Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
See the World - Gomez
Day to day
Where do you want to be?
Cause now you're trying to pick a fight
With everyone you need
You seem like a soldier
Who's lost his composure
You're wounded and play a waiting game
In no-man's land no-one's to blame
See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all's been said and done
It's the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you earned
Empty handed, surrounded by a senseless scene
With nothing of significance
Besides a shadow of a dream
You sound like an old joke
You're worn out, a bit broke
An' askin me time and time again
But the answer's still the same
See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all's been said and done
It's the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you earned
You've got a chance to put things right
So how's it going to be?
Lay down your arms now
And put us beyond doubt
So reach out it's not too far away
Don't mess around now, don't delay
See the world...
Where do you want to be?
Cause now you're trying to pick a fight
With everyone you need
You seem like a soldier
Who's lost his composure
You're wounded and play a waiting game
In no-man's land no-one's to blame
See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all's been said and done
It's the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you earned
Empty handed, surrounded by a senseless scene
With nothing of significance
Besides a shadow of a dream
You sound like an old joke
You're worn out, a bit broke
An' askin me time and time again
But the answer's still the same
See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all's been said and done
It's the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you earned
You've got a chance to put things right
So how's it going to be?
Lay down your arms now
And put us beyond doubt
So reach out it's not too far away
Don't mess around now, don't delay
See the world...
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Another Celia Star
... from the woman who reminds me which way home is.
FROM THE BELLE TOWER
We all love Paris' trauma and drama
By CELIA RIVENBARK
Paris Hilton's teary screams to her mama, pleading with her to save her from the slammer (and just as bad, the color orange which is almost impossible to wear) told me all I needed to know. Acorn, meet tree. Both believed that they were entitled to special privileges and what possessed that numbskull judge not to see that?
On the other hand, the unseemly scene softened my view of Paris, who at 26, is getting a bit long in the tooth for the youthful indiscretion defense. With only her mama to save her, as they reached out perfectly manicured hands to one another, I was reminded of Michelangelo's beautiful cracked fresco depicting the outstretched fingers of God reaching to Adam. OK, maybe not.
Truth is, I know lots of Southern women who had two or three knee babies by the time they were 26, so there wasn't a lot of time for drunken dinners at Il Sole followed by clubbing and homemade porn with one's current squeeze.
Paris, turning to her mama to fix everything, delivered a quintessentially Southern, and possibly even heartfelt, performance.
Sure, her mama's as shallow as a pie plate but, even so, Paris knew that when all else failed, Mama would fix things or at least die trying.
Remember in "Steel Magnolias" how Sally Field gave her daughter a kidney? If she had been a real Southern mama, she'd have offered both of 'em up along with her heart.
I'm not saying that being a protective mama is strictly a Southern quality (curse?), but I do believe that a Southern mama is statistically more likely to plunge a butter knife into the gut of anyone who would ever hurt her baby girl, even if the baby girl is old enough to wear faux denim Koret pantsuits and order "senior coffee."
We simply won't accept seeing our daughters unhappy, even if they've brought it all on themselves.
You don't ever read headlines about a mama in, say, North Dakota, plotting to kill off her daughter's competition for chief cheerleader or prom queen or even valedictorian (if'n she's homely).
Naw. It's always some crazy Southern mama who does stuff like that. That, and banana pudding warm from the oven, is how we show our love.
Oh, and one more thing. I'm tired of the same people who seem to know every nuance of Paris' problems complaining about how she's dominating the news. ("If only they'd stop talking about her, I could resume reading my Mensa journals. Osgood, my good man, another snifter of brandy!") Shut up; you love it or you'd turn the danged channel.
Y'all know I'm right.
ONLINE | To read past Celia Rivenbark columns, go to her page at MyrtleBeachOnline.com.
FROM THE BELLE TOWER
We all love Paris' trauma and drama
By CELIA RIVENBARK
Paris Hilton's teary screams to her mama, pleading with her to save her from the slammer (and just as bad, the color orange which is almost impossible to wear) told me all I needed to know. Acorn, meet tree. Both believed that they were entitled to special privileges and what possessed that numbskull judge not to see that?
On the other hand, the unseemly scene softened my view of Paris, who at 26, is getting a bit long in the tooth for the youthful indiscretion defense. With only her mama to save her, as they reached out perfectly manicured hands to one another, I was reminded of Michelangelo's beautiful cracked fresco depicting the outstretched fingers of God reaching to Adam. OK, maybe not.
Truth is, I know lots of Southern women who had two or three knee babies by the time they were 26, so there wasn't a lot of time for drunken dinners at Il Sole followed by clubbing and homemade porn with one's current squeeze.
Paris, turning to her mama to fix everything, delivered a quintessentially Southern, and possibly even heartfelt, performance.
Sure, her mama's as shallow as a pie plate but, even so, Paris knew that when all else failed, Mama would fix things or at least die trying.
Remember in "Steel Magnolias" how Sally Field gave her daughter a kidney? If she had been a real Southern mama, she'd have offered both of 'em up along with her heart.
I'm not saying that being a protective mama is strictly a Southern quality (curse?), but I do believe that a Southern mama is statistically more likely to plunge a butter knife into the gut of anyone who would ever hurt her baby girl, even if the baby girl is old enough to wear faux denim Koret pantsuits and order "senior coffee."
We simply won't accept seeing our daughters unhappy, even if they've brought it all on themselves.
You don't ever read headlines about a mama in, say, North Dakota, plotting to kill off her daughter's competition for chief cheerleader or prom queen or even valedictorian (if'n she's homely).
Naw. It's always some crazy Southern mama who does stuff like that. That, and banana pudding warm from the oven, is how we show our love.
Oh, and one more thing. I'm tired of the same people who seem to know every nuance of Paris' problems complaining about how she's dominating the news. ("If only they'd stop talking about her, I could resume reading my Mensa journals. Osgood, my good man, another snifter of brandy!") Shut up; you love it or you'd turn the danged channel.
Y'all know I'm right.
ONLINE | To read past Celia Rivenbark columns, go to her page at MyrtleBeachOnline.com.
swimming upstream
i'm just listening to amos lee sing night train and thinking about love, faith, and strength.
“Consider it nothing but joy when you fall into all sorts of trials, because you know that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect effect, so that you will be perfect and complete, not deficient in anything.”
James 1:2-4
“Consider it nothing but joy when you fall into all sorts of trials, because you know that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect effect, so that you will be perfect and complete, not deficient in anything.”
James 1:2-4
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Dispatches from New Hampshire
Just an hour before the democratic debates are set to begin and the press has convered on Manchester, NH.
The old guard - CNN, ABC, FOX (NBC, where are you?) - takes up about fifty percent of the gym here at St. Anselm College, but the real story is all the international press that's here.
El Mundo has four representatives, Swedish TV, Swedish newspapers, French newspapers, Danish newspapers - everyone has sent a small flock to cover this: Election '08 -- in '07.
American rationalizations of this extra-early election coverage span the guantlet: frustration over the war in Iraq, celebrity effect, the You Tube Generation - but what is the foreign interest? Yes, the election of our next president has a huge effect on the rest of the world, but where in the media-fed public hysteria is there any ground for a real, several-correspondent trip interest?
As we speak, the french delegation is standing over me eating grapes. Maybe the free Cordon Blue won them.
Andrew's learning how to hold a boom. He's the tallest person here.
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