All right, I saw this post title this morning, and it rattled about my cranium and this popped out:
(with apologies to John Lennon and Yoko Ono)
So this is is Saturday And what have you done? You've burned out the old ones And fed on the young. And so this is is Saturday I'd hoped you would see Another day's labour You just got for free.
Have a very merry weekend But don't mind us here Still grading these papers And squand'ring our beer.
And so this is is Saturday Drive off in your car Upholstered in leather Like some movie star. And so happy Saturday You're well off the hook You'll miss all the problems If you never look.
Have a very merry weekend With an extra day off I wouldn't want to rain on Your big game of golf.
So this is is Saturday, And what have you done? You've burned through your elders And eaten your young. But so here it's Saturday I dare you to say That we're all just lucky We get any pay.
But then come Commencement The Kool-Aid we drink Convinces us minions Your shit doesn't stink.
Please to use at your own risk ;-) If you do, please let us know. In addition to the line in my CV about my publicaton in a pre-eminent, peer-reviewed, academic journal, I want to put in something about how I am a close advisor to the president.
Jesus, Cal, keep it together. It's 2 in the morning in Auckland and it's pouring down rain. I think I saw a beastie in the tub. What I wouldn't give to be standing by those roses and pulling out a 7 iron!
My advice, don't get used to the local time. Whenever I leave Ohio for the east coast, I just leave my watch the way it is. Don't want none of that jet lag!
The Rose (with apologies to Amanda McBroom and Bette Midler)
Some say life, it is a journey And we all make our own road. Some say life, it is a cipher And we all must crack the code. Some say life, it is a memo That you forgot to send. I say life, it is an old song That goes darker at the end.
It's the mind too closed for learning That bids our souls to weep. It's the heart too numb for yearning That shakes us from our sleep. It's the one who nonchalantly Lets it ride till it gets tense, And the gut reacts absurdly When the brain disdains all sense.
In your Sisyphean struggle That has only just begun, When the victor takes the spoils And the second best gets none, Just remember in the garden There's a fragile bloom that grows If the winter's cold had spared it, But in the spring it always snows.
Should we all start singing "Morning Has Broken" by Cat Stevens? :)
ReplyDeleteAll right, I saw this post title this morning, and it rattled about my cranium and this popped out:
ReplyDelete(with apologies to John Lennon and Yoko Ono)
So this is is Saturday
And what have you done?
You've burned out the old ones
And fed on the young.
And so this is is Saturday
I'd hoped you would see
Another day's labour
You just got for free.
Have a very merry weekend
But don't mind us here
Still grading these papers
And squand'ring our beer.
And so this is is Saturday
Drive off in your car
Upholstered in leather
Like some movie star.
And so happy Saturday
You're well off the hook
You'll miss all the problems
If you never look.
Have a very merry weekend
With an extra day off
I wouldn't want to rain on
Your big game of golf.
So this is is Saturday,
And what have you done?
You've burned through your elders
And eaten your young.
But so here it's Saturday
I dare you to say
That we're all just lucky
We get any pay.
But then come Commencement
The Kool-Aid we drink
Convinces us minions
Your shit doesn't stink.
The genius that is OPH!
Delete(and may I tape the 2nd verse to my president's door?)
Please to use at your own risk ;-) If you do, please let us know. In addition to the line in my CV about my publicaton in a pre-eminent, peer-reviewed, academic journal, I want to put in something about how I am a close advisor to the president.
DeleteI meant to ask: is your president upholstered in leather, too?
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ReplyDeleteFrod?
DeleteJesus, Cal, keep it together. It's 2 in the morning in Auckland and it's pouring down rain. I think I saw a beastie in the tub. What I wouldn't give to be standing by those roses and pulling out a 7 iron!
ReplyDeleteMy advice, don't get used to the local time. Whenever I leave Ohio for the east coast, I just leave my watch the way it is. Don't want none of that jet lag!
DeleteThe Rose (with apologies to Amanda McBroom and Bette Midler)
ReplyDeleteSome say life, it is a journey
And we all make our own road.
Some say life, it is a cipher
And we all must crack the code.
Some say life, it is a memo
That you forgot to send.
I say life, it is an old song
That goes darker at the end.
It's the mind too closed for learning
That bids our souls to weep.
It's the heart too numb for yearning
That shakes us from our sleep.
It's the one who nonchalantly
Lets it ride till it gets tense,
And the gut reacts absurdly
When the brain disdains all sense.
In your Sisyphean struggle
That has only just begun,
When the victor takes the spoils
And the second best gets none,
Just remember in the garden
There's a fragile bloom that grows
If the winter's cold had spared it,
But in the spring it always snows.