I dream of the day
When I can say all that I want to say
When I can confess all that I desire
Finally say what I require
I dream of the day
When I wake up to sunshine instead of grey
A day filled with smiling to the greatest degree
I'll get there eventually, only then will I be free
I dream of the day
When there are no dues left to pay
I've put in my time, when will I see my reward
I long to have my faith restored
I dream of the day
Maybe tomorrow? But I thought that about today
I don't know who you are, but I'll know when its you
I'll keep my eyes open, I figure I'm due
Sunday, July 20, 2008
way far away
a light breeze comes in off the water
just enough to keep the heat from being hot
just enough to send tingles up the spine
way far away
a hammock, the perfect place to be
gently swaying back and forth
rocking my own cradle
way far away
sounds of the ocean lull me toward sleep
birds with sounds unfamiliar welcome me
no noise threatening to the ear
way far away
waves cry out as they crash against the beach
water line sneaking ever closer
the tide makes itself at home
way far away
smells like a storm
clouds darken ahead
rain will soon consume this all
way far away
birds glide effortlessly overhead
crabs tiptoe restlessly across the sand below
these are the real locals
way far away
this is where my heart longs to be
my memory always comes back to this place
if only this were home, it all seems so
way far away
just enough to keep the heat from being hot
just enough to send tingles up the spine
way far away
a hammock, the perfect place to be
gently swaying back and forth
rocking my own cradle
way far away
sounds of the ocean lull me toward sleep
birds with sounds unfamiliar welcome me
no noise threatening to the ear
way far away
waves cry out as they crash against the beach
water line sneaking ever closer
the tide makes itself at home
way far away
smells like a storm
clouds darken ahead
rain will soon consume this all
way far away
birds glide effortlessly overhead
crabs tiptoe restlessly across the sand below
these are the real locals
way far away
this is where my heart longs to be
my memory always comes back to this place
if only this were home, it all seems so
way far away
lyrics with meaning
nothing is more moving than music
you can connect with song like no person
music doesn't judge
it is there to comfort you when the sun sets on your dreams
to inspire you when nothing else can get through
to pick you up when your down and out
it cheers you up when nothing else has worked
it protects you from what lurks ahead
its there when nothing else is
you can spend unlimited time with a song and it never tires of you
it will be a great friend if you let it
its feelings won't get hurt when it is time to move on
no matter what your mood, music can find away to make you comfortable
it will put you to sleep at night and still be there in the morning
you never have to worry, music will never leave you
it isn't the jealous type, it will share you
there is nothing more gratifying than sharing it
it doesn't care if it has an audience of one or of many
music is versatile
it can be appropriate in any setting
the right song makes any good memory that much more permanent
music has much to teach you if you listen
it has the power to enrich and uplift if you let it
music will fill your soul when you feel empty
even when you won't accept the help it is still willing to try
it won't help you move but it will do its best to make the work go that much quicker
if you need to be alone it still makes good company
when you're at your worst, it works the best
it won't forgive your transgressions but it will help you get past them
no one else may understand you but music wants you to understand it
music will always have a welcome mat on its front step
it leaves out no one, the more the merrier
whether you're alone or you brought friends, music is the life of the party
it moves you in a way nothing else ever could
if you close your eyes and take it all in, it will take it all away
with music, your weight is lifted but you are far from empty
its never too late to let it into your life
music has something for everyone
it will not discriminate, neither should you
whether you listen to someone else's or make your own
it can be in your mind or in your heart
music never takes a day off, music is there
you can connect with song like no person
music doesn't judge
it is there to comfort you when the sun sets on your dreams
to inspire you when nothing else can get through
to pick you up when your down and out
it cheers you up when nothing else has worked
it protects you from what lurks ahead
its there when nothing else is
you can spend unlimited time with a song and it never tires of you
it will be a great friend if you let it
its feelings won't get hurt when it is time to move on
no matter what your mood, music can find away to make you comfortable
it will put you to sleep at night and still be there in the morning
you never have to worry, music will never leave you
it isn't the jealous type, it will share you
there is nothing more gratifying than sharing it
it doesn't care if it has an audience of one or of many
music is versatile
it can be appropriate in any setting
the right song makes any good memory that much more permanent
music has much to teach you if you listen
it has the power to enrich and uplift if you let it
music will fill your soul when you feel empty
even when you won't accept the help it is still willing to try
it won't help you move but it will do its best to make the work go that much quicker
if you need to be alone it still makes good company
when you're at your worst, it works the best
it won't forgive your transgressions but it will help you get past them
no one else may understand you but music wants you to understand it
music will always have a welcome mat on its front step
it leaves out no one, the more the merrier
whether you're alone or you brought friends, music is the life of the party
it moves you in a way nothing else ever could
if you close your eyes and take it all in, it will take it all away
with music, your weight is lifted but you are far from empty
its never too late to let it into your life
music has something for everyone
it will not discriminate, neither should you
whether you listen to someone else's or make your own
it can be in your mind or in your heart
music never takes a day off, music is there
Friday, July 18, 2008
irony, what a bitch
I was at the beach with some friends for my birthday but we purposely returned home semi early so I had time to prepare for my business trip the next morning. So I fell asleep around 11:15 that night and woke up a little after 3:00 (yep, a.m., which is my average bed time during the school year)...
So I arrive at the airport around 5 for my flight. As I walk in the doors of the terminal a guy in a 400 foot line says, "Hope you aren't going to Atlanta." When I ask why he responds, "Cuz the flight isn't till 9:15 now." DOHHH. So much for that 10am meeting in Atlanta. I consult with my co worker who is also there and we say oh well at least we can make it to Atlanta in time for our connection to Charleston at 1:30...
That 9:15 departure ends up being 12:15 so we now have an hour and a half flight to Atlanta, which if your math is bad means I'm not making that 1:30 flight I need to make. So we land in Atlanta around 1:50 and its now seeming like a lost cause of getting to Charleston. We check a monitor and see theres another flight at about 2 so we might have a chance (and then nothing else till after 5)...except its departing from the far terminal (Atlanta has the most traffic of any airport in the US and is quite huge) so we now have to make it a half mile weaving through like 27, 658 people in like 5 minutes in order to have some small shot at getting on this flight...
We arrive right as the ticket agent shuts the door and she tell us tough luck the next flight isn't until 5:30. DOHH again. We plead for her to let us on because our delay was her company's fault and she gives my coworker attitude so he says give me your name and the number for your company's customer service rep, which she does, and he grabs his phone, pretending to call them. The agent panics cuz she will get a bad comment against her so she calls us over and says, "Lucky for yall I'm in a Sanda Closss type mood today, murray Chrispmas." Just then the flight attendant comes out and says she has two seats left and can they find two more passengers... OOH OOH PICK US (it felt like middle school dodgeball all over again, no one wants to be the kid who isn't picked to play)...She picked us (take that suckers!) so now all that is left is to change our existing tickets to match this flight. She changes my associate's Delta ticket at 1:30 to Delta at 2 and he's good to go like a crunch wrap supreme. Now its my turn, she begins to change my AirTran 1:30 ticket to Delta at 2....WAIT AirTran?!?!...FUCK me, the secretary in the office had put me on the wrong airline from my peers so there's no way they can swap me over to Delta with the plane leaving in like 37.8 seconds. So my coworker chimes in, "I bet your manager could help us..." to the agent and with that, I got put on a Delta flight I had no business being on and because it was my birthday and one of the seats was first class, thats where they put me...
We get off the plane and tell this story to my boss and another co worker and they crack up over it. Now they decide they want to tour an aircraft carrier thats in the Charleston harbor. Its now about 5:15 and the tour ends at 5:30 and we are 10 miles away according to Garmin. We get there and arrive at like 5:32 and the man who runs the tour tells us tough luck we missed out. So Bill, the co worker who got me on the flight, says, "Thats a shame, I flew A-2's off that deck during 'Nam." The eyes of the tour guide light up and he says he will give us the grand tour because he was serving on this very ship during his tour in 'Nam (Bill is now responsible for getting me on a plane today, a car {he ordered the rental car} and now a ship). They trade stories, I get to take a picture next to a .40 cal machine gun that has a barrel wider than I am and we see the whole ship, with no other visitors to get in the way. From here we went on to see Fort Moultrie which is across the harbor from Fort Sumter (if that doesn't ring a bell, you slept through elementary school history class). We ate dinner at Gilligans (the best restaurant in S.C., so if you are on vacation, go there) where I got a broiled Mahi Mahi sandwich and crab dip...It was damn good...
The next morning we go on to our meeting at the Airport with the Air Force and Delta airlines (I shoulda told their rep. how bad my Delta experience was yesterday, I'm sure he knows his company sucks if he has to fly on it too, I decide to spare him my frustration because I had a good evening). My boss lets me dip out of the meeting to go with the woman who runs the airport so she can arrange a tour of the control tower for me...which is pretty damn cool and really makes me wanna be a controller at a small airport (there is so little traffic, I'd be ok making 100g's in a stress free environment...they were each playing their own game of solitaire and racing to see who finished first). From here we head into the airport to make our flight to Dallas at 4. Maybe this will be a good trip after all...
At 4:30 they tell us sorry for the delay but they are inspecting a dent on the wing (which my boss explains to me is from a bird strike, sweeeet). At 5 we are finally boarding and this delay doesn't even bother me compared to the last one...
Turns out that small delay gave a bad storm time to move into Dallas which meant our plane circled for an hour before we got low on fuel and had to land...in Tyler Texas (I shit you not, its a real place...miniature rose capital of Texas, home of Earl Campbell, look it up) where we sat for an hour on a 50 seat cramped airplane, right in front of the bathroom which was beginning to reek of piss. Then they crammed us and 500 others into a terminal meant for about 100 people max...they did bring in about 40 pizzas from the local ci ci's so props to them for feeding us (dog food pizza is still better than no food in my book)...
The weather passes and we arrive in Dallas at 10:30, now I not only missed the Home Run Derby last night but most of All-Star game (it went 15 innings so I got to see plenty of it but still)...I get into my hotel room (5 star luxury resort by the way, at least the government does that right) and wonder why my nose feels runny...oh thats not snot, its blood...score, must be from the dry air of the airplane I was trapped on. At least I can go to the bar and by a drink now that I'm 20...oh wait...no thats right I can't, what a blower...
We go to our meeting with NASA on Wednesday morning and half way through my boss announces he's flying home early for a family crisis, can't blame him for that one. But now I'm stuck with the rest of the guys from work (the nerdy bunch, freakin' engineers) and I'll have to fend for myself to get home ok...I get back to BWI just fine that night, at 10:30 or so. At least I can sleep in tomorrow after a long day of travel...DOHH once again...I set my clock for 5am, I still have work tomorrow...
I survived work, went to see Dark Knight that night at midnight, it was the AWESOMEST! I get every other Friday off because of the overtime I work, so thank goodness for that. I woke up at like 2:45 today and started writin' this very blog, enjoy, cuz after all, Irony is funny and nothing is more ironic than the FAA workers trying to make air travel better and more efficient getting stuck with about 11 hours of delays in 3 days time (i didnt realize this was ironic until everyone who i sat next to on my 5 flights told me it was)...What a birthday...Irony, what a bitch
So I arrive at the airport around 5 for my flight. As I walk in the doors of the terminal a guy in a 400 foot line says, "Hope you aren't going to Atlanta." When I ask why he responds, "Cuz the flight isn't till 9:15 now." DOHHH. So much for that 10am meeting in Atlanta. I consult with my co worker who is also there and we say oh well at least we can make it to Atlanta in time for our connection to Charleston at 1:30...
That 9:15 departure ends up being 12:15 so we now have an hour and a half flight to Atlanta, which if your math is bad means I'm not making that 1:30 flight I need to make. So we land in Atlanta around 1:50 and its now seeming like a lost cause of getting to Charleston. We check a monitor and see theres another flight at about 2 so we might have a chance (and then nothing else till after 5)...except its departing from the far terminal (Atlanta has the most traffic of any airport in the US and is quite huge) so we now have to make it a half mile weaving through like 27, 658 people in like 5 minutes in order to have some small shot at getting on this flight...
We arrive right as the ticket agent shuts the door and she tell us tough luck the next flight isn't until 5:30. DOHH again. We plead for her to let us on because our delay was her company's fault and she gives my coworker attitude so he says give me your name and the number for your company's customer service rep, which she does, and he grabs his phone, pretending to call them. The agent panics cuz she will get a bad comment against her so she calls us over and says, "Lucky for yall I'm in a Sanda Closss type mood today, murray Chrispmas." Just then the flight attendant comes out and says she has two seats left and can they find two more passengers... OOH OOH PICK US (it felt like middle school dodgeball all over again, no one wants to be the kid who isn't picked to play)...She picked us (take that suckers!) so now all that is left is to change our existing tickets to match this flight. She changes my associate's Delta ticket at 1:30 to Delta at 2 and he's good to go like a crunch wrap supreme. Now its my turn, she begins to change my AirTran 1:30 ticket to Delta at 2....WAIT AirTran?!?!...FUCK me, the secretary in the office had put me on the wrong airline from my peers so there's no way they can swap me over to Delta with the plane leaving in like 37.8 seconds. So my coworker chimes in, "I bet your manager could help us..." to the agent and with that, I got put on a Delta flight I had no business being on and because it was my birthday and one of the seats was first class, thats where they put me...
We get off the plane and tell this story to my boss and another co worker and they crack up over it. Now they decide they want to tour an aircraft carrier thats in the Charleston harbor. Its now about 5:15 and the tour ends at 5:30 and we are 10 miles away according to Garmin. We get there and arrive at like 5:32 and the man who runs the tour tells us tough luck we missed out. So Bill, the co worker who got me on the flight, says, "Thats a shame, I flew A-2's off that deck during 'Nam." The eyes of the tour guide light up and he says he will give us the grand tour because he was serving on this very ship during his tour in 'Nam (Bill is now responsible for getting me on a plane today, a car {he ordered the rental car} and now a ship). They trade stories, I get to take a picture next to a .40 cal machine gun that has a barrel wider than I am and we see the whole ship, with no other visitors to get in the way. From here we went on to see Fort Moultrie which is across the harbor from Fort Sumter (if that doesn't ring a bell, you slept through elementary school history class). We ate dinner at Gilligans (the best restaurant in S.C., so if you are on vacation, go there) where I got a broiled Mahi Mahi sandwich and crab dip...It was damn good...
The next morning we go on to our meeting at the Airport with the Air Force and Delta airlines (I shoulda told their rep. how bad my Delta experience was yesterday, I'm sure he knows his company sucks if he has to fly on it too, I decide to spare him my frustration because I had a good evening). My boss lets me dip out of the meeting to go with the woman who runs the airport so she can arrange a tour of the control tower for me...which is pretty damn cool and really makes me wanna be a controller at a small airport (there is so little traffic, I'd be ok making 100g's in a stress free environment...they were each playing their own game of solitaire and racing to see who finished first). From here we head into the airport to make our flight to Dallas at 4. Maybe this will be a good trip after all...
At 4:30 they tell us sorry for the delay but they are inspecting a dent on the wing (which my boss explains to me is from a bird strike, sweeeet). At 5 we are finally boarding and this delay doesn't even bother me compared to the last one...
Turns out that small delay gave a bad storm time to move into Dallas which meant our plane circled for an hour before we got low on fuel and had to land...in Tyler Texas (I shit you not, its a real place...miniature rose capital of Texas, home of Earl Campbell, look it up) where we sat for an hour on a 50 seat cramped airplane, right in front of the bathroom which was beginning to reek of piss. Then they crammed us and 500 others into a terminal meant for about 100 people max...they did bring in about 40 pizzas from the local ci ci's so props to them for feeding us (dog food pizza is still better than no food in my book)...
The weather passes and we arrive in Dallas at 10:30, now I not only missed the Home Run Derby last night but most of All-Star game (it went 15 innings so I got to see plenty of it but still)...I get into my hotel room (5 star luxury resort by the way, at least the government does that right) and wonder why my nose feels runny...oh thats not snot, its blood...score, must be from the dry air of the airplane I was trapped on. At least I can go to the bar and by a drink now that I'm 20...oh wait...no thats right I can't, what a blower...
We go to our meeting with NASA on Wednesday morning and half way through my boss announces he's flying home early for a family crisis, can't blame him for that one. But now I'm stuck with the rest of the guys from work (the nerdy bunch, freakin' engineers) and I'll have to fend for myself to get home ok...I get back to BWI just fine that night, at 10:30 or so. At least I can sleep in tomorrow after a long day of travel...DOHH once again...I set my clock for 5am, I still have work tomorrow...
I survived work, went to see Dark Knight that night at midnight, it was the AWESOMEST! I get every other Friday off because of the overtime I work, so thank goodness for that. I woke up at like 2:45 today and started writin' this very blog, enjoy, cuz after all, Irony is funny and nothing is more ironic than the FAA workers trying to make air travel better and more efficient getting stuck with about 11 hours of delays in 3 days time (i didnt realize this was ironic until everyone who i sat next to on my 5 flights told me it was)...What a birthday...Irony, what a bitch
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