Fool’d by the internet

I was looking for the lyrics to Jackson Browne’s “That Girl Could Sing”, to post on Facebook, because I thought it might be an appropriate answer to another FBFriend’s post, (Its really not that close to what I thought and didn’t post it, but I did go down a rabbit hole).
While there I found a YouTube “video” of Jackson Browne’s 10 greatest hits.  I can’t name them all, but I put them on in the background while I was catching up with Facebook.  As I got to the end of this poor idea, I became aware, that “The Pretender” wasn’t even in this guy’s top 10!

I was pissed.  So I bitched about it in the comments and then post here now with the lyrics and a link to The Pretender.  Everyone has their own opinion.  Jackson Browne IS great.  But come on …


Jackson Browne – The Pretender


I’m going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
I’m going to pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
I’ll go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
I’ll get up and do it again
Say it again

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening
I’ve been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it’s the wink of an eye
And when the morning light comes streaming in
You’ll get up and do it again

Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the Pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight

I’m going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we’ll fill in the missing colors
In each other’s paint-by-number dreams
And then we’ll put our dark glasses on
And we’ll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We’ll get up and do it again
Get it up again

I’m going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Though true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender

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So there I was …

Now this is not the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.  But it was such a surprise that I ended up injuring myself and being fooled by the dumbest of cats.

Yes, a cat story.

You have to understand that this is the scardiest of scardiecats.   To the point where she loses out because she always runs away.   She’s 9, is Anya, and about 16lbs.  But her girth has never been a factor.  She screamed and ran from the time I brought her and her sister home.  She has to smell my hand each time, before I’m allowed to pet her.  Otherwise, she’ll just back away.

I’ve never struck this cat.  Never hit her in any way, even as she was clawing the bottom of my 1960’s, floor to ceiling curtains.

Zander and Anya  were like the two halves of Kirk, in that Star Trek where he is split in two.  Good and bad.  Brave and not so brave.  Bold and timid.  Zander would climb to the top of the curtains and walk the ledge of the window 8 feet up, when she was 8 weeks old.  Anya would talk to her from the floor.  I never let them outside, because I live on a busy Main St.  Only Zander ever wanted to go out anyway.  Anya watches from the window as I leave for work.

Zander used up her 1 life with cancer a few years ago, and left me with Anya, the totally not brave.

She screams for attention at notable decibels, and moves just out of reach when you  reach for her.  Not once in a while.  Always!

Only in the last couple of years will she sit on my lap – she’s done this less than a dozen times since I’ve had her.  And she’ll run away at the first sign that I may sneeze.

So I got used to it, and I would have to sneak up on her if I wanted to pet her.

Today, after being out all day, I came into the house and stood at the door.  There was Anya, just out of reach.   In my best menacing Captain Hook voice I said something like  “So, I’ve got you now, Ha Ha!  And I’m going to pounce on you at last” and I jumped at her with both feet, knowing she would retreat as I reached for her, if not out and out flee into the kitchen.  Sometimes if I’m not too loud, if I’m slow, I can catch her and roll her onto her back and rub her belly.  This she likes.

But the truth is, I figured I’d scare her today and I jumped toward her, hands out, full frog position … and she didn’t move, so my weight would have landed on my hands and my hands would have landed on her.  I’d have crushed her.  I tucked them down by my feet.  My center of gravity was way too far forward.  My hands back at my feet now protecting Anya from my threatening mass.

BANG, I hit my head on the floor.  I saw a brief bright yellow and red flash and rolled onto my side preserving at least, her, life.  She has always run.  Always!  Today she didn’t run.

I hit the ground hard, full on my forehead, wearing my Yuengling baseball cap, and I am currently raising a reverse “NGL” welt from the logo stitched into the front of the cap.

It feels as if this mark may stick around for Tuesday’s employment interview!  So far no blood.

Right now she’s looking at me.  Complaining.  And standing 6 feet away.

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More contemporary evidence that Reagan was a failure …

His stature now grown by Republican operatives naming things after him and writing fiction about his greatness – doesn’t disprove what we all new then.  Reagan was  a failure and a fraud and a deeply fraudulent president who let his wife’s psychic dictate their schedule.

For example:

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The best of mankind

With all of the bad popping up, I wanted to reinforce this good thing.  I think it is evidence of the best of humanity, and with all that we can recognize, in our gut, which is bad in the world.  I thought some gut thing that is evidence of the best of us should get more publication.

So here it is.  Enjoy it.  Maybe you have seen it.  Its not new.

It just moves me.  I don’t even know the name of it or the language.

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Mine was, I suspect, typical.  The surprise was that my new boss was in from Chicago.  I doubt he flew in just to let me go.  (Side note – when my Dad got “let go” from GE, they called it a “Layoff” and indeed it was for in a year or so, the called him back.)

Its interesting to me that I don’t remember the exact language.   He had a 1 on 1 scheduled with me (which he had postponed from last week because I had taken that day off).   It said in the schedule the boss “will call … ” because we always did them by phone, he being in Chicago, and I usually called because I would go find a private room for a private meeting.  Not everyone’s one on one is private, but I liked to have my one on ones in private.

So my boss was here and I said I wanted to look for a private room for our conversation, maybe one of the little conference rooms off the cafeteria.   He said he already had one booked!

He said it was the “Main Conference Room”.   That was a surprise.  There’s a table in there that seats twenty!  But no alarm bells went off.  (I’m not as sharp as I used to be.)   When we got there and the head of HR was there , I said “Its in use”.   Like I said, not as sharp …  When he said “No, we’re in here.”  I finally figured out that it was my turn.

I think I said something like “So this is it then?” and I think they said yes.  It wasn’t surreal. I wasn’t shocked or confused.  I knew.

They’ve let so many people go, better people than I.  People who had been there longer, and were more central to the place than I ever was, were let go.  I wish I knew the numbers.   There’s something over 500 people still working there, but there were 1100 when I started.  I’ve heard it was 2000 at one time.

There’s still a strong manufacturing base.  Three shifts still.  But they’ve dispatched whole departments.  Gone was the heart of the place, the Creative department.  We used to bring in raw paper and ship out boxed calendars and organizers.  One process, stem to stern.  They removed the whole PrePress department (about which they’re back peddling now).  They wiped out Marketing.  Decimated Forecasting.  Slimed Finance.  More that I’m forgetting.  And even in manufacturing they started with the 25+ year veterans and over and over removed and reassigned managers.

Let’s just say “Nobody worries about getting a good parking space anymore.”  Park wherever you want, there are more spaces today than last week.

Its all typical corporate America.  No malevolence.  No malice.  Not inhumane, just corporate.  More and more work has been outsourced.  Our company has either bought or been bought by another company at least every other year since I started.   Each time, cash went to the new company, and somebody got fired.  Many times it was the people in the other company.  Many emails were sent that ended in “We wish them well.”

It was always boilerplate.

We always felt bad for them.   When the first big layoff (see I said it) came, we were shocked.  Some 200 people that we worked with everyday.  All those 25 year managers.  Poof.  Gone!

I worked on a project where the one of the managers I was working with, was let go right in the middle of it.  “Talk to so and so instead”.  And I did, and brought him up to speed on my issues regarding the project, and then, they let him go.  “Talk to so and so.”

And so it goes.

And so I’m gone.  Its not personal.   Its corporate.   Who could ever confuse the two?

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If you liked the SNL Anniversary – you may find this interesting

I like Eddie Murphy and pretty much all of the SNL exes, even Dennis Miller, but I would have thought this would have been a joke Eddie Murphy could have taken and gotten on with his life.   Does a comic have an obligation to take a joke?

The David Spade sketch by the way “Hollywood Minute”, I had forgotten about, but now that I recall it, it was pretty acerbic – and pretty funny.

I guess it is at least consistent with his unwillingness to make fun of Bill Cosby.

Even Eddie Murphy can hold on to a hurt.  Its like he’s Irish or something!


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Green and Green and Green

It may not be a great poem, but I wrote it years ago and recently found it.   It got a “nice” from someone whose opinion I respect, and its about the same state of frost these days that I felt back then.

Green and Green and Green


In the Valley of the Shadow of Winter
spring hopes eternally.
persistent snow smothers green dreams
no.  huddled.  pushing back gently.  patiently
In the Valley of the Shadow of Winter
spring hopes eternally.
uniformed, proud, they battle
from a distant beach
calling out they say we are here now
we are coming
In the Valley of the Shadow of Winter
Spring hopes eternally
pressing through, pushing through
flush and fervor
the Sun comes to warm the valley
touching souls it contacts the underground
“shh,   … be ready”!
Bursting through with warm fervor
the sons shout “we are on our way”
send forth the heralds
peaking through with a smile
extending a gentle touch
the Sun slips away
“but I’ll be back”
In the Valley of the shadow of
sleeping people open
green grass has overtaken frozen snow
warm feelings move stiff and youthful bones
around the valley
thanks are given
gentle smiles
warm Sun
green and green and green
and Baseball
(c) 1989


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One more word against the Reagan illusion is still worth stating

Reagan was wrong, money trickles up.  AIDS is not a gay disease.  He was right about us getting out of the middle east, but his party is owned by Wahabist oilmen who are more interested in money than their own beliefs.

Reagan was wrong, money trickles up. AIDS is not a gay disease. He was right about us getting out of the middle east, but his party is owned by Wahabist oilmen who are more interested in money than their own beliefs.

He was both evil and a coward, and he played it big so people would believe him, like when he acted like a fighter pilot during the war, then talked like a fighter pilot as president. He was never a fighter pilot.  A fraud. An idiot. And a mean son of a bitch. He hated the protesters at Berkeley. He ended free public college in California. He was only comfortable in the good ole ways, even if that meant campaigning at the very location in Mississippi where those three civil rights workers were murdered. He was a cold headed bastard. He had no heart. His legend is manufactured – a fraud.



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I’ll go see it!

Anyone else want to see this movie?  Its probably stupid and surely silly, but Kim Jung can suck my big Un~



I like Seth Rogan.  He’s goofy.   And when he gets with James Franco he gets really goofy.   Its a funny idea, and I want to see it.  And I want to live in a country where we can make fun of our leaders.  I sure want to live in a country where we can make fun of silly people like Kim Jung Un.    Anyone else?

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Borrowed from Robert Riech

“Movements are now gathering force — countering sexual violence against women, police brutality against minorities, excessive CEO pay, corporate personhood, gerrymandering and voter suppression, too-big-to-fail Wall Street banks; for a living wage, state banks, limits on carbon emissions. Don’t despair. Get involved. Organize and mobilize. Make a ruckus.”

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When Reagan left office, he left in disgrace.  Since then a non elected (cf Roger Ailes, William Kristol, The Nation) cabal like the Drudge Report and Michael what’s his name, then there’s the Fat Fascist and on it goes, have set about getting buildings, boats and airports named after this idiot and loser and intentionally went about turning his legacy around.  That was bad.

But now they’ve distorted it so that what (I know … left wing) people like Bill Maher and myself have started calling him St Reagan (as a joke) because it seems people not only don’t know what Reagan did, but they think it was a benefit to the country.

People have talked about lowering taxes like it is a fetish, and always assume that it will raise revenues.  That’s just stupid.  Taken to its logical extreme (there’s that word again) if we had no taxes we could run the government for free!

St Reagan raised them.  We can raise them.  The top tax bracket on the richest Americans under Eisenhower was 91%.  But guess what, the rich never paid near that.

My taxes are mostly in the 25% range.  But a money fund manager on wall street can make millions, and only pay 15%.

And besides Reagan raised taxes~~~ (I know I said it twice)

And he also signed an illegal immigrant amnesty law into effect!

So what people are saying about him now, in Conservative propoganda, is mostly fantasy.  That is why I quoted Robert Reich, above.

I say we should raise taxes, to pay off the bills, which, if trends continue, the budget deficit will cease to be in a few years, even without it, because it has steadily been diminishing under President Obama.

Consider the military industrial complex.  Consider 11 carrier battle groups.  11!  No other country has 1.  Perhaps a little military belt tightening could be considered.  (SHOCK AND AWE).  Eisenhower warned against the encroaching power of this integrated system of self supporting spending.

We have to be able to have the courage to say these wise ideas again.  I’ll never get elected to anything.  I can say them!

I just wanted to say “Raise Taxes”!  They are words that people used to be able to speak, until the Republican talking machine over-shouted every other sound,  and the joke that was Reagan’s intellect, was reimagined as genius, and his voodoo economics, were just that.

Add in that he consulted astrologers to make his travel plans, and it helps the point that St Reagan was, in fact, a little nutty.

Its time to start thinking with our brains again.


“Make a ruckus”!

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