What’s Your Purpose – Rock N Roll Edition

You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
You may find yourself in another part of the world
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself; Well…How did I get here?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground

– Talking Heads

What an amazing song.  If you haven’t already, watch them perform it,=
pull it up on YouTube, the Stop Making Sense concert DVD performance=
is an all time best.  I love how they illustrate all the different=
possibilities of where you could be, rich or poor, big house or small hou=
se, maybe a hot wife and then he presents evidence of eternity fading into=
blue, money disappearing, and the water keeps moving.  Right now, is=
just once in a lifetime, but there’s a whole lot more to consider. =
Everything mentioned in the first part can disappear, the house, the auto=
mobile, beauty, and even money, what’s bigger and more profound?

Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
Till there are no rich no more

I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you

Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still mor
e feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money, No more for me

I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you

o yah

World pollution, there’s no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Senators stop the war

I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you

– Ten Years After

This song just rocks.  Ten Years After had an incredible guitarist/le=
ad singer named Alvin Lee.  I’m telling you, Alvin Lee was an ab=
solute mad man, this band could have just dominated if it wasn’t for=
hallucinagenic drugs and fights among band members resulting in diss=
olution of the band.  Anyways, I want to point this song out for=
two reasons, I can’t believe how relevant it is today (probably because=
it is somewhat ambiguous) and I love the “So I’ll leave it up to you”&nbs=
p;line.  

One last song:  Here’s a song by Bob Dylan called Last Thoughts on Wo=
ody Gutherie.  Woody Gutherie was Bob Dylan’s hero growing up, had a=
profound influence on his belief system and his music.  When Bob Dyl=
an was young, he was named Robert Zimmerman and traveled from his home tow=
n in Minnesota to visit his hero Woody Gutherie who was going insane and=
suffering from a variety of diseases in Brooklyn State’s Psychiatric&nbsp=
;Hospital.  This person and pilgrimage help R
obert Zimmerman become Bob Dylan.

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you’re too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin’ behind an’ losin’ yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life’s busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin’ up
If the wine don’t come to the top of yer cup
If the wind’s got you sideways with with one hand holdin’ on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood’s easy findin’ but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin’ and the street gets too long
And you start walkin’ backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow’s mornin’ seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin’
And yer rope is a-slidin’ ’cause yer hands are a-drippin’
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe’s a-pourin’
And the lightnin’s a-flashing and the thunder’s a-crashin’
And the windows are rattlin’ and breakin’ and the roof tops a-shakin’
And yer whole world’s a-slammin’ and bangin’
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
“I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn’t they tell me the day I was born”
And you start g
ettin’ chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you’re lookin’ for somethin’ you ain’t quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world’s a-watchin’ with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she’s long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they’re fryin’
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell’s bangin’ loudly but you can’t hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes’ve turned filthy from the sight-blindin’ dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an’ fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin’ three queens
And it’s makin you mad, it’s makin’ you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin’ around a pinball machine
And there’s something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin’
But it’s trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin’ in bed
And no matter how you try you just can’t say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion’s mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tie
d behind
And you wish you’d never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin’
On this road I’m walkin’, on this trail I’m turnin’
On this curve I’m hanging
On this pathway I’m strolling, in the space I’m taking
In this air I’m inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I’m playing, on this banjo I’m frailin’
On this mandolin I’m strummin’, in the song I’m singin’
In the tune I’m hummin’, in the words I’m writin’
In the words that I’m thinkin’
In this ocean of hours I’m all the time drinkin’
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they’re around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
“Cause sometimes you hear’em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it’s something special you’re needin’
And you know that there’s no drug that’ll do for the healin’
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin’ train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That’s been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don’t bar no race
That won’t laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin’ long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it’s you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you’re sitting
That the world ain’t got you beat
That it ain’t got you licked
It can’t get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope’s just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner ’round a wide-angled curve
But that’s what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
“Cause you look an’ you start getting the chills
“Cause you can’t find it on a dollar bill
And it ain’t on Macy’s window sill
And it ain’t
on no rich kid’s road map
And it ain’t in no fat kid’s fraternity house
And it ain’t made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain’t on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it’s funny
No you can’t find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain’t in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you’re bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain’t a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain’t in the rumors people’re tellin’ you
And it ain’t in the pimple-lotion people are sellin’ you
And it ain’t in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star’s blouse
And you can’t find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can’t tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain’t in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain’t in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain’t in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin’ and tappin’ in Christmas wrappin’
Sayin’ ain’t I pretty and ain’t I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can’t even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you’ll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache=C2=A5
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other
day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain’t in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who’d turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can’t find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain’t in the ones that ain’t got any talent but think they do
And think they’re foolin’ you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while ’cause they know it’s in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin’, “Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain’t there no one here that knows where I’m at
Ain’t there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN’T REAL”
No but that ain’t yer game, it ain’t even yer race
You can’t hear yer name, you can’t see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin’
Where do you look for this lamp that’s a-burnin’
Where do you look for this oil well gushin’
Where do you look for this candle that’s glowin’
Where do you look for this hope=2
0that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You’ll find God in the church of your choice
You’ll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it’s only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You’ll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown
Did you really read the entire song?  Anyways, the common thread betw=
een all of these songs is the distillation of what is real and unreal.&nbs=
p; Hamster wheel vs. running free, making an important contribution vs. go=
ing through the motions, finding something you truly believe in vs. buying=
what they are selling you. 

I certainly haven’t carved out a profound existence yet, there are aspects=
of my job that I don’t think are really guided by creating a better exist=
ence for our society.  In fact, I would say most industries now days=
are guided by increasing revenues and profits more than they are guided=
by doing the right thing.  McDonald’s wants to sell more, Zoloft wan=
ts to sell more, Halliburton wants to sell more, Budweiser wants to sell=
more.  We work 8 hours days (at least) to make and sell this stuff,=
but is it20moving to a worthwhile end? 

I’m not sure, but I am trying to reduce my corporate footprint as much as=
possible, and ultimately, do something that I truly believe in.  I=
do truly believe in the love of my family and feel that every minute, eve=
ry dollar, every sacrifice I make for them is an investment that will be=
worth more than any stock.  The other thing that I want to do is be=
in more contact with the world and wilderness, I cannot wait for my fishi=
ng trips to the Outer Banks next weekend, I hope to take Winston hiking th=
is weekend, and as the years go by, spend considerable time exploring=
the wilderness and salty ocean flats.   

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Mayor of Doylestown, Pennsylvania

Have you seen all the political signs on display?  Good lord almighty, there must be thousands of them on route 611.  I saw a couple signs here and there campaigning to be Mayor of Doylestown (I had no idea that Doylestown had a Mayor).  I checked the newspaper (the Intelligencer had a big pull out section devoted to the upcoming primary elections) and it said there was a Republican and Democrat running for Mayor of Doylestown, many nearby towns only had one person running for Mayor.  How cool would that be if you ran for Mayor and found out you had no competition?  I would slink around and keep it quiet so no one got the idea to run against me, the first thing I’d do would be to yank out all my signs endorsing myself on 611.  I can’t imagine endorsing myself, like, paying money to get people to vote for me seems like a dumb idea, I’d rather just pay people to vote for me.  Better yet, it would be awesome if I was so motivated, fair, hard working, and intelligent that the town or city begged for me to represent the community.  Is it now the opposite?  Do you now need to beg people to vote for you?  I work in marketing, this should totally make sense to me, it’s like me saying, “I can’t believe Coca-Cola spends millions of dollars advertising, when its such a great product people should just drink it and not need the commercials.”
 
Why would you ask for people to vote for you?  Maybe because not enough people know you.  Maybe because your ideas and proposed plans and actions are a million times better than what’s currently in place.  Maybe you want the fame, power, the title.  Maybe you want to make a difference.   

Since I am a resident of Doylestown and most of the blog visitors live in town or close by, I thought it would be a good idea to learn more about the Mayor’s role and responsibilities.  Doylestown’s Mayor does not receive compensation and the position is mostly ceremonial.  The Mayor of Doylestown does have to work closely with the Police Department to provide civilian oversight.  The Mayor also needs to attend all Borough Council Meetings and provide a tie-breaking vote, if necessary.  One cool thing the Doylestown Mayor gets to do is officiating civil wedding ceremonies.  All in all, it sounds like a position for someone who loves the town, cares about the community, and wants to be a small part of what makes Doylestown great. 

I haven’t found out too much about the candidates, I guess there’s not too much you need to know about them in a largely ceremonial position, maybe listen to them perform a civil ceremony.  I think it would be cool if the Mayor wore a top hat.  I’ll throw this out there, whoever wins the election can get a top hat courtesy of the RKDeemReport.

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Ducks Unlimited

I was driving to work today and saw a man with a Ducks Unlimited bumper sticker.  I’ve heard of the organization, but never really thought about it before.  I started to think about a world where ducks were truly unlimited, it was a horrifying image.  Can you imagine ducks all over the place, ducks in your shower, ducks in your yard, ducks as your pets, ducks as your friends.  That’s just too much ducks.  So, what does Ducks Unlimited want?  What’s Ducks Unlimited’s agenda?  Here’s what the website had to say:

“Ducks Unlimited was founded by a group of waterfowl hunters more than 65 years ago, and today 90 percent of Ducks Unlimited members are hunters. Through the support of this sportsman constituency, Ducks Unlimited has been able to conserve more than 10 million acres of habitat across North America in the areas that are most important to ducks and geese.”

I suggest he changes his bumper sticker to say, “I love ducks so much I want to kill them!”

By the way, the quote from the website says that 90% of the member are hunters, I wonder if the 10% are planning a coup.  They probably just listen in on the meetings absolutely disgusted, maybe someday one of the non-hunting minority members will stand up and give this speech:

“Good evening my fellow lovers of ducks.  We gather here today, united in our purpose to propagate ducks to an infinite quantity.  It is this purpose, this goal we all share, that drives me to make the following proposal.  I truly believe, that we can reach our goals of having unlimited ducks faster, if we stop shooting at them.  I know this statement comes as a profound shock to many you, perhaps, 90% of you, but I know deep down, that these ducks need our help, our support, not our semi-automatic firearms perforating their beautiful feathery bodies.”   


Now It Begins

Do you ever get that feeling that things about about to start happening?  I can’t put my finger on it, but I get the sense that there’s random factors and contributors lining up and something cool is about to happen.  Who knows, maybe I just woke up with a lot of energy today, but I think the next 6 months will yield good things. 

1.  Sometimes I think it would be really cool if I was a farmer, your hard work has a very tangible product.  It must be a great feeling to put in good, hard work every day and to see a bountiful harvest come up six months later.  Although, if I was a farmer with 50 acres of land, I’d probably be very tempted to sell it to some developer and live the rest of my life in the Florida Keys fishing.  Draughts must be horrible too, imagine working months and months, determined to provide for your family and community, and then have a draught wipe out all your hard work.  I probably should stop glamorizing the farmers, it’s probably not the best gig out there.

2.  You know what is a good gig to have?  Working at a family owned vinyard!  For my parent’s 40th anniversary, we got them customized bottles with labels that had their wedding picture on them.  They didn’t mark up the price or anything, very good deal, very fun product, and the people were splendid to work with.  The wine ended up being really tasty too.  All in all, RKDeem gives the Buckingham Vinyard/Winery a big thumbs up.  To customize a label, they just need 4 days notice. 

3.  The Bulldogs softball team continues to perform at a high level.  This could be the year we finally win a men’s league championship.  Yesterday we had real strong gusts of wind, my pitches would start out heading right for the batter’s head and then the wind would knock them down and put them right over the plate, sometimes the wind wouldn’t blow and the ball would just hit the batter.

4.  I watched the Blues Brothers yesterday.  It is absolutely one of my most favorite movies and in some ways, probably an influence on my life.  I have the same sunglasses worn by John Belushi in the movie, my wedding CD that I made as a party favor contained about 6 songs from the Blues Brothers movie, and I completely align with their style and appreciation of music.  While watching the movie yesterday, I tried to figure out what cool characters we have in today’s music world that would be appropriate for a modern day crazy musical, here’s the best I could come up with:
a.  Jack White/Meg White from the White Stripes – They are awesome musicians and funny characters
b.  Eminem – Funny guy, but doesn’t play an instrument.  I am not crazy about having a rap song in the musical.
c.  Rivers Cuomo from Weezer – He’s been on Sesame Street and can play the guitar
d.  Joss Stone – Probably one of the best modern soul singers, too bad she’s white, I need diversity.  I can’t believe my rapper and soul singer are both white.
e.  Kanye West – Now we have some diversity, can he play an instrument?
f.   Beck – Cool and weird guy, saw him play a song using table utensils
g.  AC/DC – everyone in the band looks and acts awesome, they are kind of like farmers, I sometimes think it would be cool to be them, but once I think it through, I realize there’s probably a lot of downside too, like having a liver and lungs that are black
h.   Prince – he’s a really cool dude with absolutely no downside, come on, think about it, who wouldn’t want to be Prince
i.  The Roots – To be honest, I’m not a huge Roots fan, but we needed more diversity.  I could use some help here, in addition, any latino or asian musicians that you can think of?  That was a wonderful aspect of the Blues Brothers, it went from fancy restaurants to burned out alleys, black neighborhoods to white neighborhoods, soul to rock, the diversity of music and influences was awesome. 

5.  Here’s something to consider if you ever become a contractor for a big company, you don’t get paid like an employee, you get paid like a vendor.  I have to submit my hours on a monthly basis, I sent in April’s hours at the end of April and still haven’t seen my payment.  I think they have 15 days before they pay up and my next paycheck won’t be until June 15th.  The paychecks are going to be much more spaced out, but I think it will be fun that way, it will make budgeting much more of a priority! 

6.  Yesterday was Mother’s Day.  Jaclyn does one heck of a job as a mother.  I know most of you know this already, but she really is incredible, she can hold both kids while making dinner, she can change a diaper and read a book at the same time, she makes both kids know they’re special, she heals their wounds with a kiss and disciplines them when they go beyond their boundaries.  She entertains, feeds, cleans, educates, and gives them everything bit of nurturing they need.  I just add elements of fun and fear, she’s the foundation to which they will grow.  When the readers of this blog have children, you must use her as a resource, she does it all.

Shoving A Stick In The Spokes Of A Wheel

I am reading Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand’s most popular novel.  San Diego Dave recommended that I read The Fountainhead a couple years back and I loved it, but never read any more of her books.  Her books require a real leap of faith, they are billions of pages long, but an exciting read.  I have a really horrible lamp next to my bed, it it like a ghost is holding up a match about 3 feet away from me, I have to angle the book perfectly to have it catch enough light. 

Tomorrow I plan on doing the walk/run for the guy I played high school football with and died fighting in Iraq (improvised explosive device hit his hummer).  Sometimes I watch TV and think scenarios are pretty unrealistic, like my all time favorite show LOST, has some really unrealistic moments, but it seems really unrealistic that this child from Bucks County, who was good natured and caring, somehow made it across the ocean to fight a war that was started completely by mistake.  By all accounts, this individual loved what he was doing, truly believed he was making a difference and doing what was right, so I am not saying he was right or wrong, I truly don’t know, it just seems weird that he was ever in Iraq and that there was a person in Iraq that hated/feared him enough to produce the current circumstances.  I know a couple of veterans, all are really important people to me, and there’s no doubt that the veterans I know are some of the best people on this planet (grandfather, father, father-in-law), but it is so hard to wrap my mind around these great guys getting involved in battle.  Maybe that was the point, maybe they fought wars so I could someday be so protected and naive to think they are necessary anymore, it worked, I really would not want to fight anyone, except maybe Ryan Seacrest, just kidding, I love Ryan Seacrest.  So this Saturday, I’ll walk for a bit and think about it some more, but mostly think about how lucky I am to live in a country that has done a lot of things right, has a lot of good people living in it, and just hope that my family can live fruitful life that can in a small way, honor the sacrifices of the good people from Bucks County who have died trying to make this world a better place. 

We’re getting ready to move, move on that to come.  I’m running late, gotta go!



A Quick One While He’s Away

The title of this blog is named after one of my favorite songs by The Who.  It’s 9 minutes long and goes through a lot of styles, but the conclusion is awesome.  The conclusion of this blog won’t be very exciting, I just want to post something now because time is escaping and I’m not sure when I’ll capture it again.  I’ve been very busy on both sides of the candle. 

1.  I’ve begun working full time as a contractor and it is going well.  My goal is to make myself indispensable and people are loading me up with tons of work, but there’s definitely a large element of uncertainty when you’re a contractor.  The good news is that I am working hard and I can sleep at night knowing I’m doing my best.

2.  The kids are insane.  On a daily basis, my kids will easily do something so insane, it would easily be the most insane thing in a normal person’s day.  Last night for example, Jaclyn and I were eating dinner and we heard a loud thud in the office, followed by screaming.  That would normally be a pretty shocking event, but it is par for the course for us.  Another example of craziness in our household was Winston smacking Dalia in the eye with a plastic Brontosaurus, cutting her under her eye and probably giving her a little shiner.  Who else can say that they saw someone get punched in the face with a brontosaurus yesterday.  And the grand finale, I was changing Dalia’s diaper and had her on my lap, but didn’t realize she had pooped.  I ended up getting someone else’s poop on my shorts.  For all of you single or married couples without kids, you are really missing out on the excitement!  Last night alone, we had danger, drama, and fear factor in one night, it sure beats TV!  Okay, I probably convinced more of you to take birth control seriously than to start having babies.

3.  I think hippies should start a contingent army that employ all the tactics that they propose.  Like thousands of heart shaped cards, helicopters dropping flowers, and gift cards to the Olive Garden.  I would love to see a love army in Iran, I’m just so curious to know what would happen.  I guess they’d probably all die.

4.  Softball was rained out this weekend.  I almost prayed to God that softball wouldn’t be canceled.  I was looking forward to it so much.  I figured I should call on God for a more urgent situation. 

That’s it for now, I have to make myself indispensable.