I'm on the second season of watching "Dexter", a series which starts it's fifth season this Fall on Showtime. We don't have Showtime but I think I'll have to subscribe before September. It's a quirky, humorous, creepy, suspenseful and the woman who plays Dexter's sister, Jennifer Carpenter, was born and raised in Louisville.
The music ain't bad either.
February 25, 2010
February 24, 2010
Both Hemispheres
He had no idea his first born nephew was living in Old Louisville now. Close to a year of firing on all cylinders; using both hemispheres to feel fully connected to this mean and loving world. Hemispheres that grind together squeezing out ambiguity. At rare times there's the wholly connected-ness to people and to God. The rest is spent in the uncertain everyday-ness. He loves me, He loves me not. A snow fall is only beautiful for a fleeting moment before the world stains it. God loves his stained creation anyway.
He often thought that if he were God, He'd have given up on humanity after the nuclear bombing of Japan.
He had come to learn with, and eventually to love, ambiguity in life. Let the hemispheres grind together and play hide'n seek with God. The same humanity which can be so cruel, can be uplifting in the same breath. He had learned to appreciate material things in life, but had come to find joy in unseen things more than he'd ever had in the past.
So he sent out a thought to his first born nephew. May he learn to live with the sweet ambiguity of life and use it to find joy in the things unseen, and find them often. He loves him, he thinks of him often, and he wishes him a happy anniversary.
The Beatles: "Tomorrow Never Knows" 1966.
He often thought that if he were God, He'd have given up on humanity after the nuclear bombing of Japan.
He had come to learn with, and eventually to love, ambiguity in life. Let the hemispheres grind together and play hide'n seek with God. The same humanity which can be so cruel, can be uplifting in the same breath. He had learned to appreciate material things in life, but had come to find joy in unseen things more than he'd ever had in the past.
So he sent out a thought to his first born nephew. May he learn to live with the sweet ambiguity of life and use it to find joy in the things unseen, and find them often. He loves him, he thinks of him often, and he wishes him a happy anniversary.
The Beatles: "Tomorrow Never Knows" 1966.
February 20, 2010
Radar Love
Aaabby's got a boyfriend
Aaabby's got a boyfriend
Aaabby's got a boyfriend
Naa naa na na naaaa
He lives way out Mount Washington way and Abby says it's only twenty minutes from Middletown.
Bull...It's gotta be radar love.
Aaabby's got a boyfriend
Aaabby's got a boyfriend
Naa naa na na naaaa
He lives way out Mount Washington way and Abby says it's only twenty minutes from Middletown.
Bull...It's gotta be radar love.
February 19, 2010
February 11, 2010
Zamboni Love
I was vacuuming the church sanctuary while Keith was practicing organ for Sunday service and the vacuum became a Zamboni.
My Zamboni is patient,
my Zamboni is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
My Zamboni does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.
My Zamboni also cleaned Fellowship Hall for the Valentine Eve supper, but without the organ background music, it became an ordinary vacuum again.
My Zamboni is patient,
my Zamboni is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
My Zamboni does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.
My Zamboni also cleaned Fellowship Hall for the Valentine Eve supper, but without the organ background music, it became an ordinary vacuum again.
February 10, 2010
February 6, 2010
Mash Up
Someone mashed Taylor Swift with U2 which somehow seems wrong but actually sounds pretty good.
Doppelganger
He was driving in the dark when he heard the far off pounding roar of the diesel engine. His left rearview showed the train spotlight which seemed to move faster than usual. He felt a slight anxiety stir in his chest; he'd have to cross the tracks two miles up, and either get to work on time or late.
He came to the stop light. He imagined turning left, crossing the tracks twenty years ago, when he worked at the truck plant with Bill. The crossing gate, as moved by an invisible hand, dropped and red lights flashed. Thinking of those times brought on thoughts of the funeral yesterday. Twenty years have passed in a proverbial blink.
The horn tap behind jumped him to the present and he followed the line of cars down the two lane road, the parallel train roared, gaining, then appeared to slow as he gained speed.
Photo boards on easels of Bill, family, and friends through the years were on either side of the casket. There was same picture that was in his family room. He knew it would be somewhere in the collage. It was four couples in a photo taken by a stranger who was asked to take the picture. It seemed like yesterday. He remembered Bill wanted to do some hiking but we never got around to it.
He slowed to twenty-five through the flashing yellow lights of the school zone. The train gaining fast now and he was sure he'd be stopped. The horn sounded as he came to the crossing, the crossing gate arms moved ghostly down. It roared through, it's horn a continous wailing. His eyes welled as the doppler sang one part harmony with his doppelganger.
He came to the stop light. He imagined turning left, crossing the tracks twenty years ago, when he worked at the truck plant with Bill. The crossing gate, as moved by an invisible hand, dropped and red lights flashed. Thinking of those times brought on thoughts of the funeral yesterday. Twenty years have passed in a proverbial blink.
The horn tap behind jumped him to the present and he followed the line of cars down the two lane road, the parallel train roared, gaining, then appeared to slow as he gained speed.
Photo boards on easels of Bill, family, and friends through the years were on either side of the casket. There was same picture that was in his family room. He knew it would be somewhere in the collage. It was four couples in a photo taken by a stranger who was asked to take the picture. It seemed like yesterday. He remembered Bill wanted to do some hiking but we never got around to it.
He slowed to twenty-five through the flashing yellow lights of the school zone. The train gaining fast now and he was sure he'd be stopped. The horn sounded as he came to the crossing, the crossing gate arms moved ghostly down. It roared through, it's horn a continous wailing. His eyes welled as the doppler sang one part harmony with his doppelganger.
February 5, 2010
The Bourbon Wars
My wife loves to entertain and she loves making her bourbon slush drink which is a mixture of tea, bourbon, sugar, and lemon. It's put in the freezer which comes out in a slushy texture.
She always wants to use my Woodford Reserve bourbon and I won't let her. The stuff
isn't cheap and I have my principles against using fine bourbon in a foo foo drink concoction.
I think it was last Derby Day she mixed up her bourbon slush while I wasn't there AND SHE USED MY WOODFORD RESERVE! What a waste. I don't think I spoke to her the rest of the day. She thought it was funny.
She always wants to use my Woodford Reserve bourbon and I won't let her. The stuff
isn't cheap and I have my principles against using fine bourbon in a foo foo drink concoction.
I think it was last Derby Day she mixed up her bourbon slush while I wasn't there AND SHE USED MY WOODFORD RESERVE! What a waste. I don't think I spoke to her the rest of the day. She thought it was funny.
February 4, 2010
Tears For One In A Million
Bill Knopf KNOPF, BILL, 78, born in Louisville, passed away on Saturday, January 30, 2010 after a sudden illness.
He was a Navy veteran and a devoted member of Southeast Christian Church. Bill retired from Ford Motor Company after 32 years of service. He is survived by his wife of 58 years, Shirley, two daughters; Cheri (Bob), and Karen (John), son Steve (Melody); grandchildren, Amy (Rachel), Eric (Kristen), Brian, Van, and Sam Knopf; Kristi Richardson Slack (Nick), Kyle and Billy Sutphin, and great-grandson, William Ezra Knopf. Bill was also a beloved uncle to Ray (Debby), Bobby (Brenda), and Jimmy Brown, Janet Hardin (Terry), Barbara Phelps and David Knopf (Paula).
His funeral service will be noon on Thursday at the Pearson- Ratterman Brothers Funeral Home, 12900 Shelbyville Road, Middletown, with burial in Cave Hill Cemetery. Visitation will be 3-8 p.m. on Wednesday at the funeral home.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made in his name to the CJD Foundation, PO Box 5312, Akron, OH, 44334 or to the WHASCrusade for Children in memory of Kelly Sutphin.
It's rare that I cry. Today was one of those days. There was a big crowd at the funeral today. Nobody was surprised. Bill was a friend to many. He had an inquisitive mind and quick wit. He would do most anything for anyone who asked for help. A father, grandfather, great grandfather, photographer, cook, engineer, and motorcycler. Everyone who knew him loved him.
February 3, 2010
The Sleepy Jackson
An Australian band..love the song but can't quite figure out the video.
The Sleepy Jackson - 'Good Dancers'
The Sleepy Jackson - 'Good Dancers'
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