Monday, May 31, 2010

Memorial Day, 2010

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

Friday, May 21, 2010

Spring, revision 112010a.2 v3

It hailed yesterday, leaving a thin carpet of 1/4" icy B-Bs all over F.O.B:YF, and the rest of Yamhill.

It's going to be summer soon right?

Typewriter Standoff

From the NYT:

1) Last typist? Really?

2) Refuse, Resist!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Godspeed, Ronnie James Dio July 10, 1942-May 16, 2010

Im a wheel, Im a wheel I can roll, I can feel
And you can't stop me turning
Cause Im the sun, Im the sun I can move, I can run
But you'll never stop me burning

Come down with fire
Lift my spirit higher
Someones screaming my name
Come and make me holy again
Im the man on the silver mountain
Im the man on the silver mountain

Im the day, Im the day
I can show you the way
And look Im right beside you
Im the night, Im the night Im the dark and the light
With eyes that see inside you

Just look at me and listen
Im the man, the man, give you my hand
Come down with fire Lift my spirit higher
Im the man on the silver mountain
Im the man on the silver mountain
Im the night the light The black and the white
The man on the silver mountain

Thank you, Ronnie...

Saturday, May 1, 2010

One May

One may forget to post in ones' blog/online journal/digital diary/web enabled rant machine from time to time. Perhaps it is due to dealing with actual life on F.O.B:YF that causes large posting rifts? Perhaps i am busily crafting an epic post that will change your life, cure disease, reverse polar ice shelf melting, make windows easy to use, drop 40 million dollars (U.S.) out of the sky directly in front of me, and make the flowers grow. Or not.

So instead of singing Puccini-esque arias to my purported genius, get thee to the toob or the Internets. It is derby day. If you'll excuse me, i gotta see a man about a horse...

p.s. it is still too cold for shorts and t-shirts. Spring, indeed.