“I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.” <br />Mahatma Gandhi <br /> <br />
It's bigger news in Australia than it is in the United States of America
It is SO easily overlooked at what an enormous contibution George Harrison gave to the Beatles
All that distinctive lead guitar
All of those vocal harmonies
They were MUCH more than Lennon and McCartney
Depends if we are talking physical addiction, or psychological addiction
The physically addictive ones are the opiates (opium, morphine, heroin), barbiturates (secanol etc-very rare these days) and benzodiazapanes (valium etc) and alcohol
A LOT of other substances, cocaine, crystal meth, ecstacy and marijuana have powerfull psychologically addictive reactions which can be as troublesome as physical addiction
I there a 'favourite' so far ?
Down Under we are all wondering who it will be
In the recent Federal Election in Australia it was always pretty clear who would form the next Federal Government on November 24, 2007, based on historically reliable opinion polls such as this one
(scroll down to Federal Election 2007)
PS: For Coalition, read Repulican
For Non-Coalition, read Democrat
As a comparison
Does the USA have any similar indicators ?
As the US President is, in reality, the most powerfull ofice in the world, the result is of much interests to Australians as Americans
Obama seems to be the preferred choice here
Would appreciate your thoughts and predictions
This was a bit disappointing to read
do a major release in the States ?
It was the best thing he ever did
He worked a lot internationally, but always came back home to do great art, even if they never became cinema 'blockbusters'
We're all a bit shell-shocked here, losing one of our own so needlessly
The Randall Knife
My father had a Randall knife.
My mother gave it to him,
When he went off to World War II,
To save us all from ruin.
If you've ever held a Randall knife,
Then you know my father well.
If a better blade was ever made,
I was probably forged in hell.
My father was a good man,
A lawyer by his trade,
And only once did I ever see,
Him misuse the blade.
It almost cut his thumb off,
When he took it for a tool.
The knife was made for darker things,
And you could not bend the rules.
He let me take it camping once,
On a Boy Scout jamboree,
And I broke a half an inch off,
Trying to stick it in a tree.
I hid it from him for a while,
But the knife and he were one,
He put it in his bottom drawer,
Without a hard word one.
There it slept and there it stayed,
For twenty some odd years,
Sort of like Excalibur,
Except waiting for a tear.
My father died when I was forty,
And I couldn't find a way to cry,
Not because I didn't love him,
Not because he didn't try.
I'd cried for every lesser thing,
Whiskey, pain and beauty,
But he deserved a better tear,
And I was not quite ready.
So we took his ashes out to sea,
And poured 'em off the stern,
And threw the roses in the wake,
Of everything we'd learned.
When we got back to the house,
They asked me what I wanted.
Not the lawbooks not the watch,
I need the things he's haunted.
My hand burned for the Randall knife,
There in the bottom drawer,
And I found a tear for my father's life,
And all that it stood for.
I'm glad this is the most dangerous wild-life I have to contend with at MY back door