Resistance is futile. Road trips in Middle Earth must be mind mapped with Borg precision. There is much to assimilate.
Friday, November 27, 2020
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
№ 523. If I Die Young
If I Die Young
The Band Perry
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Lord, make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors
Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singin'
Funny when you're dead, how people start listenin'
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Oh-oh, oh-oh
The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, oh
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls
Friday, November 13, 2020
№ 522. Hope
"Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.' "--- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tuesday, November 10, 2020
№ 521. Gratefulness: Bird Songs
A friend asked me about what I'm grateful for. I think the question is like a chain letter that's being passed around and made more current for the pandemic.
Why not? Finding something to be grateful for in 2020 is a useful exercise of mindfulness. It helps keep the black dogs at bay.
Here it is.
Every morning, I'm grateful for the bird songs that wake me up, without fail, at 5 am. Thanks to the micro-forest behind our house, we have lots of singing visitors all day.
I send her this clip. I couldn't find a good clip of Philippine bird songs, without the background music. This will do for now.
Sunday, November 8, 2020
Monday, November 2, 2020
№ 519. TEOTWAWKI
The Pandemic has arrived. We are still managing it. Barely.
Winter is coming.
Not the white walkers, but worse, the irreversible rise in temperature. An accelerating system that could wipe out our civilizations.
Singapore, as always, is leading into that foreseeable future.
"Giant solar-powered air-conditioners, vacuum garbage collection, subterranean roads for electric vehicles, urban farms and green architecture. Put them all together and you have Tengah, Singapore’s most ambitious project yet to build the city of the future.
TEOTWAWKI = The end of the world as we know it.