This is a virtual cafe where all ideas are entertained all facts discerned, all topics discussed. And just because the proprietor has a passion for Christ, books, and the Acoustic guitar, that doesn't mean you can't veer wildly off into different subjects. So, come in, have a coffee (imported especially from Verble's finca in El Salvador), and talk about whatever you want.
I know I've seen this place before
Lord can't you hear me screaming
As a young man long ago
When I was twenty-one
And I know I've seen this house before
With people all around it
With my baby cousin on the floor
And Mama in the kitchen
And a woman lies upon the bed
I think she must be dying
And I recall the words she said
As she began to cry
She begged son please don't go to Baltimore
And leave me where I'm lying
For you will son but I no more
Walk among the living
And if you go to Baltimore
Then I'll see you in heaven
And as you breathe I'll breathe no more
And I will surely die
Well you know I went to Baltimore
So confident and wise
And as I breathed she breathed no more
And she did surely die
And now as I lie upon my bed
I pray I must be dreaming
With faces all around my head
And strangers at my door
And a woman's voice calls out to me
Bring unto you your children
And let them see these things you see
And hear the words you say
Beg them to go to Baltimore
And leave you where you're lying
Just like you did one time before
When you were twenty-one
And if they go to Baltimore
Then I'll see you in heaven
And as they breathe you'll breathe no more
And you will surely die
And I know I've seen this place before
Lord can't you hear me screaming
And if I should awaken Lord
Then answer me my plea
What makes the sun set in the west
And birds fly in the sky
And what makes a woman beat her breast
When her children start to cry
And what makes those little ones grow old
To find eternity
And what takes the wise
And leaves behind
A foolish one like me
about what’s happening in Baltimore shed a new light on this song by Lyle
Lovett for me. The song, as written, is
lyrically in the style of old British and Irish ballads that recount lovers or
sons moving away, usually to seek a life in a new world across the sea. At this time, with these incidents of
violence, especially blamed upon rioters who have come from out of town, the
narrator of this song seems like it could be one of those instigators of
violence, who is heading to Baltimore to cause violence, leaving behind his
In the second
half of the song, the narrator, later in life, reflects on the choice he made
and all about how the cycle repeats itself.
Again, the original song reflected on the loneliness which we leave our
loved ones is the same loneliness in which they will leave us, but in the new
rendition, it speaks to how violence is a never ending cycle, and we are left
to wonder, decades from now, in what city will these fires burn again?
MR, has penned this little poem and left it on the counter here at the Z&T:
"Our kids are graduating without being able to form a coherent sentence. My son can't frikkin' read! And this is considered the BEST school system in the Houston area! I have no idea what's happening here. All I know is that of the top ten academic graduates of every year, NINE of them were born and raised in either China or India. There's always like ONE token white guy. Doesn't THAT tell you something about who is REALLY being educated?"
all these years Ive been with you and the girls and never once have you ever taken my thoughts into account for being their Dad. That's D-A-D. DAD. Always, 'ur just the stepfather' - that's all I am to you. Ive been with them since they were 3 and 5 and now when the chips are down and one wants to run away and the other just wants to quit school and suddenly you want to take out a second mortgage to pay for Jamie's dorm and for Holly's whateveritis total-body-makeover or some shit, when what they really need a good reality check that theyve had a home all these years and two parents - TWO - who love them and provided for them and got their eyes checked and made sure they always had food and got braces and everything they needed, suddenly IM the loser because I don't make $100k/yr.
yes we both work and yes we have stressful jobs and yes our girls are young adults and yes they want to grow up and move out and YES its easier on me than you but NO that doesnt give you the right to think that Im some sort of loser just because I dont make enough money to send one off to college that she'll probly quit in 6 months anyway and pay for stupid plastic surgery that our alreadybeautiful daughter DOESN'T NEED!
all this makes me wanna just park the car in the garage, close the door, and leave it running.
.... so last night around 9:30 I get this text from a number I've never seen before. It's not in my contacts and just comes up as the number. This text says "Arent you supposed to open the damn door when someone rings the doorbell?"
...so I figure, this guy just sent a text to the wrong number, because no one's rung my doorbell, and I can just picture this dude somewhere across town, texting his buddy to open the damn door, and he's standing there on the porch,
...so I decide to mess with him a little, and so I text back, "I would but right now I'm in bed with your mom!"
...and I'm laughing because, we'll, hey, that was pretty funny, right? and about a minute later another text comes back saying, "you mean your dead grandmother?"
I keep having these dreams where I'm waiting at the airport to get into heaven and the TSA guys keep making me go back through the metal detector over and over and over, and I'm really in this panic because I'm going to miss my flight, and when they finally let me through I'm tearing down the concourse to the gate and when I get there everybody is just standing around and there's this big sign that says ALL FLIGHTS CANCELLED.
We broke down and watched "The Interview" last night.
How was it?
Oh my GOD! It was the worst piece of crap ever put on film! I mean, 4 hours into this thing and you're like, yes, Seth Rogan, we KNOW you can drop the F-bomb but do you have to drop the F-bomb in every-single-line?
Seriously, I'm no prude, but even I know when curse words are over done. Seriously, only Junior high kids use that much profanity. And that's probably who wrote this piece of crap, too. The jokes were stupid, moronic, "They hate us cuz they AN-US" har har har snickery-har.
What about the whole Kim Jong Un, thing?
You know why Kim Jong Un hacked Sony? I'll tell you why. It wasn't because the film was talking about assassinating him, oh no, I'm sure he would have been like "Hey, you know, I wouldn't care if you had me killed by Tom Cruise's 'Mission Impossible' or The Rock's 'Fast and Furious' gang. I wouldn't mind if you took me out with the Expendables, the RED, or hell even by Ben Stiller. But to have me killed by JAMES FRANCO AND SETH ROGAN?! In this knocked-up/neighbors dumbass low-level stinkhole of a movie? Heck no, Americans! I nuke you all!!' THAT's what Kim Jong Un was feeling!
It was undignified, you're saying.
Ex-actly! Undignified! Oh my Lord what a waste of time! ... except for the two chicks. They were really cute!
your heels on the rail of an observation car.
Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an hour.
Take in the prairie right and left, rolling land and new hay crops,
swaths of new hay laid in the sun.
A gray village flecks by and the horses hitched in front of the
post-office never blink an eye.
A barnyard and fifteen Holstein cows, dabs of white on a black
wall map, never blink an eye.
A signalman in a tower, the outpost of Kansas City, keeps his
place at a window with the serenity of a bronze
statue on a
dark night when lovers pass whispering.
... I was jogging at lunch today around the neighborhood. Going past this apartment complex these two young ladies come out of the gate, they looked like one was a realtor showing the other the apartment. The path was narrow so I had to slow down, and this one - tall, brunette, elegant, gorgeous - says to me "Please excuse us, don't let us get in the way of your run"
and I said, "A gentleman always pauses to appreciate true beauty."
I tell you, if I were twenty years younger, that line would probably get me laid.
“reminds me of guy i once knew.. he worked at
the company I did.. he had a sick sense of humor.. no big deal, we all did..
but he used to joke about liking "young" girls.. like pre-puberty
ones.. he said they smelled like "Easter Eggs" whatever that meant..
we all thought he was just joking in a sick way.. until one day on the way back
from lunch.. we stopped by a co-workers house on the way back to the office and
in the neighborhood we noticed him parked out by an elementary school watching
the kids on the playground.. so we started following him at lunch and found he
went every day and appeared to have "love for one" in the car while
at the playground.. i mentioned it to a friend who worked at the DA's office..
the guy quit the job soon after and i didn't think about it again.. until a few
years later.. watching the news one night.. there was old "Easter
Egg" in handcuffs.. busted for lewd act with a minor and kiddy pron.. a
sick breed these type... there's no cure for it short of "lead
poisoning"... these guys will be out on bail meeting real kids for sex in
a few hours.. meeting fake "cop" kids is just an inconvenience..
they'll be getting that Easter Egg tomorrow..”
NOTE: This was an online comment to a news article about a sting operation that netted 12 men in Fort Bend County on charges of intent to solicit a minor