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The claim we hold is good as gold
Bonanza
Hand in hand we built this land
the Ponderosa Ranch
Our birthright is this Cartwright
Bonanza
We here belong and standing strong
Wrong ain't got a chance.

Day by day, work or play
Ready side by side
Hello friend, come on in
The gate is open wide.
Bound to be a fightin' free
Bonanza
Singin' pines are boundary lines
For the Ponderosa Ranch.

Every tree and flower is part of our
Bonanza
With stars at night, the morning light
The waters in the branch.

We ride along, four men strong
Together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage
The Ponderosa Ranch.

Day by day, work or play
Ready side by side
Hello friend, come on in
The gate is open wide.
Bound to be a fightin' free,
Bonanza
Singin' pines are boundary lines
For the Ponderosa Ranch.



Today they showed a news story about six dolphins who were washed out of their aquarium into the Gulf (where it's dangerous for dolphins). The six pampered pets managed to find each other, and work their way back to where they came from so their trainers could find them and take them home. Cool.

Today I read an article in the NY Times that pissed me off. I know that the Vatican is usually about 300 years behind the times, but GOOD GOD, as long as a priest has chosen to be celibate, what does it matter whether he's a celibate gay or celibate straight? I feel for the good, honest, gay priests who have taken their vows seriously and ARE chaste. They're being punished, just the same as any good soldier who just told. Stupid, stupid, stupid!!! I just hope that every giant step backward that's being taken will lead to a gigantic tilt in public opinion. Something has to give. I keep waiting for the pendulum to swing back the other way...

Fortunately, my morning was saved by this article, to which I say, Go Massachusetts! I particularly liked this comment: "Today, gay marriage is the law of the land," Mr. [Senator Brian P.] Lees [Republican] said, noting that same-sex marriage became legal in May 2004. Voting for the amendment, he said, would mean "taking action against our friends and neighbors who today are currently enjoying the benefits of marriage."


I know it's extremely selfish of me, but I'm really, really, REALLY sad about the upcoming probable-retirement of honky-tonk singer Dale Watson. For those who don't know him, if you like real country music, FIND HIM. His music is about the best there is, and last year's Dreamland is probably the best honky-tonk album ever recorded. Dale recently announced he's taking a break, possibly a permanent one, to go and live with his children (by his first wife) in Maryland. He's leaving Austin, and I never got a chance to go see him play there. :( Selfish, as I said. I know it's going to be good for HIM, and since I like him personally, too (he's always been a top-notch gentleman to me and we've exchanged a few nice emails), I do want him to be happy. But it's another bad blow to the forward movement of country music.

At least I still have Dave Insley. (Said with same selfishness.)

On the other hand, another true gem is the upcoming release from Billy Joe Shaver, The Real Deal. Billy Joe is one of the finest songwriters living today and he's in top form on this one.

Stolen happily from doll_paparazzi:

Your past life diagnosis:
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I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Philippines around the year 1100. Your profession was that of a builder of houses, temples and cathedrals.
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Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Ruthless character, carefully weighing his decisions in critical situations, with excellent self-control and strong will. Such people are generally liked, but not always loved.
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The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: Your lesson is to combat violence and disharmony in our world, to understand its roots and origins. All global problems have similar origins.
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Do you remember now?
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Past Life Diagnosis

No, I can't say I do remember that. In my odd times when I think I HAD a past life at all, I believe I was a cowboy--just the normal working kind, no one of significance. I had a dream once that filled in a lot of the details, and I get that "raven-on-grave" feeling whenever I'm in The Birdcage Theatre in Tombstone. Then at other times I don't know that I do believe in past lives. Hard to say. We once knew an Indian (Acoma, I believe) who read auras and did such spiritual things, and he informed me my spirit was very young, so if there are past lives, I don't think I was around back in 1100.

I was trolling around on the web to see if I could find an old, old album we had when I was six or so, back in Zuni. It had been done by a local group, so I wasn't sure if I could, but I did manage to track it down by the title, which I remembered. I found a shop that apparently specializes in the extremely obscure and Indian music, and then discovered the address: about five blocks from here, at 16th Street and Indian School. Weird. I haven't had a chance to swing over and check it out. I just am happy to know it's there.

Three mice infected with the plague have gone missing from a lab. The scientists say they're likely dead and pose no threat. That's comforting.

I want fried chicken.

Comments

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nutmeg3
Sep. 16th, 2005 02:33 am (UTC)
<< Today I read an article in the NY Times that pissed me off. I know that the Vatican is usually about 300 years behind the times, but GOOD GOD, as long as a priest has chosen to be celibate, what does it matter whether he's a celibate gay or celibate straight? >>

I saw a wonderful play (possibly called "Mass Appeal" and possibly not) on Broadway many years ago (I was still married!) about this very thing. It didn't end any better then than such things do now.

As for past lives, I believe in them simply because when I was about three, I thought what I now realize must have been a past life was a part of this one. And I still remember it as clearly now as I did then.
wildrider
Sep. 16th, 2005 02:56 am (UTC)
I'd like to see Mass Appeal.

I know what you mean. That's how I felt when I woke up from that dream. It wasn't something I was dreaming, it was something I was remembering. My subconscious added dream features, I remember those, but the details were vivid. Just like the feelings I get when I walk through The Birdcage.
nutmeg3
Sep. 18th, 2005 02:36 am (UTC)
I don't even remember dreaming mine, though I might have. It was just there in my head as a memory, and it's still there - and just as clear - today.
wildrider
Sep. 18th, 2005 04:57 pm (UTC)
That's really cool.

The first time I went to the Birdcage was back when they actually had guided tours instead of allowing people to wander through, and I remember I already knew everything the tour guide was telling us and it was a creepy feeling. I really felt like I'd already been there; I can't remember how old I was. Every time I've been there, I get that same sensation, but mostly only in certain areas--the front barroom and in one of the back gambling rooms.
sillymagpie
Sep. 16th, 2005 04:10 am (UTC)
What sort of a life was it, if you don't mind answering?
nutmeg3
Sep. 18th, 2005 02:44 am (UTC)
It's not even a whole life, it's just a tableau, but if I could paint, I could paint it for you, because it's still that clear in my mind.

I'm a little girl, maybe 7 or 8 (several years older than I was when I first "remembered" and asked Mom about going back to Oklahoma), and I'm wearing one of those old-fashioned black dresses with a white pinafore over it. I'm standing in a line of trees, and I know I'm in Oklahoma. I never look behind me, but I know I'm basically at the back of a yard, and the trees also run (very slightly uphill) along the other two sides of the yard, and the house is a weathered two-story clapboard thing. I'm looking out over a field of something golden (probably wheat, or hay), and in the distance is another line of trees. The sky is perfectly clear and blue, except for, also in the distance, beyond the trees, a thin plume of white smoke, and I'm waiting for the Indians to come.

As an adult, I think I was probably killed in an Indian raid shortly thereafter. And I once described it to one of my authors who's from Oklahoma, and she said I gave her goosebumps, because I'd perfectly described northern Oklahoma.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 18th, 2005 03:11 am (UTC)
Perhaps you're right. Very, very interesting. Have you ever been "back" to Oklahoma?
nutmeg3
Sep. 18th, 2005 03:23 am (UTC)
In this life, you mean? Yes, but not to that area (I don't think). It's sort of weird to think about going there and maybe feeling like it is (or was) home. But maybe I'd have no response at all.
sillymagpie
Sep. 16th, 2005 04:15 am (UTC)
The only images I have that would remotely qualify as potential past life memories are of a jungle-like area with ravines, possibly in South America. There was a stone fountain with carved faces there, and my dad let me drink the water from a collapsible cup. (I don't think that fountain existed around Joliet when I was young, but I could be wrong.) There was a burned-out building that was some sort of theater or former community center. There was a fall from a bridge in a ravine (but I think that was actually inspired by my childhood fear of the Joliet bridges, which opened for barges). I suspect these are probably all some sort of childhood dream memories.
wildrider
Sep. 16th, 2005 11:52 am (UTC)
That's always possible, too. ;) I can't deny that I sometimes wonder if it's my authorial spirit that causes these ideas to come to mind.

I answered your other post before I realized it was directed to nutmeg3, so I deleted it...
(Anonymous)
Sep. 18th, 2005 02:42 am (UTC)
Eh, answer anything you want, I don't mind...
rahirah
Sep. 16th, 2005 03:33 am (UTC)
There are at least two other versions of the Bonanza song, maybe three:

The following lyrics come from one source and at least fit the music that begins the show. These are the lyrics I remember hearing on the clip from the pilot I saw.



We got a right to pick a little fight - Bonanza!
If anyone fights anyone of us he’s gotta fight with me!

We’re not a one to saddle up and run: Bonanza!
Anyone of us who starts a little fuss knows he can count on me.

One for four. Four for one: This we guarantee.

We got a right to pick a little fight: Bonanza!
If anyone fights anyone of us he’s gotta fight with me!


The following lyrics come from another source:


(Little Joe) - I've got a flair for women everywhere - Bonanza!
(Hoss) - Bonanza! (Barks and howls)
(All three) - I'm not afraid of any pretty maid - Bonanza! Bonanza!


But when I give a kiss to any little miss
She'll learn a lot from me
(Ben) - I'm not afraid of any pretty maid -- Bonanza!
(All three) - Bonanza!
When I give a kiss to any little miss
She'll learn a lot from me

Hair of brown, hair of gold - I take what I see
We're not a one to saddle up and run - Bonanza! Bonanza!
Any one of us who starts a little fuss knows he can count on me

One for four, four for one - this we guarantee
We got a right to pick a little fight - Bonanza! Bonanza!
If anyone fights any one of us he's gotta fight with me!



Lyrics as sung by Lorne Greene on the album Lorne Greene's American West

We chased lady luck, 'til we finally struck - Bonanza
With a gun and a rope and a hat full of hope, we planted our family tree.

We got a hold of a pot full of gold - Bonanza
With a horse and a saddle, and a range full of cattle, how rich can a fellow be?

On this land we put our brand, Cartwright is the name,
Fortune smiled, the day we filed the Ponderosa claim.

Here in the west, we're livin' in the best - Bonanza
If anyone fights any one of us, he's got a fight with me.

Hoss and Joe and Adam know every rock and pine,
No one works, fights, or eats, like those boys of mine


Here we stand in the middle of a grand Bonanza
With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope, we planted our family tree,


We got a hold of a pot full of gold - Bonanza
With a houseful of friends where the rainbow ends, how rich can a fellow be?

On this land we put our brand, Cartwright is the name,
Fortune smiled, the day we filed the Ponderosa claim


Here in the west we're living in the best - Bonanza
With the friendliest, fightingist, lovingist band, that ever set foot in the promised land and we're happier than them all.


That's why we call it Bonanza . . . Bonanza . . . Bonanza.
wildrider
Sep. 16th, 2005 11:54 am (UTC)
As I said, a little Johnny Cash adds a lot of class...

The CD booklet that comes with it has a picture of Johnny with Lorne Green, and the song that follows is Lorne Green's (spoken) version of "Ringo," another one I had a hard time finding. I love this disc. :)
doll_paparazzi
Sep. 16th, 2005 02:59 pm (UTC)
I want fried chicken too, oddly. :/

Past life of a cowbow? Hmmm. Does that explain why you liv in Arizona now?
wildrider
Sep. 16th, 2005 11:44 pm (UTC)
I still want fried chicken.

No, I live in Arizona because Mom and Dad moved me here when I was eight. I didn't have a choice. :)

But the mountainous west is deep in my blood. I could live in another state, but it would have to be a Rocky Mountain one.

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