Author: Craig

“What You Are” — Audioslave

And when you wanted me
I came to you
And when you wanted someone else
I withdrew
And when you asked for light
I set myself on fire
And if I go far away I know
You’ll find another slave

[Chorus]
Cause now I’m free from what you want
Now I’m free from what you need
Now I’m free from what you are

And when you wanted blood
I cut my veins
And when you wanted love
I bled myself again
Now that I’ve had my fill of you
I’ll give you up forever
I know you’ll find another slave

[Chorus]

Then a vision came to me
When you came along
I gave you everything
But then you wanted more

[Chorus]

Strange how things change

Once apon a time I would be wearing all green, planning big Guinness drinking, listening to Clannad and The Cheiftains, screaming 26+4=1 (or whatever the phrase was).

While I still appreciate all this, today I wear not one thing green, have no plans, shout nothing.

And I don’t really miss it. I don’t feel guilty my interests have moved, I don’t even feel guilty that I don’t feel guilty.

I’ll likely go out for a beer tonight and it will likely be Guinness, I still emotionally support re-unification, Jigs and Reels still make me bounce.
I still would love to go back to Ireland – not for any “magical” or “mystical” things or anything, but just because the culture and people are outstanding (not to mention the verdant environment).

I’m happy to see, however, how much today still means to many of my friends, and strangers besides. Happy StPD.

Everyone in the office is extremely nice and we went to a fabulous Szechuan restaurant and had a “Who can stand the hottest food” contest. We all won because it was DELICIOUS.

Little hole in the wall place, too, called “Formosa Cafe”

In the hotel now, high speed internet connection.

Blah

So far DC stinks

Correction: sports bar people were nice, so we’ll correct that to mostly stinks.

I love you, NYC

The illustrious tiki crawl for your viewing enjoyment, if you like.

I’m really feeling the body modification urge lately.

A tattoo, or a piercing, or something.

I mean, the hair’s cut, now where else can I spruce things up, y’know?

Beware Modem users!

Here is my hair and myself making a silly face!

This one is special for

Here we are last night – ah, I mean in 1963 – at Trader Vic’s.

He can say it so much better than I.

The Lie of the U.S. Military

I’m sure I’ll get a ton of angry people posting, but do you think that there were Germans who said “You know, I really can’t support these POW camps for Jews, and I don’t like war, but I support the troops.”

I don’t want war, and I don’t support the troops. I have compassion for them, as I would have compassion for anyone in a really bad situation, but support? Not on my life. They shouldn’t be where they are. They shouldn’t be invading a sovereign country. They should not be following what I view to be illegal orders from their supposed superiors.

I’m not going to be calling them “baby killers,” or any other rude or stupid thing, nor will I hate them when (if) they come back. But I think what they and our Country is doing is immoral, wrong, illegal. I won’t pretend to be ‘ok’ with it by ‘supporting’ them whatever the fuck that means.

BRING OUR SOLDIERS HOME

But that’s why I never thought about joining a military, I suppose.