Ditch Day – 1965

I nearly drowned...and didn't even get to see the whale.

Colorful Language in Popular Music Lyrics

How well do you know your Oldies? Can you name the songs that contain the following colorful phrases in their lyrics? Please only use Google Search as a last resort.

1.  He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriole.

2. It’s heaven when you, find romance on your menu.

3. Snot running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

4. Fame and fortune is a magnet, it can pull you far away from home.

5. I’m hanging on a hope, but I’m all right.

6. He used to carry his guitar in a gunnysack.

7. While Lennon read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park.

8. I’d sing like a violin, if I were in his arms.

8. They’re angling in Laguna in Cerro Azul.

9. Every form of refuge has its price.

10. Sont les mots qui vent tres bien ensemble.

The Star Spangled Banner in German

Das Star-Spangled Banner

O! sagt, könnt ihr seh’n in des Morgenroth’s Strahl,
Was so stolz wir im scheidenden Ubendroth grüßten?
Die Sterne, die Streifen, die Wehnend von Wall,
Im tödlichen Kampf uns den Unblick verfüßten?
Hoch flattere die Fahne in herrlicher Bracht,
Beim Leuchten der Bomben durch dunkle Racht.
O! sagt, ob das Banner, mit Sternen befä’t,
Ueber’m Lande der Freien und Braven noch weht?

Fun With Picasa3

Click for nearly life size collage of Me...Ha

To All Coy Mistresses – Must Read!!

To his Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv’d virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am’rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

[Editor's Note:] Andy, I hear you man.

Test of the Post by Email Function

WordPress has a relatively new feature, that allows me (and perhaps others) to make posts on my blog right from their Email account. This could be big, really big. Like, say I wanted to post my brother’s yearbook photo, all I have to do is attach it to an email message and send it to a secret address that only I know.

How cool is that?

Disclaimer: Secret address could be made available to certain special persons. Well, actually the only qualification is that you be female and that you know me, or have heard of me, or saw me once.

Smoke on the Water

USS Oklahoma City (CLG-5) - "Smoke on the Water" -- H.V. Whittington

I’m listening to a great version of Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple, that I found on YouTube.