>>Yesterday marked one year at Dow Jones Indexes and the longest period of time I have ever been paid on a W2 and the longest period of time I have worked a 40 hour week for an employer since the 1970s.
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>>Sometimes a light's all shinin' on me
>>other times I can barely see
>>lately, it's occurred to me
>>what a long, strange trip it's been ...
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>You really can't go wrong quoting the Grateful Dead.
>
>Not trying to one up you but one great Dead lyric deserves another --
>
>As I was walking round Grovesnor Square
>Not a chill to the winter but a nip in the air
>From the other direction she was catching my eye
>Might be an illusion but I might as well try, might as well try
>
>She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
>I knew without asking she was into the blues
>She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
>I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls
>
>In the thick of the evening when the dealing got tough
>She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
>As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
>I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before
>
>Too pat to open and too cool to bluff -- my hat is off to that line.
>

I had forgotten that one. Indeed it is a *great* line.

There is some beautiful poetry in folky-bluesy-country music.

My favorites are generally from Leonard Cohen ( the grand master of them all ), Don Henley ( with whatever lyrical contributions were made by other Eagles ) and Tom Waits.

"After the thrill is gone" never ceases to give me chills.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZMqCsPTMKw

And from the master

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCsBWTlhvzg&feature=fvsr

"I know that kind of man, it's hard to hold the hand of anyone who's reaching for sky just to surrender"

"Like any dealer he was watching for the card that was so high and wild he'll never need to deal another."

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