Leaving in a few hours for California vacation...will be writing, but probably not so active in posting questions and songs of the day...
will catch up when I return...
enjoy the week!
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Day 127: May 7, 2009
Question 75:
What amendments should be made to the U. S. Constitution?
Responses:
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Daddy Sang Bass, by Johnny Cash
Lyrics:
I remember when I was a lad
Times were hard and things were bad
But there's a silver linin' behind every cloud
Just poor people that's all we were
Tryin' to make a livin' out of blackland earth
But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud ...
CHORUS
Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor
Me and little brother would join right in there
Singin' seems to help a troubled soul
One of these days and it won't be long
I'll rejoin them in a song
I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne ...
No, the circle won't be broken
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye ...
Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor
Me and little brother will join right in there
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
Now I remember after work,
Mama would call in all of us
You could hear us singin' for a country mile
Now little brother has done gone on
But I'll rejoin him in a song
We'll be together again up yonder in a little while.
CHORUS
Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor
Me and little brother would join right in there
Singin' seems to help a troubled soul
One of these days and it won't be long
I'll rejoin them in a song
I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne ...
No, the circle won't be broken
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye ...
Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor
Me and little brother will join right in there
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
What amendments should be made to the U. S. Constitution?
Responses:
- Revoke second amendment for right to bear arms, this was made back in a different era. Change the electoral college so that popular vote wins. Each vote should count as much as the other
- I would like to see amendments to prevent the torture of prisoners we hold, and that we cannot indefinitely hide political prisoners, prisoners of war, or suspected terrorists inside or outside of US soil, in known or secret prisons, without access to counsel or plan for a trial. It would be nice if we promised to follow the Geneva Convention rules. An official permanent repeal of the Patriot Act would protect our civil rights. Because I believe America is still a land of opportunity but that it should not be Girls/Boys gone wild, I would also like to see a plan to allow illegal immigrants a path to citizenship and to require proof that they pay taxes if they have jobs (no under the table wages), or proof that they contribute to society if they use resources like our hospitals and schools, but also would like protections that we can permanently refuse/deport child molesters, drug traffickers, or those with violent crime histories. Harsh penalties for those who traffic in human chattel would be nice too. I am deeply disturbed by the export of American jobs out of America, especially because the American consumers of those goods and services see little or no reduction in costs and only the corporation’s hierarchy realize the multiplied bonuses and profits. If the Japanese automaker Honda can build in the US why does American automaker Ford have to build in Mexico, hiring third world employees for a fraction of what American workers are paid and feeling like they’re “doing them a favor for crying out loud?” Salaries paid offset the tax implications of profits realized – so if you are an American company I think federal minimum wage requirements should apply no matter who you hire in any country to give our citizens a fighting chance to stay employed.
- No one can have rights taken away.
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Daddy Sang Bass, by Johnny Cash
Lyrics:
I remember when I was a lad
Times were hard and things were bad
But there's a silver linin' behind every cloud
Just poor people that's all we were
Tryin' to make a livin' out of blackland earth
But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud ...
CHORUS
Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor
Me and little brother would join right in there
Singin' seems to help a troubled soul
One of these days and it won't be long
I'll rejoin them in a song
I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne ...
No, the circle won't be broken
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye ...
Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor
Me and little brother will join right in there
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
Now I remember after work,
Mama would call in all of us
You could hear us singin' for a country mile
Now little brother has done gone on
But I'll rejoin him in a song
We'll be together again up yonder in a little while.
CHORUS
Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor
Me and little brother would join right in there
Singin' seems to help a troubled soul
One of these days and it won't be long
I'll rejoin them in a song
I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne ...
No, the circle won't be broken
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye ...
Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor
Me and little brother will join right in there
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Day 126: May 6, 2009
Question 163:
Which is worse: ear hair or nose hair? Why?
Responses:
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Geraldine, by Glasvegas
Lyrics:
When your sparkle evades your soul
I'll be at your side to console
When your standing on the window ledge
I'll talk you back from the edge
I will, I will turn your tide
Be your Shepard and your guide
When your lost in the deep and darkest place around
May my words walk you home safe and sound
When you say that I'm no good and you feel like walking
I need to make sure you know that's just the prescription talking
When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side
Climbing up upon the stairs and down the downward slide
I will, I will turn your tide
Do all that I can to heal you inside
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker
I see you need me
I know you do
Which is worse: ear hair or nose hair? Why?
Responses:
- Nose hair. You can't avoid looking at it. Unless the orificially hirsute creature has that awful habit of idly twisting and yanking the ear hairs (this is not done with nose hairs; it must make them sneeze or something).
- Ear hair. More difficult to manage.
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Geraldine, by Glasvegas
Lyrics:
When your sparkle evades your soul
I'll be at your side to console
When your standing on the window ledge
I'll talk you back from the edge
I will, I will turn your tide
Be your Shepard and your guide
When your lost in the deep and darkest place around
May my words walk you home safe and sound
When you say that I'm no good and you feel like walking
I need to make sure you know that's just the prescription talking
When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side
Climbing up upon the stairs and down the downward slide
I will, I will turn your tide
Do all that I can to heal you inside
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker
I see you need me
I know you do
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Day 125: May 5, 2009
Question 171:
If you were limited to one curse word for life, which would you choose?
Responses:
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Every Wall You Own, by Chris Bathgate
Lyrics:
Say your prayers before your eyelids roll
On every single lie you've told
On every single lie you've told
On every single lie you've told
Let the name of your love be known
On every single wall you own
On every single wall you own
On every single wall you own
Raise your wrist and call and call
With every single breath you draw
With every single breath you draw
With every single breath you draw
If you were limited to one curse word for life, which would you choose?
Responses:
- Fuck is too obvious, as are all the variations. Shit, damn, cocksucker, cunt--not always appropriate. God. Fie. Pox...will get back to this...
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Every Wall You Own, by Chris Bathgate
Lyrics:
Say your prayers before your eyelids roll
On every single lie you've told
On every single lie you've told
On every single lie you've told
Let the name of your love be known
On every single wall you own
On every single wall you own
On every single wall you own
Raise your wrist and call and call
With every single breath you draw
With every single breath you draw
With every single breath you draw
Monday, May 4, 2009
Day 124: May 4, 2009
Question 103:
Which is more important, the respect of your children or your parents?
Responses:
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
No One's Gonna Love You, by Band of Horses
Lyrics:
It's looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We're reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone,
They could have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard.
Anything to make you smile
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
I never want to hear you say
That you'd be better off
Or you liked it that way
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone
They should have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard
Which is more important, the respect of your children or your parents?
Responses:
- That is a cyclical response. Life staging and all that crap. As a child you want the respect of your parents and when you are a parent you want the respect of your children. Its similar to the chicken and the egg
- Children.
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
No One's Gonna Love You, by Band of Horses
Lyrics:
It's looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We're reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone,
They could have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard.
Anything to make you smile
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
I never want to hear you say
That you'd be better off
Or you liked it that way
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone
They should have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Day 123: May 3, 2009
Question 18:
If you were offered a seat on the next space shuttle, would you take it? Why or why not?
Responses:
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
The Monitor, by Bishop Allen
Lyrics:
Once a great ironworks
Stood at the end of my street
And they hauled in The Monitor
Fit her with armor
For to save the union fleet
The River James was on fire
As The Merrimack thundered and raged
And she seemed so colossal and so unstoppable
Until the two engaged
And inside the sound
A deafening din, round after round, again and again
Shattering down, shattering down, shattering down
The neighborhood’s quiet at night
But sometimes my ears still ring
And you think I’d understand
That a rock-n-roll band
Doesn’t mean a blessed thing
But I picture the poor crew stunned
When the cannons did finally subside
How they stand on the deck
With the sun at their neck
And they wonder if they’re still alive
And I try to shout
But none of them hear
They’re moving their mouths
But the blood in their ears
Is running down, running down, running down
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
But what then?
It’s stunning to know I’ve survived
But I’m not sure what I’m fighting for anymore
And when I break another string
And continue to sing
Is that courage? I’m not sure.
When the ironclads drifted apart
Still blue and still gray
The men shoveled in the coal
And worked the pumps in the hull
Just like every other day
And none of them knew
Oh, none of them cared
How much it just changed right then and right there
They just carried on, carried on, carried on
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
But what then?
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
But what then?
If you were offered a seat on the next space shuttle, would you take it? Why or why not?
Responses:
- Probably, yes. Ok. Yes. I was almost about to say No, because I am deathly afraid of heights and the ocean. But, mainly being out of control. And I guess, logically we are totally not in control. We are already in space. I am also a huge fan of travel and seeing new things. That would be really new and quite a travel. I wonder if that sense of longing and sadness to go back to the place you just came from would linger on the return home, or if the effects of being in outer space would leave you high for the rest of your life. That question would be worth all the hyperventilation!
- If I was offered a seat on the next space shuttle, I would not go. I would be too afraid to leave my son.
- No, and for a couple of reasons. 1) I have issues with claustrophobia and can’t think of anything worse than being strapped into a scary capsule wearing a bubble helmet and a spacesuit. It’s a pity, really. In one of my favorite songs, Radiohead’s Paranoid Android, Thom York sings (apparently about aliens): I wish they would swoop down, in a county lane; Late at night while I’m driving; Take me onboard their beautiful ship; Show me the world as I’d love to see it.—I’d love to see the world from space with my own eyes, but that will so never happen; 2) Although I wouldn’t stop space exploration (I’m no philistine), aren’t there more pressing uses for the money invested?
- Absolutely
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
The Monitor, by Bishop Allen
Lyrics:
Once a great ironworks
Stood at the end of my street
And they hauled in The Monitor
Fit her with armor
For to save the union fleet
The River James was on fire
As The Merrimack thundered and raged
And she seemed so colossal and so unstoppable
Until the two engaged
And inside the sound
A deafening din, round after round, again and again
Shattering down, shattering down, shattering down
The neighborhood’s quiet at night
But sometimes my ears still ring
And you think I’d understand
That a rock-n-roll band
Doesn’t mean a blessed thing
But I picture the poor crew stunned
When the cannons did finally subside
How they stand on the deck
With the sun at their neck
And they wonder if they’re still alive
And I try to shout
But none of them hear
They’re moving their mouths
But the blood in their ears
Is running down, running down, running down
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
But what then?
It’s stunning to know I’ve survived
But I’m not sure what I’m fighting for anymore
And when I break another string
And continue to sing
Is that courage? I’m not sure.
When the ironclads drifted apart
Still blue and still gray
The men shoveled in the coal
And worked the pumps in the hull
Just like every other day
And none of them knew
Oh, none of them cared
How much it just changed right then and right there
They just carried on, carried on, carried on
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
But what then?
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
And we’re singing la da da da da da
But what then?
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Day 122: May 2, 2009
Question 20:
Who do you think is the most important person alive today? Explain.
Response:
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Kiss Me On My Neck, by Erykah Badu
Lyrics:
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
Been such a long time
I forgot that I was fine
Just kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothing
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want too feel me baby
Better be divine
Bring me water for these flowers
Growing out my mind
Give me nothin' just be gentle
Breathe love in my air
Use me, don't abuse me, love me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
Been such a long time
I forgot that I was fine
Just kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
[breakdown till end]
Who do you think is the most important person alive today? Explain.
Response:
- First serious person that came to mind, although the importance I'd attach to him is of negative impact, not positive, is Osama bin-Laden. His being and his actions have set in motion, or brought to surface - directly and indirectly - so much of what is going on in the world today. Very a-scary!!
- My partner, Robbie. He has most impact on my life.
- The Dalai Lama. I believe that humanity is going through very dark times, but I sense that this is, at the same time, the pre era of a universal change/shift in consciousness that we’ll bring us to a new level of awareness, which we’ll help us understand life and humanity at a deeper level. The Dalai Lama seems to be the only person pointing this out without preaching and/or imposing what he knows and sees.
- Barack Obama
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Kiss Me On My Neck, by Erykah Badu
Lyrics:
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
Been such a long time
I forgot that I was fine
Just kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothing
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want too feel me baby
Better be divine
Bring me water for these flowers
Growing out my mind
Give me nothin' just be gentle
Breathe love in my air
Use me, don't abuse me, love me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
Been such a long time
I forgot that I was fine
Just kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
I want somebody to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
[breakdown till end]
Friday, May 1, 2009
Day 121: May 1, 2009
Question 17:
If you could donate one million dollars to charity, which would you choose?
Responses:
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Home, by Marc Broussard
Lyrics:
Hmmmmm...
Rolling down the road
Going nowhere
Guitar packed in the trunk
Somewhere 'round mile marker 112
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in my bones and before we know,
We were singing this melody
Stopped the car, pulled out the guitar
Halfway to New Orleans
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Could feel the sun about to rise
When I realized we had nothing to fear
It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope
Makin music that nobody would hear
And then the sun let up and it spent the night
Spillin' over our jubilee
10, 000 cars by the side of the road
Groovin' far as the eye can see
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said this greyhound is delta bound mama
Baby boy done finally found
Said this greyhound is delta bound mama
Baby boy done finally found his way ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Here we go...
Hot damn you should've felt the groove
Like I was swimmin' in a sea of soul
The sun was risin' and the day was hot
And we all about to lose control
My daddy turned his face up towards the sky
And I knew that there was nothin' to lose
I felt the crowd breathe in and I closed my eyes
And we disappeared into the groove
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Straight from the water
Straight from the water children
Straight from the water
Straight from the water children
Straight from the water
Straight from the water children
Straight from the water
Straight from the water children
You don't know nothin' about this!
Take me home, home, home, home
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-whoa-ooh-oh-ome
If you could donate one million dollars to charity, which would you choose?
Responses:
- Beah's child soldier charity for the rehabilitation of child soldiers.
- I would donate one million dollars to FINCA, an American NGO that does microfinance lending in 21 different countries. They lend small amounts of money, mostly to poor women in third world countries, for small business loans. This model has many strengths - they are small loans to very poor people so they fly under the radar of corrupt local officials and the money gets right to those in need. They lend to those in poor communities who can start micro-businesses, thereby feeding and educating the children and employing others in their communities. They do not tell the loan recipients what kind of businesses to start or what to do with the profits - people know how to live where they live, they do not need some busybody foreigners coming in and telling them what to do. Sometimes they need a loan to give themselves a start. This organization has been going for 25 years and is well established. Full disclosure - my husband is on the board, but that makes it even more likely I'd donate my million to them. They have less than 8% overhead, the board pays all their own expenses, the staff fly coach to all kinds of difficult places (like Afghanistan) and I know my million would be exceptionally well spent.
- Not sure, but it would definitely be a kids’ charity
For background on this project, go here: http://christopherheath.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-table-and-under-bar.html
Song:
Home, by Marc Broussard
Lyrics:
Hmmmmm...
Rolling down the road
Going nowhere
Guitar packed in the trunk
Somewhere 'round mile marker 112
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in my bones and before we know,
We were singing this melody
Stopped the car, pulled out the guitar
Halfway to New Orleans
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Could feel the sun about to rise
When I realized we had nothing to fear
It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope
Makin music that nobody would hear
And then the sun let up and it spent the night
Spillin' over our jubilee
10, 000 cars by the side of the road
Groovin' far as the eye can see
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said this greyhound is delta bound mama
Baby boy done finally found
Said this greyhound is delta bound mama
Baby boy done finally found his way ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Here we go...
Hot damn you should've felt the groove
Like I was swimmin' in a sea of soul
The sun was risin' and the day was hot
And we all about to lose control
My daddy turned his face up towards the sky
And I knew that there was nothin' to lose
I felt the crowd breathe in and I closed my eyes
And we disappeared into the groove
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Straight from the water
Straight from the water children
Straight from the water
Straight from the water children
Straight from the water
Straight from the water children
Straight from the water
Straight from the water children
You don't know nothin' about this!
Take me home, home, home, home
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
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