In 1997, Jeff Buckley, the son of Folk Singer Tim Buckley was in Memphis working on an album.

While partying, he walked into the Mississippi river, fully clothed, singing “whole lotta love”. His body was found three days later.

The moral of the story?

If you can sing you don’t need an Ipod or a CD collection…..but you do need swimming lessons.

Big boys wear large pants.

Large boys wear big pants.

When a boy is big and large, then that’s still another thing!

Little points of usage like this make life tough for non-native English speakers.

Sometimes the two are interchangeable, but not always.

What happens when you hit the big time? You live large!

Of course, if you live a little too large, you might just end up proving that you’re small potatoes, after all.

A few verses earlier in the chapter, you have the exact same words said about John the Baptist.

It’s not a scriptural coincidence; Islam is an offshoot of Judaism, the same as Christianity is. And if you think it’s odd that they have Jesus talking while still a babe in arms, some versions of the Bible have Jesus killing a playmate (the son of Annas, the scribe) when he was five.

People talk of the Bible as if there was agreement as to what books are included, but there are many different canons. The Syrian Bible has only 5 books, while the Ethiopian Orthodox Bible has 81.

I can roll with “localisms”, usually…but using “big” instead of “large” and “small” instead of “little” is irksome.

Could you explain this? Other than using “large” as slang for a kilobuck, and big as part of “big band”, it appears to me that they are semantically identical, and at dictionary.com, the first definition of each is the other.

I-95 is visible from way-out in space as a river of light.
In Philadelphia, all that traffic , both ways, is being routed through a neighborhood . Cracked overpass support. It’s making people crazy.

And man, was it ever great to get the Specialized cross-bike out and zip around town yesterday…just four miles, but it’s a start.

And “they’re” already illegally digging stuff up on Obama, readying for the summer hate-festival.
Will heads roll for this “passportgate”? Probably not.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/03/20/AR2008032003422.html?nav=hcmodule

Maybe this is some sort of liberal guilt for not blowing up the assholes before shock and awe, but this young woman wrote brilliant dispatches throughout and now seems to have disappeared. I hope she’s all right and her extended family too. I know she won’t, but I wish she’d see this ad it’s Easter and I hope she’s well.

Fish and freshwater, if it’s not trout, it’s inedible. I suppose people find ways to eat pike and musky, but I suppose people get seriously hungry and will eat anything.

Big enough bluegill filleted is decent garlic butter with scramled and Texas Pete. Yeah.

‘m an entirely incompetent novice about the Koran, but I came across this: In Surah 19, Maryam, verse 33, Jesus said shortly after his birth:

“So Peace is on me the day I was born, the day that I die, and the day that I shall be raised up to life (again)” . The scriptural convergence, whether you think it real or mythical is pretty impressive and it sure makes fundamentalist war mongers, Washington assholes, and W, with no intention of risking their own lives and limbs, look like motel cowboys.

Just my opinion, but whited sepulchers are whited sepulchres, however you spell it.

Car repairs… we used to have a Volvo 940, the number signifying how much money you were supposed to bring any time a mechanic opened the hood.

The way Obama is like Jack is an anomaly. Back in 1960, you’d do better to have had a black guy for president as a papist, except Catholics were supposed to have secret arsenals buried beneath churches in Memphis and Birmingham.

Based on the inevitable and instant apotheosization of Barrack’s speech It was not JFK’s inaugural. It wasn’t by a mile “I have a dream.” It was literate, and given the spectuclar dyslalia of public discourse, it was admirable. Maybe I went to see the Davies Bros. and the Boss too many times, but I didn’t hear the change part. Maybe if every single person in the USA had been afforded seriously good health care in 1993 before the Contract On America put it out, think that have caused Americans to fell like race didn’t matter and we worked and spent for the common good?

Maybe Hillary didn’t have it perfectly tuned back then. If she didn’t, she knew what the single most important social and economic issue was. Still is. Anybody want to dispute that if even some of her reforms had been implemented and massaged for 15 years we might not have 50mil innocents that can’t defend, protect, or find treatment for themselves, and their independent parents

So anyway. I said I wouldn’t clog the bandwidth. And the only political thing important now, McCain’s more nuts than anybody thinks. But some things I think are fascinating: DNC was the villain that did in Dr. Dean. Dr. Dean didn’t invent reinsurance in the Carribean to protect Enron? Right. Kerry didn’t stand up for himself against the ShortBoaters, and should have supported Edwards. Too much cutthroat. Best president? That’s Kerry, without a question of a doubt. (Think about that when you compare Obama with JFK.) The coverage off this competition is so unfair, it drives me nuts. I figure, Anybody thinking more clearly than Joe McCarthy understands that discussions in exceptionall badly-writen novels are sort of beside the point. Didn’t somebody already usurp the government after lying to a monster they couldn’t be remotely considered just flat out lying his ass off for corporate greed that never had anything to do with anything good or well-intentioned whatsoever? A day of poisonous water was another few$mil. For Perle, moreMuslims blown up. Does Perle, does Shrub (I’ Kidding He Doesn’t Know When That Rat Dog Pisses On Him).

These idiots are big on talking about al Quaeda. They make this shit up. Al Qaeda in Iraq? Anybody ever hear about such an obviously hokes I figure on this site you people actually know that the idea of Al-Qaeda in Iraq is totally made up horsecrap. Mark Fuhrman could say he was Al Quaeda and none of te idiots would have aclue But who are the imperialists? Who reigned down shock and awe and for what entirely invented reason. War criminals, if I’m not mistaken. These people are the scumb of of the earth. My idea about moral guidance? Well sort of obvious. If it’s funny,l it’s road
warrior, if it isn’t, it’s Tank Girl

But seriously. How does this work? Al-Qaeda in Iraq is some totally made dumbshit Is anybody not aware of this?

I had a ‘72 VW Camper and fixed all sorts of things I had no reason but some mild mechanical inclination to understand. I had to fix it once, in Pittsfield, MA. Took the canoe down and hiked to the Autozone, canoed with spectacular expertise, you know a j-stroke you go anywhere (hell fuck, I was a genius
eagle scout and how the hell do you ever get ove that? societal debris. Fixed and we saw Ian Humter, the flawless straight guy everybody thought was gay, Mick Ronson, or that may have been Raymond
douglas Davies and his beloved brother Dave.

It’s a car that’s all at once familiar. Not like the favorite-pair-of-old-jeans feeling you get even in a strange Honda or Toyota. Rather, it’s the vaguely reminiscent feeling of being had like I felt in the ’70s and ’80s when I owned a Camaro, a Monte Carlo, a Cutlass and a Regal and they started self-destructing while under warranty.

This little car’s quite the hothouse flower. But a great gas saver on the days it’s not in the shop. And yes it’s a convertible but I have yet to go al fresco in it thanks to shitty weather. Any day now, although they’re telling us it won’t be this weekend. Winter storm warning in effect.

Dad died without ever “getting” me, but in his last decade, I knew he definitely was trying to - and that, in and of itself, is a pearl of great price.

About 20 years on some talk show, Burt Reynolds said that in the South, you know you’re a man when your dad tells you you’re a man - and his dad died without ever telling him that. His voice almost broke as he said that.

If someone were to write the ultimate book on father/son relationships, something on the order of Nancy Friday’s “My mother, myself” or Gail Sheehy’s “Passages”, they wouldn’t see much money in the next 90 days, but they might never worry about repair bills, once the royalties start streaming in.

And no, Nance, you don’t have to give me a percentage of the royalties, but when you sell the book to the movies for a gazillion dollars, would you please ask them to consider casting Harrison Ford or Sean Connery in my role?