I know a little bit about a lot of things ...

"I Don't Know Enough About You"
Miss Peggy Lee


I know a little bit
About a lot of things
But I don't know enough about you

Just when I think you're mine
You try a different line and
Baby, what can I do?

I read the latest news
No buttons on my shoes
Baby, I'm confused about you

You've got me in a spin and
What a spin I'm in
Cause I don't know enough about you

Jack-of-all-trades, master of none
And isn't it a shame
I'm so sure that you'd be good for me

If you'd only play my game
You know I went to school
andI'm nobody's fool

That is to say until I met you
You've got me in a spin and
What a spin I'm in

Cause I don't know enough about you
I know a bit about biology
A little more about psychology
I'm a little gem in geology
But I don't know enough about you

W-O-M-A-N!

My latent Peggy Lee obsession has been ignited by a most excellent Christmas gift.

Oh yes, uhm-hmm, the Elvis of mid-20th-century American chanteuses could give 'em the shiverin' fits in her time! One part Ann Margaret-meets-Marilyn, one part 1940's fresh faced Andrews Sister, all wrapped up in a lush, unforgettable, chiffonade of heated, sultry appeal with bop and sass to spare.

Ladies and gents, Miss Peggy Lee was the stuff of legends.

Torch, swing, pop? One of Sinatra's favorites, she could do them all with aplomb. Miss Peggy Lee: It's a beautiful thing, baby.

L.A.E.

Waxing Lyrical

Somebody Loved
Deb Talan and Steve Tannen (The Weepies)

Rain turns the sand into mud
Wind turns the trees into bone
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved.

Nights when the heat had gone out
We danced together alone
Cold turned our breath into clouds
We never said what we were dreaming of
But you turned me into somebody loved.

Someday when we're old and worn
Like two softened shoes
I will wonder on how I was born
The night I first ran away from you.

Now my feet turn the corner back home
Sun turns the evening to rose
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved.

Well said!

'Physical strength can never permanently withstand the impact of spiritual force.'

Franklin D. Roosevelt (1882 - 1945)

Twinkle, Twinkle

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
In the dark blue sky you keep,
While you thro' my window peep,
And you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

-- Composed by Jane Taylor, 1806

Peace as a business plan?

Heard on U.S. Farm Report:

"Peace on earth could very well be the best business plan ever devised."

Truly manly men ...

I am taught what I am
I live out what I am
I explore what I am
I cannot hide what I am
I am just fine as I am
I am as deep as creation
I am one with creation
I am a man.


Jed Diamond,
Inside Out: Becoming My Own Man

Let it snow!