Friday, May 04, 2007

5/4/70 Kent State

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in "Ohio". -- Neil Young

Allison Krause (age 19), William Schroeder (age 19)
Jeffrey Miller (age 20), Sandra Scheuer (age 20)


Monday, April 16, 2007

Sniper and other love songs by Harry Chapin

It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.

He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,
The sound of the silence when no one was there.

I didn't really know him.
He was kind of strange.
Always sort of sat there.
He never seemed to change.

He reached the catwalk. He put down his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
So much to do and so little time.

He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what it has shown him.
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found.

He was such a moody child, very hard to touch.
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no.

You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, I said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When I'm home.
When I'm home.
Take me home.

He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun,
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall.
He knew he would need them for his conversation.
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all.

He said Listen you people I've got a question
You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow.
I found a way that will get me an answer.
Been waiting to ask you 'till now.
Right now !

Am I ?
I am a lover who's never been kissed.
Am I ?
I am a fighter who's not made a fist.
Am I ?
If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed.
How do I know I exist ?
Are you listening to me ?
Are you listening to me ?
Am I ?

The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye.
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door.
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor.

He was kind of creepy,
Sort of a dunce.
I met him at the corner bar.
I only dated the poor boy once,
That's all. Just once, that was all.

Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car.
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far.
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades.
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle.
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed.

He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise.
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy.
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls,
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls.

Thirty-seven people got his message so far.
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are.

They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers.
They had to go and get him, that much was clear.
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's.
In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be ?"

He was a very dull boy, very taciturn.
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn.
No no.No no.

They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me
Stay in the bright light too long.
It's getting on noon now, it's goin to be soon now.
But oh, what a wonderful sound !

Mama, won't you nurse me ?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness.
Mama, it's getting worse for me.
Won't you please make me warm and mindless ?

Mama, yes you have cursed me.
I never will forgive you for your blindness.
I hate you!

The wires are all humming for me.
And I can hear them coming for me.
Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear.
Not any more though they've blasted the door.

As the copter dropped the gas he shouted " Who cares ?" .
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs.
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun,
With their final fusillade his answer had come.

Am I ?
There is no way that you can hide me.
Am I ?
Though you have put your fire inside me.
Am I ?
You've given me my answer can't you see ?
I was !
I am !
and now I Will Be

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Friday, April 13, 2007

Life Advice: Please Read often

From Kurt Vonnegut's "Knowing What's Nice" article in "In These Times" magazine:
"A woman was about to have a baby, not mine, and wished to know if it was a bad thing to bring such a sweet and innocent creature into a world as bad as this one is. I replied that what made being alive almost worthwhile for me, besides music, was all the saints I met, who could be anywhere. By saints I meant people who behaved decently in a strikingly indecent society. Perhaps some of you are or will become saints for her child to meet.

And now I want to tell you about my late Uncle Alex. He was my father’s kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”

So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”

That’s one favor I’ve asked of you.

Now I’ve got another one, a show of hands. How many of you have had a teacher at any point in your entire education who made you happier to be alive, prouder to be alive than you had previously believed possible? Now please say the name of that teacher out loud to someone sitting or standing near you.

OK? All done? “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”

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Thursday, April 12, 2007

"So it goes"

Novelist Kurt Vonnegut dies at age 84

NPR Morning Edition interview with Kurt Vonnegut


Monday, March 19, 2007

No troops left behind

Why not apply the provisions of "The No Child Left Behind" law to the war in Iraq ?
Failing to obtain measurable results within a specified time results in losing government funding ?

If you agree, please contact your legislators in support of "No Troops Left Behind"

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Saturday, May 13, 2006

FA Cup Final

FA CupSaturday, May 13th, Liverpool FC versus West Ham United FC at Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, Wales.

In the "battle of the stands", it's two of English football's most famous anthems, "You'll Never Walk Alone" versus "I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles".

"Follow the bouncing ball"

Thursday, May 04, 2006

5/4/70 Kent State

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in "Ohio". -- Neil Young

Allison Krause (age 19), William Schroeder (age 19)
Jeffrey Miller (age 20), Sandra Scheuer (age 20)

Tuesday, April 04, 2006


Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride
-- U2

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Swag for the Homeless, Oscars take 2

A "simply marvelous" way for Hollywood to celebrate the industry's accomplishments would be to donate and auction those Oscar award swag bags to help rebuild homes in the devastated city of New Orleans. Oscar gift bag donations to New Orleans Area Habitat for Humanity would allow at least 1 home to be built for the value of a gift bag.

Just a thought. Not a funny one, but maybe the right one.

Email your support or this link to or The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences or better, yet, both.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Swag for the Homeless

For several days, popular media folk have been gushing and drooling over the "bling" found in the Oscar award gift bags. It seems to me what a marvelous way for Hollywood to celebrate Mardi Gras. Why not donate and auction those bags to help rebuild homes in the devastated city of New Orleans ?

Just a thought. Not a funny one, but maybe the right one.

Friday, February 17, 2006

END OF WORLD Forecast (but no word on snow amounts)

Darren Daulton (retired catcher for the Philadelphia Phillies) predicts that on Dec. 21, 2012 (the last date on the Mayan calendar), at 11:11 a.m. GMT . the world as we know it will cease to exist

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