Eurythmics - This City Never Sleeps

You can hear the sound of the underground trains
You know it feels like distant thunder
You can hear the sound of the underground trains
You know it feels like distant thunder

You know there's so many people living in this house
And I don't even know their names
You know there's so many people living in this house
And I don't even know their names

I guess it's just a feeling
I guess it's just a feeling
(In the city)
I guess it's just a feeling
I guess it's just a feeling
(In the city)

You can hear the sound of the underground trains
You know it feels like distant thunder
You can hear the sound of the underground trains
You know it feels like distant thunder

Walls so thin, I can almost hear them breathing
And if I listen in I hear my own heart beating
Walls so thin, I can almost hear them breathing
And if I listen in I hear my own heart beating

In the city

I guess it's just a feeling
I guess it's just a feeling
(In the city)
I guess it's just a feeling
I guess it's just a feeling
(In the city)
...

I think about you when I hear this song.  I wonder... am I still in your thoughts, when you are lonely and need to be touched?

In my mind, she is a Queen...

... and the night is ours.  Lovers, embracing under a silver moon.

The taste of her lips, sweat gleaming on moonlit skin.  The scent of her long, dark hair.  The warmth of her body as I draw her to me.

In my mind, she is Queen and slave.  Eternity is ours.

Without her, the darkness is cold and lonely...

Thoughts Shared On A Dark And Lonely Night

I spent a couple of hours yesterday morning talking with my stepdad.  Okay, I suppose he isn't technically my stepdad... he's a friend who just happens to be married to my mom.  It's just easier to refer to him that way, so that's what I'm gonna call him.

He's been through a lot over the last few years.  A messy divorce, as well as numerous health problems, have left him with a different perspective on a lot of things.  As we were talking, he made the comment that he knew he wasn't a healthy young man, and he couldn't be sure how many days he might have left, so he and my Mom made every day seem special.  If they go to the store, if they go out to eat, if they go to the beach to watch a sunset, it's like a little vacation for the two of them.  I've gone with them several times, but it's their time together that makes it special.  No matter how much time they may have left, they'll know that they did everything they could to make each day count.

I miss that.  I've developed some friendships since my own divorce, and one of them even became something more intimate, but nothing has ever stood the test of time.  People change, life goes on, and I look back on so many empty days that have slipped away.  So much time wasted.

How's That Drilly Spilly Stuff Workin' For Ya, Sarah? You Betcha!

'Drill, Baby, Drill' Champions Silent On Gulf Oil Spill

Once again, these conservative mouth-breathers have made complete fools of themselves. I live on Florida's Gulf Coast, and I've spent an extended period of time along the Louisiana coast. To say that this is going to be devastating to the entire region is an understatement.

Word is many of our drilling rigs lack the automatic shutoff systems that other countries require. Could that, perhaps, be the result of the country being run by oilmen for eight years?

A Story In Sand

Kseniya Simonova, Sand Animation, Ukraine's Got Talent 2009 Winner. Elearning.

A beautiful and talented woman, performing before a live audience, tells a story using nothing but constantly-shifting sand and her own imagination.  She literally leaves several viewers in tears.

Sometimes, when you're sitting alone at your desk in the middle of the night, you find something that deserves to be shared.  This is my contribution.