Done yesterday (20110802 Tu)

[mdlbear]

0802 Tu
  * up 7:15; W=199.4; drugs, nose, teeth, dishes, light
    spent maybe 15m sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking unproductively
    % about an hour after taking methocarbamol and naproxen, pain has
      decreased noticably.  To 1? from 3-4?
  * walk: 3 miles by airport
  @ The Four Great Hypocrisies of the Debt Deal | Keith Olbermann (siliconshaman and others
    -> great speech.  Not clear it'll have any lasting effect, but I
    sure hope it does.  I was _there_ in the '60s.
  * pick up Humira at kaiser discharge pharmacy on the way home.
  @ Erishkegal, Lady of Shadows by BellaDonna
  % that third See's candy was definitely a mistake -- very annoying sugar
    rush.  Do Not Like.
  @ Space Station Architect Designs Out Of This World Trailer : TreeHugger
    Cricket Trailer
  @ Why We Need An Open Wireless Movement | Electronic Frontier Foundation
    It's the first (and only) Wi-Fi Day! How will you celebrate 8.02.11?
  @ xkcd: Tattoo
  * bed a little after midnight

Took a 3-mile walk at lunchtime, and was fairly productive at work. Nothing notable done at home, though, and a See's candy caused a distinctly unpleasant sugar rush after dinne. Do Not Like. Something else to avoid, I guess. Dark chocolate and dried fruit are still ok, though.

Most of the pain seems to have settled in to a couple of spots on the right side of my head and the back corner of my right jaw, with occasional tension on the right side of my neck. Weird.

As for links... go watch Keith Olbermann's The Four Great Hypocrisies of the Debt Deal. Good, rabble-rousing speech. But will the rabble be roused? Somehow I doubt it -- the issue in the '60s was the draft, which hit high school and college kids at about the same time as the revolution in sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Washington's sellout to the greedy rich is a grown-up's issue.

Time to re-learn Banks of Marble (Pete Seeger - YouTube)

I've traveled round this country
From shore to shining shore.
It really made me wonder
The things I heard and saw. 

I saw the weary farmer,
Plowing sod and loam;
I heard the auction hammer
A knocking down his home.

CHORUS:
But the banks are made of marble,
With a guard at every door,
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the farmer sweated for.

I saw the seaman standing
Idly by the shore.
I heard the bosses saying,
Got no work for you no more.

But the banks are made of marble,
With a guard at every door,
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the seaman sweated for.

I saw the weary miner,
Scrubbing coal dust from his back,
I heard his children cryin',
Got no coal to heat the shack.

But the banks are made of marble,
With a guard at every door,
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the miner sweated for.

I've seen my brothers working
Throughout this mighty land;
I prayed we'd get together,
And together make a stand.

FINAL CHORUS:
Then we'd own those banks of marble,
With a guard at every door;
And we'd share those vaults of silver,
That we have sweated for.

Words and Music by Les Rice

Comments

[capplor.livejournal.com]

I've been working on learning that song to suitable for public presentation level too.

Maybe we can try to pull it off in Reno?

[mdlbear]

It's certainly possible. Tempered Glass will also, I think, be working up a version.

[patoadam]

Yes, that's a wonderful song.

[thnidu.livejournal.com]

I'm hearing it in my head now. Uh-huh.

[phoenixpdx.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Pete Seeger always hits the spot for my bleeding progressive heart :-)

I'd like to snag this for another venue; may I repost? or at least link?

[mdlbear]

Sure! I stole the lyrics from the description of the YouTube page I link to, so you probably want to link to that. Feel free to quote my own text; a backlink to this page is adequate credit.