tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293761602024-03-13T12:36:51.620-05:00a few clowns shortstarted as a group of clowns from a company that flew telephones across the skies now I just want to get people to lighten upBill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.comBlogger1813125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-26870550979484374882024-02-04T16:17:00.000-06:002024-02-04T16:17:32.528-06:00what a fool believes<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Feeling a bit of a fool lately. Those that have followed this blog know that I enjoy interpreting lyrics. Often an old song from my past will offer new meaning in my present. Other times it's just life memories of when I first listened to the song. Some of you have commented on how this new meaning/connection of an old song has happened to you.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAzWQO9gZixCB0Izm3ZBjShRxzUsjrghLpL9Mjp7WVFZT8oTLflaO-922cxKr_qAWz-KPuUaw37ygyZaoUJqh90WXzFsVkl-g0frK84965yqtLkrGhT75sO95zpbtSn3NXzhhYuzmxGI1PhyphenhyphenGmA5zFlknoJRG8qWUTtLJ1Xl9hFaDs1V2Br2wmw/s235/19246.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="226" data-original-width="235" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAzWQO9gZixCB0Izm3ZBjShRxzUsjrghLpL9Mjp7WVFZT8oTLflaO-922cxKr_qAWz-KPuUaw37ygyZaoUJqh90WXzFsVkl-g0frK84965yqtLkrGhT75sO95zpbtSn3NXzhhYuzmxGI1PhyphenhyphenGmA5zFlknoJRG8qWUTtLJ1Xl9hFaDs1V2Br2wmw/w400-h385/19246.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">What's up, What's down</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Remember the Dobbie Brothers hit song "What A Fool Believes"?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Here's the first few lines:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He came from somewhere back in her long ago</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">
The sentimental fool don't see</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">
Tryin' hard to recreate</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">
What had yet to be created once in her life</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">
She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">
Never coming near what he wanted to say</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">
Only to realize it never really was </span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qKYQNtF11eg" width="320" youtube-src-id="qKYQNtF11eg"></iframe></div><br />
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Yeah you can't recreate something that was never created.</span></span><br />Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-12774469267852926302024-01-14T18:46:00.001-06:002024-01-14T18:49:26.209-06:00weird ad for me<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'm in CCC (Curious Confused Clown) mode right now.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-_D453Kym3pd2uivFC-r6bIbD3JMkfUdA5uGcficMzUMYJJ7OMJfa4wpGJ1iYLMjWI6PjxcCKP2fCYltzycthWYzSj8-6q3qngbbBvVnXwfjtV2ayNGERbXEZhIIkCbGPpVg5kH4LiqE3a9s0Et7l21HjcnB4k5VCKbaA5krRMj4xkC5tjlopg/s480/IMG_8698(1).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="360" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-_D453Kym3pd2uivFC-r6bIbD3JMkfUdA5uGcficMzUMYJJ7OMJfa4wpGJ1iYLMjWI6PjxcCKP2fCYltzycthWYzSj8-6q3qngbbBvVnXwfjtV2ayNGERbXEZhIIkCbGPpVg5kH4LiqE3a9s0Et7l21HjcnB4k5VCKbaA5krRMj4xkC5tjlopg/w300-h400/IMG_8698(1).jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Didn't give them permission to use my name</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">As I was <strike>trolling</strike> scrolling through FB the other day, an ad video clip came up that I found funny. I watched it but didn't understand why their algorithm would selected me as a potential buyer. Their ad matching failed with me. I decided I needed to share the ad but not buy the product. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Have you heard of "tactical pants". I have not.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p>
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<iframe allow="autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="true" frameborder="0" height="476" scrolling="no" src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?height=476&href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2FHikelaxstore%2Fvideos%2F1030492898276903%2F&show_text=false&width=476&t=0" style="border: none; overflow: hidden;" width="476"></iframe> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Being a senior I don't need tactical pants. Maybe strategical pants.
Comfortable pants that could remind me about my daily stuff and prevent falling
down. The ad shows many of features of these pants. Hopefully, the ad clip will play here. </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">No pants will help me kick my leg up. Pants helping put my shoes on quicker would be nice. I don't need to tow a car with my pants. HOWEVER it
would offer a great reason to take your pants off if you were offering
assistance to stranded lady on the side of the road. (is that tactical
or strategical??)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">How many rings of performers does your circus have now?
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<br /></div>Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-4366003330753147552023-11-26T22:00:00.000-06:002023-11-26T22:00:01.761-06:00New Post - that's what the button said<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Yeah clicking on the "New Post" just opens up a blank post. The hard part is coming up with something to write in it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I learned another bit of slang the other day from my grandkids. Dap up (or dapping) is a stylized gesture of greeting with your hands</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">. It's a few moves past a fist bump. All the kids do it but not this old man with some arthritis in his fingers.</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Abbreviation can be abbreviated as abbr. Ok, so much language trivia. On to the post.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyj8Bm4RyoOkmOhyphenhyphenZOnYI3CwYe8QbIMnjv5uEzRez_c-XZ5V3oIy9Lc8w48mi0xwO6ir5QfCckgLUO6po6mlPDFm5VIwvjUIWDpWPJc1f5LLf7ic9yZ5Vksj_9uE9PD6HsRoVyJZyti3txZeT-2u34E_CV813YUrMba0_pLkzA6UPO2wrW6I_fOg/s600/kick.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="466" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyj8Bm4RyoOkmOhyphenhyphenZOnYI3CwYe8QbIMnjv5uEzRez_c-XZ5V3oIy9Lc8w48mi0xwO6ir5QfCckgLUO6po6mlPDFm5VIwvjUIWDpWPJc1f5LLf7ic9yZ5Vksj_9uE9PD6HsRoVyJZyti3txZeT-2u34E_CV813YUrMba0_pLkzA6UPO2wrW6I_fOg/w311-h400/kick.jpeg" width="311" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm searching for a sign</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9P76j82v_NBpfBMMCSsUcxZ_7UJiHFmY5z9zQMkzKcDS93MsIJ37qtvvUirIQ47zANOtXw7tvG1hHyDSqkNs0EKdChZN3-B-PoV6dG3cvryUtcjnFzfdOuDU4xS0Tc_JpdXiQRhJi7k-y6AeFG3vKY3grgkOmeH1QNJeCEERxa2cKLOKqMGb3A/s604/frmfbace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="453" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9P76j82v_NBpfBMMCSsUcxZ_7UJiHFmY5z9zQMkzKcDS93MsIJ37qtvvUirIQ47zANOtXw7tvG1hHyDSqkNs0EKdChZN3-B-PoV6dG3cvryUtcjnFzfdOuDU4xS0Tc_JpdXiQRhJi7k-y6AeFG3vKY3grgkOmeH1QNJeCEERxa2cKLOKqMGb3A/w300-h400/frmfbace.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">but I should get out more</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiy3K43pH03zprEhlmkArcfe2Dt3F2T89HquSyw2Aym_awvQZCDBjOl0vJoWqzOD3ccrfNxq3Xrhqpa8B17gnrq61zUyV32jKAfh56dsN09nvnJscJ1HM-v6RtSZ1q-7ZBZASFWA1yk7Ai39bMLDiAVOSZEQdJ7yyphpIY4T4epT_aHpVsCMXHg/s1000/IMG_7570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiy3K43pH03zprEhlmkArcfe2Dt3F2T89HquSyw2Aym_awvQZCDBjOl0vJoWqzOD3ccrfNxq3Xrhqpa8B17gnrq61zUyV32jKAfh56dsN09nvnJscJ1HM-v6RtSZ1q-7ZBZASFWA1yk7Ai39bMLDiAVOSZEQdJ7yyphpIY4T4epT_aHpVsCMXHg/w400-h300/IMG_7570.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">On a my walk today, I talked to a squirrel</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeSzA89Ll_JPekh6zDUYdL9gmgLHk14VkFgNDktyq7RlD1YLmG1rDiVUi5KLDtaViiGsGwtBhrlMWHWlYon_6DZSOhQRgoH6sgDKKoWHzdzX0ltIEb7-CB4Ks1zritCoEIsUgMEsJbckQFaVSOPAXSg-TR7X0kzzM9qgu1aGOxuNPIiXzlh3Osg/s500/deep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeSzA89Ll_JPekh6zDUYdL9gmgLHk14VkFgNDktyq7RlD1YLmG1rDiVUi5KLDtaViiGsGwtBhrlMWHWlYon_6DZSOhQRgoH6sgDKKoWHzdzX0ltIEb7-CB4Ks1zritCoEIsUgMEsJbckQFaVSOPAXSg-TR7X0kzzM9qgu1aGOxuNPIiXzlh3Osg/w400-h400/deep.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This says it all.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Oh yeah the abbr.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">CCC stands for Curious Confused Clown.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />It's been a strange month so far. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Two lines from "Goin' Back":</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" style="font-family: verdana;">"...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" style="font-family: verdana;">But thinking young and growing older is no sin</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" style="font-family: verdana;">
</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" style="font-family: verdana;">And I can play the game of life to win</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" style="font-family: verdana;">..."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span><br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Not all questions are as consequential as say, “what’s the meaning of life?”. I have sometimes pondered that serious question. The result was either an incomplete answer or a headache.<br /><br />
More often </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">a question forms as </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">my mind drifts along while listening to songs.<br /><br />
Here’s a recent example:<br />
Which woman was that witchy woman the Eagles sang about?<br /><br />
She probably made her appearance during the witching hour.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />
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</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJCqxbIbNQKk2t_e7-XAmpFeC3Ye08klUn1WeCmEvuk8fMqMP3gw8pr_ciiD3hHhTVnxGZLO-_mBtVouQglqddwloos2EdkpkPqJnn90yzjQtfczfxyR4hQyl4QARoQIDTiY0EGqqR6AhQavWVOmfnr9IQuFuYcSiBAMg1w7zOIfHhVhZNuqaBg/s4656/0114191613.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4656" data-original-width="3492" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJCqxbIbNQKk2t_e7-XAmpFeC3Ye08klUn1WeCmEvuk8fMqMP3gw8pr_ciiD3hHhTVnxGZLO-_mBtVouQglqddwloos2EdkpkPqJnn90yzjQtfczfxyR4hQyl4QARoQIDTiY0EGqqR6AhQavWVOmfnr9IQuFuYcSiBAMg1w7zOIfHhVhZNuqaBg/w300-h400/0114191613.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">I just want an answer</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have more. (</span><span style="font-size: small;">a reason to keep reading</span><span style="font-size: large;">)<br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildZxxiIPwb-EjQ6y4sGMb5uEja2xzCvcCc49qPsdPsZPviFmrkExd5WE2TMgyOU341LmkDLveG1ETFB543HMPlbFeOP9mo8WdxRMlrWvc_cuJbxFxou-qFT3MuCRXL83Nhibrc5LoquZQLuPUJYNPn6vZslEWYGViu4_hgG760Jjs05PTuwQG1w/s2554/1117221519.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2554" data-original-width="1588" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildZxxiIPwb-EjQ6y4sGMb5uEja2xzCvcCc49qPsdPsZPviFmrkExd5WE2TMgyOU341LmkDLveG1ETFB543HMPlbFeOP9mo8WdxRMlrWvc_cuJbxFxou-qFT3MuCRXL83Nhibrc5LoquZQLuPUJYNPn6vZslEWYGViu4_hgG760Jjs05PTuwQG1w/w398-h640/1117221519.jpg" width="398" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why can't more public restrooms be little temples?</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">The public restrooms mentioned in the sign above were worth the visit. They were functional and stylish which is a much needed approach to improve public restrooms. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> 😕</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Next question to ponder. <br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I remember listening to this song back in the 60's. Even though we had no idea what the words meant we listen over and over. It had a catchy tune and some whistling. It was number 1 on the charts for a few weeks.<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Can songs in foreign languages still become hits in countries having very few listeners that understand that language today? Do remember this song?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rbTsG9jrJsU" width="320" youtube-src-id="rbTsG9jrJsU"></iframe></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">👴 <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I enjoy listening to the song “Save The Last Dance For Me” but the guy is either over-confident about his relationship or wants to test his girl’s willpower to temptation. Since I never impressed dance partners with a great show of my dancing ability, I knew my last dance would be compared to her other dancer partners that night. My question is why bring the competition of others to your relationship?<br /><br />
However that said, this clip of Bruce Springsteen dancing with his mom shows how the song can make sense. A very sweet video that’s worth watching.<br /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bits of lyrical advice<br /><br />
It seems many of the lyrics of the classic rock songs have more meaning/messages than most lyrics today. This idea of mine is certainly biased. Accurate or not, that idea created the reason for this post.<br /><br />
Best case you might pick up some useful thoughts here. At least, I hope you are prompted to leave a comment.<br /><br />
So in no particular arrangement here are lines/phrases from my favorite lyrics: (</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">oh with the extensive search capabilities on the web I’m sure you can find the song related to these lyrics</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">)<br /><br /> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrkMdrsAlGaamI_2Cp3oLWkU-oVPdVa27fyQfiJvbtHfbDP2qVpxLWnv2R-q5_85aAPEnt_CoSYcMc3gcpPf_udtQe44aHJ5oXpyfO706IGfyhtQIdahpZpe3N2JM4-un3iNRpuEcBrpqc-YU6SAn59GRA4EHn4FHy8yzd_2Xyx8SMSn_HVXCmA/s1744/mt-rainier-brdg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="1744" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrkMdrsAlGaamI_2Cp3oLWkU-oVPdVa27fyQfiJvbtHfbDP2qVpxLWnv2R-q5_85aAPEnt_CoSYcMc3gcpPf_udtQe44aHJ5oXpyfO706IGfyhtQIdahpZpe3N2JM4-un3iNRpuEcBrpqc-YU6SAn59GRA4EHn4FHy8yzd_2Xyx8SMSn_HVXCmA/w400-h244/mt-rainier-brdg.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Crossing a tree bridge</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But it’s all right now, in fact it’s a gas<br />
But it’s all right, I’m jumping Jack Flash<br /><br />
Wild thing, you make my heart sing,<br />
you make everything groovy.<br /><br />
Oh, and she never gives out,<br />
she never gives in,<br />
she just changes her mind.<br /><br />
Remember what the dormouse said,<br />
feed your head.<br /><br />
You can’t always get what you want,<br />
but if you try sometime, you’ll find<br />
you get what you need.<br /><br />
You can check out any time you like,<br />
but you can never leave.<br /><br />
The church bells all were broken<br />
And the three men I admire most<br />
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost<br />
They caught the last train for the coast<br /><br />
It’s not having what you want,<br />
It’s wanting what you’ve got.<br /><br />
Some days I feel alright,<br />
Some days I can’t wait until it’s night,<br />
Some days you gotta face that light.<br /><br />
Don’t surround yourself with yourself.<br /><br />
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow.<br /><br />
A weema weh, a weema weh…<br />
(ok just a catchy sound)<br /><br />
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time<br />
‘Til touchdown brings me ‘round again to find<br />
I’m not the man they think I’m at home.<br /><br />
You know you ain’t get younger<br />
Your pain and your hunger are drivin’ you home<br />
And freedom, oh freedom<br />
Well that’s just some people talking<br />
Your prison is walking through this world all alone<br /><br />
We go to a party and everyone turns to see<br />
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me<br />
And then she asks me "Do you feel all right?"<br />
And I’ll say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight"<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />
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</p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I’ll change this one for my blog:<br />
You can check out any time you like,<br />
but you can leave a comment.<br />
</span><br /></p>Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-15823325434066381082023-09-07T08:32:00.002-05:002023-09-17T19:45:51.363-05:00A different morning<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Morning has broken. Unlike the many mornings of this year.
<br /> <br />When I'm feeling sad <br /> I simply remember my favorite things<br /> And then I don't feel so bad</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> <br />I admit that mind trick has worked for me a few times. Seems lately it doesn’t work quite as well. Maybe I’ve become allergic to whiskers on kittens. No not really, the reason is my caregiver duty has ended. My wife's spirit has left her body.
Here’s her <a href="https://www.dupagecremations.com/obituaries/Mary-Patricia-Ellena?obId=28912278#/obituaryInfo" target="_blank">obituary</a> if you would like to learn more about this wonderful lady.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Here's a couple of songs that I find calming.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FIV73iG_e5I" width="320" youtube-src-id="FIV73iG_e5I"></iframe></div><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EbD7lfrsY2s" width="320" youtube-src-id="EbD7lfrsY2s"></iframe></div><br /> </span>
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<br />Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-85504429987855522492023-07-27T21:26:00.001-05:002023-07-28T09:33:37.139-05:00Gimme some coolin<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Please read carefully as my words have changed. (</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">I aspire to select thoughtful words.</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">) </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Hey<br /><br />
Well, my temperature's rising, and my feet on the floor<br />
Crazy people knocking 'cause they're wanting some more<br />
Let me in, baby, I don't know what you got<br />
But you better take it easy, this place is hot<br /><br />
Gimme some coolin<br /><br />
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Been a hard day and I don't know what to do<br /><br />
As I age, I’m thinking of changing the ‘B’ on my Bucket List to an ‘F’. What do you think?<br />
<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><br /></p>Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-41074700415447846662023-07-11T22:21:00.000-05:002023-07-11T22:21:01.137-05:00drift zone<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">While I was out wandering (</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">drifting?</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">) the internet a few days ago, I stumbled onto <strike>amazing</strike> <strike>stories</strike> some odd stuff to post.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"As we drift into the zone" </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Drift" and "zone" combine in my head to mean that moment you unconsciously slide into automatic thinking/creating. The drift into the zone line comes from the lyrics of "<a href="https://youtu.be/erG5rgNYSdk" target="_blank">Island In The Sun</a>" by Weezer. The song was in a list of relaxing songs I was listening to.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">If you do an image search for "drifting" you'll see plenty of race cars going sideways with tires billowing smoke.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">
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</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">This type of racing reminds me more of the ridiculous fantasy car commercials of today than the auto racing I watched growing up. I guess the drivers get into the zone while sliding down the track sidewise. I wondered if that many car buyers let their fantasy decide their purchase.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Drifting over to news stories on the internet (</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">pardon the burning tire smell</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">), I learned entrepreneur, Joseph Pedott, died at the age of 91 recently. Mr. Pedott's company made a fortune selling chia pets.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Chia pet research lead to a chia pet car. I didn't get into the chia zone but I found the video by the creator of a chia car very interesting. She probably got into some type of zone while creating her chia car.<br /></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/WAz91k63Q9c" width="320" youtube-src-id="WAz91k63Q9c"></iframe></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'm zoned out for now and will soon drift to sleep. Later.</span><br /></p>Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-24627719684116253002023-06-17T20:14:00.000-05:002023-06-17T20:14:32.411-05:00a family promo<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I have some ideas for my next post but different events took precedence over those ideas. The ideas wait.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">While I wait on those ideas, today I learned our daughter-rabbit-owner has a new side gig. Actually her two rabbits have the side gig but they would only eat any revenue so don't show them the money.
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<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It was about 25 or 6 to 4 when it happened.
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I’m searching for something to say for this post.
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Flashing lights against the sky, oh the police!
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Giving up, I close my eyes, my attempt to sleep again.
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I never could sit cross-legged on the hardwood floor.
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I find myself staring blindly into space. My back hurts.
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Don’t splash my face. Be nice.
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Wondering how much I can fake.
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Feeling like I ought to sleep
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Spinning room is sinking deep
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Searching for something to say
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Waiting for the words of my post.
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That’s all I have to say about 25 or 6 to 4. How about you?
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<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">As much as we wish, life is not simple for humans.
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<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I've got troubles, whoa-oh.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I've got worries, whoa-oh.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I need to find that feeling down in my shoes. Maybe I should take off my slippers and put on some shoes. Then I might be able to walk away my blues.
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<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I don’t give a hoot.<br /><br />
I should say, I rarely give a hoot. I’m not the rowdy type. During my teens and twenties, I gave a hoot more often. I tried to be careful not to get the boot.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />
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FYI, I’ve disclaimed my disclaimer so no need to present it here. Really, I don’t give a hoot. But if you do, the comment box is open.
</span></span><br /></p>Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-61710441808849541422023-01-10T14:25:00.001-06:002023-01-26T16:49:00.109-06:00sound memories<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just a short post about my recent memory of a sound.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">With your mind's eye think about the following sounds.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><br /></div><p>
</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnHShvU4Vube_GMrBwA58ilfhO7q4bBq1h2N_8VQMTxObpJG7zhyV8VvPmEmTsYGQMXirsz7Z1hQ6SeXRuLUGSbupmtqa0lZ88I4S1IvWGGw8GYlvAqWZd2p-7JSfFipKM1v1i02Msh_-H0rJqnNdkuIdGakRrkSdnHtvQX-OPGHaBN2mGQE/s144/phone%20man.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="140" data-original-width="144" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnHShvU4Vube_GMrBwA58ilfhO7q4bBq1h2N_8VQMTxObpJG7zhyV8VvPmEmTsYGQMXirsz7Z1hQ6SeXRuLUGSbupmtqa0lZ88I4S1IvWGGw8GYlvAqWZd2p-7JSfFipKM1v1i02Msh_-H0rJqnNdkuIdGakRrkSdnHtvQX-OPGHaBN2mGQE/w320-h311/phone%20man.gif" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">not pleasant</span></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWRTOxuYm4xkwhuOhWjKL4lnLAnfQSRogKWprUHkkId3iykNeOSFqeoqTuh0rc2TPjqjcWpLZWd5JG0jelXXAC7dPX9qwlBS-kUfSzj2fuRLInVuN_vztjnCLc3q0Io6816P4jEvNN24EyClMHbB1hQeQ_XauawqixIyMG5IiNfPPTzWBez8/s600/image014.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="600" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWRTOxuYm4xkwhuOhWjKL4lnLAnfQSRogKWprUHkkId3iykNeOSFqeoqTuh0rc2TPjqjcWpLZWd5JG0jelXXAC7dPX9qwlBS-kUfSzj2fuRLInVuN_vztjnCLc3q0Io6816P4jEvNN24EyClMHbB1hQeQ_XauawqixIyMG5IiNfPPTzWBez8/w400-h268/image014.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">common sound</span></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqtViwWwmsKITjcBdkMI7pPPKWkWEoh1h-qzRLkIYzoX0lxH6KuQehlMdk4VW0HkwPIN7MqHY0_vnsA_r5HVAntRTi3EJQsdRoPI6E2V-sNEYteg_c8LpH2Km3Pgdb_ErdDjZoVxfK-aP-KnfUdu2dtQi1E07jMQZrwWBm7Ns3YIetcGIzJE/s1155/chicagocharges.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1155" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqtViwWwmsKITjcBdkMI7pPPKWkWEoh1h-qzRLkIYzoX0lxH6KuQehlMdk4VW0HkwPIN7MqHY0_vnsA_r5HVAntRTi3EJQsdRoPI6E2V-sNEYteg_c8LpH2Km3Pgdb_ErdDjZoVxfK-aP-KnfUdu2dtQi1E07jMQZrwWBm7Ns3YIetcGIzJE/w278-h400/chicagocharges.jpg" width="278" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">shocking sound</span></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now that I have you thinking of sounds and the possible memories they evoke, I need to give you a little background for this post.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Years ago we decided to add a voice activated gadget to our kitchen. I posted about this gadget made by Google called Home Mini. (<a href="https://afcsoac.blogspot.com/2019/07/home-on-range.html"><span style="font-size: small;">here's a link to the that post</span></a>) </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I listen to music to relax or just travel to some imaginary place. If I'm cleaning some dishes (<span style="font-size: small;">ok, it's not a task I'm at all eager to do</span>) I often have our gadget play some music.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Also, one of our adult kids have given me access to their Spotify account. I enjoy Spotify (<span style="font-size: small;">odd name for it IMHO</span>).</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just one more background item. Days before Christmas, I heard the sound of water running coming from our basement. Unless the washing machine was being run this sound needed further investigating quickly. Also our washing machine is much quieter than what I heard.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our hot water heater sprung a leak and we sprung into action after a bit of confusion. The end result was having a new water heater as a house Christmas present. BTW, Santa doesn't include installation.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My memory of rushing water disturbed me when I heard it in "so-called relaxation" music. There's a relaxation album on Spotify that is agitating to me.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know people react differently to the same sound. Listening to rushing water might be relaxing, but not for me.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh here's a relaxing song IMHO.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rt7SPm7N6D8" width="320" youtube-src-id="rt7SPm7N6D8"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span><br /><p></p>Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-54462656281805584402022-12-29T15:24:00.000-06:002022-12-29T15:24:25.232-06:00Endings<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ending of the week, weekend. Ending of the year, year end. Unless you are in a business meeting, “year end” does not come up often in conversation. Instead, we say new year and focus on the hope for the new year. I like “new year” vs. “year end”, but the transition is the same moment in time.
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Do we get conditioned by books and movies to expect happy endings? Those are other people’s stories not your own. I say, most people have hope and if you have hope then you might expect a happy ending to your own story.
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</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQx9D6Kkagq6PSomZ4EM0XhJCuT20H4rO2QQnBjYOzBy8LDI3d90qcKcs5TNJS0Uh9FpzRPel1RWc4RJPyo6cFEa7MS0xrvPBcfbnMZgcU15hngsZfvYcUYsArC7z5yGtj1OVHdPaD4bEmc8K1G3BcEKTKn6BpMe4jhzgeSc6FmiJlaSAzQOA/s4032/20210821_152140.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQx9D6Kkagq6PSomZ4EM0XhJCuT20H4rO2QQnBjYOzBy8LDI3d90qcKcs5TNJS0Uh9FpzRPel1RWc4RJPyo6cFEa7MS0xrvPBcfbnMZgcU15hngsZfvYcUYsArC7z5yGtj1OVHdPaD4bEmc8K1G3BcEKTKn6BpMe4jhzgeSc6FmiJlaSAzQOA/w300-h400/20210821_152140.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Over the hill - what hill? There are many obstacles faced in life. It seems that obstacles that were minor annoyances in my past appear as insurmountable now. Dealing with frequent changes has become a bigger problem. Is my final stage (<span style="font-size: small;">stage? phase? no stage needed to act</span>) not meeting my expectations?
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The world changed and I changed but not in sync with those world changes.
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I’m stealing the following line from the Jim Croce song, “Age” for advice about hills and climbing.
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I’ll be careful while <br />
I’m climbin’ ‘cause it<br />
hurts a lot to drop</span></span></blockquote><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
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I’ll dig up some hope for next year. I’m reminded of the saying, “if I didn’t have bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.”
</span></span><br /><p></p>Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-48692091068103281932022-12-05T13:19:00.000-06:002022-12-05T13:19:13.304-06:00Love and Mercy<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I'm feeling sad<br />
I simply remember my favorite things<br />
And then I don't feel so bad<br /> <br />
I admit that mind trick has worked for me a few times. Seems lately it doesn’t work quite as well. Maybe I’ve become allergic to whiskers on kittens.
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No post here for all of November? My time last month for the <b>most</b> part was occupied in sharing joyful activities. My wife and I both got sick at the end of the month. No fun for about a week.
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnrnR-VQVmJipnkk9lemUb2eG_YAzHoFlemTbxJpJNQ4sWQMPt7XxCdEU5jlccT8J4NfRh5Y5gYa3ZGMQZfUinbx9cx68CjL0q_cu-QZ-T3scWC_4nBh68iPf2ZXX88MOMMV-JgjnV-6ROaumfpK7KXLExv9Jmm5xRGOWMVbqnk9_SEjlQXj0/s2048/IMG_2464.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnrnR-VQVmJipnkk9lemUb2eG_YAzHoFlemTbxJpJNQ4sWQMPt7XxCdEU5jlccT8J4NfRh5Y5gYa3ZGMQZfUinbx9cx68CjL0q_cu-QZ-T3scWC_4nBh68iPf2ZXX88MOMMV-JgjnV-6ROaumfpK7KXLExv9Jmm5xRGOWMVbqnk9_SEjlQXj0/w400-h300/IMG_2464.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I shared good food and time with family.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZkD7abrvg0S39M8w4iiVQeTuoFUsTybQu1_IZox62xuTn8Xsu3IbV_57lEfAxHRAibrbyZi-lcZjXhBHOnXU4RlY7usNVjrYYooTJRTIGKMUUnksj8wv0VC5v6g6ToA6a4STeNDrBgzpYFpbG6JM_7QB4GM341WNpaFvBG8BNazZS8oQAPs/s4656/1116221641.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2218" data-original-width="4656" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZkD7abrvg0S39M8w4iiVQeTuoFUsTybQu1_IZox62xuTn8Xsu3IbV_57lEfAxHRAibrbyZi-lcZjXhBHOnXU4RlY7usNVjrYYooTJRTIGKMUUnksj8wv0VC5v6g6ToA6a4STeNDrBgzpYFpbG6JM_7QB4GM341WNpaFvBG8BNazZS8oQAPs/w400-h190/1116221641.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We traveled to warm place for awhile<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Recently as I was exploring songs on spotify I came across a Brian Wilson song from the 1980’s titled “Love and Mercy”. As I looked up more about the song I discovered that the title was used for the Brian Wilson biopic (2014). That film tells how Brian struggled under his crazy controlling psychotherapist. Finding love saved him eventually. If you haven’t seen the film, it is well worth you time. <br /><br />
I found this beautiful cover of the song. Libera performed for Brian at the Kennedy Center Honors (2007).
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So, love and mercy to you and your friends tonight <br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">
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When I'm feeling sad<br />
I simply remember to post on my blog<br />
And then I don't feel so bad<br />
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Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-35965940053037910802022-10-28T14:50:00.000-05:002022-10-28T14:50:45.815-05:00Every picture tells a post<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do you remember when there were blogs that just posted pictures of stuff? That was so pre-instagram. I'm not joining another source of distraction so these pictures will be shown here.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I offer you a few pictures of outdoor art and a song. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcP__KU54z_WKsD09qz8uXO4HG8KzUhxsPpobhuadWJu8a5tZEE2LsA226C6QnMLZtKF5nSM817LI2o5Gqn8mGI9l7z_9eTpith15LFs6f7yRRRfBfmPFNuwycndQqBxAwtCII8gqUWcZdw2cqOPoXohp18soAlTyTFKQGDx00mgvNTxqDuQ0/s1000/DSCN1369.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcP__KU54z_WKsD09qz8uXO4HG8KzUhxsPpobhuadWJu8a5tZEE2LsA226C6QnMLZtKF5nSM817LI2o5Gqn8mGI9l7z_9eTpith15LFs6f7yRRRfBfmPFNuwycndQqBxAwtCII8gqUWcZdw2cqOPoXohp18soAlTyTFKQGDx00mgvNTxqDuQ0/w400-h300/DSCN1369.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">How many youngsters know what this is?</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">This next one was not taken by me. I've never been to Belgium. I pulled this picture off <a href="https://www.atelier-venustas.be/">the artist's page</a> so I suspect the artist is in the picture (<span style="font-size: small;">the human sized one</span>). His name is Wilfried De Cock.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpR5uZNA94eNad6LGbi52gvrKUw3qWGZy70Ti8xIQa1GimgZiHUmTZU5YOam74vynp6K2m7GzWkJjxjlph-Uwd8rq9KtNhPycCcCHOtMdhgC5pbe75Nsc64_lWlGcEHjOppZ_V2v2r2zlVx5qF4lhXz_aPJIL_p40W_Ru1_DyQVltkJYkgUlg/s1440/birdman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="1440" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpR5uZNA94eNad6LGbi52gvrKUw3qWGZy70Ti8xIQa1GimgZiHUmTZU5YOam74vynp6K2m7GzWkJjxjlph-Uwd8rq9KtNhPycCcCHOtMdhgC5pbe75Nsc64_lWlGcEHjOppZ_V2v2r2zlVx5qF4lhXz_aPJIL_p40W_Ru1_DyQVltkJYkgUlg/w400-h381/birdman.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bird watcher keeper<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I snapped (<span style="font-size: small;">clicked</span>?) the picture of the next one. This object (<span style="font-size: small;">leave your guess</span>) was displayed inside but didn't start that way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UgJA--HaHE2MExSBzFlukzj4gBaeXtadNv-ZuMnb3ZLFXeWCde13eVtdJShhGqKmS-myWQ_KHFdHkPG_EhV6tSrvKtlY8L4jdS9FOKrtHggy7aGg1O6sTKEAzhMCmHOyBkFixUYI7_VtPlBp84ZGGFjmeSKK4xD_YhzypYGtQpqatw_uaPo/s4656/1007221302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2218" data-original-width="4656" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UgJA--HaHE2MExSBzFlukzj4gBaeXtadNv-ZuMnb3ZLFXeWCde13eVtdJShhGqKmS-myWQ_KHFdHkPG_EhV6tSrvKtlY8L4jdS9FOKrtHggy7aGg1O6sTKEAzhMCmHOyBkFixUYI7_VtPlBp84ZGGFjmeSKK4xD_YhzypYGtQpqatw_uaPo/w400-h190/1007221302.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">what is it?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Two of the parks nearby seem to be competing for visitors with art installations. Here's a picture from each of the them.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJ3_y1Ba4vOZlfql3xEENbs8ymod6lr-gID8Xx5qsqHqKz0MoeaS3No5G4eOTAbVz7ZAv2BMRS8DN-nCecCYqzfNWizQGuI8wd7HzmLdfRcRYJ__zP4WXG7ERPvrUjUXlaV2PJ2ufrL4AcMpimnt7NY8NNBNFEcyUiqIChYQNW7jMbodfd2o/s4656/1023221521a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2218" data-original-width="4656" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJ3_y1Ba4vOZlfql3xEENbs8ymod6lr-gID8Xx5qsqHqKz0MoeaS3No5G4eOTAbVz7ZAv2BMRS8DN-nCecCYqzfNWizQGuI8wd7HzmLdfRcRYJ__zP4WXG7ERPvrUjUXlaV2PJ2ufrL4AcMpimnt7NY8NNBNFEcyUiqIChYQNW7jMbodfd2o/w400-h190/1023221521a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>too many fruit loops<br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Interested in a Spanish song by Linda Ronstadt? I know very little Spanish. No matter (<span style="font-size: small;">no problema</span>) I still like the beat that starts up after the intro. The title means frenzy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bSyXZwBI2e4" width="320" youtube-src-id="bSyXZwBI2e4"></iframe></div><br /> <br /></span></span>
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Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-64884656072686717442022-10-15T17:16:00.000-05:002022-10-15T17:16:56.728-05:00Don't need no credit card to ride<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Don't need no credit card to ride this train.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That's a bit long for a post title. However, it's a good line for a song.<br /><br />The power of love can move people to act in good ways.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-UQFBtHEFJ8" width="320" youtube-src-id="-UQFBtHEFJ8"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><blockquote>It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes<br />
But it might just save your life</blockquote></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There are many powers, solar power, hydro power, muscle power, etc. But here in the US we need to remember the power of voting.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The Power of Love" was released in the mid 1980's. Compared to today, I had more muscle power back then.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could even slalom (<span style="font-size: small;">BTW I had to look up the spelling of that</span>) on the water. Here's a short clip my younger sister shot from the boat.<br /></span></span></div><p> </p><p> </p><p><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/vSTAlmjuK6w" width="480"></iframe></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> (<span style="font-size: small;">Hey did I do a good job fitting that clip of myself in this post? Just posting the clip by itself seems like too much self promotion.</span>)</span></span><br /></p>Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-42192020541398524942022-09-30T00:08:00.001-05:002022-09-30T00:08:40.721-05:00Bloggin me softly<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Time for a tune post? <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I grabbed this picture over at <a href="https://shewhoseeks.blogspot.com/2022/09/everybody-sing.html" target="_blank">She Who Seeks</a> blog.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZko8DngPrvhoL27FIOVcEIgPuACaG0wvM5f77lBpKGHhwFKeEvxqN-KbB3gPPkAkb_Lxy2dLmGsu5zN4dWt6nQH5tNwdqd-vaKDh2wyz2KZYipljFxPg_imObMr3C4HLO7zfzGGbvrFfWL4sMSeiFCXMxS5LenwzfNAGYAaAUHP8xe9-bZM/s639/grilling7.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZko8DngPrvhoL27FIOVcEIgPuACaG0wvM5f77lBpKGHhwFKeEvxqN-KbB3gPPkAkb_Lxy2dLmGsu5zN4dWt6nQH5tNwdqd-vaKDh2wyz2KZYipljFxPg_imObMr3C4HLO7zfzGGbvrFfWL4sMSeiFCXMxS5LenwzfNAGYAaAUHP8xe9-bZM/w329-h400/grilling7.jpeg" width="329" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Those of us my age, enjoying the songs of our past (<span style="font-size: small;">as in Classic Rock</span>) probably remember the song "Killing Me Softly With His Song". If your ears are now wanting to hear it, I've included a youtube clip at the bottom.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">But first</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqXUI0-AffGTupk-uGiENm2Xgzbs3IR46uiJsrWXM-GdrIjwobQOKOwgmi9Ed9XOpbcY8XnOH1QPsmWvwb1aOponKgE-sNdYCTTXETCsBAOZlTgLPvdYIsoT-f3wtVXamWmsXTF850AWc2ACVhtCrRai-QmLdfC19kTMRl4t8kxJ44bYBB58/s313/white_spectrum.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="25" data-original-width="313" height="25" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqXUI0-AffGTupk-uGiENm2Xgzbs3IR46uiJsrWXM-GdrIjwobQOKOwgmi9Ed9XOpbcY8XnOH1QPsmWvwb1aOponKgE-sNdYCTTXETCsBAOZlTgLPvdYIsoT-f3wtVXamWmsXTF850AWc2ACVhtCrRai-QmLdfC19kTMRl4t8kxJ44bYBB58/s1600/white_spectrum.gif" width="313" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">nice spectrum I found at NASA</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I thought by changing a few words in the lyrics I could create a blogging parody. Blogland could use a good song because blogging ain't what it used to be.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bloggin me softly with his/her (<span style="font-size: small;">whatever fits</span>) post.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"></span></span></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">Expressing my pain with his phrases<br /></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">Posting</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"> my life with his words<br /></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">Bloggin</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"> me softly with his post<br /></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">Bloggin</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"> me softly with his post<br /></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">
</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">Telling my whole life with his words<br /></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">Bloggin</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"> me softly with his post</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">I heard he wrote a good post<br /></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">
</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">I heard he had a style<br /></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">
</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">And so I came to see him, and read for a while<br /></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">
</span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">And there it was, this fresh post<br /></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">
</span></span></span><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A wonder to my eyes</span></span></span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well ok maybe bloggin me softly is a stretch too far. This song has an interesting back story. Over the years I've found the back stories of songs can be very interesting. The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killing_Me_Softly_with_His_Song" target="_blank">wikipedia page for this song</a> describes the story.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I first heard this story in a documentary about Don McLean. Singer songwriter Lori Leiberman (<span style="font-size: small;">whom I had never heard of</span>) had the idea behind the lyrics while listening to Don McLean perform at the Troubadour back in 1971. Two others (<span style="font-size: small;">songwriter and a composer</span>) were also involved but they didn't give Lori credit for the lyrics. Also, she was having an affair with that other songwriter. You can read the details at the wikipedia page.</span></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/DEbi_YjpA-Y" width="320" youtube-src-id="DEbi_YjpA-Y"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-20751692638480777072022-09-10T15:15:00.000-05:002022-09-10T15:15:24.517-05:00Rabbit holes, conspiracies, and various terms<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I just climbed out of a rabbit hole.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reality check - Unlike Alice I've never been in a rabbit hole but we have rabbits living under our deck.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Can rabbit holes have tangential holes?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijn6lnynk_R1CPL7BsUidmZbnmsF1Lfml1bkgYuZPPJi8K31lImHwqdXFMPrBtfr_OVcqEgCltMvzUoD2pus5yLcAun6jKmPj2xEQS1rn8KUcbA5eOKJzXPukMn5YZ6oKNHbPReAquhJBGYh_yVyIMvXlgN6fCN0TUphsgfgWyMIA2gJISfJY/s1600/IMG_4001.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijn6lnynk_R1CPL7BsUidmZbnmsF1Lfml1bkgYuZPPJi8K31lImHwqdXFMPrBtfr_OVcqEgCltMvzUoD2pus5yLcAun6jKmPj2xEQS1rn8KUcbA5eOKJzXPukMn5YZ6oKNHbPReAquhJBGYh_yVyIMvXlgN6fCN0TUphsgfgWyMIA2gJISfJY/w400-h300/IMG_4001.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">Much bigger than our rabbits</span></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I would go in order of the title but life often doesn't have order.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">My <strike>older</strike> wonderful sister recently shared her exchange with another candidate off her online generated list. I don't care for the term "online dating". Yes it's online but the dating part doesn't match my definition of dating. I suggest calling it "online exposure to weird and infrequently normal people".</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">After a few long phone calls and a dinner she discovered this guy believes a 9/11 conspiracy theory about the twin towers. She told me he has been disqualified but I'm not sure if it was because of his conspiracy belief. Whatever the reasons he was eliminated.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">This started me thinking of the weird world of conspiracies. It has become dangerous. Jan. 6, 2021 shows that to be true.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Spreading conspiracy theories can destroy support for the government and investigating done by various organizations such as the FBI. Questioning statements is good but just believing out-of-nowhere ideas because of your previous mistrust is bad.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I first conspiracy theory I recall was the JFK assassination and the next one was the moon landing. Were we just lucky not to have online social media sites back then? I think those theories only spread through tabloids at the check out counter.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">-~-~</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I peeked into a rabbit hole when I read the term "<u>anti-self-duality</u>" in some article I was exploring the other day. I <b>backed out</b> of that rabbit hole when I read differential geometry and </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Riemannian oriented manifold. This is <b>incomprehensible</b> for me.<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><blockquote>As a corollary we see that if the cross section of a tangent cone of a noncollapsed limit space of orientable Riemannian manifolds is smooth, then it is also orientable in the ordinary sense, which can be regarded as a new obstruction for a given manifold to be the cross section of a tangent cone.</blockquote>I think a see a tangent cone in the rabbit hole below (<span style="font-size: small;">lower right corner??</span>):</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJ4GUDTqwYv4lNmedunKW06uXOKICg3Zg5H3ljIH5QY1ZTLkpUqQoa03MKsT_dQtMBGGYXBSgCCJOcR9I3IR5PpXT-Qwqc6M09ky5zddsB8YDcwxsPpn0BSVyJX_d74MzaBMHicynqIOjI6Fn6fiNgw5ZASKJtLftM3jsrJMivUgMWvPJWF0/s4948/qimg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1928" data-original-width="4948" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJ4GUDTqwYv4lNmedunKW06uXOKICg3Zg5H3ljIH5QY1ZTLkpUqQoa03MKsT_dQtMBGGYXBSgCCJOcR9I3IR5PpXT-Qwqc6M09ky5zddsB8YDcwxsPpn0BSVyJX_d74MzaBMHicynqIOjI6Fn6fiNgw5ZASKJtLftM3jsrJMivUgMWvPJWF0/w400-h156/qimg.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pnJM_jC7j_4" width="320" youtube-src-id="pnJM_jC7j_4"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-11333177473140769762022-08-23T11:10:00.000-05:002022-08-23T11:10:22.025-05:00Notes passed to future<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Help me if you can,<br />
I'm feeling down<br />
And I do appreciate a comment I found<br />
Help me, enjoy a post by a clown<br />
Won't you please, please help me?</span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />
</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DfgtbJ3mIwCqsm1hDmIIFIHkFmlQtsFxdyQ8aQ3LpkUiD5NpPrpiYFk_BOwotIDInOdWx4Ax_LVKU7PPbl-OJ5w75dAHPmasLGmJyLKTUyQqMNCwAPgY8UCoIqPlqnEJrlhU4Zvjjj2chJQZbs33AO-WaPufeeXHB0KIFAu6DReBBiONaj0/s4656/0519211751.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2218" data-original-width="4656" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DfgtbJ3mIwCqsm1hDmIIFIHkFmlQtsFxdyQ8aQ3LpkUiD5NpPrpiYFk_BOwotIDInOdWx4Ax_LVKU7PPbl-OJ5w75dAHPmasLGmJyLKTUyQqMNCwAPgY8UCoIqPlqnEJrlhU4Zvjjj2chJQZbs33AO-WaPufeeXHB0KIFAu6DReBBiONaj0/w400-h190/0519211751.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">Too much to monitor and things are breaking</span></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">History shows that humans and other species can adapt. I need some adapting help.<br /><br />
Lately, I have not been following my blog’s theme (<span style="font-size: small;">wait, this blog has a theme? Yes, look at the top banner.</span>). Lighten up.<br /><br />
Retirement certainly has given me more time to reflect and overthink my life. This is often not a carefree exercise. Many events and interactions lately are swirling my thoughts and emotions around. I need to remember how to chill.<br />
</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And now my life has changed in oh so many ways<br />
My blog inspiration seems to vanish in the haze<br />
But every now and then I feel so insecure<br />
I know that I just need a comment like I've never done before<br />
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Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-52038841551708807122022-08-14T11:32:00.002-05:002022-08-14T11:32:26.631-05:00internet distraction<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">An</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> internet distraction lead to learning a new word. New word for me. It's now trending. She-who-takes-squirrel-pics showed me an example of this activity but we were both unaware of the term "splooting" back then.<br /><br />
So while <strike>formulating</strike> procrastinating my next post, I was distracted by a squirrel picture (<span style="font-size: small;">look squirrel!</span>). I had seen this wildlife activity before but didn't know there was a term for it. Here's a similar squirrel picture she took from years ago. </span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjO3BqkyZfezMbesg2gE3O9MWoI8tnRiF9fZb2kwED_fYIho_o-a-9IyxVcFTUcYq-xBTjm2wecJVWYyGr1Wiuf6VNLh2GTek28FXGqkwpzdhrWuFShSEbWudtzhdbXCY1Hh-1eEJijDLFDaG0j4QyyU4a1HthjFFHYlm1O86STVAV4LiLdE/s2048/IMG_1721.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1780" data-original-width="2048" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjO3BqkyZfezMbesg2gE3O9MWoI8tnRiF9fZb2kwED_fYIho_o-a-9IyxVcFTUcYq-xBTjm2wecJVWYyGr1Wiuf6VNLh2GTek28FXGqkwpzdhrWuFShSEbWudtzhdbXCY1Hh-1eEJijDLFDaG0j4QyyU4a1HthjFFHYlm1O86STVAV4LiLdE/w400-h348/IMG_1721.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">this is squirrel splooting</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqa7ye4jRlyJXeeL6pcNtENrNC72aJ4s2ikeZ0XIfEiVG9us2jlQYJObPXUxz90KwNeDWxlnYHJMzB3Q2NhnQlJG49dZvMv8S2iXlbX-KSicGAceBp0mn8Djj94H1Pz8S0dXG1SrjbYH07bLwqC6qhH266TE9KigGzsdFwyHu7-42Uznf9GY/s800/moose1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="800" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqa7ye4jRlyJXeeL6pcNtENrNC72aJ4s2ikeZ0XIfEiVG9us2jlQYJObPXUxz90KwNeDWxlnYHJMzB3Q2NhnQlJG49dZvMv8S2iXlbX-KSicGAceBp0mn8Djj94H1Pz8S0dXG1SrjbYH07bLwqC6qhH266TE9KigGzsdFwyHu7-42Uznf9GY/w400-h303/moose1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Moose splooting or keeping the pizza warm?</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">End of internet distraction. However please leave a comment on the way out.</span></span><br /></div>
Bill Lislemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376160.post-86910786103552458592022-08-02T15:31:00.001-05:002022-08-02T15:31:10.011-05:00Society broken<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I recently read the following in a news report: “Elected officials are also turning book banning into another wedge issue in the culture wars.”<br /><br />
The word “war” gets diluted by being used for situations that are not a war. The “cola wars” or local “gas wars” are examples.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I do wonder why some people appear ready to fight in these culture wars. I met a man who was about 5 years older than me at a neighbor's house last weekend. It didn’t take long for him to start his recruiting talk for his side of the culture war. I had mentioned having visited Arizona just before the pandemic. He threw out some negative comments about immigrants in Arizona. I can’t imagine that’s the only thing he could say about Arizona. I suggested we talk about less political things. I recall saying, “while I don’t know much about flowers I would rather talk about the nice flowers here.” We eventually left the war behind in our conversation.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs49VvEVSxVrDfHHjMn3HkpXJ1lqKZdrbXHtMWUMbYMcU2OMLEVmJGETv-S2n4kabCA7_OsCkfkC45Uz2IWN2dxuh4ThanswKANHUv3oU7nTR0FWwXawqx0-v6MU8l0zbucXPpCIHX11rqscZWkAc9UtNQzGfHTo8tYubftHMnjdjF58wqiMU/s300/Earth_rotation.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs49VvEVSxVrDfHHjMn3HkpXJ1lqKZdrbXHtMWUMbYMcU2OMLEVmJGETv-S2n4kabCA7_OsCkfkC45Uz2IWN2dxuh4ThanswKANHUv3oU7nTR0FWwXawqx0-v6MU8l0zbucXPpCIHX11rqscZWkAc9UtNQzGfHTo8tYubftHMnjdjF58wqiMU/s1600/Earth_rotation.gif" width="300" /></a></div><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Was my reaction different because he was on the other side than me in this so-called war? Maybe I would have joined in by criticizing the former Liar-in-Chief if his comment had matched my view.
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War is not the answer. The culture war is not a real war but promoting it does agitate people and can result in tragic events such as the Jan. 6 2021 attack on Congress.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">NBC news reported a scary story of how militia groups are using local emergencies in California to recruit people and get good PR. The <a href="https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/california-town-militias-help-welcomed-cautioned-others-rcna40218">NBC story's link</a>.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">What a change from 20 years ago. Post 9/11/2001,
(<span style="font-size: small;">from <a href="https://www.pewresearch.org/politics/2021/09/02/two-decades-later-the-enduring-legacy-of-9-11/">https://www.pewresearch.org/politics/2021/09/02/two-decades-later-the-enduring-legacy-of-9-11/</a></span>)<br /><br /><blockquote>
“..the public largely set aside political differences and rallied in support of the nation’s major institutions, as well as its political leadership. In October 2001, 60% of adults expressed trust in the federal government – a level not reached in the previous three decades, nor approached in the two decades since then.”
</blockquote><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m not saying we should remain quiet about what we see as wrong. We should dial down the anger. Peacefully demonstrate. Let's try to have a civil discussion.
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I chose to avoid engaging with this culture warrior. I’m glad I didn’t bother to confront a guy with views I considered extreme rightwing. I’m fairly certain he picked up that our views differed. We don’t need to shout. I might mention him to my neighbor in the future because I’ve known my neighbor for many years. He is not a warrior. However he might have different views than me. I don’t recall ever talking politics with him.
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Take a deep breath, feel like I’m chokin’ </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everything is broken.
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yHeBLEo4TOM" width="320" youtube-src-id="yHeBLEo4TOM"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Ok, not everything is broken. But there are too many things broken.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A real deadly war is going on as I write this. I suspect most Ukrainians would not call our cultural issues a war. </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">
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