Quote of the Week 2

"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional."

- M. Kathleen Casey

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Thursday, January 1, 2009

Classic Tune of the Week 12

Travel back with me to 1982 for this weeks classic tune, “Hurts So Good” by John Cougar. “Hurts So Good” was one of three major singles from Cougar’s “American Fool” album (“Jack and Diane” and “Hand To Hold Onto” being the others) and reached #2 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. The song was listed at #83 on Billboard’s Greatest Songs of All Time list.

The song takes me back to one of the best summers of my life. I was sixteen and made the Babe Ruth All-Star baseball team. We made it all the way to the state tournament finishing second to a group of “sixteen” year olds with full beards from Wharton. The song was all over the radio that summer and every time I hear it I think about that time in my life.

I hope you enjoy it.

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