Mood Piece or You Know Who You Are

I’ll write you this poem As my way to show ‘em The highest you hold little piece of my heart A lilt and a beat A jig with my feet Do dance with me lightly and slightly apart My life on a string My smile does sing A happier story remaining in sight Forget about worry Keep not in a hurry Enjoying each moment I’m within your light For pleasanter days I exit this haze And plot a course starward, escaping the night Then spotting an end Becoming a friend

Osophy on Paths, Heartfelt

It is said that the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I could not find a similar axiom for women, so I offer the following:

While the quickest way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach, the surest way to a woman’s heart is through her sternum.

I Wish

Sometimes when I sit down to play the piano for myself, I wish there was somebody else there to listen. Someone to sit quietly and to enjoy the occasionally beautiful music I play. I would like to touch her heart through the piano keys and move her to joy, anger, tears, elation. I put so much of myself into my piano playing at times, it’s a shame there’s nobody else around to listen. But I am very private about my music. It’s a very personal thing. Whoever my future wife is I hope she appreciates my music.

Idiomatic Expoundsion/Expoundation: Reflections on A Tale of Two Turmoils

“All is fair in love and war.” For a while now I have pondered this idiom. What does it mean exactly? Are people in love and people in warfare allowed to behave outside of the norms? Is it somehow acceptable to dispose of one’s moral and ethical codes of conduct when the stakes are so high? Perhaps it is merely a mantra of the lovelorn used to justify inconsiderate action in the pursuit of the coveted. Or perhaps this idiom is not a justification as much as it is an observation on the human condition.

Today’s Exciting Collision Avoidance Lesson: Pay Attention!

Well, there’s a first time for everything. I was driving south on Wadsworth past 1st Ave just now in the #1 lane and a lady in a plateless blue Caravan just changed into my lane. Not ahead of me, not behind me, right next to me! I couldn’t tell if she signaled or not (because she was right next to me, hence I couldn’t see her signals), all I know is that she crossed over the line (like so many folks do with narrow lanes) so I drifted left a little bit, but instead of correcting herself—and greatly to my surprise—she kept going!

(Almost) Ten Percent Down, No (re)Payments... Ever!

Part of me is glad that the bailout bill didn’t pass the House today. I think it’s ridiculous that the government (the taxpayers: me) should have to pay for the corrupt and poorly-managed financial fiascoes of large corporations. I don’t live in the Conglomerated States of America or USA, Inc. At least not yet. People need to be held accountable for their actions. That goes for companies, too. I don’t claim to have a good understanding of the whole situation. I’m sure it’s complicated. But could it possibly stem from the irresponsible financial behavior of the American consumer?