Q. Why doesn't anybody use their turnsignals anymore?
A. Because using your turnsignals gives your opponent the advantage.
Random thoughts and non-thoughts
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Road Rage Handbook: Turnsignals
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
a day late and a dollar short
Richard, our ezFolk guru, some time ago started a patriotic song project on the ezFolk forums to coincide with the approach of the Fourth of July. My contribution is late, as usual.
I knew that I wanted to do something with Woody Guthrie's This Land Is Your Land.
I also knew this:
"The anthem of unity and beauty which so many children learned in school was actually written in response to the equally reverenced "God Bless America". ... Woody was infuriated with the lack of realism and the message of complacency in this song which infiltrated the nation's air waves. In response, he wrote "God Blessed America For Me" which later became "This Land Is Your Land"."
I knew that I wanted to do something with Woody Guthrie's This Land Is Your Land.
I also knew this:
"The anthem of unity and beauty which so many children learned in school was actually written in response to the equally reverenced "God Bless America". ... Woody was infuriated with the lack of realism and the message of complacency in this song which infiltrated the nation's air waves. In response, he wrote "God Blessed America For Me" which later became "This Land Is Your Land"."
So I endeavoured to create a sort of a medley:
It took me awhile to put it together and teach it to myself. I still can't play it all the way through without a noticeable mistake.
It's a day late; it's a dollar short; it's crude, but here it is:
This Land Is Your Land / God Bless America
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!
"Dissent is the highest form of patriotism."
______________________Thomas Jefferson
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Chris Pearline - ezFolk Featured Artist
My friend, Christian Larousserie (Chris Pearline) has been chosen
Mes félicitations, mon ami!
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
ezFolk Featured Artist!
Guess who is
Yes, It's yours truly! I'm gabberflasted!
HAD to share it with you!
Monday, March 20, 2006
A Song to Celebrate the First Day of Spring
Nineteenth Time
words and music by Tony Provencher
Ah, Time...
The carousel on which we ride,
The wheel of chance that rules our lives...
'Round and 'round she goes,
Where she stops, nobody knows,
And even after we are gone
The carousel will still roll on.
And when my painted pony loped
Toward the green season of hope
For the nineteenth time for me
I saw you riding next to me.
Yes, Time was turning long before,
And so she will forever more,
days, and weeks, and months, and years,
Measuring our smiles and tears.
Ah, Time...
The carousel on which we ride,
The wheel of chance that rules our lives...
'Round and 'round she goes,
Where she stops, nobody knows,
And even after we are gone
The carousel will still roll on.
And, one day, in a magic dream,
We left our ponies for the green.
We left them going 'round and 'round
To walk the moist and grassy ground.
And, hand in hand, 'neath shady pines,
We followed in the Steps of Time,
Up a hill, and to the top,
And 'neath the tallest tree they stopped.
And, here, all alone, at the top of the hill,
You and I, we discovered where Time had stood still.
And here, where our lives were unbound,
And the world lay beneath us, unmeasured,
I kissed you... forever.
words and music by Tony Provencher
Ah, Time...
The carousel on which we ride,
The wheel of chance that rules our lives...
'Round and 'round she goes,
Where she stops, nobody knows,
And even after we are gone
The carousel will still roll on.
And when my painted pony loped
Toward the green season of hope
For the nineteenth time for me
I saw you riding next to me.
Yes, Time was turning long before,
And so she will forever more,
days, and weeks, and months, and years,
Measuring our smiles and tears.
Ah, Time...
The carousel on which we ride,
The wheel of chance that rules our lives...
'Round and 'round she goes,
Where she stops, nobody knows,
And even after we are gone
The carousel will still roll on.
And, one day, in a magic dream,
We left our ponies for the green.
We left them going 'round and 'round
To walk the moist and grassy ground.
And, hand in hand, 'neath shady pines,
We followed in the Steps of Time,
Up a hill, and to the top,
And 'neath the tallest tree they stopped.
And, here, all alone, at the top of the hill,
You and I, we discovered where Time had stood still.
And here, where our lives were unbound,
And the world lay beneath us, unmeasured,
I kissed you... forever.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
Twenty Years Ago: January 28, 1986
Nova
(Christa's Song)
*
in memory of the Challenger Seven
*
My mind was filled with wonder at the beauty of the sight
As the pure white cloud exploded in a sky of azure blue,
And seven shooting stars sailed into the silent sea.
Then I awoke and realised that one of them was you.
*
Reach for the stars, you told us, reach for the stars.
Teach us how to soar and to be greater than we are.
*
I stood alone for many years, rooted to this place,
Planning plans and dreaming dreams that never ever flew.
You stole my hopes and plans and dreams and fantasies away,
And bravely soared away with them into the mystic blue.
*
Reach for the stars, you told us, reach for the stars.
Teach us how to soar and to be greater than we are.
*
And now, when I go out beneath the stellar canopy,
I see my hopes and plans and dreams blazing in the sky.
And I will always think of you, and how we all held our breath,
As we watched you go Nova in the winking of an eye.
*
Reach for the stars, you told us, reach for the stars.
Teach us how to soar and to be greater than we are.
*
And my mind was filled with wonder at the beauty of the sight
As the pure white cloud exploded in a sky of azure blue,
And seven shooting stars sailed into the silent sea.
Then I awoke and realised that one of them was you.
*
Thursday, January 05, 2006
The Toy Boy by John Lennon - Search Is Over!
My long search for an "official" copy of John Lennon's poem, The Toy Boy, has ended with the felicitous acquisition of a copy of the December 1965 issue of McCall's Magazine, in which it was first published. Many thanks to Sandra and Victoria at the 84 Charing Cross Bookstore.
You can view the pages in their original size by clicking the images.
Click here for magnified image of poem.
Below in text format is the poem in its entirety. Enjoy!
THE TOY BOY
BY JOHN LENNON“I don't believe a word of it,
I think it's too absurd of it,
It's just an Old Wives' Tale, I bet,
The silliest and softest yet.
Imagine, if it walked and that,
Surely it would crush us flat!
It's such a giant thing, you know.
All in all, it goes to show
How stupid can you be?"
This was Ralph the Elephant,
Talking loud and eloquent,
Bossing all the Bears and Cats, .
All the Dogs and Policemen's Hats,
Shouting down the Wise Old Shoe,
Who said that what he said was true.
"I don't care what you say to me.
I've been on his foot, you see?"
And he had.
"I've beard it squeaking," said the horse.
"Though I can't be sure! of course—
I could have sworn it climbed on me
When I was asleep, you see!"
"What nonsense!" Ralph replied at length.
"Do you think it has the strength?
I call this meeting to a close.
All in favor—raise their nose.
We'll take a vote!"
"Unfair, unfair!" the Toys all said.
"Shoes and Hats have got no head!"
"How can they vote, I ask you now?”
Said the 'Brown but friendly Cow.
"We'll wait until the break of day,
To prove the truth of what we say."
"Agreed, agreed!" said Sydney Shoe,
Who felt he was the one who knew.
He probably was.
The Clock struck eight, as clocks will do,
At eight o'clock—that's nothing new
Except that this clock never could,
Unless you asked it if it would.
The clock obligingly conferred,
"I will not chime unless I'm heard!"
He was an artiste, so you see—
He didn't like to chime for free!
You know how it is.
As it struck, the room went dead.
A little voice came from the bed.
"Is anybody there?" it spoke.
"Or is this someone's kind of joke?
I could have sworn I heard a voice-
Perhaps me grannie made the noise,
Her early-warning coughing fit
As she gets her ciggie lit—
But I doubt it.
"Im sure it came from over there,
From my toys, beneath the chair.
I can't believe it—but it's true
Somebody has moved my shoe!
The one I got from Uncle Tom,
Who said he only needed one.
And Elephant and Carol Cow,
They must have moved—I wonder how?
It's most peculiar!
“I think I ought to tell my dad.
I have no secrets," said the lad.
"And Mother, she's a right to see
All this nonconformity."
So he went and told them all,
And suddenly he felt so small,
Because they took him in the car
To see that awful Doctor Parr,
Who certified him.
There you are.
COPYRIGHT© 1965 BYJOHN LENNON
You can view the pages in their original size by clicking the images.
Click here for magnified image of poem.
Below in text format is the poem in its entirety. Enjoy!
THE TOY BOY
BY JOHN LENNON“I don't believe a word of it,
I think it's too absurd of it,
It's just an Old Wives' Tale, I bet,
The silliest and softest yet.
Imagine, if it walked and that,
Surely it would crush us flat!
It's such a giant thing, you know.
All in all, it goes to show
How stupid can you be?"
This was Ralph the Elephant,
Talking loud and eloquent,
Bossing all the Bears and Cats, .
All the Dogs and Policemen's Hats,
Shouting down the Wise Old Shoe,
Who said that what he said was true.
"I don't care what you say to me.
I've been on his foot, you see?"
And he had.
"I've beard it squeaking," said the horse.
"Though I can't be sure! of course—
I could have sworn it climbed on me
When I was asleep, you see!"
"What nonsense!" Ralph replied at length.
"Do you think it has the strength?
I call this meeting to a close.
All in favor—raise their nose.
We'll take a vote!"
"Unfair, unfair!" the Toys all said.
"Shoes and Hats have got no head!"
"How can they vote, I ask you now?”
Said the 'Brown but friendly Cow.
"We'll wait until the break of day,
To prove the truth of what we say."
"Agreed, agreed!" said Sydney Shoe,
Who felt he was the one who knew.
He probably was.
The Clock struck eight, as clocks will do,
At eight o'clock—that's nothing new
Except that this clock never could,
Unless you asked it if it would.
The clock obligingly conferred,
"I will not chime unless I'm heard!"
He was an artiste, so you see—
He didn't like to chime for free!
You know how it is.
As it struck, the room went dead.
A little voice came from the bed.
"Is anybody there?" it spoke.
"Or is this someone's kind of joke?
I could have sworn I heard a voice-
Perhaps me grannie made the noise,
Her early-warning coughing fit
As she gets her ciggie lit—
But I doubt it.
"Im sure it came from over there,
From my toys, beneath the chair.
I can't believe it—but it's true
Somebody has moved my shoe!
The one I got from Uncle Tom,
Who said he only needed one.
And Elephant and Carol Cow,
They must have moved—I wonder how?
It's most peculiar!
“I think I ought to tell my dad.
I have no secrets," said the lad.
"And Mother, she's a right to see
All this nonconformity."
So he went and told them all,
And suddenly he felt so small,
Because they took him in the car
To see that awful Doctor Parr,
Who certified him.
There you are.
COPYRIGHT© 1965 BYJOHN LENNON
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