Archive for May, 2008

TV crap

Posted in YouTube with tags , , , on May 13, 2008 by Frizz

I really miss this show:

One of my favorite TV theme songs:

and another:

and of course:

not to be forgotten:

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Throwing Stones

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on May 5, 2008 by Frizz

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me.

A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face.
But afraid, we may lay our home to waste.

There’s a fear down here we can’t forget. Hasn’t got a name just yet.
Always awake, always around. Singin’ ashes, ashes all fall down.

Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls.
By and by again, the morning sun will rise.
But the darkness never goes from some mens eyes.

It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
Stalking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me.

Click, flashblade in ghetto night. Rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley roll them bones. Need that cash to feed that jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.

Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today.

So the kids they dance, and shake their bones
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think.
If the spirits sleeping, then the flesh is ink.
History’s page, will be neatly carved in stone.
The futures here, we are it, we are on our own.

If the game is lost then were all the same
No one left to place or take the blame.
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or this shinning ball of blue we can call our home

So the kids they dance, and shake their bones
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south while white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashions set the pace.
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical he rant and rage, singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone
When his pants are down, his covers blown
And the politicians throwing stones.

So the kids they dance n shake their bones
Cause its all too clear were on our own, singin’ ashes, ashes all fall down.

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Its dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, ashes all fall down………….

~John Perry Barlow 1982

“I guess they can’t revoke your soul for trying”

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on May 3, 2008 by Frizz

West Chester is a great town. I’ve been here 3 1/2 months and enjoy it more each day. The past month I’ve been working at a company called Expanko. Check the link to see what the job is. It’s pretty cool. Environmentally friendly and green. I dig it.

Vincents is my favorite local bar. A great place for Happy Hour. Of course my happy hour usually goes a bit longer than an hour. I enjoy the Jazz upstairs, but the bar downstairs is where I usually will be. Unfortunately several of the other drinkin’ establishments I don’t like going to. Usually too crowded, and loud for me. Yep, I’m getting old. My club days are over for the most part. Once in awhile I may be talked into a club night, just not too often anymore. Jitters is pretty cool too. I don’t make it there often anymore, but occasionally I’ll stop in to listen to a band on Friday night.

My all time favorite coffee shop is Fennarios.
Coffee on Saturday morning is divine. Today, was the opening of the West Chester Grower’s Market. It rocked. I got myself some yummy sourdough, smoked cheddar cheese, pickles and my newest as of late addiction, pickled beets.

I’m looking forward to the summer. I’m still broke. I need a housemate or a part time job on the weekends. I’m just not sure what I want more. A house to myself with just me and the cats or weekends off to do whatever I would like. I’ll continue to mull it over.