"I find myself sometimes in a position where I think we're all just having a good time and everybody's laughing and enjoying themselves, then the next thing you know somebody bursts into tears." D. Letterman
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You know you're getting old when, attending a ground breaking ceremony for our local Humane Society's new facility yesterday morning, you're approached by one of their members who asks, "Would you like to volunteer for the annual Humane Society Christmas fund raiser?" My job, I was told, would be to play the part of Santa Claus holding cuddly animals on my lap for holiday photos. (It was then I wished--for the first time in years--I had shaved before leaving the house.)
Well, I try not to lean on You Tube too much here on the blog but, upon returning home, I found myself dancing through the house to a song playing repeatedly through the computer. It's energizing beat was just what was needed as Mrs. Dada and I did household tasks, pausing occasionally to play an ongoing game of "toss the tennis ball" to editor Sam who wasn't in the mood to help out with dusting or dishes. (And we think we're somehow smarter than the beasts?!)
But more than its driving rhythm were the lyrics that fit perfectly with my mood of anger at the present, our recent past, and my angst for a pathetic apathetic nation that finds itself being tugged into a dangerous future by a handful of nutballs determined to squeeze the goose for its last golden egg, even if it leads the whole damn planet to the brink of total annihilation.
The music is out there. Hundreds of artists have expressed themselves but the streets of America are eerily quiet. I guess you can't have a revolution while holed up in the house listening to a musician chiding you onward and one's only response is but to dance around killing dust bunnies to a driving beat.
Chores finished, I You Tubed the song. It's entitled, "There Is No Time." It's by Lou Reed. Someone added graphics.
But more than its driving rhythm were the lyrics that fit perfectly with my mood of anger at the present, our recent past, and my angst for a pathetic apathetic nation that finds itself being tugged into a dangerous future by a handful of nutballs determined to squeeze the goose for its last golden egg, even if it leads the whole damn planet to the brink of total annihilation.
The music is out there. Hundreds of artists have expressed themselves but the streets of America are eerily quiet. I guess you can't have a revolution while holed up in the house listening to a musician chiding you onward and one's only response is but to dance around killing dust bunnies to a driving beat.
Chores finished, I You Tubed the song. It's entitled, "There Is No Time." It's by Lou Reed. Someone added graphics.
3 comments:
Dear Santa, I mean Dada-- well, you may have gotten roped into that one, but can you really look into those sweet puppy & kitten eyes & say No to playing Santa?
Nice montage-- I am of the opinion that Congress should go ahead with Impeachment just for the record. Let's at least document the crimes, and lets have a public yea or nay vote over who supports the criminal activity. For all practical purposes, they are not getting anything else done- This would be a nice project and a historical action.
Fran: (thanks for the soul-searching
"Dear Santa" *SLIP*.
Re impeachment I am in total agreement. While probably a total waste of time, it's the most important thing our congress can do. I want it recorded for posperity who among them supported this decline and fall of the empire, of who permitted it by rubber stamping it, of who facilitated the misadventures of a few maniacal madmen. And then let historians judge those who acceded to 'em or did nothing to stop 'em.
(On a brighter side, and speaking as a lifelong USC fan, I was totally engrossed in UofO's victory over the Trojans yesterday...true distractions ending in celebration are so increasingly rare these days. I'm returning to my roots, I guess.)
"Santa Dada" (sounds like a small border town in californio) -- hey, better they thought of you for the beard than for the girth, right?
You found the best housecleaning music! It helped me to pack up today for a little road trip.
ps, I don't think it's ever too late for some Impeachment.
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