Friday, February 5, 2010

Stormy Weather

Sometimes God calms the storm, sometimes He calms the sailor.

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We sent out the S.O.S. call.
It was a quarter past four, in the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line.
Four months at sea. Four months of calm seas {only}
To be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point.

They call 'em rogues. They travel fast and alone.
One hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong.
What they call love is a risk,
'Cause you will always get hit
Out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own.

The hole in the hull defied the crew’s attempts,
To bail us out.
And flooded the engines and radio,
And half buried bow.

Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you.
Come off course while you sleep.
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef.

The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame.
To the port I see the lighthouse
Through the sleet and the rain.
And I wish for one more day to give my
Love and repay debts.
But the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.

They say that the captain stays fast with the ship,
Through still and storm,
But this ain't the Dakota,
And the water's so cold,
{We} won't have to fight for long.

-Brand New

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Don't know why
There's no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather
Since my gal and I ain't together
Keeps raining all the time
Life is bare
Gloom and misery everywhere
Stormy weather
Just can't get my poor old self together
I'm weary all the time
Every time
So weary all of the time
When she went away
The blues walked in and then they met me
If she stays away
That old rocking chair's bound to get me
All I do is pray
The lord above will let me
Just walk in that sun again
Can't go on
Everything I had is gone
Stormy Weather
Since my gal and I ain't together
Keeps raining all the time
Keeps raining all of the time

-Frank Sinatra

...Two feet of snow here on Fort Myer and it's still coming down. Fantastic.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Art of Manliness

New blog sensation, check it out.


Popularizing being a man. And not in the "I guzzle beer and get with chicks gah! I don't have an original thought in my head..." sense of being a man. But a "Oh the car is broken, I got that taken care of, no worries." And the "Son, this is how you build a fence/mow a lawn/change a tire/make a model airplane."

I literally went out and bought a suit because of this website. Pictures soon. Oh and latest and greatest is a social club, not a motorcycle club although... what's more manly than a classic style bike with that old throaty purr?

-Owen

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Wow...


I might have to start with one of these...



Change is in the freakin' air.

We're gonna take this...

Take off the farings
Take off the rest of the plastic
Put a new gas tank on
Put a new seat on
Install new lights
We'll keep the engine
And the tires...



We're gonna aim for a look like this...






Saturday, November 28, 2009

Let's get some things straight before I get old and uncool...

Heh, I almost titled it "Rules for my unborn son" but I figured that would cause a stir. Basically I'm blaming this website for this - http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/page/51

It's wicked smart.



-You can never overdress.

-If you're going to wear a tie, commit and button the top button.

-Memorize the bill of rights and your favorite poem.

-An hour with your grandparents is time well spent.
(Or as the Godfather would say, "A man that doesn't spend time with his family is not a man.")

-Learn how to fix a flat and change a belt, everything else take it to a garage.
(Or as Dad told me "Son make a lot of money so you can pay other people to do this for you.")

-Men with facial hair have something to hide
(I'm gonna disagree, but I wanted to put it up to appeal to the Frank Sinatra side of me, or the James Dean and Paul Newman side, there is something to be side about a good close shave.)

-Absolutely no tattoos or piercings... unless you're in the armed forces.
(Mom, Dad, I might get a tattoo. I hope you'll understand.)

-If you absolutely have to fight, punch first and punch hard. Aim for the nose.

-Compliment your mom's cooking, better yet, compliment anyone who's willing to cook for you.
(It's not hard and it'll mean a lot.)

-Never side against your brother in a fight. Ever.

-Push-ups and sit-ups are all you'll ever need to build muscle.

-Nothing good happens after 3 am. I promise.



So that's just a small selection, but I thought it was pretty freakin sweet and bodes more thinking on. Well, until next time then.

-Owen

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

It's November.

Just in case you didn't know.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20

-Bobby Frost