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Aug 10, 2009

beatgenx:

John Hughes 1950 - 2009 screenwriter, director
Dear Mr. Vernon:
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But, we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simpliest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But, what we found out is that each one of us is:
a brain…
And an athlete…
And a basket case…
A princess…
And a criminal.
Does that answer you question?
Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club
thank you, John Hughes, for making films that changed our minds and opened our eyes.

John Hughes 1950 - 2009 screenwriter, director

Dear Mr. Vernon:

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But, we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simpliest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But, what we found out is that each one of us is:

a brain…

And an athlete…

And a basket case…

A princess…

And a criminal.

Does that answer you question?

Sincerely yours,

The Breakfast Club

thank you, John Hughes, for making films that changed our minds and opened our eyes.

Jun 9, 2009

happy birthday to me! AND this lovely man….

“I can’t let this go. I can’t let you go. Now, you… you listen to me now. You’re a good person. You’re a good and beautiful person and I won’t let you walk out on me. And I won’t let you say those things - those things about how stupid you are and this and that. I won’t stand for that. You want to be with me… then you be with me. You see?”-Magnolida

May 24, 2009

Happy Birthday, Mr. Dylan

“I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.”-Bob Dylan

Masters Of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead

May 23, 2009

happy birthday to Memphian and a Big Love gal….

May 20, 2009

President Jimmy Carter, Plains, Georgia, 2002

photograph by Brigitte Lacombe

“It is difficult for the common good to prevail against the intense concentration of those who have a special interest, especially if the decisions are made behind locked doors.”