Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Lost on a Dirt Road

A couple of weeks after announcing that the new site directory was basically ready to launch a couple of months ago, I had one of my epic dreams.  I consider them to be epic because of how realistic they seem to be and how very clear memories of the dream stay with me for days.  This one involved being on the truck and heading across the country with a load of produce bound for Brooklyn, NY.  The dream started with me being behind the wheel and noticing that I was now driving on a dirt road somewhere in western Pennsylvania—not I-80.  Even though the dirt road was firm and smooth, I panicked.  For I did not know exactly where I was, nor if there were any bridges insufficient to hold my weight just around the bend.  Oh no, there was no place to just turn around and go back to where I had got off of the interstate.  My panic grew and grew each time I stopped in a small town (without any side-streets, nor intersecting roads) to ask just where I was and how to get back to the interstate because the only answers I received were that I was where I was at and that they had never heard of an interstate highway, nor where I was at might be on my map.  Furthermore, I was running low on fuel and only had $100 in cash to buy diesel since no one in the towns I stopped in had ever heard of a fuel charge card—let alone accept the one I had.  The dream ended without me making it out of the nightmare alive and left me with a very uneasy feeling about heading in the wrong direction with the development of the new site directory.

While finding more and more mistakes I had made in the processing of the information the new site directory will provide, I swallowed hard and played with a new process, which would involve starting almost completely all over.  Thankfully, it is a much better way, and I was amazed at how much faster the processing was going.  In fact, I was even planning on launching a scaled-down version of the new directory on the anniversary of the beginning of my nightmarish hospital stay last year on September 4th.

On July 19th, Arlynda was out with her mother and fell hard on her rear on the sidewalk to an auto parts store.  This was the first of four times she has fallen since.  I will forego including anymore details, but work on the new site directory has come to an almost complete halt because of me spending my available energy upon doing what I can for Arlynda.  Be assured that I really miss visiting your sites, and I hope you-all have been doing at least relatively well.  I still have hope that things will at least get back to normal for us, but I have no idea when that might be.

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Sunday, June 26, 2016

Independence Day

Wow, it has been over a month since my last posting.  I have been keeping as busy as I can on the new site directory, and it is basically ready to launch.  I just need to work on a couple of things that might make things go more smoothly later on.

Alas, with me not really knowing what I am doing, I am quite sure I am doing everything the hard way.  A lot of that has to do with my eyesight still being fairly poor, which keeps me from learning the codes that could automate much of what I am (and will be) doing manually.

No, I did not get the cataract surgery on my eyes.  The plan was for the doctor who has been treating me with the Avastin shots to pass me along to another doctor (over him in the clinic) for the cataract surgery as soon as the excess fluid in the back of my eyes was gone.  The excess fluid has been gone since last March, but I was informed that my cataracts were not bad enough to warrant surgery at this time, which has left me not being able to read anything that is not at least in a 20-point emboldened font.  There is not a doubt in my mind that the real reason why I could not have the cataract surgery is because I am on Medicaid.

The huge irony of it all is that I could get off of Medicaid and become a contributing member of society again if things go well with the new site directory.  So, I am looking forward to the launching of the new directory in a couple of weeks as being an independence day for me and Arlynda in that regard, as well.

Herein lies one of the things I hope will make the new directory stand out.  For if you do a regular search (Google or some other) on Independence Day while looking for some information on the new movie by the name or maybe the American holiday, this article will show up—even though it has nothing to do with either.  The reason why is because computer algorithms are set to find the name, which may have nothing to do with the content while every site on the new directory is actually checked to see what they are all about and placed in appropriate categories.  Of course, my poor eyesight sure factors in, and changes will be made when they are needed.

Our Heavenly Father has sure given me some hard lessons to learn.  For I was raised to believe that He only helped those who helped themselves and that anyone down in the gutter (so to speak) had placed themselves there and was getting what they deserved.  I now know that He helps me the most when I am helpless to help myself (even before I beg for it) and that one can find themselves severely down and out despite how hard they tried to do things right.

Oh yeah, I have done plenty wrong, but it sure seemed right at the time.  I hope the new directory is not another one.

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Thursday, June 2, 2016

ATF: Honorable Mentions

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Dion]


Abraham, Martin and John
Dion
Has anybody here
Seen y old friend Abraham
Can you tell me where he's gone
He freed a lot of people
But it seems the good they die young
You know
I just looked around
And he's gone

Anybody here
Seen my old friend John
Can you tell me where he's gone
He freed a lot of people
But it seems the good they die young
I just looked around
And he's gone

Anybody here
Seen my old friend Martin
Can you tell me where he's gone
He freed a lot of people
But it seems the good they die young
I just looked around
And he's gone

Didn't you love
The things that they stood for
Didn't they try
To find some good
For you and me
And we'll be free
Someday soon
And it's a-gonna be one day

Anybody here
Seen my old friend Bobby
Can you tell me where he's gone
I thought I saw him walk up over the hill
With Abraham, Martin and John



Nightshift
The Commodores
Marvin
Marvin
Marvin
Marvin
He was a friend of mine
And he could sing a song
His heart in every line
Marvin
Marvin
Marvin
Sang of the joy and pain
He opened up our minds
And I still can hear him say
Ah talk to me
So you can see
What's goin' on
Say you will
Sing your songs
Forevermore
Ever more
Ever more

Gonna be some sweet sounds
Comin' down
On the nightshiff
I bet you're singin' proud
Oh I bet you pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
it's gonna be alright
On the nightshiff
You found another home
I know you're not alone
On the nightshift
Oh
You found another home
I know you're not alone
On the nightshiff

Jackie
Jackie
Jackie
Hey what you're doin' now
It seems like yesterday
When we were workin' out
Jackie
Jackie
Oh
Oh
You set the world on fire
Fire
Fire
You came and gifted us
Your love
It lifted us
Higher and higher
Keep it up
And we'll be there at your side
Say you will
Sing your songs
Forevermore
Ever more
Ever more

Gonna be some sweet sounds
Comin' down
On the nightshiff
I bet you're singin' proud
Oh I bet you pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
it's gonna be alright
On the nightshiff
You found another home
I know you're not alone
On the nightshift
You found another home
Gonna be some sweet sounds
Comin' down
On the nightshiff
I bet you're singin' proud
Oh I bet you pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
it's gonna be alright
On the nightshiff
You found another home
I know you're not alone
On the nightshift
You found another home…

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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Tuesday, May 31, 2016

ATF: Legends

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Don Quixote
Gordon Lightfoot
Through the woodland
Through the valley
Comes a horseman
Wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild
But he is mellow
He is strong
But he is weak
He is cruel
But he is gentle
He is wise
But he is meek

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
;Til he can shout no more

I have come over moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a king
I have searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean grown weak

See the children of the earth
Who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country
Riding off to take the air

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
‘Til he can shout no more

See the jailor with his key
Who locks away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the bench
Who tries the case as best he can
See the wise and wicked ones
Who feed upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun
Who must be dead to be admired

See the man who tips the needle
See the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar
On the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern
Stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black
Condemned to life upon the street

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again
Where no one will hear

Through the woodland
Through the valley
Comes a horseman
Wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild
But he is mellow
He is strong
But he is weak
He is cruel
But he is gentle
He is wise
But he is meek



Vincent
Don McLean
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you

Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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Thursday, May 26, 2016

ATF: Fading Memories

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Y’all Come Back Saloon
The Oak Ridge Boys
She played
Tambourine
With a
Silver jingle
And she must have known the words
To at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction
At the Y'all Come Back Saloon

In a voice soft and trembling
She'd sing her song to cowboy
As a smoky halo circled ‘round
Her raven hair
And all the fallen angels
And pinball playing rounders
Stopped the games that they'd been playing
For the losers evening prayer

Faded love
And faded memories
How they linger
In her mind
Miles and years played the cowboy
Like an old melody
Out of tune
And out of time

Every night in the shadows
Thinking back on Amarillo
He'd dream of better days
And ask for faded love
Lifting high his glass in honor
Of the lady and her song
He paid his check
Then lonely walked
That broken cowboy home

She played
Tambourine
With a
Silver jingle
And she must have known the words
To at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction
At the Y'all Come Back Saloon
She played
Tambourine
With a
Silver jingle
And she must have known the words
To at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction
At the Y'all Come Back Saloon
She played
Tambourine
With a
Silver jingle
And she must have known the words
To at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction
At the Y'all Come Back Saloon
ut the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction at the
Y'all Come Back Saloon



1979
The Smashing Pumpkins
Shakedown 1979
Cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I
Should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end
To it all

And I don't even care
To shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust
I guess
Forgotten and absorbed
Into the earth below

Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues
Down to see
That we don't even care
As restless as we are
We feel
The pull
In the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement
Lamented
And assured
To the lights
And towns below
Faster than
The speed of sound
Faster than
We thought we'd go
Beneath the sound
Of hope

Justine never knew the rules
Hung down
With the freaks and ghouls
No apologies ever need be made
I know you better than you fake it

To see
That we don't even care
To shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust
I guess
Forgotten and absorbed
Into the earth below
The street heats
The urgency of now
As you see
There's no one around

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