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Warm and brown beneath the sun
Never learned to climb a tree but I would try
Just to show you what I'd done
Oh what I wouldn't do
If I had you, babe, I had you
Oh what I wouldn't do
If I had you, babe
If I were old, my dearest, you would be older
But I would crawl upon your lap
Wrap a blanket 'round our frail little shoulders
And I'd die happily like that
Oh what I wouldn't do
If I had you, babe, I had you
Oh what I wouldn't do
If I had you, babe, if I had you
So lace your hands 'round the small of my back and I will kiss you like a king
I will be your bride, I'll keep you warm at night
I will sing, I will sing
It was now and we were both in the same place
Didn't know how to say the words
With my heart ticking like a bomb in a birdcage
I left before someone got hurt
Oh what I wouldn't do
If I had you, babe, I had you
Oh what I wouldn't do
If I had you, babe, if I had you
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At the start of the day I thought I knew what today's "Note From The Universe" meant and I laughed out loud at its perfect timing and choice of words.
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However, at the end of this day, I am less certain what it means than when the day started.
But it is Friday the 13th and perhaps it's time to think some entirely new thoughts.
The Universe is looking out for me. I just need to keep listening.
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I've been having a few health issues lately. Nothing serious I suspect, but enough to seek medical attention. I had an appointment last week with some lab tests, another one today and another tomorrow. Three different doctors in the same (giant) medical group, a medical group with a good reputation. But as far as I can tell they don't deserve it. Tomorrow will tell with the third doctor, a specialist, but the first two doctors I've seen have seemed rushed, disengaged and generally on auto-pilot. Like the pilots who missed the airport at Minneapolis/St. Paul International.
Today's doc wrote me a prescription for an anti-inflammatory when I told her I was taking 2-4 Advil per day for joint pain. I asked her why it would be better to take the prescribed meds than what I was doing. Her answer was something about it being more convenient for me to just take one pill that lasted all day. Convenience wasn't an issue for me, but uh...okay.
I filled the prescription at the pharmacy, but before taking anything, I do what I always do, read the warning label.Whoa, this was some powerful stuff! After reading what Walgreen's had to say about it, I went to the Internet for more. On WebMd there was a big warning at the top of the page. Not in the fine print.
This drug may infrequently cause serious (rarely fatal) bleeding from the stomach or intestines. Also, related drugs rarely have caused blood clots to form, resulting in heart attacks and strokes. This medication might also rarely cause similar problems. Talk to your doctor or pharmacist about the benefits and risks of treatment, as well as other possible medication choices.
If you notice any of the following rare but very serious side effects, stop taking and seek immediate medical attention: black stools, persistent stomach/abdominal pain, vomit that looks like coffee grounds, chest pain, weakness on one side of the body, sudden vision changes, slurred speech.
I think I'll stick with the Advil. And see what the doctor tomorrow has to say, assuming I can get his attention and more than 15 minutes of his time.
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I don't, or didn't, watch "Jon and Kate Plus 8" and I don't care for Nancy Grace one little bit.
Yet, because I am addicted to celebrity gossip pop culture, I am familiar with the lives, dramas and personalities of all kinds of people who I have no business knowing about.
I know Kate had a tummy tuck, got a weird hair do and later changed it. I know that Jon thinks he's a celebrity and is really just a dumb ass man in Ed Hardy t-shirts going through some pathetic midlife crisis in public. I know that Nancy Grace is obnoxious, overly judgmental and incessantly ranting at the guests on her show. I think I've seen her a few times on TV for all of about 90 seconds before I have to flip the channel.
And yet, when I see this clip of her grilling Jon Gosselin and his stuttering deer-in-the-headlights look, I can't help but like her just a little bit.
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A Buddhist teacher I follow on Facebook posted this today and I watched it three times, tears of laughter streaming down my face each time.
There's just something about juxtaposing this old Laurel & Hardy clip with the Gap Band that cracks me up. But then again, I've been known to giggle at the silliest things.
Enjoy!
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Apparently it's the first chocolate the Dalai Lama ever tasted.
It is the founder's intention to "reintroduce the ancient wisdom of embedding conscious intention and love into food."
All Our Chocolate is Embedded With This Intention:
“Whoever consumes this chocolate will manifest optimal health and functioning at physical, emotional and mental levels, and in particular will enjoy an increased sense of energy, vigor and well-being for the benefit of all beings.”
My doctor-ish friend Mark probably won't like the "science" of this I'm sure, but I'm rather impressed with the marketing science. They added me on Twitter today and the next thing you know I'm reading their blog, watching videos like the one below and going to their website to order some chocolate.
Mindfully of course.
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This is like a moving mandala.
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The 80s, the 90s, today; some things never change. Like how fun dating can be. Umm..yeah, right.
I'm just glad that mustaches went out of style with the mullet.
Thanks to Dating LA for posting this.
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Today's "Note From The Universe". (I wrote about getting them here)
Young souls get angry at others.
Old souls get angry at themselves.
But really wise souls, Patty, have already turned the page .
Synchronicity continues to dance in my life and I love dancing with it.
Feeling full of wisdom, both innate and given.
Have a happy Labor Day everyone!
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A wonderful woman I know told me about this email that she receives. I actually think I read about it on her Facebook status update, but anyway...
You sign up and "The Universe" sends you a little note sometimes. It's like picking an Angel card or Tarot cards, or reading a fortune cookie. A moment with a message that might or might not prove to be revelatory, just want you needed to hear or somehow otherwise appropriate. I like these kind of things. I like listening to the messages that come to me in directly: however one defines the medium: friends, intuition, hunches, insight, synchronicity, dreams, omens, god.
I signed up a couple of months ago and love getting these Notes From The Universe. You never know when they'll arrive. The Universe is unpredictable that way.
I got this one today: a day when I was feeling really good about myself. I liked how I looked. I liked how I was feeling. I liked my interactions with (most) people. I was rather full of myself today and it showed. In a good way.
Last night, Patty, I was dreaming of you, again.
You were radiant, confident, and light beamed in every direction from the core of your being. Music followed you, angels serenaded you, and everyone was elevated by your presence. Wisdom shown from your eyes. Kindness emanated from your touch. And your power was simply awesome.
You looked, well... pretty much... exactly as you do right now.
Wow,
The Universe
And there's always some kind of p,s. This was today's.
True, Patty, you were wearing a lot of sparkles, but I do know the difference between sparkles and angels.
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Maybe you've already seen this, but "Glamour" Magazine ran a couple of small photos of 20 year-old Lizzie Miller without clothes in their September issue and it's caused some buzz.
Why?
Because this model weighs 180 lbs, is a size 12-14 and likes her body.
Gasp!
Minimal make-up. No sexy shoes or lingerie. No air-brushing. With the backside, thighs and belly most of the women (including those revered in art through the Ages) who most men are likely to see naked, Lizzie Miller has every reason to smile and be a spokesperson for confidence.
Remember the Dove "Real Beauty" ad campaign? Let's hope our standards for beauty when it comes to advertising and marketing continue to move in the direction of this kind of "modern realism".
What "Glamour" did, although admittedly not on their cover, is in stark contrast to what "Self" magazine did to Kelly Clarkson in their "True To Yourself" issue. Listen to the nonsense coming out of the mouth of their editor.
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I've not dipped my toes into the "Twilight" phenomena, which seems perhaps too chaste, but all the way back to Nosferatu and Bela Lugosi through Anne Rice's Lestat, Frank Langella, Gary Oldman, Willem Defoe and now up through True Blood, I've always loved a good vampire story. I'm clearly not the only one.
What's the appeal of the vampire?
Stephen Moyer, the actor who plays Bill on HBO's "True Blood" has a theory:
“The thing about vampirism is that it taps into a female point of view – you have an old-fashioned gentleman with manners who is a fucking killer… it’s an interesting duality, because in our present society it would be an odd thing for a woman to say, ‘I want my man to be physical with me.’ How, as a modern man, can you fucking work that? It’s one thing to be polite and gentle… But when do you know it’s OK to crawl out of the mud and rape her [as Bill does in one scene]?... It’s difficult stuff for a bloke, but a vampire gets away with it…. I think that’s the attraction of the show – it’s looking back at a romantic time when men were men, but they were still charming.”
Rape isn't "charming" Stephen. But putting aside your unfortunate (and antiquated) choice of words, I believe what you're saying about some of the appeal of a show like "True Blood"" does actually come from a female desire (fantasy?) to be both adored and protected and "taken" by a force of pure animalistic passionate hunger.
There are plenty of similar themes of the civilized man with the hunger of a beast waiting to come out at night or with the proper provocation in art, mythology and in popular culture.
HBO knows what they're doing mixing power and sex appeal: remember "Rome"?
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Yes, I l know I haven't been posting here lately. Why?
Can't say I'm too busy really. I'm not.
Avoidance of something? Maybe. Likely?
A desire for more privacy? Yes, but that does not explain the lack of "friends (or me) only" posting.
Fear that Vox is has run it's course and the lack of support for the platform will make my three years here come to an end sooner than I'd like? There's some of that. Although I don't believe Vox is going to just disappear three years of posts, it's depressing to continue to try to use a platform that gets no attention from its creators and just gets buggier and harder to use by the day. I really wish there was an export tool. If there was I'd take these three years there in a heartbeat. Community or not.
A community on the wane? Yes, there's some of that. I'm not the only one that doesn't post or comment much anymore. While there are still lurkers reading, the vitality of the community has disappeared and there wasn't that much of it to begin with anyway.
Twitter and Facebook? Those two platforms have certainly pulled me away from a richer format like Vox. I think that's sad actually. Twitter is like blogging with severe ADD and Facebook has more community features, but doesn't support anything much substantive and leaves no room for making it into something aking to a personal journal. Maybe I should just use my LiveJournal for what I'm is lacking here and in other places? Maybe. But who's over there anymore?
Sigh.
It's sad Vox never amounted to anything we'd hoped it would become.
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She needs many more hours under her belt before she can take the test (and I'll be confident), but here's undeniable evidence that soon the little bird will be able to drive herself out of the nest.
(In the backseat is Francesca, the exchange student from Chile who arrived on Saturday and will be living with us for the school year
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Have you ever seen an musical artist do a concert in someone's living room? It's a pretty cool experience. Last Saturday night, I went with a couple of friend to see a woman named Terra Naomi sing and play for a couple of hours at Paul's House in Potero Hill in San Francisco. There were probably only about 25 people there total.
She was really quite good. Much better than I would have expected. There's something about seeing an artist live though, it's almost always better than hearing a recording or even seeing the video. Don't you think?
Her song's are pretty heavy on the smart-and-rather-angry-young-woman-done-w
You For Me
I wanna make enough money
To run my life
From the top of a mountain
In the dead of night
It’ll be you and me
And a couple of dogs
And the rest of the world
Can just move on
Cuz i got what i want
And i got what i need
And there’s nothing
In this world
But you
For me
And there’ll be fish in the lake
And there’ll be chickens on the lawn
And we’ll never go to sleep
And i’ll never even yawn
And you’ll tell me lots of stories
About when i was old
And i wasn’t too much fun then
From all the stories i been told
Now i got what i want
And i got what i need
And there’s nothing
In this world
But you
For me
And all the those little things we like to talk about
All those little things we like to say
Nothing even matters at all
‘cept for how we live today
And we can sit up on the mountain
I can hold your hand
And we’ll forget all that we learned
And we’ll forget our plans
And we can see things clearly
In the absence of the light
And we’ll realize there’s nothing
More than this tonight
And i got what i want
And i got what i need
And there’s nothing
In this world
But you
For me
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Buckets of Rain
Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears.
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
I got all the love, honey baby,
You can stand.
.
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
If you want me, honey baby,
I'll be here.
.
Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.
.
Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like.
I like the way you love me strong and slow,
I'm takin' you with me, honey baby,
When I go.
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Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must.
You do what you must do and ya do it well,
I'll do it for you, honey baby,
Can't you tell?
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Copyright © 1974 Ram's Horn Music
First release: Blood on the Tracks, 1975
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I can't wait to see this movie. Tim Burton. Johnny Depp. The spectacular visuals combined with the trippy story of Alice in Wonderland. On the BIG screen! Oh yes!
Which reminds me, "Where the Wild Things Are" from Spike Jonze is coming out this fall. I hope that's still the plan. I blogged about it ages ago with it's wonderful trailer.
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I was concerned that the water lilies I put in the garden this year wouldn't make it. Instead one of them has bloomed.
The rest of the yard is blooming too.
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What vacations would you most like to take in the next five years?
Presented by Intel, Sponsors of Tomorrow.Five years? Oh that's too long to wait! But here's my list of places, that I haven't been to, but still want to visit someday.
- Thailand
- Bhutan
- Greece
- Ireland
- Bali
- New Zealand
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