Saturday, September 17, 2005




`Life's about speaking your mind and doing what you think is best. If people disagree with that, so be it."

Eric Lindros

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

"If I Had A Boat" - Lyle Lovett

If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Right you are, Ken!
"Using a highly simplified language, we might state at this point that adaptive algorithms are nothing but iterative search algorithms derived for minimizing the underlying cost function with the true statistics replaced by their estimates obtained in some manner."

Chapter 5, Search Methods - B. Farhang-Boroujeny
"In nondualistic maintenance gumption isn't a fixed commodity. It's variable, a reservoir of good spirits that can be added to or subtracted from. Since it's a result of the perception of Quality, a gumption trap, consequently, can be defined as anything that causes one to lose sight of Quality, and thus lose one's enthusiasm for what one is doing. As one might guess from a definition as broad as this, the field is enormous and only a beginning sketch can be attempted here."

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, R. M. Pirsig

Sunday, October 24, 2004

A rainy day. A warm bed. Music of John Prine playing in the background. And a wonderful woman laying beside me. I love Sundays.

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

Young Man Dies
(David Wilcox)

There's a young man dying
as he stands beside the sea.
You can see him smiling, unbelievably free:
wind in his hair, light in his eyes.
He looks a lot like you, and you look so surprised
that he would send you on your way
with no good-byes.
But he can't go, and you can't stay,
'cause in the years it takes
to make one man wise, the young man dies.

Meanwhile you're sailing,
as you wave good-bye to shore.
You're anticipating what these new days
will hold in store.
It's the mystery of the ocean,
but now he's in over his head.
This is no place for the young man,
he's got to send you on instead.
And still you're looking so surprised
that this change has come as prophesied
but the years won't compromise,
'cause in the years it takes
to make one man wise, the young man dies.

The young man:
He was such a lonely boy.
Yeah, but he could dream, all right.
He could picture you a perfect sunrise
in the middle of your darkest night.
And he could take a sip from someday,
like he had a secret well.
He could listen to the voices calling
from a distant time will tell.
It's you in that picture where you're looking far away
like you hear a whisper of the things
you'll know someday.
But back then your heart was hungry
for something hard to find; you were
just holding out for someday,
but you've left that pain behind
'cause he walked you through those mountains,
for as long as he could bear.
He never reached the fountain,
but he could take you there.
The young man's dying
'cause in the years it takes to make one man wise,
the young man dies.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Southern Cross
(Crosby, Stills, & Nash)

Got out of town on a boat, going to Southern Islands
Sailing a reach before a following sea.
She was making for the trades on the outside, and the downhill run to Papeete.

Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas,
We got eight feet of waterline, nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized, why twice you ran away!

(Chorus)
Think about..Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl, who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And, you know it will.

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand why now you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be running from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dying.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flying.
She's all that I have left and music is her name.

(Repeat Chorus)

So we cheated and we lied and we tested.
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you....at the Southern Cross.

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

In A Moment
Collective Soul

The walls came up as the thoughts went down
To the hush of disparity
Sure we know the problem lies
With some insecurities
But we'll never see eye to eye
As long as our tongues are tied
And we'll never be seen as one
Until we find love

In a moment it could happen
We could wake up and be laughing
In a moment it could happen
We could forgive and be happy

It's a shame our world responds to life
As a puzzle in disguise
I wish our course would lead us towards
The peace and loving kind
But we'll never walk hand in hand
Until we let old wounds mend
And we'll never sing songs as one
Until we find love

In a moment some wisdom could be learned
In a moment new voices could be heard
In a moment we could make heads turn
In a moment we could change

Sunday, January 25, 2004

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

Long, Cool Woman in a Black Dress
Rockapella

Saturday night I was downtown, workin' for the FBI
Sitting in a nest of bad men,
Whiskey bottles piling high
A bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who were doing wrong
I was just about to call up the DA man
When I heard this woman singing a song.

A pair of 45's made me open my eyes,
My temperature started to rise.
She was a -

Chorus
Long, cool woman in a black dress,
Just 5'9", beautiful, tall
Just one look, I was a bad mess
'Cause that long, cool woman had it all.

I saw her head up to the table,
Just a tall walking big, black cat,
Charlie said, "I sure hope that you're able, boy,
'Cause I'm telling you she knows where it's at."
Well, suddenly we heard the sirens
And everybody started to run,
Jumping out of doors and tables.
When I heard somebody shooting a gun.

Well the DA was pumping my left hand,
And she was holding my right.
I said, "Don't be scared, you're going to be spared,
Well, I'm gonna be forgiving
If I'm want to spend my living with a -

(Chorus)

Missy was fine, she blew my mind.
I think about her booty all the time.
She was a long, cool woman in a black dress...

Thursday, July 17, 2003

Bulletproof
Blue Rodeo

Tell me one more time again
Just like I didn't hear you
Like I don't know what's going through your mind, I do
I play the same game too
I know it's hard to stop
Even when you want to

Now the moon lights up your face
And I can see you're crying
You never liked me to see you cry, it's true
I've done some crying too
The hardest part about it
Is trying to hide it from you

It must be great to be so strong
Never needed anybody's help to carry on
But we're so scared of the silence and the tricks that we use
We're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't want to lie about it
I'm not bulletproof

Well I finally found the way
To hide from all your glances
Til the waiting game we play is through
I can, but what's the use
When all I really want to do is hide out with you

It would be great to be so strong
You never needed anybody's help to get along
We're so scared of the silence and the language that we use
Yeah we're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't want to kid about it
I'm not bulletproof

Tell me one more time again
I guess I didn't hear you
I don't know all the secrets that you keep inside
I tried the same thing too
But they all come pouring out of me when I'm talking to you

It must be great to be so strong
You never needed anybody else's help to carry on
But I'm not waking up each morning with forgiveness I can use
No I'm careless, and I'm cruel, but I'm still easily bruised

I'm so tired of lying about it
I'm not bulletproof
No, and I'm not going to lie about it
I'm not bulletproof

Wednesday, July 02, 2003

Love Lift Me
Amanda Marshall

Somebody told me
Once in a lifetime
Destiny finds you and blows you away
Spins you in circles
Pulls you in pieces
Bleeds you like Jesus
And goes on its way
But it's oh so simple sometimes
Just to lay your heart open wide
If you wanna get to heaven
Then you gotta take the ride
CHORUS


Love lift me
Wherever you are
Convince me
I'm safe in your arms
Love lift me
Make sense of it all
Teach me to fly
And don't let me fall


Somebody told me
Love makes you stupid
Makes you go crazy
Makes you go blind
Comes uninvited
And leaves when it wants to
Calls you at midnight and ties up your line
But it's oh so sweet when it's right (there's nothin' better)
And you swear you won't but you might (you're gonna try)
Gotta fumble in the dark if you wanna see the light
CHORUS


And when it's all said and done
It's just the same for everyone
You're busy making your plans
Love's like a bird baby
Flying out of your hands


And it's oh so hard to explain (we don't know nothin')
And your heart gets hold of your brain (but still we try)
Better batten down the hatches baby
Here we go again


Love lift me
Wherever you are
Convince me
I'm safe in your arms
Love lift me /
I'm waiting on you
'Cause nothing can
lift meThe way that you do
Love lift me
Love lift me
Love lift me (only love can take me higher)
I wanna fly

Tuesday, July 01, 2003

The Heart of the Matter
Don Henley

I got the call today, I didn’t want to hear
But I knew that it would come
Old, true friend of ours was talking on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck, and the struggles we went through
How I lost me, and you lost you
What are these voices outside love’s open door
Make us throw off our contentment and beg for something more?

But I’m learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I’m learning again

I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore

Oh, these times are so uncertain
There’s a yearning undefined
People filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
Oh, the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They’re the very things we kill, I guess
Oh, pride and competition
Cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
You know it doesn’t keep me warm

I’m learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I’d figured out, I have to learn again

I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But everything changes and my friends seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore

There are people in your life who’ve come and gone
They let you down
You know, they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you, baby
’Cause life goes on
You keep carrying that anger, it’ll eat you up inside, baby

I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me

I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak and the ashes will scatter
So I’m thinking about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me

Forgiveness (yeah)
Forgiveness (baby)
Forgiveness (oh, yeah)
Forgiveness (ah, yeah)
Forgiveness (oh)
Forgiveness
Even if you don’t love me anymore
Forgiveness (oh)
Forgiveness (yeah)
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness…

Friday, June 27, 2003

Marry Me
Amanda Marshall

I wanna laugh
Until I cry
Wake up with you each day 'til the day I die
Let's go to New Orleans
And watch the parade
Take funny pictures, eat jumbalaya, and drink lemonade
And when the day is finally over
And we stumble home
Before we sleep

Baby marry me
I wanna drive
Until we get lost
Lie in a field staring up at the sky
While you point out the southern cross
Somehow I know
Without asking why
That you love me more in a minute
Than anyone could in a lifetime
Dancing in the parking lot
While the band plays inside
Sweet me off my feet

Baby, marry me
We don't need no preacher man
readin' from a good book
And I don't want no fancy dress
Ain't no ceremony
For the vows that I took
From the moment I met you
I have been blessed
So let's make a toast
And drink up the wine
Here's to you lying here next to me
Until the end of time
Wherever you are
I wanna be
And anything that means anything to ya
Means everything to me
Sneakin' out the back door
While they're throwing the rice
And they'll talk for weeks
But we're all we need
So baby, if your free

Marry me
Baby, marry me
marry me

Friday, June 06, 2003

"Que Sera Sera,
what ever will be, will be;
The future is not ours to see.
Que Sera Sera,
What will be, will be."

"Que Sera Sera" - R. Evans, J. Livingstong.


A sultry Holly Cole...

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