Here are the working lyrics to a new song... my first in a while, and the first in a new writing project I'm working on called "Possibility."
It's All Invented
C. 2009 by Carl J Ferrara
(Girl's Name)'s the kind of girl/Angry at all the world
She's the type who thrives on tragedy
She sees dramatic roles/on all her TV shows,
says, "My life's not like that, something's wrong with me."
Her Mom and Dad had really taught her well:
"Can't you see that life's supposed to be a stress-filled hell?"
But It doesn't have to be that way,
You can unlearn what you have learned,
It's All Invented Anyway,
So why not invent a better world?
(Boy's Name)'s the suspicious kind/he's good at reading minds
He knows what made you say what you just said,
Says, "You're all versus me,/It's a conspiracy
And you're all trying to mess with my head,"
But all his accusations never help,
'Cause what he sees is coming from himself...
But It doesn't have to be that way,
You can unlearn what you have learned,
It's All Invented Anyway,
So why not invent a better world?
Some people think inside the box/ it's their downfall
But if you open your mind, you find, the box isn't there at all...
(Third verse & Chorus)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
I HATE THE NEWS: Virus Scares Amityville
Before the idiot news media gets word out about recent events at Edmund W Miles Middle School in Amityville, let me set the record straight.
Yesterday, several students were sent home with a fever and a sore throat. It was believed to be a mild virus, and the students were picked up and/or quarantined. They dismissed students quickly and ensured the proper clearing of the building, and the custodial staff disinfected every surface in the building. It was a 24-hour bug, and some students returned showing no symptoms. They are fine. Others took another day off to heal. This morning, 22 teachers called in sick. There was a class coverage issue which took some time to remedy, in the meantime students were corralled into the Cafeteria and Gym until coverage of classrooms could be established.
That's it. That's the whole story. No big deal.
No food poisoning.
No rampant deadly virus.
No flesh eating bacteria.
No rashes on student posteriors. (I'm not kidding, that was one of the rumors.)
The Plague has not hit the school.
This was not the biological weapon created in Sengala on 24.
Jack Bauer has not been called, and has not been infected.
There is no sign of monkeys or Dustin Hoffman anywhere.
A giant tent did NOT have to be built around the perimeter of the town.
The virus in question does NOT cause severe blindness or bleeding ulcers on your uvula.
I, at this moment, do not have memory loss.
No one at this moment has bled out of any orifice that they were born with.
I, at this moment, do not have memory loss.
People who live in Riverhead, are not in danger of catching this virus, unless, they, too, have the 24-hour flu.
No part of anyone's body has, to date, sprouted legs of its own and crawled away from the host body.
The Blob, does not exist.
Panic has NOT ensued with students crawling over each other to get the last surgical mask.
This did not escape from Brookhaven Lab OR Plum Island
No one at our school can even spell SARS.
and finally
I, at this moment, do not have memory loss.
Stop believing what ANYONE at ANY media outlet says. Television is for entertainment, not information.
Thank you.
Yesterday, several students were sent home with a fever and a sore throat. It was believed to be a mild virus, and the students were picked up and/or quarantined. They dismissed students quickly and ensured the proper clearing of the building, and the custodial staff disinfected every surface in the building. It was a 24-hour bug, and some students returned showing no symptoms. They are fine. Others took another day off to heal. This morning, 22 teachers called in sick. There was a class coverage issue which took some time to remedy, in the meantime students were corralled into the Cafeteria and Gym until coverage of classrooms could be established.
That's it. That's the whole story. No big deal.
No food poisoning.
No rampant deadly virus.
No flesh eating bacteria.
No rashes on student posteriors. (I'm not kidding, that was one of the rumors.)
The Plague has not hit the school.
This was not the biological weapon created in Sengala on 24.
Jack Bauer has not been called, and has not been infected.
There is no sign of monkeys or Dustin Hoffman anywhere.
A giant tent did NOT have to be built around the perimeter of the town.
The virus in question does NOT cause severe blindness or bleeding ulcers on your uvula.
I, at this moment, do not have memory loss.
No one at this moment has bled out of any orifice that they were born with.
I, at this moment, do not have memory loss.
People who live in Riverhead, are not in danger of catching this virus, unless, they, too, have the 24-hour flu.
No part of anyone's body has, to date, sprouted legs of its own and crawled away from the host body.
The Blob, does not exist.
Panic has NOT ensued with students crawling over each other to get the last surgical mask.
This did not escape from Brookhaven Lab OR Plum Island
No one at our school can even spell SARS.
and finally
I, at this moment, do not have memory loss.
Stop believing what ANYONE at ANY media outlet says. Television is for entertainment, not information.
Thank you.
Monday, March 2, 2009
I HATE THE NEWS: Winter Weather Advisory
If you don't know me well, I'll tell you: I HATE THE NEWS. It's a long drawn out story that will unfold as I blog here, but I guess my distrust of the audio-visual information entertainment medium to which we like to give a ridiculous amount of importance started when I returned home from college.
See, I went to Potsdam. Potsdam is known for two things... A kick ass music school, and snow. You've heard the joke - Potsdam has two seasons: winter and July 15th. We once had so much snow in Potsdam that it buried the first floor of my dorm, and people went to the second floor and tobogganed out the windows. Through it all, they never cancelled classes. We went out into the snow. If you need to shovel, you shovel. You need to be careful on the ice, DUH! yeah, it's icy! But you shovel, you bundle up, you be careful, leave a half hour earlier, and you go to class.
So after 4 years of that, I go back to Long Island, and I hear on the news three words I never heard before: "Winter Weather Advisory." Now I'm thinking, from the panic and urgency in the voices of the reporters that we're getting falling ice balls, 55 mph winds, you know, the kind of weather you need Rudolph for. So I gear up for the worst. And what happens?
Snow. A light dusting. Maybe 3 inches. Easily shoveled. THAT'S what we need an advisory for? All I could think was, "When did Long Islanders become such pussies?" Because of the fanatical reports from the news, all the schools were closed, but it wasn't even worth playing in.
I learned that if you want to know what the weather is, look out the window. I also learned something that still eludes everyone. You can't predict the weather. A weatherperson can tell you there are clouds coming this way, and there are winds at a certain speed, or the air is a certain temperature. But unless they are also skilled in the dark arts, unless their midiclorion count is off the charts, they can't tell us for sure what's going to happen tomorrow. They can tell us what they THINK MIGHT happen IF nothing changes. How often have weatherpeople's predictions been wrong? They know it. Listen carefully to their language; a CHANCE of showers, temperatures somewhere in the high 50s. Very vague.
As I write this we're in the middle of a HUGE SNOWSTORM. or so they would have us believe. The news just said that we got 12 inches. I was just outside. We got 4 inches tops. Stop listening to the news. Get your info first hand.
*PLease comment at http://cjferrara.blogspot.com/ I want to start a discussion.!
See, I went to Potsdam. Potsdam is known for two things... A kick ass music school, and snow. You've heard the joke - Potsdam has two seasons: winter and July 15th. We once had so much snow in Potsdam that it buried the first floor of my dorm, and people went to the second floor and tobogganed out the windows. Through it all, they never cancelled classes. We went out into the snow. If you need to shovel, you shovel. You need to be careful on the ice, DUH! yeah, it's icy! But you shovel, you bundle up, you be careful, leave a half hour earlier, and you go to class.
So after 4 years of that, I go back to Long Island, and I hear on the news three words I never heard before: "Winter Weather Advisory." Now I'm thinking, from the panic and urgency in the voices of the reporters that we're getting falling ice balls, 55 mph winds, you know, the kind of weather you need Rudolph for. So I gear up for the worst. And what happens?
Snow. A light dusting. Maybe 3 inches. Easily shoveled. THAT'S what we need an advisory for? All I could think was, "When did Long Islanders become such pussies?" Because of the fanatical reports from the news, all the schools were closed, but it wasn't even worth playing in.
I learned that if you want to know what the weather is, look out the window. I also learned something that still eludes everyone. You can't predict the weather. A weatherperson can tell you there are clouds coming this way, and there are winds at a certain speed, or the air is a certain temperature. But unless they are also skilled in the dark arts, unless their midiclorion count is off the charts, they can't tell us for sure what's going to happen tomorrow. They can tell us what they THINK MIGHT happen IF nothing changes. How often have weatherpeople's predictions been wrong? They know it. Listen carefully to their language; a CHANCE of showers, temperatures somewhere in the high 50s. Very vague.
As I write this we're in the middle of a HUGE SNOWSTORM. or so they would have us believe. The news just said that we got 12 inches. I was just outside. We got 4 inches tops. Stop listening to the news. Get your info first hand.
*PLease comment at http://cjferrara.blogspot.com/ I want to start a discussion.!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
My Trip to the Met
Last weekend, I spent my 10th wedding anniversary with my wife (I have to include that, apparently) we visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art. and big surprise... NO SHOWS!Let's back up a bit. We got a room at the lovely Bentley Hotel. It's a decent hotel. Not jump up and down screaming bloody murder good, but then again what is? When was the last time you jumped up an down and screamed bloody murder because a room at a hotel was so great?
We walked past Central Park. Did you know there was a zoo there? and a Playground? We realized that there's a lot in Central Park we've never seen. And we vowed.... next time we (that is to say I) have an urge to go to the city, we should take the kids, and just rock Central Park!Our original plan was to go to the Guggenheim. Nice plan. I don't know if it was the fact that Paula wasn't really into the Guggenheim, or the extrememly long walk in the freezing cold that we wanted to cut short, but we ended up at the Metropolitan Mueseum of art. Which leads me to my rant....
We went in, and I'm looking for art. The first room we go to is the GReek and Roman exhibit. Now there are frescos, and statues, and you know, art stuff; but there are also pins, coins, sarcophogi, things that, as far as I'm concerned, belong in a museum, but a historical museum, not an art museum. I'm the kind of person who LOVES art, but fell asleep in history class. So, the modern art room, and the rennaisance room, Loved it! But, like seven rooms in the museum are devoted to ancient relics. And my education reminds me that I'm supposed to admire the artistry of the decorations, but I can't help feeling like Indiana Jones. And not the cool Indy, the nerdy archeology professor Indy.
So we stop for lunch. We go to a cafe in the museum. They sell sandwiches, cupcakes, and drinks. Nice. BUT, there are only a few tables to sit at, and they all appear full. I have a thought. When we finally get a table, we should offer to share with them. One might expect that this would be frowned upon and considered unsafe, or imposing, but it turns out everyone was doing it, and we did so happily. We ended up having lunch with a lovely old lady who was a member of the museum (and several others) and her Ethiopian friend. This is to say, she was accompanied by a young man who was originally from Ethiopia, and now living and working in NYC. We had a lovely time. She talked about art and the many things to do in the city. She asked me about No Child Left Behind, and I went off.... It was the best thing we could have done, and there's a lesson to be learned there.
We walked past Central Park. Did you know there was a zoo there? and a Playground? We realized that there's a lot in Central Park we've never seen. And we vowed.... next time we (that is to say I) have an urge to go to the city, we should take the kids, and just rock Central Park!Our original plan was to go to the Guggenheim. Nice plan. I don't know if it was the fact that Paula wasn't really into the Guggenheim, or the extrememly long walk in the freezing cold that we wanted to cut short, but we ended up at the Metropolitan Mueseum of art. Which leads me to my rant....
We went in, and I'm looking for art. The first room we go to is the GReek and Roman exhibit. Now there are frescos, and statues, and you know, art stuff; but there are also pins, coins, sarcophogi, things that, as far as I'm concerned, belong in a museum, but a historical museum, not an art museum. I'm the kind of person who LOVES art, but fell asleep in history class. So, the modern art room, and the rennaisance room, Loved it! But, like seven rooms in the museum are devoted to ancient relics. And my education reminds me that I'm supposed to admire the artistry of the decorations, but I can't help feeling like Indiana Jones. And not the cool Indy, the nerdy archeology professor Indy.
So we stop for lunch. We go to a cafe in the museum. They sell sandwiches, cupcakes, and drinks. Nice. BUT, there are only a few tables to sit at, and they all appear full. I have a thought. When we finally get a table, we should offer to share with them. One might expect that this would be frowned upon and considered unsafe, or imposing, but it turns out everyone was doing it, and we did so happily. We ended up having lunch with a lovely old lady who was a member of the museum (and several others) and her Ethiopian friend. This is to say, she was accompanied by a young man who was originally from Ethiopia, and now living and working in NYC. We had a lovely time. She talked about art and the many things to do in the city. She asked me about No Child Left Behind, and I went off.... It was the best thing we could have done, and there's a lesson to be learned there.
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