for amber waves of grain...
Forgive the mind dump tonight...
Roberts. Chief justice. Rehquist dead. Supreme Court. Checkmate. Stalemate. Whatever.
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 for 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 the 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 stern 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!
Sat in the car Friday night while my husband pumped gas.
We were in one of the poorer predominantly black neighborhoods in Richmond's southside and it was well after 11pm.
I was thinking about the hurricane, the weather, the economy, my job, students in our program, crude oil and an article I read at the dentist's office a few months ago about oil refining.
I was thinking how I needed new clothes, new shoes, new haircolor, new dreams...
I was thinking of liberty and tyranny and how sometimes maybe they are the same.
I was thinking about recycling, which I should be more conscientious about.
I was idly twisting my watch and noting how the leather had made my wrist red and irritated.
I was watching the city lights and smelling the breeze as it wafted across the James.
I was (predjudically) considering locking my door...
All of a sudden I heard Elton John's Candle in the Wind (the original one, not the Princess Dianna version) coming out of nowhere, and it was really loud. My mind snapped back -- away from the students, the haircolor and the price of oil.
I started thinking that this was, quite likely, how one must feel about the apocolypse.
"This is the way the world ends," said T.S. Eliot, "not with a bang but a whimper". (Read the poem here.)
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We cleaned our house yesterday and cleaned out the garage this morning. We also put in our new stove, and I am very happy about it.
I updated monstericons in case anyone is interested.
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I need to call my grandfather. I have my reasons for not doing it, but I need to.
Artist: Bobby Pinson
Song: Don't Ask Me How I Know
Lyrics :
Verse 1
Don’t ride your bike off a ramp that’s more than three bricks high
Don’t take that candy from the store if you ain’t got the dime
Don’t pick a fight with a little guy that doesn’t talk that much
Don’t pick up a cherrybomb thinkin’ it’s a dud
And don’t sneak out of a 2 story house usin’ bed sheets as a rope
Don’t ask me how I know
Chorus
Sell your truck while it’s still runnin’, save the Jesus off the dash
Say a prayer when you feel like cussin’, save your money pay with cash
Forget your pride, buy the roses, if you’re sorry tell her so
Don’t drink the water in Mexico
Don’t ask me how I know
Verse 2
Don’t quit your high school football team halfway through the season
Don’t bust your buddy in the nose when you know he didn’t mean it
Don’t lose a girl you love at home for a night in Panama City
Don’t rush off the phone when your Mama calls you ain’t that busy
Ya oughta make that drive to say goodbye to your grampa ‘fore he goes
Don’t ask me how I know
Chorus
Forget your pride buy the roses, if you love her tell her so,
Don’t go to Vegas with your heart broke,
Don’t bum your cousin for that first smoke
I'm tellin' ya, don't drink the water in Mexico
Don't ask me how I know
Don't ask me how I know
I just know
sell your truck while it's still runnin', say a prayer when you feel like cussin'
I know
PS. Sorry this entry is kind of "all over the place".
Roberts. Chief justice. Rehquist dead. Supreme Court. Checkmate. Stalemate. Whatever.
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 for 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 the 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 stern 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!
Sat in the car Friday night while my husband pumped gas.
We were in one of the poorer predominantly black neighborhoods in Richmond's southside and it was well after 11pm.
I was thinking about the hurricane, the weather, the economy, my job, students in our program, crude oil and an article I read at the dentist's office a few months ago about oil refining.
I was thinking how I needed new clothes, new shoes, new haircolor, new dreams...
I was thinking of liberty and tyranny and how sometimes maybe they are the same.
I was thinking about recycling, which I should be more conscientious about.
I was idly twisting my watch and noting how the leather had made my wrist red and irritated.
I was watching the city lights and smelling the breeze as it wafted across the James.
I was (predjudically) considering locking my door...
All of a sudden I heard Elton John's Candle in the Wind (the original one, not the Princess Dianna version) coming out of nowhere, and it was really loud. My mind snapped back -- away from the students, the haircolor and the price of oil.
I started thinking that this was, quite likely, how one must feel about the apocolypse.
"This is the way the world ends," said T.S. Eliot, "not with a bang but a whimper". (Read the poem here.)
+++
We cleaned our house yesterday and cleaned out the garage this morning. We also put in our new stove, and I am very happy about it.
I updated monstericons in case anyone is interested.
+++
I need to call my grandfather. I have my reasons for not doing it, but I need to.
Artist: Bobby Pinson
Song: Don't Ask Me How I Know
Lyrics :
Verse 1
Don’t ride your bike off a ramp that’s more than three bricks high
Don’t take that candy from the store if you ain’t got the dime
Don’t pick a fight with a little guy that doesn’t talk that much
Don’t pick up a cherrybomb thinkin’ it’s a dud
And don’t sneak out of a 2 story house usin’ bed sheets as a rope
Don’t ask me how I know
Chorus
Sell your truck while it’s still runnin’, save the Jesus off the dash
Say a prayer when you feel like cussin’, save your money pay with cash
Forget your pride, buy the roses, if you’re sorry tell her so
Don’t drink the water in Mexico
Don’t ask me how I know
Verse 2
Don’t quit your high school football team halfway through the season
Don’t bust your buddy in the nose when you know he didn’t mean it
Don’t lose a girl you love at home for a night in Panama City
Don’t rush off the phone when your Mama calls you ain’t that busy
Ya oughta make that drive to say goodbye to your grampa ‘fore he goes
Don’t ask me how I know
Chorus
Forget your pride buy the roses, if you love her tell her so,
Don’t go to Vegas with your heart broke,
Don’t bum your cousin for that first smoke
I'm tellin' ya, don't drink the water in Mexico
Don't ask me how I know
Don't ask me how I know
I just know
sell your truck while it's still runnin', say a prayer when you feel like cussin'
I know
PS. Sorry this entry is kind of "all over the place".