Friday, November 4, 2011

Sites To See

The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as a recommendation, and I have included sites that are rather disturbing to me.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.



























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Thursday, November 3, 2011

Bob Seger vs. The Highwaymen



Against The Wind
Bob Seger
It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
Janie was lovely
She was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness
With the radio
Playin’ low and
The secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
‘Til there was nothing left to burn
And nothing left to prove
And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me
Oh so tight
Wish I didn’t know now
What I didn’t know then

Against the wind
We were runnin’ against the wind
We were young and strong
We were runnin’ against the wind

The years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers
I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further
From my home and I
Guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was livin’ to run
And runnin’ to live
Never worried about payin’
Or even how much I owed
Movin’ eight miles a minute
For months at a time
Breakin’ all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searchin’
Searchin’ for shelter
Again and again

Against the wind
A little somethin’ against the wind
I found myself seekin’ shelter
Against the wind

Well those drifter’s days are past me now
I’ve got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in
What to leave out

Against the wind
I’m still runnin’ against the wind
I’m older now but still runnin’
Against the wind
Well I’m older now
And still runnin’
Against the wind
Against the wind
Against the wind
Still runnin’
Against the wind
I’m still runnin’ against the wind
Against the wind
I’m still runnin’
Against the wind
I’m still runnin’ against the wind
Against the wind
Still runnin’
Against the wind
Runnin’ against the wind
Runnin’ against the wind
Against the wind
See the young man run
Against the wind
Watch the young man run
Against the wind
Watch the young man runnin’
Against the wind
He’ll be runnin’ against the wind
Against the wind
Let the cowboys ride
Against the wind
Against the wind
Let the cowboys ride
Against the wind
They’ll be ridin’ against the wind
Against the wind
Against the wind
Against the wind
Ridin’ against the wind
Against the wind
Against the wind
Ride
Ride
Ride
Ride



Against The Wind
The Highwaymen
It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
She was lovely
And she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness
With the radio
Playin’ low
The secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
‘Til there was nothing left to burn
And nothing left to prove

And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didn’t know now
What I didn’t know then

Against the wind
We were runnin’ against the wind
We were young and strong
But just runnin’ against the wind

The years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers
I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further
From my home
I guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was livin’ to run
And runnin’ to live
Never worried about payin’
Or how much I owed
Movin’ eight miles a minute
For months at a time
Breakin’ all of the rules I could bend
I began to find myself searchin’
Searchin’ for shelter
Again and again

Against the wind
We were runnin’ against the wind
I found myself seekin’ shelter
Against the wind

All those drifter’s days are past me now
I’ve got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in
What to leave out

Against the wind
We were runnin’ against the wind
We found ourselves seekin’ shelter
Against the wind

Against the wind
Against the wind

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

WhiteHeart Wednesday




Let It Go
WhiteHeart
It’s an open window
A high flyin’ eagle
This hope in my heart of hearts
It’s whole lot better
To let go with the anger
Those things were tearing us apart
Oh oh oh
Now I can look into your eyes
With nothing held inside

It’s like after the storm
There’s a ray of gold
That’s how it feels
To let it go
It’s like Heaven has come
And opened the gates of your soul
To let it go

I got a whole new freedom
‘Cause I’m finally seein’
I’m seein’ you in the light of love
I’m not gonna judge you
I just wanna love you
There are no walls between us now
Now you can look into my eyes
With nothing held inside

Oh it’s like after the storm
There’s a ray of gold
That’s how it feels
To let it go
It’s like Heaven has come
And opened the gates of your soul
Yeah yeah
It’s a journey back into innocence
You feel the touch of tenderness
Your heart turns to gold
When you let it go
Let it go

It’s like after the storm
There’s a ray of gold
That’s how it feels
To let it go
It’s like Heaven has come
And opened the gates of your soul
Yeah yeah
It’s a journey back into innocence
You feel the touch of tenderness
Your heart turns to gold
When you let it go
Yeah yeah
So let it go

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Tuesday, November 1, 2011

TFT: The Highwaymen


Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.


Highwayman
The Highwaymen
I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive

I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner around the Horn of Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still

I was a dam builder
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I’ll always be around
And around
And around
And around
And around

I fly a starship
Across the universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I’ll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I’ll be back again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again


Born and Raised in Black and White
The Highwaymen
The wind blows hard
Across the Texas plains
Makes some people
Go insane
While others quietly
Pray for rain
That’s where we came from

Two boys playin’ in the burnin’ sun
One with books
One with guns
Mama calls
But just one comes
The other one runs

In a crystal sense
Of wrong and right
We were born and raised
In black and white
One learned to pray
One learned to fight
We were born and raised
In black and white
We were born and raised
In black and white

Brother took to the Gospel road
Spent his whole life savin’ souls
When he looked at me
His blood ran cold
He didn’t even try

I had no dreams
I had no plans
But a gun felt good
In my right hand
The warden asked
How come you killed that man
I said I don’t know why

Welcome home
Said the hot moonlight
We were born and raised
In black and white
One lives to pray
One prays for life
We were born and raised
In black and white
We were born and raised
In black and white

Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my mortal soul be blessed
By someone close to me

He came to me with tremblin’ hands
He swore he’d never understand
I said it’s just what life had planned
It’s destiny

Don’t waste your tears
On me tonight
We were born and raised
In black and white
I chose the dark
You chased the Light
We were born and raised
In black and white
We were born and raised
In black and white

The wind blows hard
Across the Texas plains
Makes some people
Go insane
While others quietly
Pray for rain

Lyrics From: [Cowboy Lyrics]

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Monday, October 31, 2011

Come Monday...Some More Fresh Air


“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

Early last summer, I was asked to publish something about [The Fresh Air Fund].  It can be read [here], and I hope this will be a timely follow-up piece, which [Grace] helped to prompt.

Yes, it well past an opportune time to actually host a child in desperate need of breathing some fresh country air, but giving to worthy causes never goes out of season.  Be assured that The Fresh Air Fund is indeed a worthy cause in a number of ways.

In sharp contrast, we have had some fairly recent encounters with charities rife with uncharitable aggression and apathy.  Since I am very hopeful that those encounters have been exceptions instead of the rule, the names of the organizations involved will not be given.

The first encounter involved a solicitation for a donation over the phone by a charity that we were able to give to last year, but our funds are not nearly as plentiful this year.  So, when my wife told the caller that we would not be able to donate anything this year, he asked, “Why not?”  He even went on to ask what was different about this year, since we were able to give before, which was very upsetting to us both.

If I remember right, it was later in that very same week a little over a month ago that she received another almost identical telephoned solicitation from another charity that we had given to last year.  This “inspired” me to find out what I could about what was going on, and I soon learned that both of the calls came through a third-party call center.  I was unable to find out if both calls came from the same place, but since the script was almost identical, I suspect that they were.

After finding out about the third-party call centers, I sought to get into contact with the actual charities, and the one I was able to get into direct contact with via email immediately began an investigation of their own.  Within a couple of days, they informed me that they had tracked-down who had made the call to us on their behalf, and after reviewing the recordings of several other calls that he had made to others, he was fired.

Be assured that I did not want to see anyone lose their job.  For all I was looking for was an emphasis being made on there being a big difference between soliciting charitable donations and collecting debts, but anyone with a semblance of common sense (naturally-speaking, of course) should already realize that—right?

It was a very different story with the other charity using a third-party call center to solicit donations, however.  For they did not list an email address on their website.  So, I called the telephone number that was listed, and the one answering the phone offered to take our names off of their list after evidently ignoring what I had told him about just wanting to help them right an ongoing wrong.  After repeating my intentions a couple of times more, he finally put me on hold for the director, and after almost an hour of waiting, I gave up.

Oh, but wait—there’s more!  For the second charity did have the name of the call center they were employing listed on the front page of their website, and I was able to send an email to them.  Twenty-four days later, I received an email from [MacRae’s Blue Book] that they had decided to not pass on my email to the call center.  When I sent a reply back to MacRae’s about it looking like they were as serious about providing good customer service as the call center was, it came back as undeliverable.

No, we are not quite done yet.  For when my sister-in-law went to donate their old couch after getting a new one, she had to go to three different charity outlets before finding one that was willing to accept it.  Now, I can understand if it had become the home for a bunch of militant squirrels bent on the destruction of all man-made items, but the only thing wrong with the couch was a very small (we’re talkin’ teeny-tiny here) tear in the fabric on one corner of the back.  Evidently, at least some beggars can afford to be choosers.

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