Skip to main content

Posts

How do you live love?

Recent posts

Love of Bruce

Pomerol

Pomerol, f#cking awesome!  The food was delicious. John was our server, great. Rocky made us want to spend the whole night at the bar. The chef brought his "A" game. Wished we lived closer, would live there.

https://www.yelp.com/biz/pomerol-seattle-2?osq=pomeral

Right and Wrong and Football

There is no good reason to watch football. It's a brutal sport. It has long term consequences for it's players. Along with NBA, MLB, the NFL puts its employees in untenable positions.
For everything that's wrong with football, there are of course a number of good things. This is one of them


Everyone is talking about Kanye West. I'm thinking about Childish Gambino.

Everyone is talking about Kanye West. I'm thinking about Childish Gambino.  What are you pondering?
"I could only have seen it there, on the waxed hardwood floor of my elementary-school auditorium, because I was young then, barely 7 years old, and cable had not yet come to the city, and if it had, my father would not have believed in it. Yes, it had to have happened like this, like folk wisdom, because when I think of that era..."  Link to the full article https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2018/05/im-not-black-im-kanye/559763/?

"The Black National …"

"The Black National …"
Song title: Lift ev'ry voice and sing

Also known as: The Black National Anthem


Lift ev'ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring.
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise,
High as the list'ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chast'ning rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet,
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Here now we stand at last.
God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might,
Led us i…

How to stop checking your iPhone for news