We were talking - about the space between us all
And the people - who hide themselves behind a
wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth - then it's far too late -
when they pass away.
We were talking - about the love we all could
share - when we find it
To try our best to hold it there - with our love
With our love - we could save the world - if
they only knew.
Try to realise it's all within yourself no-one else
can make you change
And to see you're really only very small,
and life flows on within you and without you.
We were talking - about the love that's gone so
cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul -
they don't know - they can't see - are you one
of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself - then you
may find, peace of mind is waiting there -
And the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within you and
without you.
I am a Big Beatles fan. They, along with Bob Dylan changed American music - like it or not. They were unique and inovative. No one even comes close to them now, and many of today's groups would most likely not even be here if not for them. John has always been my Fav of the Fab Four, but lately I've really been digging George's music more and more. He was my second Fav followed by those other guys. I liked this picture of him and the song 'Within You or Without You' so I posted it today.
They survived it. Grif had his first day of kindergarten. He had been in a 1/2 preschool for two years that had horses, chickens, rabbits and dogs. It was a great place. Now he has hit the big time with fullday kindergarten. My wife walked him down to the bus, a tear in her eye. He got on the bus ok, but our older son advised him to sit in the back 'because it's cool'. Well, I think the fumes got to him along with the bump, not to metion tha 'fat kid' that sat next to him who later threatened to rip his head off once they got to school. Gee, I can't wait to meet the parents. If it happens today it will be time to have a talkin to the teacher and to tell Grif is this kid gives him any shit, clobber him. He's a tough little dude. Dylan had a good day in the 6th grade, it's a different school for him and they have to change classes throughout the day. They also have a pool there so that is way cool. He is in the music program so that will mean getting him there early 2-3 days a week which will be my job. Here they are after a long day.
I was lucky enough to get tickets for the US Open tennis tournament this past Thursday. There has been this enormous ad campaign by American Express with AndyRoddick where he is 'Looking For His Mojo'. Even when we got on the number 7 subway to go out to Flushing Queens, all of the ads were about Andy's mojo. We got off the subway and walked down the boardwalk over to the stadium, and yes, even more signs about his mojo. Well, Roddick had the mojo kicked out of him the day before and he may never find it again. Anyway, my brother and I made our way to the stadium and got in line. The security if incredible at this event now. We were on the express line which meant that we pretty much had the shirts on our backs and that was all. Even then there were delays because the radiation detector that prevents people from bringing in their nuclear weapons kept going off. I hate when that happens, it's so embarassing! Once inside, we grabbed some $25 hot dogs and went to our seats. My brother was able to get $400 seats (for free) that were 8 rows back, at the end of the court. Very good indeed.
We saw Justine Henin-Hardenne play, Lindsay Davenport play and Andre Agassi play. The were good matches. I won't bore you with the details and I'm surprised if many people are even still reading this. I somehow don't see my 'readers' as big tennis fans... All in all, it was a great day. It was nice to be back at the open, the weather was fantastic and it's always a treat to go, especially when you have great seats. This photo was taken with my camera phone. It's Agassi. It shows where our seats were. Anyway, I have to go find my mojo now....
Residents of an Austrian village called F*cking, have voted against changing the name. The 150 or so people who live in the village debated the issue after roadsigns kept being stolen - many by British tourists. Spokesman Siegfried Hoeppl, said, "Everyone here knows what it means in English, but for us F*cking is F*cking - and it's going to stay F*cking - even though the signs keep getting stolen." He said the name came from Mr F*ck and his family who settled in the area 100 years ago, and added "ing", meaning village or settlement. The villagers didn't find out about the English meaning of the word until Allied soldiers stationed in the region in 1945 pointed out the alternative meaning. Local newspaper editor Menhardt Buzasa said there had been an increase in the number of signs being stolen, and said British tourists were usually blamed. "I do not agree it is just the British. F*cking is universal. Germans use it as much now as the British, and it also means the same to the Americans, Australians and anyone in the English speaking world," he said. Similar votes on a name change have taken place recently in neighbouring Austrian towns Wank am see and Petting, as well as in Vomitville and Windpassing.
