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.
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.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going past them into the impossible.
November 11, 2009 - 12:27 p.m.
I haven't done this for a while. I'm updating from my office. I always end up rushing to finish. I'll try and write fast.
Last night I had a dilemma. Friends were giving shows at the same time at three different locations. I could only go to one. Here were my options.
- John Platt was hosting On Your Radar at the Living Room.
- Meg Braun and K.C. Clifford were doing a co-bill at Googie's Lounge above the Living Room. To make things more fun Pete Kennedy was playing guitar with Meg.
- Mike and Ruthy were playing in Brooklyn.
Which do you think I chose? I went with Meg, K.C. and Pete. I felt guilty missing On Your Radar. I've missed too many of the shows. I almost missed all of them. When I came home from shopping I was tired and considered staying home.
I made a good choice. The show was great but not well enough attended. Everyone playing has played the Budgiedome. KC reminded me of someone then but I couldn't pin down who it was. Last night it hit me, Nanci Griffith. I told her after the show and she told me that I was the 5th person to say that to her. There must be something to it. Sounding like Nanci is a good thing.
Meg keeps getting better and better. She's hitting her stride as a songwriter and performer. She's going to do a big show on her birthday January 2. Come see her then.
I didn't know anyone in the audience but I knew everyone on stage so I got my quota of socializing at hugs. Before the show I saw Lori not LORi who was there for On Your Radar downstairs.
After the show I ran into Richard who was at John's show. He said that he and John talked it over and I'm out of the On Your Radar club. I think John will understand that Meg is a lot cuter than he is.
I finally got around to something I've been procrastinating about, writing a blurb for Lipbone Redding's press kit. His manager asked me ages ago and things kept coming up.
There are times that I like being me.
I did something I never do for dinner. I had leftovers. I made more steak than I needed for Lena and me on Sunday. I popped it in the microwave and had it for dinner last night. Even overcooked it was good. That's why god invented steak sauce. You didn't know that god invented it, did you? What makes that really impressive is that god doesn't exist yet he invented something.
Now I'll make a quick lunch. I've brought paper plates, bread, and peanut butter to my office so I don't have to go out for lunch.
After school I'm heading down to Brooklyn. Aiden and Christine had read that I need a trench coat and offered me Aiden's old one. I think it will fit. If it does I'll take it. Because today is Veteran's Day there is no alternate side of the street parking. This morning I moved my car to where it will be legal tomorrow. That means that I don't have to rush home to move the car today.
Speaking of Veteran's Day I'll leave you with one of my favorite poems that sums up what serving in the military is all about in two lines. "Theirs not to reason why/Theirs but to do & die."
Charge of the Light Brigade
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Of course the Veteran I think of the most is my father. He won the Bronze Star in WWII, fought in the Battle of the Bulge and liberated a concentration camp. Yes he did it all by himself. He won WWII single-handedly.
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