My Life,The Movie Soundtrack

My Life, the Soundtrack
Opening Credits: 11:11 (Rufus Wainwright)
Average Day: Everyday People (Sly and The Family Stone)
Falling in Love: You and Me Song (The Wannadies)
Love Scene: Turn Me On (Norah Jones)
Breaking Up: Everybody Hurts (REM)
Getting Back: All You Need is Love (The Beatles)
Revenge: Just About to Break (Paul Kelly)
Fight Scene: Sunday, Bloody Sunday (U2)
Mental Breakdown: Rainy Day (Guster)
Life's OK: Here I Go Again (Whitesnake)
Driving: Send Me on My Way (Rusted Root)
Learning a Lesson: You Can't Always Get What You Want (The Rolling Stones)
Flashback: Nightswimming (REM)
Partying: Drink the Night Away (Gaelic Storm)
Happy Dance: Waterloo (ABBA)
Regretting: If I Could Start Today Again (Paul Kelly)
Long Night Alone: 100 Years (Five for Fighting)
Death Scene: Across the Universe (Rufus Wainwright)
Closing Credits: Look, Ma, No Hands (Elton John)


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Thoughts on the Pope's passing.

Overwhelming, I feel good for the guy. He was 84 and very sick. He lived a good life. He was Pope. We should all be so lucky as to live such a life. So, if I belived in religion, or God, (and I still capitalize, you know, just in case.) and in Catholicism, as the Pope did, I'd say, he's going home. But George W. just said that. And you know how I hate to agree with him.
So here's to you, Pope.
Cheers, mate.

And in memory of the last time we stood on the same side, publicly, I say in tribute,
"The CCHS Class of 1999 supports the Papal prayer for peace in Kosovo."
And I'd add to that
Iraq, Afghanistan, Sudan, Somalia, Uganda, Columbia, The Democratic Republic of the Congo, Georgia, Chechnia, Israel, The Nation of Palestine, Azerbaijan, Nepal, Laos, The Philippines, Burma.
And to the unheard, unnoticed victims of violence.

And so, I admire the pope's strength, love of life, and will to serve those who had no voice.
There are many good ripples.

Odpoczynek w pokoju, Ojciec.



"High Flight"

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.