http://www.purevolume.com/elijahwyman Found some new music on Purevolume.com this past week, a mixture of Robert Smith from the cure and Bright Eyes passing it along.
For the first time in my life I feel old, due to the age of my parents. For christmas my dad bought himself and Ipod and an HD big screen tv that comes with 2 remotes one for the tv and one for the dvd player. You can obviously see where this is going but he needs help downloading music and videos to the ipod of which I have no problem doing but there is a sense of aging going on some sort of torch passing. 15 years ago we would always go to my grandmas house and help her program her microwave clock or her arm chair that helped her stand up all by her self. There will come a time I'm sure that my kids will help me with my (whatever the next invention is). Its amazing to think there is a generation of kids out there that don't know life without the simpsons. I am sick of America being an apologist country. Let me clarify. This entire thing going on over the past few weeks with what can and can't be said with out apologizing for it afterwards pisses me off. I'm sure Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert will illaberate more so that is that.
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
"Fear" sonnet
10 by 14 not exactly iambic pentameter ther are a few hickups when you read it aloud needs to be edidted and finished spring 06'
I fear I may be part coin collection
I fear people, when they finally snap.
I fear if not praying, my soul to keep.
I fear the loss of my recollection.
I fear discovery, when I unwrap.
I fear I empower the bourgeoisie.
I fear the example left for my son.
I fear the feeling of Dad’s leather strap.
I fear not dying in middle of sleep.
I fear my future is not up to me.
I fear writing and the reader who scans.
I fear government and his guarantee.
I fear that Heaven will not let me in.
What else do I fear? Let me start again.
I fear I may be part coin collection
I fear people, when they finally snap.
I fear if not praying, my soul to keep.
I fear the loss of my recollection.
I fear discovery, when I unwrap.
I fear I empower the bourgeoisie.
I fear the example left for my son.
I fear the feeling of Dad’s leather strap.
I fear not dying in middle of sleep.
I fear my future is not up to me.
I fear writing and the reader who scans.
I fear government and his guarantee.
I fear that Heaven will not let me in.
What else do I fear? Let me start again.
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