My mind, however, was on the work that I wasn't accomplishing that needs to be done. I'm optimistic about today, however, after a faculty visit for a potential Jesuit-in-residence of for our department.
Interesting to talk about politics with Edem, too, as we unwind for the evening and he starts processing his history from Togo, the faith he had in the democracy of the United States, and the suddenly about face our country seems to be making through executive decisions. I simply process with him my middle-of-the-road politics and ask questions to get both of us thinking. The conversations usually end with both of us shaking our head. It actually reminds me of a Blues Traveler Song.
Have you ever seen an atom / Little bits of everything floating by / Take a good look at them / Collectively they compose all you see, including your eye. / Brilliant puzzle / A living Rubics Cube we think think we can figure out and solve. ? But we're just monkeys / Scratching our heads trying to open our ears / To a chord that just won't seem to resolve. / And we call it a wisdom / Yes intellect in our truest sense of the world / You see for us security means harmony / According to only what we have heard / And this alone and nothing less / Will ease our heart and our mind / In the hopes that in feeling free we'll reach paradise / On the hilltop we're still trying to find. / But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem / That paradise was once the world and it wasn't just a dream. / The earth was our heaven and we didn't know there were rules for us to break / And maybe now we'll find out too late what a clever hell we can make. / Whoops. / Whoops. / Taheeka had. Whoops. / Whoops. / In this corner / Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable / Life, and all that surrounds it / And in this corner / Weighing in at well, not really very much of everything; / A very sound and user friendly idea / On finally bringing the pesky mountain to Mohammed / Gentleman, at the sound of the harmonica you may come out fighting. / Take a look at the horizon / Quiet and still. / You know there used to be bison. / Gentlemen you may fire at will. / They say this land won't go to waste. / But you got to wonder how. / You know we're chopping down the air we breathe / as fodder for the cow. / That's right we can eat well / Yes and starve to death / And say there's nothing we can do. / Because we really don't want to do a goddamn thing. / Look, I'm shrugging and so are you. / We can imagine the straightest of lines / But our fingers can't control the pen. / And it's this frustration that yields relief / As we say we're just mortal men. / And that means we get to torture a chimpanzee / And infect him with disease / Because he screams just like a human child / while we study his desperate pleas. / But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem / That paradise was once the world and it wasn't just a dream. / The earth was our heaven and we didn't know there were rules for us to break / And maybe now we'll find out too late what a clever hell we can make. / Whoops. / Whoops. / Ah Whoops. / Whoops. / While we're not the subject you know my conscience hurts (whoops) / and it will not go away (whoops). / So please concoct me some pill I can take (whoops) / While I think of something clever to say (whoops). / So I can look in the mirror made of polished glass (whoops), / and find no need to cringe (whoops). / And forget that singing feeling I'm a dinosaur (whoops) / out on his drunken binge (whoops). / ... from possible to fossil / dust to dust / I'll see you all in the earthy crust. / Whoops-a-daisy / Whoops.Now there is a song from my college days. had to give it a lesson again this morning for old time's sake. And with that, it's Friday! Friday! Friday!
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