Eres Tu

Eres Tu
Artist: Mocedades

Como una promesa, eres tu, eres tu,
como una manana de verano,
como una sonrisa, eres tu, eres tu,
asi, asi, eres tu

Toda mi esperanza, eres tu, eres tu,
como lluvia fresca, en mis manos,
como fuerte brisan, eres tu, eres tu,
asi, asi, eres tu

Eres tu, como el agua de mi fuente,
eres tu, el fuego de mi hogar,
eres tu, como el agua de mi fuente,
eres tu, el fuego de mi hogar

Como un poema, eres tu, eres tu,
como una guitarra, en la noche,
como el horizonte, eres tu, eres tu,
asi, asi eres tu

Eres tu, como el agua de mi fuente,
eres tu, el fuego de mi hogar,
eres tu, como el agua de mi fuente,
eres tu, el fuego de mi hogar


[Translation:]
Like a promise, it is you, it is you
Just like a morning, in the summer
And just like a smile, it is you, it is you
Oh yes, oh yes, it is you

All of my dreams, it is you, it is you
Just like the fresh rain, in my hands
Just like strong breeze, it is you, it is you
Oh yes, oh yes, it is you

It is you, the water of my fountain
It is you, the fire of my home
It is you, the water of my fountain
It is you, the fire of my home

And just like a poem, it is you, it is you
Just like a guitar, in the evening
Like the great grand horizon, it is you, it is you
Oh yes, oh yes, it is you

Waiting On The World To Change

As I ponder over my upcoming thesis project, I now work in a job in which I get to meet a lot of people and go into their homes. These homes range from modest to very high end, and I come across a wide range of people. I come across people with so much, so much material wealth and stability, and yet last night I watch a TV program in which a child entering kindergarten on his first day, does not know what the three meals of a typical day are called, because there are many times that he will not have eaten for more than a day, and three meals a day are just not a part of his daily reality. That bothers me, so much, and I've been thinking a lot about this sort of thing lately, of how some have so much, and others next to nothing. I come across people with the best of everything, the best health care, the best health insurance, very nice comfortable places to live in, while poor children in this country often go hungry for days on end, and teenagers in some areas live in places where there are literally no businessess in which to apply for a job, because businessess have all fled the inner city long ago. What's the alternative in that situation? How do do you make money for the younger siblings who need milk and something to eat? My city of Denver is not like this; there are at least places where one can go to look for work, but what about places like Camden, NJ, and other places, which employers fled from long ago?

When I see, among others, the fat lady at the grocery store, with the oxygen tubes up her nose, buying her 49 items in the fast lane, then waddling out with her treasures, ready to light up a smoke and jump into her comfortable, luxury middle-class vehicle, it makes me wonder, would she even know that kids go hungry in this country, and more importantly, if she did, would she even care? I think I already know the answer to that one, and I find it disturbing. These are unfortunately the same lard asses who supported Bush in this war, and whose support was absolutely essential for the killing of over 100,000 innocent Iraqis, and who think that poverty is some moral failing. And probably also attend a megachurch too, with hands raised up to Jesus in that feelgood sort of way. What Hannah Arendt called the banality of evil; a lumpen middle-class that goes about its fat and comfortable business, no matter how many die, no matter who goes hungry; as long as its not me, as long as I got mine.

Well, I'd say that you won't find Jesus up in the sky. He lives on the ground in Camden, NJ, and he is in kindergarten, and he is hungry. I think that when we finally realize that, then, and only then, is when the world will finally begin to change.

Is It A Good Idea?

Is a troop surge a good, final gasp idea in terms of gaining control over the situation in Iraq, and particularly Baghdad? And if it is, why wasn't it done long ago? Actually, according to the two lead generals which Bush recently fired, we have already tried this on two prior occasions, without success. It sounds a little like squeezing the toothpaste out of the tube, or the mustard out of the mustard container; you squeeze one end and the stuff (or, the insurgents) just go somewhere else, and regroup. That's what happened in Fallujah and many other Iraqi cities already. It sounded like what Bush said this past week in his speech was that we were using the losing strategy, and now we're going to go with the winning one. Doink! (as I hit myself in the head). Why didn't we go with the winning strategy first? Sounds like a newer version of that ol' WMD story with repackaging; i.e., more made up junk! I think the guy pictured above, Muqtada Al-Sadr, a Shiite religious leader not so fond of the Americans, is going to end up in charge in Iraq sooner or later, and being the desired choice of the majority of Shiite Iraqis, who are the majority in Iraq, we are just going to have to deal with it! "Suddenly, Saddam doesn't seem quite so bad", I'll bet Bush is saying to himself, in his more private moments. I keep hearing rumours of a widening of this war, and of a desire to expand this thing into direct conflict with Iran. That, would be an even bigger mistake, than Bush's Iraq folly.

Will there even be a Presidential election in 2008? That may be up to the Decider, and if he decides to create an Iranian crisis which leads to the suspension of the election, and then of the constitution, and creates an Imperial Presidency. Keep your eye on forthcoming events; this could get terribly, terribly interesting.

Bye Bye, 2006 - You Won't Be Missed

A New Year's reveler in action. As the Mafia might say, he now sleeps with the fishes.

Last night I laid on my couch at midnight, watching New Year's festivities on the TV (I was downtown earlier in the evening), just kind of laying there, slightly tense, and clutching up just a little; waiting for 12:15am or so to come around. The reason for this is: at 12am, the gunshots start to go off. Now I don't live in a real bad, rough area (although, nor do I necessarily live in Candyland either, I guess you could say - maybe somewhere in the middle), but with almost without exception, wherever I have lived, at least a person or two pops off a couple of shots at midnight in celebration of the New Year. This tradition seems to be everywhere across the U.S., and around the world also to some degree. I know that they fire the Kalishnikov's up in the air in the Middle East at weddings, at feasts, at the drop of a hat, or many times just plain at each other, but I've never understood why people in an urban setting would want to do this, during each and every New Year's celebration. These bullets have to come down somewhere! In the 1990's, one of those stray bullets came down here in Denver, and hit an old man sitting out on his porch at midnight; rocking away in his chair, all set to greet the New Year, and it killed him. This guy happened to be a relative of the Mayor of Denver during the time, and so it received a fair amount of coverage. Therefore, it can happen, and does happen, every so often.

So, I squirmed around a little. Is it better to be hit in the side, or maybe just head on? As 12:20am came around, I think I began to relax a little more, and began to start to drift off. My last thoughts I think were, "if they get me, they get me, I'm tired, wha?, ...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

I made it!

Welcome, Welcome 2007, and so long 2006; you were a little rough on me I would have to say, yet I still made it through you - but don't come back here no more!