
White Tree
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Got a monkey on my back
his name is Ronald
A fast food monkey
and he just McTumbles me
Grumbles me
Every day he
humbles me
Going to his
happy shiny doors.
I'm a junk food whore.
Keeps me coming back for
"Special" sauce, wilted lettuce
"We're the Master, don't upset us!
We will continue to have it our way."
And, of course, I obey
There is no other way.
Must do as commercials say.
I obey.
Got a monkey on my back.
Got a monkey on my back.
Got a monkey on my back.
Got a monkey
ad nausea...
Our church youth group took a trip to Cincinnati, OH which is the southernmost point of a Rails to Trails bike/ped path that stretches from Cincy to Dayton.
Beautiful day, beautiful trail.
The Branch Hill Methodist Church, just off the Loveland Bike Trail (and across from a dee-licious ice creamery).
As a social revolutionizer, the bicycle has never had an equal. It has put the human race on wheels, and thus changed completely many of the most ordinary processes and methods of social life. It is the great leveler, for not till all Americans got on bicycles was the great American principle that every man is just as good as any other man fully realized. All are on equal terms, all are happier than ever before.
It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.
Ernest Hemingway
Whoever invented the bicycle deserves the thanks of humanity.
Lord Charles Beresford
The bicycle is just as good company as most husbands and, when it gets old and shabby, a woman can dispose of it and get a new one without shocking the entire community.
Ann Strong
Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living! I take exercise every afternoon that way. Oh, to just grip your handlebars and lay down to it, and go ripping and tearing through streets and road, over railroad tracks and bridges, threading crowds, avoiding collisions, at twenty miles or more an hour, and wondering all the time when you're going to smash up. Well now, that's something!
Jack London
Wheel, kindly light, along life's cycle path, Wheel Thou on me! The road is rough, I have discerned Thy Wrath, But wheel me on!
Christian Hymn
Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride.
JFK
I'm gonna show you a hill that would choke a mule.
President G.W. Bush on his MTB moments before losing his front-wheel traction and flying over his bars down a steep dropoff
We have unique traditions at my church - probably none more less-than-standard than our Easter Day Service.
See more photos at the
Jeff Street blog.
"...If you lessen your anger at the structures of power, you lower your love for the victims of power." William Sloan Coffin
I agree with this so very much. There are those Christian peacemakers who believe that nonviolence entails never getting angry. I think that’s a load of *&^%#@! and always have.
Stepping out of character, I’d like to pause for a moment of support for our president. Back in 2003, he was in denial about the possibility of someone in his Whitehouse leaking information about Valerie Plame. If it did happen, he’d be outraged, he indicated, and there would be consequences – implying that people would be fired and possibly indicted.
I fully support our president in following through on that pledge. Here, courtesy of CNN, is a timeline of events:
January 28, 2003
With a U.S. invasion of Iraq looming, President Bush tells the nation in his State of the Union speech that, "The British government has learned that Saddam Hussein recently sought significant quantities of uranium from Africa."
July 6
Nearly three months after the fall of Baghdad, former U.S. Ambassador Joseph Wilson writes in The New York Times that he investigated the Niger uranium report for the CIA in 2002 and found it "highly doubtful" such a transaction could have occurred.
July 8
Bush approved the release of the information about Joseph Wilson’s wife, Valerie Plame, 10 days before the White House said the information was declassified.
July 14
Syndicated columnist and CNN "Crossfire" co-host Robert Novak writes that Wilson's wife, Valerie Plame, is a CIA operative and suggested sending him to Niger. Novak cites "two senior administration officials" for the report.
July 18
McClellan told reporters "this information was just, as of today, officially declassified."
September 26
At the CIA's request, the Justice Department launches a criminal probe into the leak of Plame's identity. A 1982 law makes knowingly disclosing the identity of a covert agent a felony punishable by up to 10 years in prison.
September 30
Bush says he welcomes the investigation and is outraged that someone would leak information. Bush tells reporters, "I don't know of anybody in my administration who leaked classified information. If somebody did leak classified information, I'd like to know it, and we'll take appropriate action."
October 28, 2005
Fitzgerald announces that he has indicted Libby on five counts: One of obstruction of justice, and two each of perjury and making false statements. Libby immediately resigns.
April 6, 2006
Documents released this week by prosecutors in a CIA leak case contained an assertion by I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby, the vice president's former chief of staff, that Bush approved the release of information from a classified national intelligence estimate in 2003.
Mr. Bush, by all means, hold those guilty accountable. Fire them. Send them to jail. Live up to your word.
Everyone behind me in supporting the president in this matter of national security?
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some strange prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you along.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
-- author unknown
Help me out, you botanists, out there. What do we have here (beyond, "a blue flower")?
The Gargoyles atop Louisville's Walnut Street Baptist stand ready to welcome you to their meeting house.