Winter Wonderland
I hope no one cancels today and tomorrow.
It's above freezing temps.
We found a circle on Minecraft.
They really got the best of us, didn't they?
They said that love was enough but it wasn't.
I'm going down now, with my
Fine China.
Are the details in the fabric?
Are the things that make you panic.
Are the thoughts the result of static cling?
Are the things that make you blow.
Hell, no reason, go on and scream.
If you're shocked, it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing.
Everything will be fine.
Hold your own. Know your name. Go your own way.
Beautiful. Makes me a little sleepy, but good to play in the background time to time. Definitely not a transaction or possession . 😂
Don't cry for me Argentina. The truth is I never left you. All through my wild days, my mad existence, I kept my promise. Don't keep your distance.
And the songbirds are singing like they know the score.
Check out this video, "songbird glee" https://share.google/KOwcQF2WwiFHSF6Eq
Why is pain so many shades
and art so cathartic
but happiness so simple and familiar.
The lyric sounds better this way: I followed your path, with my gun in hand, to write our story bold in time.
War Love Song for the World
From Vietnam War Era translated with folk melody.
I imagine this is how war-torn countries feel.
"I picked up my gun and followed you to write our story bold in time."
We held hands without finishing a sentence.
Don't be sad, my love, the advance bugle has already sounded.
Soldier, please don't be sad,
We stayed up late last night, the two of us still hadn't poured out all our thoughts.
We told each other about the joys and sorrows of our childhood.
On a night with autumn leaves falling and the autumn wind blowing, I learned your name.
Now we are far apart, you put on your military uniform.
I stand and follow the troops, the train fades into the distance from the city.
For a thousand farewell gifts, I see you untie the green scarf, let it fly into the wind,
and blend into the strong river of the whole nation's heart.
Preparing for the worst night sleep of my life.
Montessori, Maria. Fine Print from the first female doctor in Italy. Human Body. Translated. 1900. 21 pages.
My son was in a private preschool and scored in the 99 percentile nationally. The test given by a private school teacher.
My friend was Valedictorian at a nationally high achieving public school. Grades subjective.
I was a high scoring test-taker (99 percentile) in national tests throughout an average school. Test given by state teachers.
Note the differences of subjective and objective.
Test taking and Medical models use deductions: what can't possibly be the answer.
Answer the easy questions first, so you get 20 correct and 1 wrong rather than vice versa: 1 right and 20 wrong.
Did everyone have to answer questions in college similar to "Most professors are a. Republicans. b. Democrat?"
The longer this takes,
the phatter I get....
They say only the good die young, but that just ain't right. Cause we're having too much fun. Too much fun tonight....