Here inside my paper cup
Everything is lookin' up
No one comes in, no one goes out
Nothin' to get hung up about
I'm free and it's so easy to get by
'Cause I don't try
In my paper cup, I have installed
A shower stall across the hall
Running water and a den
It's looking just like home again
I'm free and I've installed refrigerated air
You'd have to look inside
Before you know that I was there
And everybody says I'm quite insane
And someday I'll be going down the drain
I know they're right (but I don't care)
I feel no pain
(music interlude)
Here inside my paper cup
Everything is lookin' up
No one goes out, no one comes in
It's lookin' just like home again
I'm free and it's so easy to get
The things I've always wanted
'Cause I don't really want 'em anymore
An' living ain't so bad without a rudder
An' life is kinda groovy in the gutter
If you know how, (and I do)
Yeah, and I do, (we do too)
So if you'd like to come along
We'll sing a little paper song
About a lonely paper plate
Who couldn't find a paper mate
I'm free, yes I'm free
And my life is lookin' up
From inside my paper cup
And I'm always lookin' up
From inside my paper cup
And my life is lookin' up
From inside my paper cup
And I'm always lookin' up
From inside my paper cup
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
It's One Of Those Dreary January Days
Time to mellow out and listen to one of those groovy drug songs from the sixties. This time it is Paper Cup by The 5th Dimension:
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Blood Libel
-False charge that Jews use the blood of Christian children in certain religious rituals.
After being missing in action for four days Sarah Palin has finally commented on the Tucson shooting in a presidential speech she uploaded to her Facebook page. The timing of this video is suspect since it is deliberately being released the morning of President Obama's planned speech in Tucson. I am sure this was done in order to deflect attention away from him. Even during a public tragedy sticking it to your political rival is more important to some people than any sincere expression of sympathy.
I think what I disliked the most about the speech is the fact that it is glaring clear that Palin did not write it herself and that whoever did so was trying to get away from that folksy signature style of hers. Using words like apportion, purport, apolitical, discourse, pretext, cordial,and stifle along with phrases like, our Republic’s core values, bittersweet irony, acts of monstrous criminality, sacred charter of liberty, and blood libel, is, in a phrase used by Palin herself, like putting lipstick on a pig.
That phrase, blood libel, is part of this statement,..journalists and pundits should not manufacture a blood libel that serves only to incite the very hatred and violence they purport to condemn. I find it a very riveting phrase since whoever put it in the speech decided that "blood libel" is equivalent to cause and effect. Blood libel is a highly charged phrase and the use of it in this speech is appalling. Have you no shame Ms. Palin? At long last have you no shame?
I guess not. For awhile there I was actually sympathetic toward her because I thought her silence was due to the fact that she had her own stalker to deal with and that she had finally decided her own safety, and her family's safety, were more important than any political ambitions on her part. In the end she is nothing but a puppet for the the far right.
After being missing in action for four days Sarah Palin has finally commented on the Tucson shooting in a presidential speech she uploaded to her Facebook page. The timing of this video is suspect since it is deliberately being released the morning of President Obama's planned speech in Tucson. I am sure this was done in order to deflect attention away from him. Even during a public tragedy sticking it to your political rival is more important to some people than any sincere expression of sympathy.
I think what I disliked the most about the speech is the fact that it is glaring clear that Palin did not write it herself and that whoever did so was trying to get away from that folksy signature style of hers. Using words like apportion, purport, apolitical, discourse, pretext, cordial,and stifle along with phrases like, our Republic’s core values, bittersweet irony, acts of monstrous criminality, sacred charter of liberty, and blood libel, is, in a phrase used by Palin herself, like putting lipstick on a pig.
That phrase, blood libel, is part of this statement,..journalists and pundits should not manufacture a blood libel that serves only to incite the very hatred and violence they purport to condemn. I find it a very riveting phrase since whoever put it in the speech decided that "blood libel" is equivalent to cause and effect. Blood libel is a highly charged phrase and the use of it in this speech is appalling. Have you no shame Ms. Palin? At long last have you no shame?
I guess not. For awhile there I was actually sympathetic toward her because I thought her silence was due to the fact that she had her own stalker to deal with and that she had finally decided her own safety, and her family's safety, were more important than any political ambitions on her part. In the end she is nothing but a puppet for the the far right.
Pull the string and I'll wink at you
I'm your puppet
I'll do funny things if you want me to
I'm your puppet
I'm yours, to have and to hold
Darling, you've got full control
Of your puppet
Pull another string and I'll kiss your lips
I'm your puppet
Snap your fingers and I'll turn you some flips
I'm your puppet
Your every wish is my command
All you got to do is wiggle your little hand
I'm your puppet
I'm your puppet
I'm just a toy, just a funny boy
That makes you laugh when you're blue
I'll be wonderful, do just what I'm told
I'll do anything for you
I'm your puppet
I'm your puppet
Just pull them little strings and I'll sing you a song
I'm your puppet
Make me do right, or make me do wrong
I'm your puppet
Treat me good, and I'll do anything
I'm just a puppet, and you hold my string
I'm your puppet
Your walking, talking, kissing, loving puppet
I'm hanging on a string
I'll do anything
Love you 'n' kiss ya
(unintelligible)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Brrrrrr!
We seem to be the only water source in our neighborhood.
Winter Ornaments
Coffee Klatch
You Looking At Me?
Monday, January 10, 2011
Dusting Myself Off
Four long months, two fast weeks. Four months ago tomorrow my father-in-law entered the hospital and two weeks ago tomorrow he died. I know the last two weeks passed rapidly for me because so many things had to be done quickly. This included two memorial services, one in Fort Collins and one in Denver, as my father-in-law lived in Fort Collins for only the last eight years of his life and in Denver for decades before that.
Something happened during the Fort Collins memorial which will stay with me even though I did not witness it. My father-in-law's World War II uniform jacket, along with the American burial flag he received for being a war veteran, lay on the steps leading up to the altar. When the services ended we, the family, were led out of the sanctuary and then the other mourners followed. One older man did not follow but headed toward the altar and when he got there he stood at attention in front of the uniform and saluted. Two other older men saw this and one at a time they also walked up to the altar, stood at attention, and saluted. It was a wonderful gesture that causes me to tear up as I write about it now.
The memory that will stay with me from the second service again happened after the service was over. The second service was shorter and ended with my husband's father's ashes being interned with his mother's ashes at the family church in Denver. We the family were the only people still there when the crypt was sealed and the old memorial stone replaced. My husband's sister-in-law read the old stone and said she had not remembered that her mother-in-law had died on Halloween. The man who had resealed the crypt and replaced the stone said his mother had died on Halloween, too. Then we discovered, not only had his mother died on Halloween, she had died the same night as my mother-in-law. As you can imagine, this bit of information caused us to pause and wonder just who brought us all together so many years later.
So, live is slowly returning to...I was going to write the word normal but death is a normal part of life so I won't. My life is slowly returning to the rhythms it operated at before my father-in-law's illness and death. My memories of him are now embedded in the fabric of my life which means, although he is physically gone, he will always be a part of me. I feel honored to have known him.
Something happened during the Fort Collins memorial which will stay with me even though I did not witness it. My father-in-law's World War II uniform jacket, along with the American burial flag he received for being a war veteran, lay on the steps leading up to the altar. When the services ended we, the family, were led out of the sanctuary and then the other mourners followed. One older man did not follow but headed toward the altar and when he got there he stood at attention in front of the uniform and saluted. Two other older men saw this and one at a time they also walked up to the altar, stood at attention, and saluted. It was a wonderful gesture that causes me to tear up as I write about it now.
The memory that will stay with me from the second service again happened after the service was over. The second service was shorter and ended with my husband's father's ashes being interned with his mother's ashes at the family church in Denver. We the family were the only people still there when the crypt was sealed and the old memorial stone replaced. My husband's sister-in-law read the old stone and said she had not remembered that her mother-in-law had died on Halloween. The man who had resealed the crypt and replaced the stone said his mother had died on Halloween, too. Then we discovered, not only had his mother died on Halloween, she had died the same night as my mother-in-law. As you can imagine, this bit of information caused us to pause and wonder just who brought us all together so many years later.
So, live is slowly returning to...I was going to write the word normal but death is a normal part of life so I won't. My life is slowly returning to the rhythms it operated at before my father-in-law's illness and death. My memories of him are now embedded in the fabric of my life which means, although he is physically gone, he will always be a part of me. I feel honored to have known him.
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Today is Twelfth Night or Epiphany
Come, they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum,
A new born King to see
Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring
Pa rum pum pum pum,
To lay before the King
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
So to honor Him
Pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.
Baby Jesus
Pa rum pum pum pum,
I am a poor boy too
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring
Pa rum pum pum pum,
That's fit to give our King
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Shall I play for you
Pa rum pum pum,
On my drum?
Mary nodded
Pa rum pum pum pum,
The ox and lamb kept time
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him
Pa rum pum pum,
I played my best for Him
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Me and my drum.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Happy New Year!
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
And there's a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o thine,
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
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