Pounding The Keyboard

  As time goes on, I realize Just what you mean to me, And now, now that you're near Promise your love that I've waited to share And dreams of our moments together Color my world with hopes of loving you.      Just days after I started listening to Chicago’s music again, posts mentioning the band started appearing on my Facebook News Feed, about the band, probably coincidence or, maybe, p roof that social media, like Big Brother, is really watching every move you make and listening to everything you say. Terry Kath, the band’s guitarist and one of their vocalists, tragically died when he was just 32 years old--he accidentally shot himself in the head while playing with his gun.     Self-described as a rock and roll band with horns, most of their songs are upbeat, catchy, and feel-good.      One of those posts is asking for the three greatest songs of Chicago. I can’t tell their three greatest songs since I haven’t listened to a...

        So, yesterday was our dog’s birthday, and we all forgot it. Boo!       It’s not that we’re going to throw a huge party for him. Last year, we just bought him a cake, which he didn’t eat, with a candle he didn’t blow. He’s a beagle, so he’s inherently stubborn, independent and had a mind of his own. Beagle owners have been one in saying that it’s hard to train beagles, the reason you rarely see beagles doing those cute, saccharine tricks on social media reels. They say that beagles prioritize their nose and following scents over obeying commands. Their extremely strong sense of smell is the reason they are easily distracted during training sessions.      F*ck off!  is what our beagle seems to say whenever we try to teach him a trick.       Try walking them, and you’d spend hours traversing a few meters because they’d stop and smell and investigate everything in their path. And it would be disastr...

  Time has told me, You’re a rare, rare find, A troubled cure, For a troubled mind…       Just saw an article about Nick Drake on Facebook this morning. Nick Drake was a folk singer-songwriter who made and released three albums when he was still in his early twenties during the ‘70s. All three albums reached miniscule audience and failed miserably, which depressed him furthermore and pushed him more toward drugs and insanity. Nick Drake had always been described as depressive and terribly shy who was always reluctant to perform in front of an audience, he was reportedly so shy that he refused to promote his songs.     I discovered him years ago when I stumbled upon a video of “Pink Moon” (arguably his most famous song) online. Born in 1948, he died in 1974 of antidepressant overdose. Too young.     Ironically, only years after his death that many people realized how brilliant (and gorgeously sad) his songs were, and he then started b...

    “Your problem is you spent your life thinking there are rules. There aren’t.”                                                                                                                         --- Lorne Malvo                 I’ve just watched the first season (hopefully there’d be more seasons) of brand-new TV show Detective Hole and se...

       Today is Holy Wednesday, the day Judas betrayed Jesus, and here’s an experiment you can do that’s appropriate during this week, go to some popular public Facebook accounts, especially the political ones, where there's always heated arguments. And when you see someone swearing and commenting obscenely, rudely, harshly, and wickedly against the ones that they are having an argument with, or wishing them and their family the most cruel and tragic deaths, take a peek at these vulgar people accounts, the ones doing the cursing and the threats, and a lot of times, oddly, you’d see Bible verses there preaching about loving your neighbors or being kind and forgiving, or quotes about how they fear and love God.      Sometimes, you’d even see an image of Jesus on their cover photo.      So, what does the Bible say about these people? Titus 1:16 “They profess to know God, but they deny Him by the way they live. They are detestable, disob...

  She’d rise from the sea White as the sun, first creating a giant splash Before swimming for a few minutes, or an hour It would then dive deep into the sea again And disappear for hours, or days But he’d stay on shore, waiting to catch a glimpse of her majestic self again And when she didn’t show up for weeks He knew that she now rose in a different part of the ocean…