Well, that was exciting.

Joe brought Em and my parents to my work. Emeline was loved by all (as per usual) and she was given a pink bunny Pez dispenser. My mom has taught her how to jump and say, "jump" and now they are headed to the beach while I am here. At work. Bored and getting ready to deal with a disagreeable customer.

I am in a stupid grouchy mood when I really should not be.

Come sit with me. We will watch and insult the world as it goes by and eat frosting out of the bowl.

With our fingers.

And nilla wafers.

OK, apartment is (mostly) clean.

Nap time.

So can you post or e-mail me at profile with links to good lyrics and poems for this purpose?

I suppose Elvis Costello's "Two Little Hitlers" would probably be pushing the envelope a little too much.

John Lennon's "Imagine" is always good for stuff like that, or a lot of his other stuff, really. As for poetry, I have no idea.

I have like five (crappy) pages written. Is that enough?! No it is not. I'm supposed to stay here until at least 6, so let's see what I can get done.

Oh, yeah "Imagine", We Shall Overcome.

Forsythias are all in the ground, and in the nick of time, because it started raining as I was digging the hole for the last one. Have since taken a shower, and scrubbed off thick layer of mud. Back is still mildly annoyed.

Jesse, I gave up an hour earlier and several sources short of what my goal was. I do not know how this thing will get written. There just isn't enough time or energy in the world.

There's always Bob, but it looks weird coming from white people:

War Bob Marley and the Wailers

Until the philosophy which holds one race
Superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Everywhere is war, me say war

That until there are no longer first class
And second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
Me say war

That until the basic human rights are equally
Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
Dis a war

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace, world citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion
To be pursued, but never attained
Now everywhere is war, war

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
That hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique,
South Africa sub-human bondage
Have been toppled, utterly destroyed
Well, everywehre is war, me say war

War in the east, war in the west
War up north, war down south
War, war, rumours of war

And until that day, the African continent
Will not know peace, we Africans will fight

We find it necessary and we know we shall win
As we are confident in the victory

Of good over evil, good over evil, good over evil
Good over evil, good over evil, good over evil