Tuesday, February 27, 2007


I sit at my desk and start to daydream and think about all the things people around the world are doing now. My inner Walter Mitty (which seems to be ever-present) goes wild.

Men and women diving in exotic locales for lost ships, archaeologists discovering lost treasures, people paragliding in the Andes, strolling in the Piazza San Marco in Venice. I discovered the video in the link above which is gotten me to thinking about all this. Wow. Now there is something I'd like to be doing instead of sitting here. Money cannot buy you happiness but it can buy you freedom. The freedom to do interesting things and the freedom to live out your fantasies. Watch this video, its simply amazing.
The Greek Fraternity and Sorority system has come under scrutiny this week.
Delta Zeta sorority kicks out sisters because, well, they are kind of chubby, not so hot, are really smart and are having a hard time filling there quota of new members.
The tickets have been purchased. I will be spending my St. Patrick's Day with THE POGUES at the Roseland Ballroom in NYC. WOOT!!!!

The Sick Bed of Cuchulain - The Pogues

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
Theres a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
Theres devils on each side of you with bottles in their handsYou need one more drop of poison and youll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the yids
At the sick bed of cuchulainn well kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair
And in the euston tavern you screamed it was your shout

But they wouldnt give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of cuchulainn well kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now youll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And theyll take you from this dump youre in and stick you in a box
Then theyll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But youll stick your head back out and shout well have another round

At the graveside of cuchulainn well kneel around and pray
And God is in his heaven, and billys down by the bay