Out of the Shadows

I am making a return to the blog. I have been hiding for quite a while, time to step out of the shadows.

Tiriba

This is the rhythm we are learning right now in my West African drum class. Yeah, it is a hard one. All the rhythms we have learned until now have been in fours or eights. This rhythm is in 12/8, I think. Heck, I don't even know what that means. It's in threes, the lead hand changes from left to right and fast.

Man.

The beat goes on.

In and Out

Oh I'm a lucky man
To count on both hands
The ones I love

Indeed

Dusty & Rusty

I just went to the Free Library-which wasn't very free, I had to pay off some late fines, sheesh! Anyway, I saw a book there by an author named "Dusty Bunker." I just had to check it out, I felt a special connection to her.

See, you might not find that very amusing or interesting if you didn't already know that I sometimes roll with the handle "Rusty Plyers." I gave it a little British flair to throw the gawkers further off my trail.

I don't use the alias for any malicious intent, just social network sites, tables for two and the like. I'm just a little shy you see. Depending on the level of informality, I sometimes roll with "Donnie." Just ask my nephews William and Charles. They are whip smart, I only had to ask them once to use Donnie in public if there were strangers within earshot, and never had to remind them. Silly me, I was surprised when they whipped it out at the University of Pennsylvania bookstore. "Donnie, Donnie, Uncle Donnie, let's go!"

Let's go.

Honk For Labor

HONK! HONK!

Thank Goodness I got back on the health and wellness today. Thank goodness I gave up on my 5:19 5 bus a while back. I left the house around 5:11, arrived at York/Dauphin station to find it locked up tight, I started walking down Front to the Berks stop and phoned home. Sarah looked at the SEPTA website and informed me that Transport Workers Union, Local 234 announced a work stoppage as of 3am this morning. Here is a link to the article from the Philadelphia Inquirer.

Here is a map of the route I took:

Yahoo! Maps is calling it 6.42 miles. I guess that's a 10k+. I left at 5:11 and arrived at the gym around 6:50. I still had time to stretch, shower and get to work on time.

I feel real relaxed.

My Whole Life...

Send "Modern Girl" Ringtones to Cell

My baby love me
I'm so happy
Happy makes me a modern girl
Took my money
And bought a TV
TV brings me
Closer to the world

My whole life
was like a picture
of a sunny day.

My baby loves me
I'm so hungry
Hunger makes me
A modern girl
Took my money
And bought a donut
The hole's the size of
The entire world

My whole life
looked like a picture
of a sunny day.

My baby loves me
I'm so angry
Anger makes me a modern girl
Took my money
I couldn't buy nothin'
I'm sick of this
Brave new world

Bring it Philly-Bring It!

On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the Waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and I'm just killing time
Working all day in my daddy's garage
Driving all night chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge

CHORUS
The dogs on Main Street howl
'cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land

I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start

CHORUS

There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted