SEE IT AND BE IT 2013 Megamix

Triple OT to share a final free Big Mac with fans? Nowhere else but Notre Dame!

Loving the Heart of the Irish. Fierce as ever.

Local distance dedication to Skylar Diggins and her NDWBB sisters:

“What A Feeling” Lyrics by Irene Cara

First when there’s nothing but a slow glowing dream that your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind. All alone I have cried silent tears full of pride in a world made of steel,made of stone. Well, I hear the music,close my eyes, feel the rhythm,wrap around, take a hold of my heart. What a feeling. Bein’s believin’.I can have it all, now I’m dancing for my life. Take your passion and make it happen. Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life. Now I hear the music,close my eyes, I am rhythm. In a flash it takes hold of my heart. What a feeling. Bein’s believin’.I can have it all, now I’m dancing for my life.[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]Take your passion and make it happen. Pictures come alive, now I’m dancing through my life. What a feeling. What a feeling I AM MUSIC NOW Bein’s believin’. I AM RHYTHM NOW Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life. What a feeling. YOU CAN REALLY HAVE IT ALL What a feeling. PICTURES COME ALIVE WHEN I CALLI can have it all I CAN REALLY HAVE IT ALL Have it all PICTURES COME ALIVE WHEN I CALLCALL CALL CALL CALL WHAT A FEELINGI can have it all BEIN’S BELIEVIN Bein’s believin’ TAKE YOUR PASSIONMAKE IT HAPPEN make it happen WHAT A FEELING what a feeling BEIN’S BELIEVIN’ (fade)Songwriter(s): Irene Cara, Giorgio Moroder, Keith Forsey Copyright: Wb Music Corp., Alcor Music (usa), Sony/Atv Harmony, Carub Music

Retrieved 3/4/13 from
http://www.elyrics.net/read/i/irene-cara-lyrics/what-a-feeling-lyrics.html

Too late to hunt for my trackback, but smooth timing to witness embodiment of a classic Przybysz quote. What an exquisite night of synchronicity arising after equally sad and joyous life events. with life, we take it all, embrace it, and feel humbled for every opportunity. Intrinsic Motivation
S.A.L.S.A.!

 

SEE IT AND BE IT 2013

Triple OT to share a final free Big Mac with fans? Nowhere else but Notre Dame!

Loving the Heart of the Irish. Fierce as ever.

Local distance dedication to Skylar Diggins and her NDWBB sisters:

“What A Feeling” Lyrics by Irene Cara

First when there’s nothing but a slow glowing dream that your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind. All alone I have cried silent tears full of pride in a world made of steel,made of stone. Well, I hear the music,close my eyes, feel the rhythm,wrap around, take a hold of my heart. What a feeling. Bein’s believin’.I can have it all, now I’m dancing for my life. Take your passion and make it happen. Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life. Now I hear the music,close my eyes, I am rhythm. In a flash it takes hold of my heart. What a feeling. Bein’s believin’.I can have it all, now I’m dancing for my life.[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]Take your passion and make it happen. Pictures come alive, now I’m dancing through my life. What a feeling. What a feeling I AM MUSIC NOW Bein’s believin’. I AM RHYTHM NOW Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life. What a feeling. YOU CAN REALLY HAVE IT ALL What a feeling. PICTURES COME ALIVE WHEN I CALLI can have it all I CAN REALLY HAVE IT ALL Have it all PICTURES COME ALIVE WHEN I CALLCALL CALL CALL CALL WHAT A FEELINGI can have it all BEIN’S BELIEVIN Bein’s believin’ TAKE YOUR PASSIONMAKE IT HAPPEN make it happen WHAT A FEELING what a feeling BEIN’S BELIEVIN’ (fade)Songwriter(s): Irene Cara, Giorgio Moroder, Keith Forsey Copyright: Wb Music Corp., Alcor Music (usa), Sony/Atv Harmony, Carub Music

Retrieved 3/4/13 from
http://www.elyrics.net/read/i/irene-cara-lyrics/what-a-feeling-lyrics.html

Too late to hunt for my trackback, but smooth timing to witness embodiment of a classic Przybysz quote. What an exquisite night of synchronicity arising after equally sad and joyous life events. with life, we take it all, embrace it, and feel humbled for every opportunity. Intrinsic Motivation
S.A.L.S.A.!

 

“There She Goes”

I pick up my first certified orthotic device in the morning. I may be a late entry in the London 2012 Track and Field events. Stranger things have happened.

 

“You do a little dance and then you drink a little water.”

Notably in the midst of an ongoing series of accurately anticipating themes. Great stories!

“See it and be it!”

 

Flow is back!

*Energy* plus Flow equals synthesis of inputs and generation of life-enriching outputs.

A bit of everything is contributing.

 

please welcome the fifth member

Anything’s possible, right?

 

What’s your favorite color, baby?”

Or, alternatively, what color were you wearing on November 4, 2008?

I was wearing purple. I don’t know if that blog post of mine is still just a draft, or if I finally posted it, but I thought of the gist of it again: Purple nation.

I have a new lucky shirt. And I am actively reclaiming an irreducible entity.

If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion. ~ Dalai Lama

And the load in the dryer’s done.

 

right here, right now: i feel alive

From an hour or so ago: “I should be taping this.”

“Oh wait, who uses tapes anymore?”

“Let’s, let’s, let’s have a ball…”

And segue into we’ve only just begun.

ultraviolet

 

hold the line

Right guard*.

(Not just deodorant, but also the classic stand-up routine with guy decked out in shouder pads.And now nephew A)

 

“Your mom threw away your best ottoman.”

Here I figured I was pretty crafty to know what an ottoman was, way back when ‘LtI’ was at its peak. (I think I was in 4th grade at the time.) I am still chuckling at myself–there was a time when I laboriously transcribed the lyrics to several noteworthy songs. (This was when Commodore 64s were novelties–the start of computer classes in school for playing Lemonade and such, and the notion that lyrics sites would exist one day would’ve come across in the same way as the perpetual claim that X disease will be cured in 5 years (even 15 years after the initial prognostication).)

Included in that manual transcribing phase was one ditty that left me amused at the prospect of not wanting to go to school, and then not having an ottoman to rest one’s feet on if skipping school–what a waste that would be. Needless to say, I was reminded tonight about how inaccurate my lyrical understanding always was in the absence of published lyrics. Um, at least I’m self-correcting now? I think there was a moment when I saw the actual lyrics, and consciously decided my version was funnier and catchier.

 

it’s no secret

“In the end, social movements carry the day, not rock stars.”

— Bono, Rolling Stone Magazine interview, 2007

 

What’s the frequency?

It’s time for an interactive component here. In honor of a pending ABI update post:

I’ve only been to each of these once in my lifetime, so far, but the visits were of greater significance than one would expect from food joints priced under $5. Back in the days…

I can’t see a commercial for Sonic car-hop style restaurants without thinking of a certain song. Name it.

Then we’ve got the slightest thought of Taco Cabana eliciting a tune that spans several generations. Gee, what could it be?!

 

duct tape and water

She said she needed to run home and change between work and the performance because her colored pants might lead her to be “mistaken for a stage hand.” She opted for black.

Just before the start of the show, a couple dudes came out to do mic checks, place water bottles, and other last-minute things. They looked a lot like her in that they were wearing all black.

This was my first live musical event since reactivation of my ABI. Great act!!!

(This is part 1 in a series, but I have no idea how many parts it’ll have. “Parts is parts.”)

 

Kodachrome

is coloring my vision. And running in my head, of course!

“Oh sunny day, oh yeah…..”

checking out my photographs

 

Dad just offered me coffee

The last time I had coffee was probably when I was six. Could only stand the taste of it with lots of sugar and some milk in it. I’m thankful I never attempted to aquire a strong preferential taste for it, to blend in more.

My folks are tough workers who have a healthy history of third-shift labor hour tendencies. (Mom’s not q morning person, but Dad doesn’t let midnight oil or daylight burn, vacation/weekend or not–even though I claimed he was sleeping yesterday while I was up with the boys, he was actually out having breakfast with his buddies…)

Anyhow, they love their coffee. I don’t have to care for the taste to be fine tolerating the smell, and even appreciating it for the mood and performance-enhancing effect it has on them. That took time, too. (I don’t pity them for their dependence anymore. Everyone can appreciate the social significance of coffee, aftall!)

In any case, I don’t need to be awake to be wakeful right now. So it was with some deviousness that my dad encouraged exploring a coffee high at this moment.

The voice in my head is speaking at a steady, relaxed pace. So even though one may label this a hyper state of mental and physical acitvity, there’s a meter to it. And since I’m in the moment, I feel secure I’ve been getting rest at each of my intermittent stints lying down.

It’s very cool to be able to keep one’s cool.

And you know that takes me back to the junior high, “Patience,” anecdote. Thanks Axl! I used to be able to whistle the interlude part perfectly, before my lips weakened. Of course, they’ve come back more than I ever expected, and I have the memories (and sensations) of what such sweet whistling–and playing my baritone saxophone–so that’s plenty for me now! So mellow. Like Mellow Yellow (which I never drank much of).

Oh yeah, part of my switch to Cherry 7Up recently is because I’m aware it’s caffeine-free. I’ve also been drinking water. Before that, I was in the Pepper zone, of course.