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All right Jim! Inspiring (as usual)!

Happy Birthday!

Way to go Chuck! Half a century's worth of love and devotion on the horizon!

Stop to think some huge entertainment entity spent $xx million dollars to give you "fun". We be really fucked up. What am I, a symptom of a greater problem here? I love movies with great dialogue and nuanced character development too. In fact, my favorite movies have those aspects. I'd rank this one alongside a movie like Twister, which doesn't rank high for me. My opinion lies squarely between what Alexander likes and Sal dislikes.

I saw it today. It has the least dialogue of any two and a half hour movie I've ever seen, and as a result the characters have very little depth. Still, it was entertaining and the effects were very well done. I had fun watching it, I guess that's all that matters. It's just a comic book.

Horrible news. Lamar Odom's six-and-a-half month old son suffocated in his crib. My condolences to Lamar and his family.

Only one vote for JB? George Clinton!

Wow, I was expecting a real dog. Amazing what money, viagra, and a big mouth can do for a guy.

Happy Birthday!

At one point to these untrained American non-football watching eyes it looked like Ghana was dominating the ball, even though the score was 1-0 Brazil. However, when Brazil got the ball in Ghana's zone, the precision of their passes and savvy attack seemed to be overwhelming. Two steps ahead, those Brazilians. Must be experience.

"Should HAVE", hang it all!

Miles Davis Liquor Ad Anyone post this one yet? DMACK over at AAJ found it.

How 'bout a whole "organissimo plays..." series? They could start with "organissimo plays selections from the Nessa catalogue."

Hey Jim, Joe, Randy...would you guys consider doing a bossa nova/brazil themed album? For some reason when I heard Corcovado recently I thought, "it might be cool to hear organissimo do this tune."

Mysterious Gift Of Musical Savantes Anyone catch this last night? A little blind girl memorized ALL the instruments from Herbie Hancock's "Maiden Voyage" after listening to it for a week(!). She was then able to play them back on a synthesizer one at a time and layer them over the top of one and other. When she got to the trumpet solo she started soloing over the top of the other parts she'd played. Amazing!

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

Happy Birthday!

email sent re: Basra & Moontrane.

All the extra played out jams are still my favorites. Sidewinder, Song For My Father, Moanin', etc etc.

Does anyone really expect political correctness in a dugout? I don't think Guillen knows how to separate the real world from the dugout. Sportswriters like Mariotti go over the top and insult ballplayers/coaches, then cry when shit gets slung back at them. Waaaaaahhh!

This morning it was Stevie Wonder, so I just finished listening to a Stevie marathon moments ago.

Is this a new method of smoking I wasn't aware of? Is it still possible to blow smoke rings that way? It's just where he had sneezed and got snuff in them.