Thursday, December 11, 2008

Sunday, December 7, 2008

For Uncle Chris


Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl
you want so much it make you sorry
Still you don't regret a single day
Ah, girl, Girl, Girl
When I think of all the times
I tried to hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry
And she promises the earth to me
and I believe her
After all this time I don't know why
Ah, girl, girl, girl
She's the kind of girl who puts you down
When friends are there
You feel a fool
When you say she's looking good
She acts as if it's understood
she's cool, ooh, oo, oo, oo
Girl, girl, girl
Was she told when she was young
that pain would lead to pleasure
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back
to earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead
Ah, girl, girl, girl
Girl
The Beatles

Paul Newman Pt. 2


"People in Hollywood come up to me and say, 'Why take a chance? Don't make enemies.', What they're basically asking me to do is be a person without character.... I prefer to make enemies."


On having made Richard Nixon's infamous Enemies List:

"I've been fortunate in my lifetime to be tapped for a reasonable abundance of honors but none delighted me or elevated me in the eyes of my children more than my placement as No. 19."

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

December




I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
Andrew Wyeth

Monday, December 1, 2008