Fletch

The City of New Orleans - Willie Nelson

SING ALONG NOW! GOOD MORNIN' AMERICA! HOW, ARE, YA?..



[HAVE A GREAT DAY!]

STEVIE WONDER - WE CAN WORK IT OUT (Lyrics)

ANYTHING, CAN, BE ,'WORKED OUT'...BUT, ONLY..WITH?..

 DIALOGUE..AND,RESPECT!..

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. 
I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.

Abraham Lincoln

[END WAR NOW!]

BOLERO-RAVEL

I, always, liked this,Music...I find, it, poignant..sad, almost..yet..with, Hope...for the future...

“All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.” 
― George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia

George McCrae - It's been so long (1975)

Got to be, the best 'intro', of, any..cool, just...cool..

The RETURN Of The Angriest Guitar Player In The World!!!

My Son, showed, Me this..Thought, I'd,share, it..



Warning!, this, Gentleman, is, somewhat, in, need, of, Anger Management,therapy...

[strong Liverpudlian Language, may, offend!]

Odyssey - Going Back To My Roots

The Lumineers - Ho Hey (Official Video)

Talented Guys!..

The Beatles - You're gonna lose that girl

kiss, 'Candy', goodbye...and, move on, with, your, life.

The Fatback Band - Mr. Bass Man

Hey! Mr Bass Man!...nothin' fishy, 'bout, this,funk!..Yeah...tap, that big foot, y'all..

waylon jennings ive always been crazy lyrics

One Foot! Over the Line! Dude! hahaha!

Diana Ross & The Supremes - My World Is Empty Without You

Classic!..'nuff said.

Something Fishy......

http://sciencetrio.wordpress.com/2009/08/26/anatomy-of-a-tunas-internal-compass/

Interesting...Pineal Gland, in, Giant Tuna?...

The Stone Roses - Waterfall

TLC - Waterfalls [WITH LYRICS]

THREE STEPS TO...

WIFE VS. HUSBAND 
A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. 
An earlier discussion had led to an argument and 
neither of them wanted to concede their position. 
As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, 
the husband asked sarcastically, 'Relatives of yours?' 
'Yep,' the wife replied, 'in-laws.'

Pics

Whether, it's, the Caribbean.....

or, Liverpool.....Music, is, the food, of, Life!

[and, We, all, gotta, Eat!]

and,Nobody, likes, a Smart Alec!

Polar co-ordinate systems, part 2.."Integration"

Being and Nothingness: An Essay on Phenomenological Ontology (French: L'Être et le néant : Essai d'ontologie phénoménologique), sometimes subtitled A Phenomenological Essay on Ontology, is a 1943 book by philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre.^[1] Sartre's main purpose is to assert the individual's existence as prior to the individual's essence. His overriding concern in writing the book was to demonstrate that free will exists.^[2]

While a prisoner of war in 1940 and 1941, Sartre read Martin Heidegger's Being and Time, an ontological investigation through the lens and method of Husserlian phenomenology (Edmund Husserl was Heidegger's teacher). Reading Being and Time initiated Sartre's own enquiry leading to the publication in 1943 of Being and Nothingness whose subtitle is "A Phenomenological Essay on Ontology". Sartre's essay is clearly influenced by Heidegger though Sartre was profoundly skeptical of any measure by which humanity could achieve a kind of personal state of fulfillment comparable to the hypothetical Heideggerian re-encounter with Being.

In Sartre's much gloomier account in Being and Nothingness, man is a creature haunted by a vision of "completion", what Sartre calls the ens causa sui, literally "a being that causes itself", which many religions and philosophers identify as God. Born into the material reality of one's body, in a material universe, one finds oneself inserted into being. Consciousness has the ability to conceptualize possibilities, and to make them appear, or to annihilate them.

[wikipedia]

As Strong as Samson

'SALT DOG SLIMS', BAR, SEEL ST, LIVERPOOL.

[EIN PROSIT!] 

[THE SHOP, NEXT DOOR, ALONG..]

ENJOY BEER, RESPONSIBLY!..DON'T, MAKE, A PIG, OF, YOURSELF!

ZUM WOHL!

WALTER TROUT - THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER

Junkyard Preachers - Highway 49

OK..HOWLIN' WOLF,DID, IT, FIRST...BUT, THIS,..ROCKS..

Fleetwood Mac Man of--------------

Broken Hearts, and, MonkeyMind

Great Lyrics!...

Mind monkey or monkey mind, from Chinese xinyuan and Sino-Japanese shin'en 心猿 [lit. "heart-/mind-monkey"], is a Buddhist term meaning "unsettled; restless; capricious; whimsical; fanciful; inconstant; confused; indecisive; uncontrollable". In addition to Buddhist writings, including Chan or Zen, Consciousness-only, Pure Land, and Shingon, this "mind-monkey" psychological metaphor was adopted in Daoism, Neo-Confucianism, poetry, drama, and literature. "Mind-monkey" occurs in two reversible four-character idioms withyima or iba 意馬 [lit. "thought-/will-horse"], most frequently used in Chinese xinyuanyima 心猿意馬 and Japanese ibashin'en 意馬心猿. The "Monkey King" Sun Wukong in the Journey to the West personifies the mind-monkey.

mono-no-aware..! hyahaah!

Morning Flowers, Zen, Lesson 1.

In the morning, bowing to all;
In the evening, bowing to all.
Respecting others is my only duty--
Hail to the Never-despising Bodhisattva.

In heaven and earth he stands alone. 

A real monk
Needs
Only one thing--
a heart like
Never-despising Buddha.

-   Ryokan
    Translated by John Stevens
    Three Zen Masters, p. 128

 http://www.gardendigest.com/zen/quotes3.htm

Chuck Berry "Back in the USA"

Dancing, and, Playing, Electric Guitar,[without Power Cable]...



Awesome Showman, Terrible Dubbing...but, We, don't, care,what, People say!..



Rock and Roll!,is here!...TO STAY.

Dmitri Shostakovich - Waltz No. 2

I,DON'T KNOW, HOW, TO WALTZ...BUT, I ,CAN, LEARN!

THIS, IS, THE KIND, OF, MUSIC, I ,LIKE,TO,DRINK BEER TO..

Amos Lee - Arms Of A Woman

Nice...Chilled..Thoughtful...Me Likey...

The Cure - Closer To You - Closer Mix

 

Neil Diamond - Forever in Blue Jeans (Stereo!)

Moby Dick, or, The Whale, Selected Chapters..Ch 29

Chapter 29 - Enter Ahab; to Him, Stubb

Some days elapsed, and ice and icebergs all astern, the Pequod now went rolling through the bright Quito spring, which at sea, almost perpetually reigns on the threshold of the eternal August of the Tropic. The warmly cool, clear, ringing perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up- flaked up, with rose-water snow. The starred and stately nights seemed haughty dames in jewelled velvets, nursing at home in lonely pride, the memory of their absent conquering Earls, the golden helmeted suns! For sleeping man, 'twas hard to choose between such winsome days and such seducing nights. But all the witcheries of that unwaning weather did not merely lend new spells and potencies to the outward world. Inward they turned upon the soul, especially when the still mild hours of eve came on; then, memory shot her crystals as the clear ice most forms of noiseless twilights. And all these subtle agencies, more and more they wrought on Ahab's texture.

Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death. Among sea-commanders, the old greybeards will oftenest leave their berths to visit the night-cloaked deck. It was so with Ahab; only that now, of late, he seemed so much to live in the open air, that truly speaking, his visits were more to the cabin, than from the cabin to the planks. "It feels like going down into one's tomb,"- he would mutter to himself- "for an old captain like me to be descending this narrow scuttle, to go to my grave-dug berth."

So, almost every twenty-four hours, when the watches of the night were set, and the band on deck sentinelled the slumbers of the band below; and when if a rope was to be hauled upon the forecastle, the sailors flung it not rudely down, as by day, but with some cautiousness dropt it to its place for fear of disturbing their slumbering shipmates; when this sort of steady quietude would begin to prevail, habitually, the silent steersman would watch the cabin-scuttle; and ere long the old man would emerge, gripping at the iron banister, to help his crippled way. Some considering touch of humanity was in him; for at times like these, he usually abstained from patrolling the quarter-deck; because to his wearied mates, seeking repose within six inches of his ivory heel, such would have been the reverberating crack and din of that bony step, that their dreams would have been on the crunching teeth of sharks. But once, the mood was on him too deep for common regardings; and as with heavy, lumber-like pace he was measuring the ship from taffrail to mainmast, Stubb, the old second mate, came up from below, with a certain unassured, deprecating humorousness, hinted that if Captain Ahab was pleased to walk the planks, then, no one could say nay; but there might be some way of muffling the noise; hinting something indistinctly and hesitatingly about a globe of tow, and the insertion into it, of the ivory heel. Ah! Stubb, thou didst not know Ahab then.

"Am I a cannon-ball, Stubb," said Ahab, "that thou wouldst wad me that fashion? But go thy ways; I had forgot. Below to thy nightly grave; where such as ye sleep between shrouds, to use ye to the filling one at last.- Down, dog, and kennel!"

Starting at the unforseen concluding exclamation of the so suddenly scornful old man, Stubb was speechless a moment; then said excitedly, "I am not used to be spoken to that way, sir; I do but less than half like it, sir."

"Avast! gritted Ahab between his set teeth, and violently moving away, as if to avoid some passionate temptation.

"No, sir; not yet," said Stubb, emboldened, "I will not tamely be called a dog, sir."

"Then be called ten times a donkey, and a mule, and an ass, and begone, or I'll clear the world of thee!"

As he said this, Ahab advanced upon him with such overbearing terrors in his aspect, that Stubb involuntarily retreated.

"I was never served so before without giving a hard blow for it," muttered Stubb, as he found himself descending the cabin-scuttle. "It's very queer. Stop, Stubb; somehow, now, I don't well know whether to go back and strike him, or- what's that?- down here on my knees and pray for him? Yes, that was the thought coming up in me; but it would be the first time I ever did pray. It's queer; very queer; and he's queer too; aye, take him fore and aft, he's about the queerest old man Stubb ever sailed with. How he flashed at me!- his eyes like powder-pans! is he mad! Anyway there's something's on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks. He aint in his bed now, either, more than three hours out of the twenty-four; and he don't sleep then. Didn't that Dough-Boy, the steward, tell me that of a morning he always finds the old man's hammock clothes all rumpled and tumbled, and the sheets down at the foot, and the coverlid almost tied into knots, and the pillow a sort of frightful hot, as though a baked brick had been on it? A hot old man! I guess he's got what some folks ashore call a conscience; it's a kind of Tic-Dolly-row they say- worse nor a toothache. Well, well; I don't know what it is, but the Lord keep me from catching it. He's full of riddles; I wonder what he goes into the after hold for, every night, as Dough-Boy tells me he suspects; what's that for, I should like to know? Who's made appointments with him in the hold? Ain't that queer, now? But there's no telling, it's the old game- Here goes for a snooze. Damn me, it's worth a fellow's while to be born into the world, if only to fall right asleep. And now that I think of it, that's about the first thing babies do, and that's a sort of queer, too. Damn me, but all things are queer, come to think of 'em. But that's against my principles. Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth- So here goes again. But how's that? didn't he call me a dog? blazes! he called me ten times a donkey, and piled a lot of jackasses on top of that! He might as well have kicked me, and done with me. Maybe he did kick me, and I didn't observe it, I was so taken aback with his brow, somehow. It flashed like a bleached bone. What the devil's the matter with me? I don't stand right on my legs. Coming afoul of that old man has a sort of turned me wrong side out. By the Lord, I must have been dreaming, though- How? how? how?- but the only way's to stash it; so here goes to hammock again; and in the morning, I'll see how this plaguey juggling thinks over by daylight."

Patsy Cline ~ Tennessee Waltz

I, REMEMBER...AMERICA...

I'VE, FLOWN, FROM, PHILADELPHIA, TO, MIAMI...
FROM, SAN FRANCISCO, TO, LOS ANGELES..TO, LAS VEGAS.
FROM, SAN DIEGO, TO, CHICAGO..

I, LOOKED, OUT, THE WINDOW, OF, THE AEROPLANE..
SAW, VAST, SPACES...SAW ,OTHER ,AEROPLANES, PASS, UNDERNEATH..
THEN, I, LOOKED, AT, MY, FELLOW, TRAVELLERS..

AND, I, SAW, AMERICA

I,REMEMBER..AMERICA

[2-09-2014]..