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Since You've Asked - Judy Collins

What I'll give you since you asked
Is all my time together;
Take the rugged sunny days,
The warm and Rocky weather,
Take the roads that I have walked along,
Looking for tomorrow's time,
Peace of mind.

As my life spills into yours,
Changing with the hours
Filling up the world with time,
Turning time to flowers,
I can show you all the songs
That I never sang to one man before.

We have seen a million stones lying by the water.
You have climbed the hills with me
To the mountain shelter,
Taking off the days one by one,
Setting them to breathe in the sun.

Take the lilies and the lace
From the days of childhood,
All the willow winding paths
Leading up and outward,
This is what I give,
This is what I ask you for;
Nothing more.

Morning edgar. Wasn't that the most unorthodox pair to star in a musical? I once lived in Madeira and woke one morning to Lee Marvin singing. Think it was I call the Wind Mariah. Talk about a real surprise.

THEY CALL THE WIND MARIAH


Way out west, they got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire's joe and
They call the wind Mariah

O no, Mariah blows the stars around
And sends the clouds a-flying
Mariah makes the mountain sounds
Like folks were up there dying
Mariah, They call the wind Mariah

Now before I knew Mariahs name
And heard her wail and whining
I had a girl and she had me
And the sun was always shining
O, but then one day I left my girl
I left her far behind me
And now I'm lost, I'm oh so lost
Not even God can find me

Mariah, O, Mariah, They call the wind Mariah
I hear they got a name for rain
and wind and fire only
but when you're lost and all alone
there ain't no words but lonely
And I'm a lost and lonely man
Without a star to guide me
Mariah, blow your love to me
I need my girl beside me
He, Mariah, O, Mariah
I'm lonely can't you see
Mariah, O, Mariah
Please blow my love to me
Mariah, blow my love to me

I didn't know Lee sang more than one song. Only bigger surprise is Captain Kirk making a new CD.

Good Morning all.

Paint Your Wagon is a favorite Broadway musical of mine.
But, please, can't we forget that Eastwood and Marvin sang those songs. Let's remember Harve Presnell singing "They Call the Wind Maria". That'll do. **Uh Oh. Just saw Bob's post.**

Hard to believe it's the last day of May already. May 31 birthdays:

1819 Walt Whitman, poet/journalist (West Hills, Long Island, NY; died 1892)
1894 Fred Allen, comedian/radio personality (Cambridge, MA; died 1956)
1898 Rev. Dr. Norman Vincent Peale, religious leader/inspirational writer (Bowersville, OH; died 1993)
1908 Don Ameche, actor (Kenosha, WI; died 1993)
1921 Alida Valli Pola Italy, actress (Miracle of the Bells, 3rd Man)
1922 Denholm Elliott London England, actor (Alfie, Cuba, Doll's House, King Rat) , died 1992
1930 Clint Eastwood, actor/director (San Francisco, CA)
1938 Peter Yarrow, singer/songwriter and member of Peter, Paul, and Mary (New York, NY)
1941 Johnny Paycheck, singer/songwriter (Greenfield, OH)
1943 Sharon Gless, actress (Los Angeles, CA)
Joe Namath, football quarterback (Beaver Falls, PA)
1948 Rhea Perlman Brooklyn NY, actress (Carla-Cheers, Zena-Taxi)
1950 Tom Berenger, actor (Chicago, IL)
Gregory Harrison, actor (Avalon, CA)
1960 Chris Elliott, actor/writer (New York, NY)
1961 Lea Thompson, actress (Rochester, MN)
1965 Brooke Shields, actress/model (New York, NY)
Happy Birthday John.

Valli (The Third Man) Rhea Perlman
O, Captain!, My Captain! Wake up and see the sun.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.

Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.

The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
Walt Whitman


** Just can't keep up with Bob.

O ye of little faith. I don't think I'll ever see the day when aggie can't surpass me. And she didn't even bribe me to say that!

Is It Wicked Not To Care
Belle & Sebastian

Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken
Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?
Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours
Talking endlessly to anyone that's there?

I know the truth awaits me
But still I hesitate because of fear

Skipping tickets making rhymes
Is that all that you believe in?
Wearing rags to make you pretty by design
Rusting armour for effect
It's not fun to watch the rust grow
For it will all be over when you're dead

Counting acts and clutching thoughts
By the river where the moss grows
Over rocks the water running all the time
Is it wicked when you smile Even though you feel like crying
Even though you could be sick at any time?

But if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead

Instrumental

If there was a sequel Would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead
And if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead
Or is there someone else instead?

These are from Dead Can Dance, one of my favorite groups.

The Carnival is Over

Outside
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.

They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.

I remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
Look! Over here.

Outside
The circus gathering
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving town.

They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.
The carinval is over.

We sat and watched
As the moon rose again
For the very first time.
=================================

American Dreaming

I need my conscience to keep watch over me
To protect me from myself
So I can wear honesty like a crown on my head
When I walk into the promised land

We've been too long American dreaming
And I think we all lost the way
Forlorn somnambulistic maniacal in the dark

I'm in love with an American girl
Though she's my best friend
I love her surreptitious smile
That hides the feelings within her

And we'll go dancing in the rings of laughter
And live along by the shores
fervor on with her arms around she reside alone for the lost

Faith, underneath the rising wind blows
Faith, underneath the rising wind blows
How long how long?

Here alone on the grounds are millions seeds we left behind
Turned back by the fool of the doorway of
Never lost and found

We've been too long American dreaming
I think we've lost… lost the door
Fear on somnambulistic maniacal in the dark

Faith, underneath the rising wind blows
Faith, underneath the rising wind blows
How long how long?

in honor of clint & his squint...

Rollin', rollin', rollin'.
Rollin', rollin', rollin'.
Rollin', rollin', rollin'.
Rollin', rollin', rollin'.
Rawhide!
Hah! Hah!

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin',
Though the streams are swollen,
Keep them dogies rollin', rawhide.
Through rain and wind and weather,
Hell bent for leather,
Wishin' my gal was by my side.
All the things I'm missin',
Good vittles, love, and kissin',
Are waiting at the end of my ride.

Move 'em out, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em on.
Move 'em out, head 'em up:
Rawhide.
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, cut 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in:
Rawhide!
Hah! Hah!

Movin', movin', movin',
Though they're disapprovin',
Keep them dogies movin', rawhide.
Don't try to understand 'em,
Just rope an' throw an' brand 'em.
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
My heart's calculatin',
My true love will be waitin':
Waitin' at the end of my ride.

Move 'em out, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em on.
Move 'em out, head 'em up:
Rawhide.
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, cut 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in:
Rawhide!

(Rollin', rollin', rollin'.)
(Rollin', rollin', rollin'.)
Hah!
(Rollin', rollin', rollin'.)
Hah!
(Rollin', rollin', rollin'.)
Rawhide.
Hah!
Rawhide!

She was standin' on the gone side of leavin'
She found her thumb and stuck it in the breeze
She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere

She can lay it down and live it as she please
She ain't goin' nowhere
She's just leaving
She ain't goin' nowhere
She can't breathe in
She ain't goin' home and that's for sure
She's not settin' down crying on her suitcase
She has no second thoughts by the road
She's got feelings that need some repairin'
And she did not give a damn that it showed
She ain't goin' nowhere
She's just leaving
She ain't goin' nowhere
She can't breathe in
She ain't goin' home and that's for sure
... Instrumental ...
The wind had a way with her hair
And the blues had a way with her smile
And she had a way of her own
Like prisoners have a way with a file
She ain't goin' knowhere
She's just leaving
She ain't goin' nowhere
She can't breathe in
She ain't goin' home and that's for sure
She ain't goin' home ... that's for sure

Namárië Endorenna

J. R. R. Tolkien



Farewell I bid, I bid farewell,

To the land I love so well.

The time is come for me to part,

With this, the earth, dear to my heart.

Endorenna, cry not for me!

For though I sail far over sea,

Thy memory in me shall dwell.

To Endor fair I bid farewell!



To Lórien, farewell I say,

Thy golden splendour now does fade,

Departed has Altáriel,

The wise and fair Galadriel.

O Lórien! I weep for thee!

And as I sail far over sea,

I will remember, evermore,

Thy holy light, in Valinor.



Farewell I bid to Rivendell,

The home of fair Undómiel.

Much peace and rest I found in thee,

"Alas for Imladris!" cry we!

O Rivendell, fear not for me!

For when I sail far over sea,

Solace wilt thy mem'ry bring,

And ever of thee will I sing!



Farewell Endor, under sky,

Across the sea my path must lie,

'Til mine eyes behold that shore,

Bathed in glory, evermore.

Middle-Earth, farewell to thee,

For now I sail across the sea,

I pass forever from thy shore,

To dwell in blessed Valinor!

bummer!

Hoarders wiping out toilet paper supply

Thu May 26, 1:47 PM ET

HELSINKI (Reuters) - ShopperHoarders wiping out toilet paper supplys in Finland raided shelves for toilet paper Wednesday in fear of it running out as a lockout of workers kept the Nordic country's paper mills shut.


"As soon as we get a delivery, the packages vanish off the shelves. The big bags go first," said Hille Laine, manager of a central Helsinki shop which had no tissue paper products left.

Paper makers enforced a four-week lockout on May 18 following a two-day strike by workers. The dispute in the key export sector is mainly over industry's plans to scrap mill shutdowns during some holidays and on the use of outside labor.

The latest round of talks between workers and employers ended without a deal Wednesday, meaning that the lockout will continue at least until Monday when they are due meet again.

They may need to resort to newspaper.
That would really be scaping bottom.

Luckily it's all behind us.

Comic relief is when you add a touch of humor to an
otherwise serious situation.

It's like the word "obey" in the marriage ceremony.

Answer to the question what do women want from a man.

What women want in a man at age 22:

1. Handsome
2. Charming
3. Financially successful
4. A caring listener
5. Witty
6. In good shape
7. Dresses with style
8. Appreciates finer things
9. Full of thoughtful surprises
10. An imaginative, romantic lover

What women want in a man at age 32:

1. Nice looking (preferably with hair)
2. Opens car doors, holds chairs
3. Has enough money for a nice dinner
4. Listens more than talks
5. Laughs at my jokes
6. Carries bags of groceries with ease
7. Owns at least one tie
8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal
9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries
10. Seeks romance at least once a week

What women want in a man at age 42:

1. Not too ugly (bald head is fine)
2. Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car
3. Works steady - splurges on dinner out occasionally
4. Nods head when I'm talking
5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes
6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture
7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach
8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids
9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down
10. Shaves most weekends

What women want in a man at age 52:

1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed
2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public
3. Doesn't borrow money too often
4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting
5. Doesn't re-tell the same joke too many times
6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends
7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear
8. Appreciates a good TV dinner
9. Remembers your name on occasion
10. Shaves some weekends

What women want in a man at age 62:

1. Doesn't scare small children
2. Remembers where bathroom is
3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep
4. Only snores lightly when asleep
5. Remembers why he's laughing
6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself
7. Usually wears some clothes
8. Likes soft foods
9. Remembers where he left his teeth
10. Remembers that it's the weekend

What women want in a man at age 72:

1. Breathing
2. Doesn't miss the toilet

True or False: Is Mistletoe the "Kiss of Death"?

There is a myth about American Mistletoe, the green-berried parasitic plant often hung in doorways during the holiday season to elicit kisses from those standing beneath it. Reputed to be the "kiss of death," it is said to be so poisonous that humans can be killed if they ingest the leaves or berries. This myth has been endlessly repeated throughout the years, reappearing every December in countless holiday safety reports on television and in print.

Is it true? Is American Mistletoe (Phoradendron species), a holiday killer? Two physicians and researchers from Pittsburgh decided to find out. Dr. Edward P. Krenzelok (Children's Hospital of Pittsburgh) and Dr. Terry Jacobson (Carnegie Mellon University) examined data from the American Association of Poison Control Centers and found 1,754 reports of mistletoe exposure over a seven-year span. Curiously, not only had no one died of mistletoe poisoning, in the overwhelming majority of the cases (approximately 90 percent), the patient experienced no effects at all. Those patients who did have effects suffered only minor discomfort. Treatment at a poison control center or at home made no discernible difference in patients' recovery or outcome.

Most mistletoe ingestion is reported in children, often those under two, who finding a couple of berries or leaves that have dropped to the floor will put them in their mouths. Drs. Krenzelok and Jacobson found that such exposure was not dangerous, and that the children could be observed and treated for poisoning symptoms, such as nausea or diarrhea, at home. They suggest that parents call their local poison control center and follow the advice given. The study did not indicate whether ingestion of large quantities of mistletoe might be more toxic, nor did it address the degree of exposure that might be toxic in pets (who might be inclined to eat a larger quantity than a child).

Causing at most only minor discomfort, American Mistletoe does not seem to have earned its reputation as the "kiss of death." Its European cousin, Viscum album, sometimes used in herbal remedies, is more toxic, but is not sold commercially in North America and is thus rarely encountered.

http://www.enature.com/feature/feature_news.asp?storyID=615

Music Tickles Strong Memories
By Robert Roy Britt
LiveScience Senior Writer
posted: 26 May 2005
10:46 am ET


If the song "It's a Small World" has ever driven you bananas, then you've got an idea where this story is going.

We've all had tunes stuck in our heads. Some of them remind us of childhood friends, places or events.

A new study backs the obvious notion that a song can evoke strong memories. It also reveals that you don't even have to hear a song for the past to come flooding back.

In fact, most people have an amazing ability to effectively hear songs that aren't even being played.

Word power

The new study involved 124 people, average age 19, who were asked to choose from a list of old songs and pick the one that evoked the strongest memory. One group just saw the title, another saw the lyrics, the third saw the album cover or a photo of the artist. A fourth group heard a snippet of the song.

The participants ranked the vividness of their memories.

The recollections were extremely clear for each group, said researcher Elizabeth Cady. "Music is a big cue," she concludes.

Cady, a doctoral student in psychology at Kansas State University, cites the study as evidence for the pervasiveness of mass media, noting that many of the participants' memories were the same as her own.

The results will be presented this week at the American Psychological Society meeting in Los Angeles.

Driving you nuts

You can test the power of song titles right now. But beware, one of these could ruin your day:

* "The Theme from Gilligan's Island"
* "Mission: Impossible"
* "We Will Rock You"
* "The Macarena"

These ditties, along with "Small World," were cited in a 2001 study by James Kellaris at the University of Cincinnati as among the most common that get stuck in peoples' heads.
What about Images?


Perhaps this picture reminds you of a particular living room, couch, or junk food item that dominated your childhood.

In this 1978 picture, the cast of "Gilligan's Island" poses during filming of a reunion show, "The Return from Gilligan's Island."

From left are, Russell Johnson, the professor; Jim Backus as Thurston Howell III; Natalie Schafer, Mrs. Howell III; Alan Hale Jr., the skipper; Bob Denver, as Gilligan; Judith Baldwin, as Ginger, the only new cast member; and Dawn Wells, as Mary Ann.

AP Photo/Wally Fong

Kellaris found that 99 percent of the 1,000 people he surveyed reported having songs lodged in their noggins. Nearly half said it happens frequently.

A simple song with lots of repetition and an unexpected shift is among the most likely to bedevil you, Kellaris says. Down the road, it creates a "cognitive itch" -- the thing that might bug you all day today (…after all…).

"The only way to 'scratch' a cognitive itch is to rehearse the responsible tune mentally," Kellaris said. "The process may start involuntarily, as the brain detects an incongruity or something 'exceptional' in the musical stimulus. The ensuing mental repetition may exacerbate the 'itch,' such that the mental rehearsal becomes largely involuntary, and the individual feels trapped in a cycle or feedback loop."

All in the lyrics

Scientists are beginning to figure out what's behind the insanity. A study earlier this year used brain scans to reveal that musical memories are stored in the brain's auditory cortex. It also showed that you continue to hear a familiar song in our head when the music stops playing.

"We played music in the scanner, and then we hit a virtual 'mute' button," explained David Kraemer, a graduate student in Dartmouth's Psychological and Brain Sciences Department. "We found that people couldn't help continuing the song in their heads, and when they did this, the auditory cortex remained active even though the music had stopped."

The study was reported in the March 10 issue of the journal Nature.

"It's fascinating that although the ear isn't actually hearing the song, the brain is perceptually hearing it," said co-author William Kelley, assistant professor of psychological and brain sciences at Dartmouth.

The researchers were surprised to find a difference in how we recall songs with words versus instrumentals.

When the mute button was hit during the word-free theme from the Pink Panther (sorry to do that again) people relied on many different parts of the auditory cortex to fill in the blanks. Fewer brain parts were required to continue "hearing" songs with words.

"It makes us think that lyrics might be the focus of the memory," Kraemer said.

Where Or When - Dion & The Belmonts

[Words by Lorenz Hart, music by Richard Rodgers]
[From "Babes in Arms"]

It seems we stood and talked like this before
We looked at each other in the same way then
But I can't remember where or when

The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore
The smile you are smiling you were smiling then
But I can't remember where or when

Some things that happen for the first time
Seem to be happening again
And so it seems that we have met before
And laughed before
And loved before
But who knows where or when

umm, where's letty


anybody know?


I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
U2

I have climbed highest mountain
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well, yes I'm still running

You broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believed it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for