Transfixus Sed Non Mortuus

Here I Stand, Pierced and Transfixed

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It rained every day for a week.
We had pots and pans and cans
everywhere there was a leak.
The sheet rock in the living room
came down in one big sheet
on the couch,
and the TV,
and you and me.

I’ll tell you what we need to do:
remember that above the clouds
the sky is always blue.
And if I was a bettin’ man,
I’d tell you what I’d do.
I’d bet it all
on me and you.

We put every dime we had
in that old car,
but it’s getting hard to count on
’cause it’s getting hard to start.
We’re better off to walk these days
if it ain’t all that far
to the place
we gotta be,
you and me.

I’ll tell you what we need to do:
Remember that above the clouds
the sky is always blue.
And if I was a bettin’ man,
I’d tell you what I’d do.
I’d bet it all
on me and you.

Well, I hear their callin’
for a hurricane.
And I don’t think this old house
can stand another drop of rain.
Forget evacuation,
that ole car won’t stand the strain,
but we’ll make do.
We’ll make it through,
me and you.

I’ll tell you what we need to do:
Remember that above the clouds
the sky is always blue.
And if I was a bettin’ man,
I’d tell you what I’d do.
I’d bet it all
on me and you.

If I was a bettin’ man,
I’d tell you what I’d do.
I’d bet it all
on me and you.
~Michael Reno Harrell

“What is That?”

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I think the relationship between a father and son is very special. I know that my relationship with my own father has had a lot of ups and downs. It usually coming from my own failures to see the love my father is constantly giving to me and the hope that he has for me. Often, he’s done things that were hurtful to me, but I realize now that a lot of that hurt was because I refused to honor him for the person he is, flaws and strengths brought together in a remarkable person of grace and dignity. It’s up to me to do my best to remember that.

Lauren Aquilina – Fools

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Sounds of Silence

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Daniel: “I like you.”
Hannah: “I like…frogs.”

Strangers, Again

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Vincent Black Lightning

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Oh, says Red Molly to James, “That’s a fine motor bike.
Ah, a girl could feel special on any such like.”
Says James to Red Molly, “My heart’s off to you!
That’s a Vincent Black Lightning, Nineteen Fifty Two.
And I’ve seen you at the corners and cafes it seems,
red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme.”

And he pulled her up behind
and down to the Box Hill,they did ride.

Oh, says James to Red Molly, “Here’s a ring for your right hand,
but I’ll tell you in honest I’m a dangerous man.
For I’ve fought with the law since I was seventeen.
I’ve robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
Now, I’m twenty one years, I might make twenty two
and I don’t mind dying but for the love of you.
And if fate should break my stride,
then I’ll give you my Vincent to ride.”

“Come down, come down, Red Molly,” called Sargent McRae,
“for they’ve taken young James Addie for armed robbery.
Shotgun blast in his chest left nothing inside.
Oh, come down Red Molly to his dying bedside.”

When she came to the hospital there wasn’t much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath.
But he smiled to see her cry.
He said, “I’ll give you my Vincent to ride.”

Says James, “In my opinion, there’s nothing in this world
beats a Fifty two Vincent and a red-headed girl.
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won’t do
Ah, they don’t have a soul like a Vincent Fifty Two.”

Oh, he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
Said, “I’ve got no further use for these.
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
swooping down from heaven to carry me home.”
And he gave her one last kiss and died.
and he gave her his Vincent to ride.
~Richard Thompson

November 12 is my birthday, and that means another year has come and gone. Looking back on this past year, I feel like I’ve grown a lot and I’ve learned quite a few things.  I’ve heard it said that you learn something new every day.  I hope that has been true for me.  As an exercise in that frame of mind, I once again put together the “Top 40” things I’ve learned this year.

This year I learned:

  • a lot about overcoming unexpected obstacles on the Ann Arbor to Chicago Bicycling Trip.
  • how it feels to be chased by zombies!
  • what it feels like when a tupperware full of soup opens in my book bag
  • what fun dancing through downtown Ann Arbor in a kilt is
  • that there are “three marvelous deeds: to forgive wrongs done, to amend everything possible, and to refrain from injustice. “
  • how good Work for Wings sounds at the Water Hill Music Fest!
  • that bike shoes and khakis don’t exactly work as an ensemble (when I forget a pair of dress shoes)
  • what African drumming at 5am sounds (and feels) like
  • that racing cyclocross is really hard, but really fun!
  • what my Top Five Strengths are and also how to develop them
  • that “Peace is not something you wish for; it’s something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away.” ~Robert Fulghum
  • about I Draw Slow’s Goldmine
  • what an amazing and beautiful town Saugatuck is
  • that worrying is just a wanton waste of a wonderful imagination
  • what Jesse Manibusan sounds like live
  • a lot more about what I’m good for
  • how Goitse sounds live (and it is good!)
  • how to eat two twinkies during a 5k run
  • that “forgiveness begins where the hope for a better yesterday ends.”
  • that Baubau can be really annoying when she wants to be
  • that FEAR = Forgeting Everything’s All Right
  • that the heart knows its own bitterness, and in its joy no one else shares
  • how it feels to run up a mountain at The Dirty Dog Dash
  • that “life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.” ~Antoine de Saint-ExuPery
  • how to find a new roommate and the perils involved with such an undertaking
  • about Korean culture at a Great Chuseok Party
  • how much fun indoor soccer is, especially when the team is made up of great friends
  • how to Let Sleeping Bears Lie
  • a few new things about planning and enjoying The Winter Sports Crawl
  • about Yak Traks
  • how to play racquetball and bowl left-handed (among many other things) due to my biking accident
  • that one should “hold on to what you believe in the light, when the darkness has robbed you of all your sight.” ~mumford and sons
  • how it feels to be at the first ever Big Chill at the Big House
  • that this life, Ca c’est bon
  • once more how cool it is to be a godfather to another nephew
  • what fun the RTH Christmas Spectacular was
  • that “though I think I am judging people, I am really just judging myself. I am either inferior or dominant, but never comfortable with who I am and where I am…”
  • how much fun a hotpot is
  • that “We don’t see things as they are; we see them as we are.” ~Anais Nin
  • what it’s like to ride the train at night

Bring It On

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My queen of the Bronx,
blue eyes and spitfire,
saw you walkin’ back and forth
about another boy,
thinking you may want to leave.

So, give me the fevers that just won’t break.
Give me the children you don’t want to raise.
Tell me ’bout the cool he sings you in them songs,
it’s better than my love
and bring it on!

Take it back out to the streets
where you know you used to be.
The Romeos of town
and if I bring you down
and you’re tired of those vows,
and you’re really walking out,

Then, give me the fevers that just won’t break.
And give me the children you don’t want to raise.
Tell me ’bout the cool he sings you in them songs,
it’s better than my love
Baby, bring it on!
Ohhh, bring it on.

Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I’m hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
Is he better than my love?
Who better than my love?

I found the letters with the reasons, two things
you been feeling that he says they’ll never know
And you say the night just got too cold
Well, everybody’s cold,
who will keep my baby warm?
And everybody goes.

So, give me the fevers that just won’t break.
Give me the children you don’t want to raise.
Tell me ’bout the cool he sings you in them songs,
it’s better than my love.

Well then wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wasn’t I good to you?
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wasn’t I good to you?
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
You don’t know what’s good for you!

Give me the fevers that just won’t break.
Give me the children you don’t want to raise.
Tell me ’bout the cool he sings you in those songs,
You’ve been my baby for so long,
and bring it on.

Ohh, bring it on.
Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I’m hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
Is he better than my love – than my love?
Better than my love,
Better than my love,
what’s better than my love.
Go on, take it all.
~The Gaslight Anthem

Moody River

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Last saturday evening,
I came to the old oaktree.
It stands beside the river
where you would a-meet me.

On the ground, your glove I found
with a note adressed to me
and it read “Dear love, I’ve done you wrong,
now I must set you free.”

Moody river, more deadly
than the vainest knife.
Moody river, your muddy waters
took my baby’s life.

Looked into your muddy water
and what did I see?
I saw a lonely lonely man
just lookin’ back at me.

Tears in his eyes
and a prayer on his lips,
and with the glove of his lost love
there at his finger tips.

Moody river, more deadly
than the vainest knife.
Moody river, your muddy waters
took my baby’s life.

Moody river, your muddy waters
took my baby’s life.
~Chase Webster