I love symmetry as much as I love chaos. So today’s column title is nicely juxtaposed to yesterday’s. And somewhat prompted by Dan “The Music Man” Fucinaro who posts on another site. He and I could have an excellent conversation. Anyone whose favorite artist is Nils Lofgren is A-OK in my book.
Jimmie Dale Gilmore’s Braver Newer World is haunting and beautiful. He is also a member of the Flatlanders (along with one of my absolute favorites, Joe Ely, and Butch Hancock.) Is there any better music scene in the country than Austin, TX? Nope. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wo2D4JVN5A if you have 5:00 for a listen.
Thing of beauty. And I’ve been fooling myself. I’ve taken Jedediah on a couple of my speed workouts and thought I could maybe, possibly, outrun him. No way. I hopped on the bike this morning and took him out for a full sprint. I could barely keep up when he was at full tilt. And to see the muscular definition and ease and fluidity was spectacular. I’ll try and get a video soon, you’ll be amazed.
Everyone that is even vaguely familiar with me knows that cooking is one of my life’s passions. My dear sweet Allison following well and indeed eclipsing my footsteps. I once had a wife that told me she would buy me a gas stove when I learned to cook. True story. Well, I passed my own muster. I bought a sweet unit that will be installed later today.
Some of Alli’s most recent creations, yum!
Carved Honeydew Melon.
Dessert plate!
Can you say Creme Brule?
Alice in Wonderland cake with a sugar Chesire Cat.
Who is the baddest of the bad asses? My dad. He harvested 37 feral hogs earlier this year in a single week. At 81 years old, still Fearless and a dead eye (fruit not far from tree), he cleaned and donated to the needy local Native American population.
These aren’t your typical baby back ribs baby. These feral hogs are a great nuisance, wreaking havoc on crops and small animals. Mean son of a guns, but no match for the old man.
Tonight’s Wednesday Night Track Work is canceled due to the heat.
Braver Newer World lyrics:
Tell me now that you know how
To greet the dawn each day.
Fearless and unfettered, stand
Before the sun and pray.
There’s no controversy
Let silence judge your plea
For justice or for mercy.
They both will set you free.
It’s a braver, newer world you’ve found,
Rolling ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round
It’s a braver, newer world you’ve found.
Show me know that you know how
To play the winning game.
Laughing ’til the sky stands still
With neither praise nor blame.
There’s still time for heaven,
Though we’re already there.
The daily bread will leaven
All hope, all pain, all care.
It’s a braver, newer world you’ve found,
Rolling ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round.
It’s a braver, newer world you’ve found.
Teach me now that you know how
To learn the learner’s art.
Open with the master’s myth
And play with all your heart.
Listen to your singing,
Love will be your voice.
The gift that you are bringing
Is all for all, your choice.
It’s a braver, newer world you’ve found,
Rolling ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round.
It’s a braver, newer world you’ve found.
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