Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Stating the Obvious


Summer Hiatus. It's too hot to be witty and wise.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

On Death

My father-in-law passed away last week. He had been diagnosed with leukemia last summer; in the past month or so the disease and all of its accompanying complications separated his body from the bright light of his spirit. Matt, his sister and brothers, and his mom were with Frank when he died. So were the rest of his family, as evidenced by the outpouring of love shown at his services.

Frank was a wonderful grandfather to Calder, and a tremendous friend to me, even though I had recently been estranged from the family. I am blessed to have known him, and will miss him.



…For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.


- Khalil Gibran

Friday, June 8, 2007

The Black and The White


Well, it's five of 9:00 and I'm over you
I wanna do whatever this empty bottle tells me to
And I'm so excited that I feel no pain
And finally everything's right in place in my heart again
And there are no ends I can see
There's nothing but the summer in me

Sing hey-la-de-day
I come out tonight
I look to get lost in the black and the white
But the colors in me remembering when
I start looking over my shoulder again
Over your shoulder

And it's a holiday weekend
Only 12:25
I walk down to this neighborhood place and I'm feeling alive
And it's trapped in the alley and the lighting is fair
The bartender's laughing with strangers
I reach for my wallet, I pull up a chair
Singin' luck be a lady, this is where I belong
And I know that you're somewhere singing along

Sing hey-la-de-day
I come out tonight
I look to get lost in the black and the white
But the colors in me remembering when
I start looking over my shoulder again
Sing over your shoulder

Where there once was a dozen
now there's only a few
And it's just passed 1:30 and I'm over you
And there in a crosstown shadow as I steal away
I let a Jim shot of whiskey
take a good man back to his yesterdays
It starts me on thinking that you should have stayed
And I think about sleeping tonight in the bed that you made

Sing hey-la-de-day
I come out tonight
I look to get lost in the black and the white
But the colors in me remembering when
I start looking over my shoulder again

I'm over your shoulder
It's over your shoulder

— The Alternate Routes