morrissey refused to perform on the same tv show http://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-news/news/morrissey-cancels-jimmy-kimmel-live-appearance-over-duck-dynasty-guests-kimmel-calls-statement-dumb-2013282 that the clan from ‘duck dynasty’ was on. but he would wax poetically about his cousin rob keane – the pro footballer (soccer) - a sport (I admittedly love) but which is currently dogged with serious issues re: racism; fixing and homophobia… what a poof – hey morrissey – why not engage and learn something about why they choose to live their lives the way they do. wait – ‘you already know?’ how patently arrogant and self righteous. wait – ‘please, please, please – let me get what i want…’
it’s without a doubt – a gorgeous song. one of those 80′s ballad mad make out and grind to songs…
while I find the hunting and wildlife endeavours a bit beyond my tastes – they eat everything they kill.
and while yes – ‘meat is murder’ – the track at 20:04 filled the dance halls back in the day – and there weren’t many nights that this song didn’t get played in umpteen different remixes…
so maybe everything (well ‘cept maybe the beavers – but let’s leave it alone for now…). and they in turn might learn a little something about your concerns and plights. mutually benefittin’… ‘happy, happy, happy – actually sounds like something morrissey might actually have crooned – when he had johnny mars and crew… now I like me some smith tunes – i came of age so to speak in the 80’s and well – in the culture and social group i circulated in – the smiths were a strong constant. and i’ve layed a few out here for you -
and i really like me some ‘duck dynasty’ – i think they’ve got some truly unique and faithful and well-grounded perspectives on life.
now mr. morrissey – if they can listen to all this – get off your soapbox and have a conversation – maybe even a meal…
and they’ve made it from the ground up – much like you mr. morrissey. so maybe next time – rather than turn a cold shoulder – engage and move forward – even if on separate paths…
when was the last time you saved someone’s life? big save, small save – tongue in cheek save. save – what’s that about? here’s an oddity – and maybe someone who knows linguistics might know – i mean ‘save’ and ‘slave’ are only one skinny erect letter apart… right, i mean – someone ‘save’s you’ and therefore there is an absolute sense of indebtedness to them… what’s that about? why isn’t it just a cosmic all good and the next time ‘round someone might bail your ass out – that fundamentally proverbial capitalist ‘get out of jail free’ card? guess that’s way to hippy for the world – and it’s much better to know what it is exactly, i mean precisely – scientific like – what you are dealing with. we got to keep tabs right?!?
‘cause that’s just proper savin’ and proper savin’ deal with absolute truths – and we know this because there’s no conceivable means of explainin’ the cosmos and thus all that is contained within. it has to be one way or another. well actually it has to be as such defined eons ago by a bunch of self appointed and impotent-like male white folk – even though in all likelihood the jesus dude came from egypt or the middle east and there weren’t no white dudes ‘round there – ‘cept for indiana jones at that time of history – no middle grounds, no – well didn’t billy joel say ‘you might be right, i might be crazy’… and then some other stuff after… that well seemed to make a whole lotta sense ‘cause by my reckon’ more folk know them billy joel words – than the one’s found in a made up ‘where in the fuck in the world’s dead waldo done and gone from under a ginormo big rock – all by his self book.
a baseball ‘save’ – for the sport of it – oh and yeah – i hadn’t even considered a ‘religious’ save – how silly of me to ignore that profound and divine reality. i saw in one of the gospel of top blogs accordin’ to dan & froggy the other day that atheists can’t proper orgasm – because they can’t utter the word ‘god’ before they expel any bodily fluids or quiver with any dignity. that’s a harsh sentence for another human to judge on (but we humans love to seem to judge) - i mean you’ve got to be pretty high on the ‘saved lots of po’ folk. just – i mean i always try and say ‘elvis’ before i proper ejaculate – i mean pelvis is only one ‘p’ away from elvis and ‘p’ is a pretty relative important letter in all ‘secially’ ‘cause without it i’d have an ‘enis’ and we all know those are virtually extinct and smaller with a vagina. and by sayin’ elvis and leavin’ off the ‘p’ – my souse done know I left her a mightily gibbly treat that she wouldn’t conceivably otherwise have no forthright knowledge of.
did you stop her from going out with him? joe jackson asked that question about as well as anyone could. did you help the old lady cross the street or from behind the counter? (eddie v and _earl jam) or give the beggar some food, although no one was begging – i saw that the other night. a couple stopped their european made luxury sedan under the viaduct where a homeless person or persons were encamped. the female placed her styrofoam encased leftover ‘dog-E’ bag/sack right near – right adjacent to the homeless folk. then i watched her scuttle back to the car, slide in and away they went. they homeless folk had to have seen what was left for them – the car folk done had to have saved someone. and – maybe they did – but who are we to judge either their effort or effort of the folk that the food was left for – is one better than the other? i certainly don’t believe so – and maybe someday, someone will do somethin’ nice and kind for them fancified folk… or maybe someone already done has. but they did as they saw fit – and that’s all that mattered – no judgin’, no hatin’, ‘specially whilst someone might be alone and masturbatin’ and s_outin’ oh _od – before they cum…
from him last night. The ones that allow him contact with the ‘outside’ world. His cell phone; an old iphone that he uses as an ipod; his shared (with his sister) ipad; an old laptop… he is not to close the door to his bedroom during homework hours. He must ask to use any electronic device. We don’t allow tv or gaming during the school week – except for Hawaii 5-O; big bang theory and elementary…
Loved equally – one kid is a piece of cake – the other, a piece of work (albeit still in process and far from done)… and reflecting on it – has been since they were young.
They say that as toddlers they are training you as parents for the teenage years. I hope this isn’t true – but so far it seems to be holding…
My wife took our son to her glass bead studio the other night and had him photograph her while she was making beads.
The teacher asked that he take other students as well
the images are pretty spectacular
especially for an eleven-year old kid.
He’s got a pretty sharp eye for composition and content.
What this doesn’t translate to – is common sense. Where that lies – no idea. He’s been fabricating stuff lately – and it’s something we will not tolerate. Do you have homework? Yes – is it done/ yes… do we need to check it?/ no – reality – no it wasn’t done, his teachers have taken notice and now yes – we will have to check it.
His cell phone – calls at 12:40 AM – he’s 11!!! Wtf?!? Texts with girls, with boys – stupid trite stuff… some twitter-like picture thing account with 90 some cute girl followers – wtf?!? He must have been spending hours on this stuff… No mas…
He was just accepted (per recommendations by his school; and an interview process) to a prestigious math & science program that is sponsored by a prominent hospital in the area – it’s his goal in life (right now) to be a ‘nerd’ from big bang theory… fine, great – those guys didn’t get to be the ‘dorks they are’ via instagram (just popped into my head) and texting about hi-fiving another kid in the face – with a chair…. Ughhhh…
You can’t prove a damn thing – but when you glanced over your shoulder you are pretty certain you saw a look and an expression of curiosity – and then you knew you saw the wheels starting to turn. The wheels of ‘how can I turn this situation to my advantage?’ And that look – left little doubt in your mind. You’ve seen – and lived all this before…
I started writing this several days ago and am just getting back to it – my apologies for the verb tense blunders and anomalies – and the length – but as those appreciative few of you who slumber through my writings – I apologize and am grateful.
We had two rooms over the weekend – three girls in a room – with two queen beds and I had an adjoining king. By adjoining I mean the two interior doors that one locks from each side and interconnects the two rooms. I always made sure that I locked my door side at night and left the rooms in their entirety when the girls were getting ready – my daughter often showered in my room to expedite the preparation process. I have no desire to allow for any accusations or even perceived improprieties to occur.
On Monday morning (we had a late evening flight) so we were checking out of the girls’ room and just keeping my room to store all our stuff in for a remaining few hours before we had to vacate completely. As the girls assembled and exited their room – i left a tip in the girls’ room for the cleaning staff of the hotel. When I did, two of the girls were still in that room, my daughter had already left the room - and I noticed that one of the girls was pretty keen on observing what I was up to. And I just got a weird vibe from the whole scene. We’d been there three nights – i had left a $20 bill by the tv (and ultimately i did the same for my room). The girls had pushed two double beds together and were generally teenage girls with crap strewn everywhere – so it was I’m sure it was a drag to clean. In my opinion it’s an appropriate thing to leave a tip and I hope/imagine it’s appreciated.
We then left the hotel for a few hours – I took the girls to the beach front hotel where the vast majority of their teammates were staying so they could hang out and enjoy each others company before we all had to head back to reality. As teammates siblings and parents passed by I sat in the lobby and tried to give out the remaining waters, Gatorades, oranges and bananas we had acquired over the weekend. After a few hours we left and came back to our hotel to spend the remainder of the day before we had to depart for the airport. As we got back to our rooms – I happened to look into the girls’ room – and the $ I had left was gone – and I had a really sick feeling that it was one of the girls that had taken it…
I was trying to figure out how to deal with the situation – or not to deal with it. Ultimately I did not deal with it. I wanted to confront the girl. But I could not prove that the $ was not taken by the hotel staff – but I certainly have my suspicions. My daughter has mentioned that this girl had asked if they wanted a piece of a ‘stolen cookie’ earlier in the day. My daughter had thought it odd – but shrugged it off as just a peculiarity of this girl.
My daughter and this one ‘urban girl’ go to school together – the other girl that I was chaperoning – attends a suburban school. My daughter has said this ‘urban’ girl has done and/or discussed some sketchy stuff around her (and has the perceived /admitted reputation) – namely of smoking pot (on a daily basis) and the consumption of random pills… the ‘urban’ girl comes from a divorced family – the mother is very sweet, gracious and kind – she’s remarried with two young kids and a third on the way – her ex – well – he’s quite a story unto himself. Custody is split – three nights on – four nights off and rotated through the year… ‘Urban’ girl rarely does any serious amount of homework; (my daughter does hours and hours every night, weekend…). “Urban girl’ misses a fair amount of school; and misses both club and high school soccer practices due to ‘injuries’ and – well, we don’t really know – the reasons aren’t communicated. She’s an ok high school player – pretty fast – but honestly an inconsistent, at best, first touch; not much ability to possess or cross (which is kind of critical as she’s a striker); absolutely no left foot (few girls or boys have a truly strong ‘off’ foot); and a wildly erratic and off balance shot.
The ‘suburban girl’ and my daughter are very close – her father is a contractor like myself and we have similar familial belief/value systems – the girls just generally bond well and when on the field have a pretty good idea, without much verbal communication – what the other is up to. They generally play directly adjacent to one another sharing a similar passion for the game and are always looking to see who can learn the latest juggle or trick move. This girls’ father and I generally supply the team with water and Gatorade at every road game (particularly tournaments) to make sure they are never without a hydration/energy source. We just try and be as supportive and generous to each of the girls and their families that we can be. It’s a demanding sport; it requires a profound amount of time and energy; and our daughters are (in all honesty) some of the leaders of the team. His daughter is a co-captain and mine plays center-mid and is essentially the quarterback of the team. I know his daughter had nothing to do with the $ disappearing.
And then as we got through to the airport security we were stopped for several minutes. The baggage scanners revealed numerous substances in the ‘urban’ girl’s luggage. I had to stand there as the chaperone and as each item in question was removed from her bags I felt myself getting sicker and more tired of the situation in general. Ultimately the items turned out to be two bottles of water and a bottle of Gatorade – but I had visions of spending the next few hours at the airport security office. But seriously – who doesn’t take this crap out of their suitcase?!? I had – right before we went through security removed a bottle of water that I had stored in my camera bag. We had all stopped and the three girls saw me remove and discard the bottle. We left about 18 bottles of water in the trunk of the rental car as well… (there was a clothing issue as well which I’m not even going to get into…)
I then I learned after the fact – that on the return flight my daughter found an ipod mini in her seat back and as she exited the plane turned it into the flight attendants. The suburban girl was of the same mindset – the other our ‘urban friend’ – thought she should have simply kept it. (Ironically the flight attendants commented, as I passed by them – that they would have kept the ipod as well…)
I have talked to a number of people regarding this situation – particularly my wife and the father of the ‘suburban girl’ and a number of other parents – and we’ve come to the conclusion that we simply can’t chaperone this young lady any more. The risks outweigh the rewards. It sucks – you’d like to take her under wing and point out that she is destined for trouble – but I guess it’s just not a battle that I’m willing to fight. And my daughter has (if the both play) three more seasons of high school ball of this to deal with – and she’s not particularly pleased… but I guess such is life – and you do get to choose your friends – but not necessarily your teammates…
Well xanga – if you’re still out there (thanks!!!)? your thoughts?!?
i’m in fort laughterdale FL – with my daughter and her club soccer team. i’m chaperoning two other 15/16 year olds… quite the trip. they’re down at the pool now – but we just got back from go karting. i reek of gasoline fumes… hilarious – well one of the many zany weekend experiments. one of the girls has her license – my daughter and the other are only permitted. my daughter has spent some time behind the wheel – and the last teenager – none at all. the two of them were terrified at the start – they had to test on to the track. so some timed trials and a few laps later they got their ‘track license’ and were allowed to ‘race’. the total newbie wanted nothing to do with it… my daughter said if this is what driving is all about – i want to drive all the time… GULP…
the track had good music (from cake)
and a pretty interesting mix of people – from ‘grandma’ drivers to pro wannabe’s. black, white, latino, young, old, skinny, fat – i highly recommend the experience – but wear you some funky old clothes – you gonna stink somethin’ fierce when done.
the other fun thing – and we’ll see how long this lasts – we have a ‘race’ to the rooms… they get dropped off and head one direction – and i another… last one to the rooms – well i had them played good this am… they rounded that last corner – all giggling and bragging how badly they had me beat… and i jumped out and all three ended up crashing into walls and doors and each other – three pony-tailed blondes ping ponging back and forth – one tumbled forward past me, the second one into the last – and all ended on the floor – well we all did – elvis only knows what the rest of the hotel floor thought – but the screams and laughter were well worth the stomach aches and gasping for breathe… who knows how badly this will escalate and into what future shenanigans are in store… but to be able to have as much fun with these three great kids – good times… have a night xanga land…
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in the spirit of ‘faith’ and valentine’s day – i present to you…
the original, completely queer – ok ‘faith’
now – this is more my speed…
i searched out a bit more – and i know there’s some chick named faith hill – but i guess it’s a little more about the belief in climbing her hills that leaves folks awantin’… i just couldn’t see puttin’ her on my blog… i mean – i found this far more amusing than any faith hill muzak…
not so much… actually not at all…
well hell y’all – here’s true love -
enjoy v-day – struttin’, futtin’ and butt shakin’…
how about fix your freakin’ site!!! i’ve lost three posts in the last three days – for about the last two weeks it has been slow as pure molasses on a cold winter day… in new yorkese – that’s like being on the l.i.e. – on a holiday – which means you aren’t a goin’ nowhere! come on xanga wtf?!?
oh – i don’t own no rights to this here video – but well i think it says plenty…
only thing a finer might be if she done broke out a weldin’ device and made some implements to a – to a – well just listen here…
well fine folks – some afine, fine singin’ a fiddlin’ and a such…
i was fit to post a different song for this here young lass – but damn – she sure can sing mighty purty – so take a listen, it ain’t the best recordin’ – but i’m just here to spread the word, to evangelictize – and right bit beautified…
now i found upon miss ford here whilst a lookin’ for more on my new favorite artist – who i can’t seem to stop playin’…
and just in case the music hasn’t been fine enough there just happens to be a bit of eye candy attached to this here video… i had no clue who she was – but i’m a guessin’ (based on comments attached that she has some ‘glee’ affiliation. now i reckon’ that ain’t necessarily a good thing – but i don’t know much about much – so what do i know? – exactly). same as the next…
have yo’ selfs a fine one… and be awatchin’ for purty lasses carryin’ themselves abag o’ hammers…
i’ve been awake for a few hours now and well – i’m snacking on some apple jacks and cinnamon t(o)asty i might add – foraging for tuneage before i have to take my son to school and begin the day… i love the sound of this…
it reminds me of back in the day – being free labor to my dad as we worked in the yard and he listened to the oldies station. and well i owe him a debt of gratitude – mostly for the sounds – i love 60′s garage rock sounds – and hence my propensity toward rockabilly (which roots even further back to 50′s – but the sounds of the 50′s encouraged youth to go out and grab an instrument and form a band… kinda like – but not really…
i meant to post a tribute the other day to sam the sham & the pharoah’s – but i slipped and forgot… i posted this version of their song just for the groovy factor… one of the original members died (i think on tuesday) and well – this is kinda one of the songs that helped shape garage rock…
and spawned groups like this:
and somehow i missed this!!!
this is sick!!! this is absolutely insane!!!!!!!!!!! i’m one of the lousiest surfers ever on the planet… this
and then there are idiots like these…
obviously i’m quite easily distracted… have a day xanga…
