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Funny People ... in Ramblings

Occasionally here at Sun, you'll encounter a person that's secretly funny. You know when you are milling around after a meeting, in those few moments when you're deciding whether to slink back to your office, or perhaps wander aimlessly around the halls a bit and randomly annoy your co-workers, you'll utter some random comment to a person you just met, and their reply turns out to be quite hilarios and utterly brilliant, tearing a hole in the mundane. I love those moments. Well, I love laughing, I really do. And I'm easily amused. Which may not be a good thing ... but my daughter enjoys it.

So, yes, lots of funny people here. Its just that you tend not to know it right away, because "Be Funny or Something" isn't on the meeting agenda. Maybe I should do that. Try to spice up those agendas.

So Tim Caynes is one of those people. And his latest post is quite hilarious. And it happens to be at my expense, which is even funnier. I happen to be a member of what he calls "woeful assortment of project managers." I laughed. I will ask him about his vacation though, and I will make it a point to ask about his children. And I will fantasize about poking him in his eye, or slapping him with a fish.

I'm grateful to these people, and I treasure those moments they catch me off guard and make me spit out my coke. Especially on those awful days when I stop and ask no one in particular "Can I have a mulligan please? No? At least a time out then." So thank you.

Song of the Day ... in Music

Quick update on yesterday's entry. After reading my blog, a friend of mine sent me a link to the transcript of a Frontline that aired on January 24, 1983. The title of the report is "88 Seconds in Greensboro." Thanks Kevin.

"Round Here" by Counting Crows was one of those songs I used to walk around the office and sing at the top of my lungs as the Walkman blared in my ears. Much to the annoyance of my office mates, but then again I really didn't care. I loved the lyrics, and I loved the passion in Adam Duritz's voice.

There's a great explanation of what this songs means:

"Round Here is a song about someone facing a life that doesn't seem to be the logical end product of all the things that he thought were leading up to it. For a list of these cliches of childhood, see every line of every chorus. In that last chorus he is saying I got all the things I wanted when I grew up(e.g. not having to wait for anything, staying up late) and it doesn't seem to mean anything"

So, are you the lamb in lion's clothing? I too wanted to radiate and carve out my name.

"Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air between the rain,
through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house,
takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more that just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands

Sleeping children got to run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh....I know it's only in my head."

But the girl on the car in the parking lot
says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling."

Then she looks up at the building
and says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
she must be tired of something.

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late

I can't see nothing.. nothing round here
will you catch if I'm falling
will you catch me if I'm falling
will you catch me cause I'm falling down on you
I said I'm under the gun around here
I'm innocent I'm under the gun around here
and I can't see nothing, nothing round here"

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