Song of the Day — From The Grinch Who Stole Christmas

September 29, 2010
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You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch


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Song of the Day — Cat Stevens

September 26, 2010
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This is for Rosanne.

“I’m glad I’m alive, am I.

I’m glad I’m alive, am I.

I’m glad I’m alive.

I’m glad I’m alive.

I’m glad I’m alive, am I.”

I Want To Live In A Wigwam

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The Metamorphosis

September 18, 2010

My body woke me from uneasy dreams this morning at 4:30. It pounced, like a cat wanting to be fed, with an little yowl and a flick of the tail to my face.

It took a while for me to realize that it had become detached during the night. Damn it. Again?

Like all tomcats, he’s unpredictable. Sometimes disappears with no warning. Insistent when he wants attention.

I got up.

These disconnects disconcert. I spent a lot of years cohabiting with this creature, often amicably, like housemates. I fed him, watched him hunt and chase his tail, studied his patterns. He used to sleep a lot. So did I. I rarely realized that he is me.

We grew distant. I fed him crappy food, kept him in the house. I slept more. He grew cranky and fat. He stared at invisible mice, tail idly thwapping the floor. Eventually he stopped even this and spent his day sleeping on my bedroom pillow. He became possessive of the pillow, only leaving it when he heard the sound of the can opener.

Lately we’ve reconciled. I suppose “conciled” would be more accurate. It’s not as if I’ve ever felt like he was part of me. We run together, we share meals, we even share the pillow. It’s an unusual man-cat relationship, I know. We’re a man-cat hybrid.

I chase my tail. He blogs about music and composes naughty song lyrics. I lie in the sun. He quotes Ralph Waldo Emerson to me in a surprisingly deep voice. I love his taste in 19th century literature, and he’s impressed with my mice-tracking skills.

We’ve become a team.

That’s why finding him outside of me this morning was troubling. I got up and went to the kitchen to open a can of food for him, out of old habit. He wasn’t hungry. He kept yowling, more and more insistently, and rubbing against my legs in figures of eight. He seemed to be warning me of danger, as if he sensed an earthquake coming.

Finally, I got it. The rupture had already happened. He needed me to focus on him now and reconnect, not to sedate him with food. I realized I needed the same.

We busted out before dawn. We tramped down the mountain road until we hit the redwood grove, then slipped in. We walked along the trail, patches of starry sky scattered overhead among the gaps between the tree branches. I darted here and there, alert for the rustle of tiny creatures. He ambled along, marveling at the wonder of it all. We breathed. We squished the soft mat of redwood needles under our feet, and felt the gentle percussive snick-tock of snapping twigs.

After a while, a gentle light crept into the woods. The stars faded. We emerged from the woods, and walked back up the mountain road. Soft gray clouds floated above us like lazy mice, out of reach.

Song of the Day — Charles Trenet

September 11, 2010
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Merci, nouveau ami — Il est magnifique!

J’ai ta main

La Mer

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Public Health Educational Song #2

September 5, 2010

The alphabet song is not very interactive.  Here’s a youth-oriented public outreach effort that invites audience participation.  But please — not too much audience participation!

The Clap Song

If you’ve got a little problem, clap your hands

Clap!  Clap!

‘Cause you didn’t wear a condom, clap your hands

Clap!  Clap!

If you’ve got a little problem, ’cause you didn’t wear a condom

If you’ve got a little problem, clap your hands

Clap!  Clap!

If your Tom Thumb is a-burnin’, clap your hands

Clap!  Clap!

If a discharge he’s a-nursin’, clap your hands

Clap!  Clap!

If your Tom Thumb is a-burnin’, and a discharge he’s a-nursin’

If your Tom Thumb is a-burnin’, clap your hands

Clap!  Clap!

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Public Health Educational Song

September 5, 2010
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So many young people with STDs these days.  We’re thinking of adapting children’s songs as public service announcements.  Like this:

The Alphabet Song


Effin’ G-



enis hurts



Oh, why me?

Now I know my STDs

Next time — condoms!  I’ll wear three

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