Friday, December 31, 2010

Greystone Chapel

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free

There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom,
A house of worship in this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom
But he saved the souls of many lost men
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom
But the door to the House of God is never locked

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free

There are men here that don't ever worship
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray
But I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
It has a touch of God's hand on ever stone
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness and it's givin' me the strength to carry on

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free

Thursday, December 30, 2010

The Gowanus Canal Has Gonorrhea!

I love this show, LOVE it. Have I mentioned that I love it? This has to be my favorite episode yet, "The Gowanus Canal Has Gonorrhea!"

Ray (after George tells him he has prostate cancer): George, I don't like talking on the phone that much, but um you can call me anytime. I won't pick up, but you can leave me a message.

George (After being told he needs his prostate removed): I've never had anything removed before. I mean like my appendix, tonsils, wisdom teeth. I hold onto everything. I'm like a hoarder I guess, I'm like completely intact.

I can't believe they gave George cancer :( Kind of heavy stuff for a show as light and funny as this one, but I'm sure they'll find a way to play it out in a hilariously fluid way.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Every December 12/12/1915

Every December I get in the mood for non-stop Frank Sinatra music. It's the right way to celebrate his birthday. Starting on the 12th, until the craze of holidays subsides. I still remember being 11, sitting on the floor of my living room and finding out about his death on the news. I felt sad because I knew who he was and had heard his music already; but as I grew up and actually grasped the magnitute of this man's life, May became a saddest month. If I could bring someone back from the dead...It'd be you ol' blue eyes

...It'd be you.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Bon Appétit

Lately all I've been wanting to do is eat. I could go for a chimichanga with some mexican rice, beans and guacamole right now, preceded by tortilla chips of course and some horchata. Oh, God bless Mexico.
I guess it can't be that bad. If the mighty Oprah seeks comfort in food, so can I. Some people drink, some people smoke...I eat. It's the lesser of two evils really. Plus, everyone has a vice. If the liver damage or lung cancer don't get me, the cholesterol and heart disease will. We all gotta go one day, might as well have some good times in the meanwhile. As my father always says when I remind him of his cholesterol: "I'm gonna die anyway, So, do you want me to die sad and miserable, or do you want me to die happy? Now, pass the pork!"

Touché dad, touché.

Friday, December 17, 2010

"Buck up - never say die! We'll get along."

"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles"

-Charlie Chaplin