I’ve already posted this week that I will miss the location of my old job — far away from HR central.

Have read The Best Magazine Articles Ever. More specifically, the article listing the best articles, not the best articles per say. Except one. I managed to get to the November 1964 Richard Hofstadter gem (tagged Conservatism; Conspiracies; Political psychology; Radicalism), from Harper’s. “The Paranoid Style in American Politics”.

I’ve also read the The Epitaph to Elegy Written in a Country Church-Yard , and should you wonder why, it is because someone sent it to me in an email. No idea who, the sender’s address was unfamiliar to me, though it didn’t end up in spam which adds a bit of legitimacy to it. Why would anyone send such a thing to me? The motive remains unclear. Maybe they know my love of poetry, but understand my attention span is limited, and so felt the whole poem would have been too much. Perhaps a death threat. Anyone’s guess.

I have seen the light and the thrill is gone. Maybe I’ve just listened toThe Thrill Is Gone, too many times this evening.

I love this King/Chapman version. King’s is the standard bearer because of his legendary mad guitar skills, but Paul Butterfield and Aretha Franklin do killer versions of this song.

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This link for those for those using Google Chrome — in which this audio player doesn’t seem to work.

What have you Read (Seen, Listened To, Will Miss), this week?

Wonderland or Not.

Jason has another opinion on truth.

you know what I think I think You want to really fuck somebody’s life up? Tell the truth about ‘em. They ain’t never gonna be the same

A comment off, True Blood Moment.

Wonderland or Not.

Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?

Oh, mother.
So many questions, so little time.

While choosing a celebratory song I had to give in to the fact that, though most of us know at least one guy who would do well to sing Mother (by The Police from their album Synchronicity), to his mother this weekend, it doesn’t work when sung from a female perspective. With Mama Told Me Not To Come being so last year, and It’s Alright Ma I’m Only Bleeding, though a masterpiece, being more about authors than mothers, I end up thanking Pink Floyd for the introductory lyrics (from their song Mother), and wrap it up with a song by the first major female vocal group of the rock and roll era (wikipedia).

“For the hand that rocks the cradle — Is the hand that rules the world”

Happy Mothers Day

Wonderland or Not.