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Friday, April 7

In the BLOGOSPHERE for a whole week straight!!

WAY TO GO MARKOS!! What a perfect way to end this wild week of non-stop bla bla bla BLOGGING. Loved your spot with Colbert. I'm glad you took a "few" notes. I especially hope you wrote that idea of ONE BIG PARTY down on your paper - and paste it on the Daily Kos site for all of us double-minded flip floppers out here. and Steven, you are most genius to take w's only "good" trait (and in such a compassionate way) and put it where it should be: "Hey, at least his opinions don't change -- even when the facts do". Ain't that the truth spoken -- SPOT ON! Oh, and we BLONDES appreciate that you have come to the realization that EVERYONE at the airports should be searched - except the blondes. You're right, we could save alot of money that way.

I have been just about EVERYWHERE during this "BLOGGESCAPE" that I have been on. I most definitely need a shower very badly, I forgot what a good meal was like, and I am very sleep deprived. I have laughed waaayy too much, cried so many other's tears, and wish I could go on forever. But... My wrist is - I think - still there - cause I can see it. My ass, I don't know -- I can't feel it ; and my neck - well let's just say TG for heat wraps!

I'm now going to go about the daily routine. I'm really going to try very hard to work 1/3, play 1/3, and sleep(oh sweet Jesus please) 1/3. I say Jesus because that's the "name" that I get the feeling most bloggers recognize as having existed some 2000 years ago. I think most of us here believe that some "wise" person tried to get the word out all those years back. And now I think that if we could all get on some "bisexual" level here(need to work on that fine line of kinky, porn, preditor crap that's around), we could deal with the age old problem (?) of gender, roles, etc............
Don't we all have some of each others hormones at various times in our lives? TG for the y/y!!

I think I'll worship the SUN as my god. I'm with Carlin on that one. Even the sun can hurt you if you get too much.

I hope that we, as a society (in the USA anyway) haven't plateaued. Sadly, though I think that we may have. I have many thoughts on how we should
ride out this plateau....what are some of your ideas? First I want to take racism out of the dic. and put a double entry in for HUMANISM. I like the idea of turning off the cable channels, tuning into a calming, "one person talks at a time" radio station, listening to the muzak with my headphones and eyemask on, and BLOGGING BLOGGING BLOGGING. Oh, and MARKOS - rip up that other note you took down from Colbert - you know, the suggestion that you could raise some money with "a buck a hit" ( hee hee hee). Let's just laugh that one off and put a jar near our computer screens labled "A penny for your thoughts". Oh THEY BETTER leave that one alone - I- I - I don't even want to go there today.

Oh yeh-- and I think I'm going to read a few more books:

"Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider."...found it while reading, "How to Read and Why" - Harold Bloom (spent a lot of time at this site)

And that never ending quest of mine to find "The meaning of Life" in that song lyric - all the different composers and all the different "opinions" in their words. Music makes the world go 'round.. so they say. I'm still trying to find that perfect song for that poor man who got in trouble for playing that music in the taxi cab. I need to get back to that thread..... When I left the house with that question you asked, Dylan came on the radio singing um.. um... (my head is fried) it was something like - You got a lot of nerve da da da, to say your da da da - NOW I can't turn that off in my head (just heard it - and it's completely gone - help!!) I wanted to find the words and put it here (enjoying this cut 'n paste feature on the computer!), but after going into a Bob Dylan site -- you go try to find a song with just a few words and no title - JMJ he wrote alot of stuff!

Anyway, came upon this classic - thought of my blondes here. (I promise I won't post anymore lyrics - those sites are making me crazy right about now)


Words and Music by Bob Dylan
1974,1976 Ram's Horn Music

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."


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