11.10.05

Palindrome du jour

Cigar? Toss it in a can, it is so tragic.

you go girl.


Oprah
Originally uploaded by Greg Blosser.
I give Oprah flack whenever I can. It's really not Oprah- the person- I have a problem with. It's what she represents. It's all the cheap psycho-babble- believe in yourself- remember your spirit- just look inside- stuff she preaches each day and the way America undiscerningly laps up every empty self-help cliche she spews forth. She's preaching the only gospel she knows. Just so happens it's no gospel at all. Then there's Dr. Phil, Oprah's instead-man. Don't get me started. (However I will say he definiely knows how to rock the 'stache).

Yes. I give Oprah crap.

Therefor it is only fair that I also give Oprah props on her admirable and courageous behavior as well. Most recently she has announced that she intends to fight for the improvement of laws relating to the sentencing of convicted child molesters. She intends to attack this issue state by state and at her own personal expense. She believes this is the purpose for which she was created. (It's just too bad she got side tracked with that whole talk show thing for the last couple of decades).

Anyway, her passionate conviction and determination to make positive change in defense of the defenseless and at great personal expense is truly noble. You go girl.

Lyrics


The Sunset Tree
Originally uploaded by Greg Blosser.
From The Mountain Goats album The Sunset Tree:

love love love

king saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong,
and joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song,
and sonny liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove.
some things you do for money and some you do for love love love.

raskolnikov felt sick but he couldn't say why
when he saw his face reflected in his victim's twinkling eye.
some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun,
but the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one.

love love is going to lead you by the hand
into a white and soundless place.
now we see things as in a mirror dimly.
then we shall see each other face to face.

and way out in seattle young kurt cobain
snuck out to the greenhouse, put a bullet in his brain.
snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above,
some moments last forever, but some flare up with love love love.