Friday, July 07, 2006

Sharing Birthdays

You would have thought that it wouldn't have taken me this long to figure out that I share the same birthdate (different year of course) with (y)our ignoble president, Mr. Bush. Fortunately, I do not believe in astrology in the least.

On a happier note, we receive the most comprehensive Tour de France coverage you could image. It lasts for hours-- and almost no commercials. Certainly not the endless OLN marketing machinations that are a complete distraction from the race. Still, we get the interviews with winners and losers, and the ever-present Didi whatshisname, who speaks not a word of English (you know... the red devil you looks completely insane).

I am cheering for Thor to take a green jersey. The yellow jersey doesn't seem to interesting with some of the big guns out of the action.

Tomorrow we leave for London. I have everything ready for work-- although I am a little nervous having to give a presentation to the government--- alone. But I couldn't be more prepared (although certainly there is room to be more well-rested).

Anyway, the closest I ever was to a punk was liking some of the more tame Clash offerings. Funny how I have heard this track a million times but had forgotten how apocalyptic it is. Then again, it was the 1980.

London Calling Lyrics

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the reign of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is burning and I, I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out - and draw another breath
London calling - and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river

Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won't you give me a smile?
London Calling

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