We've Spun Our Story

I want to write a song for you
But you’re the only one
who likes to hear me sing.
And my fingers strum all wrong.
You're the great songwriter
So how about a poem?

We've spun our story
Around so many seasons
Finding clear blue pools
In evergreen forests
Snowed-in in the sunshine
We've spun our story

We're not a patchwork quilt
Or a crocheted craft
There are holes in our art
Cause sometimes I spin
Too fast and there's a large tear
Where you dropped the thread

We've spun our story
We've cried, loved, and bled.
No, I don't see an end
Our story's still spinning.
Sew slow and stitch tight.
Only time will tell my friend.

Les Claypool 3/28/09

"Isn't it awfully nice
To live in a world
Where everything's exactly how it seems?

We live in a world
Where all you have to do
Is sit around and dream

About the things that make ya happy
The things that make ya smile
Lay back, relax
Apathy's back in style"

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How do fonts inspire us to write differently?

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You can look at a problem both ways;
but the crossing sign won't flash forever.

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Time.
We spend it all so differently.
But its how we spend it that matters.
The ultimate capitalist gain,
and the holy bohemian pleasure.

An E-mail from Dean Kamen

My five favorite transportation technologies…in order of speed and range:

1.) iBot
2.) Segway
3.) Tesla
4.) Enstrom Helicopter
5.) Hawker Premier

Dean

A+C

The mind is its own place,
and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell,
a hell of heaven.
William Blake

Albino Dolphin

A pink bottlenose dolphin was spotted swimming in Lake Calcasieu in Louisiana. It is believed to be the only of its kind.

PHISH RETURNS! PHISH RETURNS! PHISH RETURNS!

Wading in the Velvet Sea


Each musical note hangs in the air-

Technicolor reds, greens, and blues in neon flair.

The notes become tunes that soak into my head,

Then seep down until my feet hang like lead.

We all sway like seaweed, from left to right,

as the sets of waves engulf the night.

I feel a surge of passion and look around,

to see mile long glow chains snake through the crowd.

I am alone in a sea of 70,000 drifting phans

Who like me, are wasting their time for the love of the band.

A building passion, the glow lights are thrown.

Everybody's dancing at a place I once called home.

Boy, 13, allegedly killed his brother to take over their drug ring

If drug users only knew what the poor are subjected to, they would never touch the stuff. I hope I live to see the day when no more suffering occurs because of evil rotten drug lords. That would mean everyone stops taking drugs or it becomes legal to grow your own and then it would be free.
Love Deb

Jordan Mendes was found shot, stabbed 27 times and dumped into a pit, police say. The boys inherited the Cape Cod, Mass., business from their father, who is in prison.