
I am officially done with 2006. December is mop up month. I’m starting over.
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I am officially done with 2006. December is mop up month. I’m starting over.
Technorati Tags: New Year’s Resolutions
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Federal power grabs -- many by regulatory agencies that don't answer to voters, others by politicians who are too stupid or corrupt to care about the long term implications of their policy decisions -- are driving up our taxes and eroding our personal liberties.
It's time to return our country to the Constitutional principles that made it great. Support the Federalism Amendment.
"A foolish faith in authority is the worst enemy of truth." -- Albert Einstein
"Words, words. They're all we have to go on." -- Guildenstern
"The short sentence is the domain of uninflected talk-radio rants and shouting heads on TV who feel that qualification or subtlety is an assault on their integrity (and not, as it truly is, integrity's greatest adornment)." -- Pico Iyer
"To write is to think, and to write well is to think well."
-- David McCullough
"The moment one learns English, complications set in."
-- Felipe Alfau
My Blakean Year
In my Blakean year
I was so disposed
Toward a mission yet unclear
Advancing pole by pole
Fortune breathed into my ear
Mouthed a simple ode
One road is paved in gold
One road is just a road
In my Blakean year
Such a woeful schism
The pain of our existence
Was not as I envisioned
Boots that trudged from track to track
Worn down to the sole
One road is paved in gold
One road is just a road
Boots that tread from track to track
Worn down to the sole
One road is paved in gold
One road is just a road
In my Blakean year
Temptation but a hiss
Just a shallow spear
Robed in cowardice
Brace yourself for bitter flack
For a life sublime
A labyrinth of riches
Never shall unwind
The threads that bind the pilgrim’s sack
Are stitched into the Blakean back
So throw off your stupid cloak
Embrace all that you fear
For joy will conquer all despair
In my Blakean year
Written by Patti Smith
© 2004 Druse Music (ASCAP)
Sounds like a plan.
Yeah, wish me luck.