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Monday, January 19, 2009

Inside the museums infinity goes up on trial...

Happy Monday, friends. Tomorrow, as you watch the inauguration of our 44th president, you'll gaze at the stage & wonder. What will the next four years bring? Will the Iraq war end soon? Will the economy start to turn around anytime soon? What primer was used on the front rail of the stage? Well, friends, I can answer one of those questions for you. It was A-100 Oil Primer. It is a slow drying alkyd primer, ideal for proper adhesion on any exterior wood surface. I suppose you are also wondering which person stared at this crossroads of history & sold them this primer. Well, dear readers, it was me, & I'm pleased to say that I touched this little piece of history. The railing was built & primed here in West Michigan, in little ol' Zeeland & was shipped to Washington DC in specially made crates where it was painted with Duration Exterior Paint. After the inauguration, it will be shipped to Texas where it will be re-used for 2013.

Five Favorite Songs of the Day

Sodom, South Georgia-Iron & Wine, Our Endless Numbered Days

Dear Mrs Roosevelt-Woody Guthrie

Dear Missis Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry;
His mortal clay is laid away, but his good work fills the sky; This world was lucky to see him born.

He's born in a money family on that Hudson's rocky shore;
Outrun every kid a-growin' up 'round Hyde Park just for fun;
This world was lucky to see him born.

He went away to grade school and wrote back to his folks;
He drew such funny pictures and always pulling a joke;
This world was lucky to see him born.

He went on up towards Harvard, he read his books of law;
He loved his trees and horses, loved everything he saw;
This world was lucky to see him born.

He got struck down by fever and it settled in his leg;
He loved the folks that wished him well as everybody did;
This world was lucky to see him born.

He took his office on a crippled leg, he said to one and all:
"You money changin' racket boys have sure 'nuff got to fall;"
This world was lucky to see him born,

In senate walls and congress halls he used his gift of tongue
To get you thieves and liars told and put you on the run;
This world was lucky to see him born,

I voted for him for lots o' jobs, I'd vote his name again;
He tried to find an honest job for every idle man;
This world was lucky to see him born,

He helped to build my union hall, he learned me how to talk;
I could see he was a cripple but he learned my soul to walk;
This world was lucky to see him born.

You Nazis and you fascists tried to boss this world by hate;
He fought my war the union way and the hate gang all got beat;
This world was lucky to see him born.

I was torpedoed on my merchant ship the day he took command;

He was hated by my captain, but loved by all ships hands;
This world was lucky to see him born.

I was a Gl in my army camp that day he passed away,
And over my shoulder talkin' I could hear some soldier say:
"This world was lucky to see him born."

I guess this world was lucky just to see him born;
I know this world was lucky just to see him born;
This world was lucky to see him born.

No Man's Land-Sufjan Stevens, The Avalanche

Thin Blue Flame-Josh Ritter, The Animal Years

War is Kind-Jakob Dylan, Seeing Things

Mother you saw my eyes
On the fourth of July
Under a banner of roman candles
Mother war is kind
Like hell but I am fine
Brother have you gone west
Have you followed through once yet
You are still younger how dare you forget
Brother war is best
In the morning when you've had rest

Like a lost dog between houses
In the unknown open country
Line up at dawn to see who's missing
My age is a metaphor
It only speaks of everything before

Daughter you wear my name
Those are my eyes keep 'em raised
I may have scars but I give more than I take
Daughter war is safe
Where you are far away
Lover are you gone
My heart has taken too much on
One octave lower than thunder it drums
lover war is done
In more ways than just one

Like a lost dog between houses
In the unknown open country
Like an outlaw now standing
At the foot of infinity
The sun is wild
And just in front of me

Happy Monday, friends...

andrew

6 comments:

Joyce said...

A story for the grandkids. How did it come about to be built in west Michigan, that's what I'd like to know. Granholm finally found us some work?

Pam said...

Profound questions, indeed!

Heidi McClelland said...

Very Cool!
Scott will be in Zeeland on Thursday, he's got an interview at Woodward Governor Co. We may join you on the West side, you never know.

Heidi McClelland said...

Sorry it is next Thursday.

Christie said...

Oooo! That would be exciting!!! I'll be saying a prayer for him! Maybe we can get you all over this way eventually ;) If he needs a place to stay for the night, let us know! He's more than welcome!

Mary said...

I watched the inaguration with a room full of 6th graders. I loved their impulsive claps and cheers. Hope and Change is something we can all be part of. I look forward to doing my part!

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