With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion. -Steven Weinberg The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good. -Bertrand Russell Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be. -Miguel de Cervantes I enjoy paying taxes. With them I buy civilization. -Oliver Wendell Holmes September 09, 2003 - 1:52 a.m. but as I stand I'm a haunted man Once again I frittered the night away and didn’t start writing till it was late. I have to develop better journaling habits. Yesterday I went to see Rod Picott in a log cabin, part of the Cabin Concerts series. This was the first house concert that I had been to at a strangers house. As you might guess the log cabin was not in an urban center but the directions were good and I made my way out to the wilds of Wayne NJ. When I got there I saw Rod outside so I knew I was in the right place. After saying hi I went inside and was sort of surprised that nobody welcomed me. I just walked around a bit till Rod came in and I started talking to him and Matt, his Dobro player. I finally found out Rod’s full name, Roderick L. Picott. The L doesn’t stand for anything. I didn’t know anyone else there though I had met the hosts once at a Slaid show. I didn’t actually remember them and they didn’t remember me. The show itself was one of his best. He actually did two covers, 16 Tons, which he also did at Carey’s house, and King of the Road. I love hearing that kind of stuff. The show was intimate, friendly, fun, and of course had great music. I’ve really been appreciating what a great songwriter Rod is. His lyrics have real depth. Haunted Man is one of the saddest songs I’ve ever heard. sleep don’t come round here no more there’s too much reminding me what I had before on your pillow I can smell your hair left your dress there on the floor but you don’t love me anymore c: someday I’ll drive your ghost away and I will sleep in peace again but as I stand I’m a haunted man that’s what I am a haunted man my mind is hotter than there’s no where to hide no where to run no matter where I go you keep on finding me why can’t you just let me be c: like some old freight train run off track I cant’ go on and I can’t go back you left me here alone keeping all my memories at bay you’re gone why can’t you go away you’re gone no just go away c: After the show I asked if I should just follow the directions backwards to get home. The host told me “the roads haven’t disappeared since then.” I thought it was a reasonable question and I found out that the answer was no. This was NJ so you can’t make a left turns and in fact the road I was on didn’t cross the road I had to get to, it just ended there. I found my way but it would have been nice if he had told me how. The second day of school went well but I already know one student who is destined to fail the calculus class. He has fallen asleep both classes. When I said, “it isn’t a good idea to sleep in class his neighbor nudged him to wake him up. He went right back to sleep a minute later. I don’t have much else exciting planned for a while. I’ll have to see what comes up this week. The International Jewish Banking Conspiracy - October 07, 2008 On the Road to Westchester County - October 06, 2008 Inside the Madison Square Studio - October 05, 2008 I'm a Bosniac and I'm debating like I've never debated before - October 03, 2008 Islands in the Stream of Consciousness - October 02, 2008 Tell the World What You Think About Me Email me: GordonLew at gmail This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. Horvendile September 09, 2003 powered by FreeFind