Controversy of the Day

There seems some concern by my hyper-literate, Berkeley grad son and his beautiful lady-friend about the spelling of this blog...

Let me explain


1. Everyone who knows me knows I can't type well. An injury in an 8th grade wood shop class earned me both a shortened right index finger and a “C” in the course. Which allowed me to drop typing and to add chorus... definitely contributing towards making me gay as we learned to sing a few show tunes and musical hits.
   

2. Everyone who knows me knows that I can't spell well at all, now I don't spell well in 3 languages – MS Word and Open Office have helped me with this.
   

3. Everyone who knows me knows that my reading vision needs an upgrade (new glasses headed to me in 7-10 days), and also wonder why on earth a near sighted, lasiked dude uses a small min-computer to blog with (ans. I find the lugging around of ton laptops very unsightly.
   

So there are some reasons, but after a great deal of market based research that took over 14 minutes, I decided upon REVOKED as Baha'is had revoked my administrative privileges and I was hoping mad. Mostly because, I wanted to celebrate my amazing talent to put my foot in my mouth with my inability to spell well.

Besides revolked, revocked seemed dumb, and well TheBahaisreallypissme off.blogspot seemed silly, tho it pretty much summed up my feeligns at the time. Rovoked was born, and few really great people snet their love, energy and disapointments...

So I revoked, just to be safe, and went to the defintion revoked - Definition from the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary and found, that my spelling actually was quite fine, thank you very much.

revoked

One entry found.

Main Entry:

¹re·voke

Pronunciation:

\ri-ˈvōk\

Function:

verb

Inflected Form(s):

re·voked; re·vok·ing

Etymology:

Middle English, from Anglo-French revocer, revoquer, from Latin revocare, from re- + vocare to call, from voc-, vox voice — more at voice

Date: 14th century

transitive verb 1 : to annul by recalling or taking back : rescind <revoke a will> 2 : to bring or call back intransitive verb : to fail to follow suit when able in a card game in violation of the rules

• re·vok·er noun

Quote of the Day

"Preservation of one's own culture does not require contempt or disrespect for other cultures."

--Cesar Chavez

Me thinks thou dost...

Larry Stickney - Defender Of Marriage

Pam's House Blend contributor Lurleen has just posted an astounding evisceration of Larry Stickney, the campaign manager for Protect Marriage Washington, the group behind the effort to repeal that state's brand new "everything but marriage" domestic partners law. Among Lurleen's revelations is that the three-times married Stickney has had a restraining order issued against him by one of his ex-wives who alleged that he had beaten her. Stickney says that marriage equality "will demolish the historical understanding and definition of marriage as that of uniting a man and a woman for life." Life, or until she gets tired of you beating the crap out of her. Oh, and there is so much more.

U.S. State Department Condemns Anti-Gay Violence In Iraq

Courtesy of JMG:

U.S. State Department Condemns Anti-Gay Violence In Iraq

"THE HOUND DAWG SONG"

• "THE HOUND DAWG SONG"

  AS PERFORMED BY BOB DYLAN & THE BAND

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The link between the popular songs of the sixties [1860s], and the commercialized product of the nineties [1890s ] is best represented by the music of James Bland, born of free Negro parents in New York, musically well educated, a brilliant graduate of Howard University. He joined a Negro minstrel show company (of which there were not many) and wrote more than seven hundred songs for minstrel use, copyrighting only a few. Equaled perhaps only by Foster in his gift for melody, Bland turned out good songs by the score, many published under others' names.

"Carry Me Back to Old Virginny" (1878) alone was enough to place Bland with the popular immortals... "They Gotta Quit Kickin' My Dog Aroun'" was a comedy favorite for years. When Bland's troupe visited London in 1884, he stayed there to enjoy a highly successful career on the English stage. When he returned twenty years later the minstrel shows were nearly gone and he could not write what vaudeville wanted. Like Foster, he died broke and alone in 1911.

Russel Nye, The Unembarrassed Muse: The Popular Arts in America, New York, 1978, p. 314

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Bob Dylan's likely source: Version #1, Alan Lomax, The Folk Songs of North America, Garden City, 1960; Song #158, listed as "The Hound Dawg Song", p. 311; from Vance Randolph (State Historical Society of Missouri), Ozark Folksongs, Columbia, Missouri, 1946-1950 (4 volumes), Vol. III, p. 278.

ALAN LOMAX:
Some say "The Hound Dawg Song," a favourite Ozark mountain song, originated before the Civil War, when a country boy named Zeke Parish had a tussle with a townie, who had kicked his dog. Old Aaron Weatherman, Swan Post Office, Taney County, Missouri, concurs -- "I was there and knowed Zeke and his paw and the hound, too."

Some of his neighbours laugh at old Zeke and say that "The Hound Dawg Song" is a recently composed piece, while others swear that Daniel Boone brought the song to Missouri. It became universally popular at the time when Arkansas's favourite son, Champ Clark, who was candidate for the presidency of the United States, used it as his campaign song. Since that time civic orgainzations and booster clubs in both Arkansas and Missouri have claimed it for their state. The tune is the old fiddler's favourite, "Sandy Land" or "Sally Anne."

Alan Lomax, The Folk Songs of North America, Garden City, 1960, p. 303.

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VERSION #1 (also included in Digital Tradition, filename KICKDAWG, as "Hound Dog Song")

• Digital Tradition Folk Song Lyrics Database (full text search)

Ev'ry time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

Me an' Lem Briggs an' old Bill Brown
Took a load of corn to town;
My old Jim dawg, onery old cuss,
He just naturally follered us.

As we driv past Johnson's store
A passel of yaps come out the door;
Jim he scooted behind a box
With all them fellers a-throwin' rocks.

They tied a can to old Jim's tail
An' run him a-past the county jail;
That just naturally made us sore,
Lem, he cussed an' Bill he swore.

Me an' Lem Briggs an' old Bill Brown
Lost no time a-gittin' down;
We wiped them fellers on the ground
For kickin' my old Jim dawg around.

Jim seen his duty there an' then,
He lit into them gentlemen;
He shore mussed up the court-house square
With rags an' meat an' hide an' hair.

Every time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no difference if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.