<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:45:49.858-08:00</updated><category term='Unconscious Playlist'/><category term='Health Care'/><category term='Laura Bush'/><category term='Edmund Burke'/><category term='Neko Case &quot;Star Witness&quot; Live RAVE HD'/><category term='1950 Rothko painting White Center (Yellow'/><category term='The Cars'/><category term='Pink and Lavender on Rose)'/><category term='Dave Alvin Live in Tacoma'/><category term='Cap and Trade'/><category term='Milton Friedman'/><category term='Ben Orr'/><category term='Billy Mays'/><category term='Burma'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='hermann mock'/><category term='Drive'/><title type='text'>What If It Were?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donald Pretari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493535232127084725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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hold;'/><author><name>Donald Pretari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493535232127084725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374.post-8967994088016265850</id><published>2009-07-05T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:18:48.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neko Case &quot;Star Witness&quot; Live RAVE HD'/><title type='text'>And blood on my jeans Nickels and dimes of the fourth of July Roll off in a crooked line To the chain-link lots where the red tails dive</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLujKda50MY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLujKda50MY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Star Witness"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My true love drowned in a dirty old pan&lt;br /&gt;Of oil that did run from the block&lt;br /&gt;Of a falcon sedan 1969&lt;br /&gt;The paper said '75&lt;br /&gt;There were no survivors&lt;br /&gt;None found alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees break the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;And the sidewalk skins my knees&lt;br /&gt;There's glass in my thermos&lt;br /&gt;And blood on my jeans&lt;br /&gt;Nickels and dimes of the fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;Roll off in a crooked line&lt;br /&gt;To the chain-link lots where the red tails dive&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I forgot what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey when she sings, when she sings when she sings like she runs&lt;br /&gt;Moves like she runs&lt;br /&gt;Hey when she moves, when she moves when she moves like she runs&lt;br /&gt;Moves like she runs&lt;br /&gt;Hey there there's such deadly wolves 'round town tonight&lt;br /&gt;Round the town tonight&lt;br /&gt;Hey there there's such deadly wolves 'round town tonight&lt;br /&gt;Round the town tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey pretty baby get high with me,&lt;br /&gt;We can go to my sisters if we say we'll watch the baby"&lt;br /&gt;The look on your face yanks my neck on the chain&lt;br /&gt;And I would do anything&lt;br /&gt;To see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've fallen behind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on scream and cry&lt;br /&gt;You're miles from where anyone will find you&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing new, no television crew&lt;br /&gt;They don't even put on the sirens&lt;br /&gt;My nightgown sweeps the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let him die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382306496094316374-8967994088016265850?l=whatifitwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/feeds/8967994088016265850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-blood-on-my-jeans-nickels-and-dimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374.post-9091799140491531150</id><published>2009-07-04T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:37:19.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Alvin Live in Tacoma'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bH7B16lcfVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bH7B16lcfVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's waiting for me when I get home from work&lt;br /&gt;But things just ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;She turns out the light and cries in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Won't answer when I call her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stairs I smoke a cigarette alone&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican kids are shooting fireworks below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Find more Lyrics on &lt;a style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/Gpia"&gt;www.mp3lyrics.org/Gpia&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby, it's the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby, it's the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives me her cheek when I want her lips&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have the strength to go&lt;br /&gt;On the lost side of town in a dark &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/r/robert-earl-keen/fourth/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px; position: static;"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave up trying so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened, I apologize&lt;br /&gt;So dry your tears and baby, walk outside&lt;br /&gt;It's the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382306496094316374-9091799140491531150?l=whatifitwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/feeds/9091799140491531150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/9091799140491531150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/9091799140491531150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Donald Pretari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493535232127084725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374.post-4754132464601733723</id><published>2009-07-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:35:06.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hermann mock'/><title type='text'>But they are useless.  They can only give you answers.  ~Pablo Picasso, about computers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="pageImg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.seen.by.spiegel.de/mock-1/coputer-inside-3?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://de.img.seen.by/user/mock-1/img/h596/90.jpg" alt="coputer inside" title="coputer inside" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382306496094316374-4754132464601733723?l=whatifitwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/feeds/4754132464601733723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-they-are-useless-they-can-only-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/4754132464601733723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/4754132464601733723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-they-are-useless-they-can-only-give.html' title='But they are useless.  They can only give you answers.  ~Pablo Picasso, about computers'/><author><name>Donald Pretari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493535232127084725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374.post-760392170291649181</id><published>2009-07-02T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:59:53.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milton Friedman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edmund Burke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cap and Trade'/><title type='text'>Cap the crap</title><content type='html'>Cap and Trade is a simple concept. You cap the amount of x that you want to limit. Then, in order to allow the economy some leeway to deal with the problem, you allow companies to exceed the limit by purchasing an exception from another company that is falling below the limit. Now, it's important to understand this this plan is itself a compromise. You could simply tax the x or ban it, and be done with it. Instead, cap and trade allows variation in order to help businesses survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since it's already a compromise, any added conditions must be to help particular businesses. This is called lobbying or interest group influence. The more of it you have, the less well the original plan will work. Of course, you can tighten the exceptions later, or, as well, continue to loosen them. In any case, you've damaged the simplicity and effectiveness of the plan by fiddling with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two reactions to this. My Milton Friedman response is that, by allowing interest groups to alter the plan, you've irreparably harmed it. It will turn out to be hellish tightening the plan in the future. My Edmund Burke response is to pass it, and get set for a long drawn out battle to tighten the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's another Edmund Burke response. You can stand firm on Cap and Trade, and compromise on other things. If the health of the planet is truly at stake, than either this Edmund Burke response or the Milton Friedman response should win out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382306496094316374-760392170291649181?l=whatifitwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/feeds/760392170291649181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/cap-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/760392170291649181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/760392170291649181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/cap-crap.html' title='Cap the crap'/><author><name>Donald Pretari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493535232127084725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374.post-5386545078209667140</id><published>2009-06-29T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:20:29.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Orr'/><title type='text'>"You were my silver you were my gold you were all the things that cant be told"</title><content type='html'>I thought of Ben Orr today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6avuh3K_70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6avuh3K_70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt;"In April 2000, Orr was diagnosed as having &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="Pancreatic cancer"&gt;pancreatic cancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt; and subsequently hospitalized &lt;sup id="cite_ref-hospital_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;, yet he continued to perform in concerts with the band &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" class="new" title="Big People (page does not exist)"&gt;Big People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt; at summer &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="Music festival"&gt;music festivals&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="State fair"&gt;state fairs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt;. He reunited with all the former members of &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="The Cars"&gt;The Cars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt; one last time in &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="Atlanta, Georgia" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt;, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="Georgia (U.S. state)"&gt;Georgia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt;, for an interview that was used in a &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="Rhino Records" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Rhino Records&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="Video"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt; and &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="DVD"&gt;DVD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt; of a German &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr" title="Concert"&gt;concert&lt;/a&gt; performed in 1979, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Cars Live&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His final public appearance was on September 27, 2000, in a Big People concert in Anchorage, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alaska" title="Alaska"&gt;Alaska&lt;/a&gt;. Six days later, he died at home in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlanta" title="Atlanta"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/a&gt;, on Tuesday night, October 3, 2000, aged 53, surrounded by his fellow Big People band members &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Jeff_Carlisi&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Jeff Carlisi (page does not exist)"&gt;Jeff Carlisi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derek_St._Holmes" title="Derek St. Holmes"&gt;Derek St. Holmes&lt;/a&gt; and Rob Wilson &lt;sup id="cite_ref-death_1-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Orr#cite_note-death-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. Big People still performs his classic Cars hits. Orr was also survived by his 5-year-old son, Ben, from a previous relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ric_Ocasek" title="Ric Ocasek"&gt;Ric Ocasek&lt;/a&gt; wrote and recorded the song "Silver," which was his musical tribute to Ben. It appeared on Ocasek's 2005 solo album &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nexterday" title="Nexterday"&gt;Nexterday&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CPpZ5Vt-6pc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CPpZ5Vt-6pc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ric Ocasek - Silver lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        You were my silver you were my gold&lt;br /&gt;you were all the things that cant be told&lt;br /&gt;you were my star falling through the night&lt;br /&gt;you were the one who showed me grand delight&lt;br /&gt;i cant see you but i need you&lt;br /&gt;and youre gone&lt;br /&gt;you were my right hand you were my friend&lt;br /&gt;you were always strong until the end&lt;br /&gt;you were my good time youwere my rave&lt;br /&gt;youre the one that always set the stage&lt;br /&gt;youre what i once new now i miss you&lt;br /&gt;cause youre gone&lt;br /&gt;now i spend my lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;wishing you were here to make things right&lt;br /&gt;to turn my darkness into light&lt;br /&gt;you were my party you were my tea&lt;br /&gt;youre the one that had faith in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382306496094316374-5386545078209667140?l=whatifitwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/feeds/5386545078209667140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-were-my-silver-you-were-my-gold-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/5386545078209667140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/5386545078209667140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-were-my-silver-you-were-my-gold-you.html' title='&quot;You were my silver you were my gold you were all the things that cant be told&quot;'/><author><name>Donald Pretari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493535232127084725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374.post-9106398140443388777</id><published>2009-06-29T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:13:47.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milton Friedman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Care'/><title type='text'>My health care plan</title><content type='html'>Let me ask everyone a question: Do you consider price and discount when buying Tylenol and Pepcid? I answer in the affirmative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another question: Do you consider price when considering brain surgery? I answer in the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I suggest splitting health care costs into two categories:&lt;br /&gt;1) Medical goods that a consumer could price and shop accordingly on.&lt;br /&gt;2) Medical goods that a consumer cannot price and shop accordingly on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you do this, you can split up medical costs into:&lt;br /&gt;1) Costs subject to a deductible.&lt;br /&gt;2) Catastrophic Costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, further, you can say the following:&lt;br /&gt;For 1) You don't want third party payers, since you want the consumers to shop for the best price.&lt;br /&gt;For 2) You can have a third party payer. In fact, you can have one: the Federal Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hoover.org/publications/digest/3459466.html"&gt;Now, here's Milton Friedman's plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A more radical reform would, first, end both Medicare and Medicaid, at least for new entrants, and replace them by providing every family in the United States with catastrophic insurance (i.e., a major medical policy with a high deductible). Second, it would end tax exemption of employer-provided medical care. And, third, it would remove the restrictive regulations that are now imposed on medical insurance—hard to justify with universal catastrophic insurance.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;This reform would solve the problem of the currently medically uninsured, eliminate most of the bureaucratic structure, free medical practitioners from an increasingly heavy burden of paperwork and regulation, and lead many employers and employees to convert employer-provided medical care into a higher cash wage. The taxpayer would save money because total government costs would plummet. The family would be relieved of one of its major concerns—the possibility of being impoverished by a major medical catastrophe—and most could readily finance the remaining medical costs. Families would once again have an incentive to monitor the providers of medical care and to establish the kind of personal relations with them that were once customary. The demonstrated efficiency of private enterprise would have a chance to improve the quality and lower the cost of medical care. The first question asked of a patient entering a hospital might once again become "What’s wrong?" not "What’s your insurance?" &lt;/p&gt;I would add a Democratic Party addition to this plan: You could relate the deductible to income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my plan. Everyone covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would add the following: I've no idea what the correct amount of money that we should spend on health care should be. That's why I would like some portion of our medical bills to be subject to our own choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382306496094316374-9106398140443388777?l=whatifitwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/feeds/9106398140443388777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-health-care-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/9106398140443388777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/9106398140443388777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-health-care-plan.html' title='My health care plan'/><author><name>Donald Pretari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493535232127084725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374.post-7030167128483010729</id><published>2009-06-28T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:12:57.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Mays'/><title type='text'>Billy Mays and the ethics of pitching</title><content type='html'>I'm going to miss Billy Mays. It was refreshing to have a pitchman who was out front about being a pitchman. From the WaPo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;TV pitchman Billy Mays found dead at Florida home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div id="byline"&gt;By MITCH STACY&lt;/div&gt; The Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"TAMPA, Fla. -- Billy Mays, the burly, bearded television pitchman whose boisterous hawking of products such as Orange Glo and OxiClean made him a pop-culture icon, has died. He was 50. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrnVNZpnvRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrnVNZpnvRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382306496094316374-7030167128483010729?l=whatifitwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/feeds/7030167128483010729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/billy-mays-and-ethics-of-pitching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/7030167128483010729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/7030167128483010729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/billy-mays-and-ethics-of-pitching.html' title='Billy Mays and the ethics of pitching'/><author><name>Donald Pretari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493535232127084725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374.post-7353863762654765900</id><published>2009-06-28T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:49:16.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconscious Playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burma'/><title type='text'>Laura Bush and the concert for Bangladesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/06/26/AR2009062603459.html?hpid=opinionsbox1"&gt;Here's Laura Bush in the WaPo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Do Not Forget Burma"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For two weeks, the world has been transfixed by images of Iranians taking to the streets to demand the most basic human freedoms and rights. Watching these courageous men and women, I am reminded of a similar scene nearly two years ago in Burma, when tens of thousands of Buddhist monks peacefully marched through their nation's streets. They, too, sought to reclaim basic human dignity for all Burmese citizens, but they were beaten back by that nation's harsh regime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.state.gov/r/pa/ei/bgn/35910.htm"&gt;Here's more on Burma.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://geology.com/world/burma-map.gif" alt="Burma political map" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, as best I can, to keep up on a good number of the current conflicts in the world. On both of my previous blogs, I posted a number of stories dealing with today's examples of man's inhumanity to man.  However, this post is really connected to my last post. The connection is this: One of the songs on my unconscious playlist is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZZ96J_PVbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZZ96J_PVbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend came to me, with sadness in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he wanted help&lt;br /&gt;Before his country dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I couldn't feel the pain, I knew I had to try&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm asking all of you&lt;br /&gt;To help us save some lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangla Desh, Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;Where so many people are dying fast&lt;br /&gt;And it sure looks like a mess&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen such distress&lt;br /&gt;Now won't you lend your hand and understand&lt;br /&gt;Relieve the people of Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangla Desh, Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;Such a great disaster - I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;But it sure looks like a mess&lt;br /&gt;I've never known such distress&lt;br /&gt;Now please don't turn away, I want to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Relieve the people of Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;Relieve Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangla Desh, Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;Now it may seem so far from where we all are&lt;br /&gt;It's something we can't neglect&lt;br /&gt;It's something I can't neglect&lt;br /&gt;Now won't you give some bread to get the starving fed&lt;br /&gt;We've got to relieve Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;Relieve the people of Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;We've got to relieve Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;Relieve the people of Bangla Desh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, because this song constantly comes into my consciousness, I am actually more aware of the need to keep track and bear witness to even the most obscure of human conflicts. I've no great solution or personal ability to influence these conflicts, but I can at least bear witness, and occasionally add my voice in protest. Not much, no doubt, but better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382306496094316374-7353863762654765900?l=whatifitwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/feeds/7353863762654765900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/laura-bush-and-concert-for-bangladesh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/7353863762654765900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382306496094316374/posts/default/7353863762654765900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifitwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/laura-bush-and-concert-for-bangladesh.html' title='Laura Bush and the concert for Bangladesh'/><author><name>Donald Pretari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14493535232127084725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1a0vvLVT3A/TEzRB3ysrGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/da3jRsBeyso/S220/Don+In+Bed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382306496094316374.post-441700357746954442</id><published>2009-06-27T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:46:00.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconscious Playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson and my unconscious playlist</title><content type='html'>I am not a big Michael Jackson fan. I just looked at my i tunes library, where I have my music, and there is not a single Michael Jackson or Jackson 5 song. Actually, I shouldn't say that. I have the song "Never Can Say Goodbye", but it's the Isaac Hayes version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gTQlsszUlFY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gTQlsszUlFY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that should be the end of the story. I am simply one of the few people who were never moved by Michael Jackson. And yet? And yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like music videos as a genre. I do have a few favorites, which include Springsteen's "Streets Of Philadelphia", and Sting's "Fields Of Gold". However, if I had to chose an artist who has multiple music videos that I think are worth watching, the only artist that I can think of is Michael Jackson.  From my point of view, Michael Jackson is the music video genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another aspect of my existential encounter with music in which Michael Jackson features prominently, and that is my unconscious playlist. I've no idea if anybody else has this. I've never thought to ask anyone else if they have one. In any case, I do. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a list of thirty or so songs that I find myself singing, day after day, year after year, and, eventually, decade after decade, in some cases. This is not the list of my favorite thirty songs, although some of these songs are on such a list. Rather, these are songs that have either chosen me, or that are more meaningful to me than I understand on a conscious level.  Let me give you an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song is "Hey Jude". And yet, on this unconscious play list, there is only one Beatles' song, and it's not even close to being my favorite Beatles' song. The song is "Taxman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzLry3ABpV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzLry3ABpV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics I usually find myself singing are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If you drive a car, I'll tax the street&lt;br /&gt;If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat&lt;br /&gt;If you get too cold I'll tax the heat&lt;br /&gt;If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I often find myself singing the entire song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on this list, are three Michael Jackson songs. They are "Human Nature", "Man In The Mirror", and "Rock With You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pjzer9dUWmg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pjzer9dUWmg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lyrics I usually find myself singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reaching Out&lt;br /&gt;To Touch A Stranger&lt;br /&gt;Electric Eyes Are Ev'rywhere&lt;br /&gt;See That Girl&lt;br /&gt;She Knows I'm Watching&lt;br /&gt;She Likes The Way I Stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If They Say -&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way&lt;br /&gt;If They Say -&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way&lt;br /&gt;I Like Livin' This Way&lt;br /&gt;I Like Lovin' This Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGeZYednWtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGeZYednWtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics I sing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've Been A Victim Of A Selfish&lt;br /&gt;Kind Of Love&lt;br /&gt;It's Time That I Realize&lt;br /&gt;That There Are Some With No&lt;br /&gt;Home, Not A Nickel To Loan&lt;br /&gt;Could It Be Really Me,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending That They're Not&lt;br /&gt;Alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Willow Deeply Scarred,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;And A Washed-Out Dream&lt;br /&gt;(Washed-Out Dream)&lt;br /&gt;They Follow The Pattern Of&lt;br /&gt;The Wind, Ya' See&lt;br /&gt;Cause They Got No Place&lt;br /&gt;To Be&lt;br /&gt;That's Why I'm Starting With&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;(Starting With Me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Starting With The Man In&lt;br /&gt;The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Asking Him To Change&lt;br /&gt;His Ways&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh!)&lt;br /&gt;And No Message Could Have&lt;br /&gt;Been Any Clearer&lt;br /&gt;If You Wanna Make The World&lt;br /&gt;A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;(If You Wanna Make The&lt;br /&gt;World A Better Place)&lt;br /&gt;Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;br /&gt;Then Make A Change&lt;br /&gt;(Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;br /&gt;Then Make A Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nleyNwzWwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nleyNwzWwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the lyrics that I find myself singing most often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And when the groove is dead and gone (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You know that love survives&lt;br /&gt;So we can rock forever, on&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna groove with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna groove with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the oddity. The are only two other songs that come close to "Rock With You" on my unconscious playlist's most sung tunes. Here they are ( and they would be on my top thirty list):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KVa4zB9K6Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KVa4zB9K6Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People moving out,&lt;br /&gt;People moving in.&lt;br /&gt;Why, because of the color of their skin&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run but you sho' can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eye for an eye,tooth for a tooth,&lt;br /&gt;Vote for me and I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;Rap on, brother, rap on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person talking about love thy brother is the preacher&lt;br /&gt;And it seems&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's interested in learning&lt;br /&gt;But the teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration,&lt;br /&gt;Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball of confusion, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;That's what the world is today, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m29F4FtVo-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m29F4FtVo-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On "Ball Of Confusion", I usually find myself humming the beginning and making a sound like a whirling dervish. On "Everybody Is A Star", the highlight is my Larry Graham impersonation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. I cannot count the number of times that I've sung "Rock With You". Possibly close to ten thousand times so far, with no seeming end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, I should say that, although I've never had children, two songs on this playlist are Jackson Browne's "The Only Child" and Paul Simon's "St Judy's Comet": ( It begins at about 6:50 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_jgge932FA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_jgge932FA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other Paul Simon songs figure on this list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULjCSK0oOlI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULjCSK0oOlI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "One Man's Ceiling Is Another Man's Floor". Again, although I like these songs, they are not among my favorite Paul Simon songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this unconscious playlist are about 12 artists. That's it. Now, I'm not saying that I don't sing or hum other songs, only that these songs constantly pop up uncalled for, day after day, throughout my life. I've no idea why. So, obviously, on some level, Michael Jackson's music must mean quite a bit to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end with the three Presley tunes on this list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJqVneZP6tA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJqVneZP6tA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VK-a2rQGFS0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VK-a2rQGFS0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JosUZjWUAkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JosUZjWUAkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what all this says about me. 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