Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The Yankee or Dixie Quiz

There are some things one can do while one is injured and resting up. One is ice the injury, the other is take humor quizzes on the internet.

On this one,my years on the Left Coast are showing. I only scored 52% Dixie in my linguistic application of the English language. Y'all try it now, y'hear?

Yankee or Dixie?

Thursday, April 19, 2007

The Poet and the Shooter

Wherein a famous Black poet attempts to teach an autistic Korean college student about the whys, hows, and wherefores of poetry and is not quite prescient enough to prevent thirty-two innocents dead.

To Nikki Giovanni and Cho Seung-Hui


Sometimes poets know more than most
folks
They can see the coldness in the demeanor
The emptiness in the 9mm eyes.

Old Black Nikki with the silver hair,
poet and teacher,
Knew enough to kick him out of class
Smelling the gunpowder
Before
He owned the gun.

They had one thing in common
Nikki knew lonely
Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day
In the last stanza she said it

"They have asked

the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . . politicians and social workers

What this decade will be

known for

There is no doubt . . . it is

loneliness"


But no one knew lonely like
The dry-cleaner's son

Two aliens alike,
Split from their ethnos,
Yellow or Black

You choose the color.
Lonely.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

"The Dive", a True Story

Steve Knightley’s Track notes for this song on the Show of Hands album Witness say:

3. The Dive
A father and son known to me and a true story from the East Devon shoreline.

Personally, when I listen to this song I am amazed at the saving link between the father in his boat and the son, floating without any marker in the sea. It speaks to me of the metaphysical, yet very real, connection between parent and child. A fine song!

I tried to find the lyrics online but could not, so here is my (probably poor) transcripton. Apologies for any errors I have made, but this song and its lyrics are too good not to share. (If you find you love it as much as I do, you can download it from the iTunes Store!)

The Dive
(copyright Steve Knightley)

One November noon
We left the docks
Heading southwest
From Orcon (spelling?) rocks
My dad and me
Are nine to five
He used to steer
I used to dive

So over the side
I slowly went down
A hundred below
The seawater ground
Well, after an hour
I got low on air
When I surfaced again
His boat wasn't there.
My marker buoy
Had come untied
And drifted away
His boat at its side
He looked at his watch
Three miles to the South
And turned back again
His heart in his mouth

Soft rain on my face
The sun nearly set
I cut loose the waves
Let fall the nets
Lights on the shore
So bright and clear
The combs drifting in
And nobody near

Was there ever a reel
A rod or a line
So strong and true
So straight or fine?
The tide unwound him
Through time and space
He came out the darkness
Right to that place

Now we don't talk much
About that day
Got two kids of my own now
And one on the way
But if they're to grow
And if they're to thrive
One day they'll go
One day they'll dive
And when they come up
For light and air
I hope someone's close
I hope someone's there

It's November noon
We're leaving the docks
My son and me
For Orcon (sp?) rocks
Let's dive
Let's dive

Acts 17:26-28

Just for reference, this is the full verse. Why do so many people only see fit to quote up until the word "earth"?

Acts 17:26-27 (English Standard Version)

26And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, 27that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us,

28 for

"'In him we live and move and have our being';[a]

as even some of your own poets have said,

"'For we are indeed his offspring.'[b]

Friday, April 13, 2007

The Vapors, and Their Cure...

Well, lawsee me, I believe I am about to expire from a fit of the vapors...

Have to revive myself with a visit to the team over at Spirit Water Blood.

Right refreshing, all right!

God bless these bold and brave defenders of our civilization!

Laurel

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Thanks a Lot -- NOT! Or How to Teach Kids to Say "Nappy-Headed Ho"

This mess all got started with some very bad manners on the part of shock jock Don Imus. Surely his mama tried to impress on him that you don't call people names, especially not in a public forum! And maybe he didn't listen to his mama, but he should have, you know. Mamas have a great deal of wisdom that way.

Well, that was where this mess got started, but I can tell you for a fact that it's not going to end there. The exaggeration of the offense by the usual race profiteers and the constant repetition of the phrase in every single outlet of the mainstream media can have only one effect. All those wide-eyed little (and not-so-little) beings who are being baby-sat by the tube while their mother works at a low-wage job to "fulfill" herself are sucking that phrase into their vocabulary faster than you can say jiminy cricket. And, of course, jiminy cricket is not the phrase that's going to come popping out of their mouths next time they feel wronged by sibling, pal, or bully.

I'm not even sure the gender of the pre-pubescent perpetrator of pain will matter. The phrase is too good of an insult to make it gender or even ethnicity specific, really!

Little Billie (gender non-specific!), Black, White, Latino, Asian, you-name-the-eth, will spit the phrase out with remarkable venom at the target of choice, Black, White, Latino, Asian, you name-the-eth. "Give me back my toy, you nappy-headed ho!" "Stop hitting me, you nappy-headed ho!" "Mom! Jo-jo's being a nappy-headed ho! Make him stop!"

You express surprise? Shock?

Remember, these children are too young, for the most part, to really understand what they are saying; they parrot rude phrases precisely because of the reaction they see in the listener. They don't care whether the perpetrator of pain is indeed a nappy-headed ho or not! They have no clue what a girls' basketball team is, or what a college named Rutgers is, or even what the very real differences between the races are. What they want, what they lust after in their sin-filled, childish hearts, is the wide-eyed reaction from the adult in the area.

Gotcha! They smirk, and watch the grown-up explode.

So don't expect that Don Imus' expulsion from that public forum called radio is going to be the last time you hear the phrase "nappy-headed ho". Look for it in the family hour at home!

Sunday, April 08, 2007

A Blessed Resurrection Sunday to Everyone!

May the hope given us by our Lord's resurrection be an ever-present reminder of how blessed we, though thoroughly undeserving, truly are.God is merciful and compassionate and has saved us, even though we were dead in our sins!

Very Interesting Comment Thread Over at First Word

The original post is titled The Ten Greatest Heroes of American History, which is very good on its own, but the comment thread is even more interesting, especially the responses to a commenter called Keith.

The Ten Greatest Heroes of American History

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

You Heard it Here First...

In his press conference this morning, our President spoke very clearly about the issue of homosexuality in the military, that is, spoke clearly after stammering a few times and seeming very uncomfortable, that he"...will not be rendering judgment about individual orientation. I do believe that don't ask, don't tell is good policy."

And while I don't have the exact quote, at another point he said something about the decisions of the Supreme Court being "the law of the land" now.

Well, at least I only voted for him once...