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Post by Blue on Jan 28, 2014 14:35:24 GMT
If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning I'd hammer in the evening, All over this land. I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out a warning, I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. If I had a bell, I'd ring it in the morning, I'd ring it in the evening, All over this land. I'd ring out danger, I'd ring out a warning I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. If I had a song, I'd sing it in the morning, I'd sing it in the evening, All over this land. I'd sing out danger, I'd sing out a warning I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. Well I got a hammer, And I got a bell, And I got a song to sing, all over this land. It's the hammer of Justice, It's the bell of Freedom, It's the song about Love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. It's the hammer of Justice, It's the bell of Freedom, It's the song about Love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. (But the question is if I had a hammer and a rubber duckie, what would I do? Some people are probably rolling their eyes when reading this!)
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Post by billdsmall on Jan 28, 2014 22:11:01 GMT
Thanks for posting the lyrics to that great song, Mr. 1.8. If the little rubber duckie is a relative of Hofman's big rubber duckie, then you probably shouldn't hammer the little fella...
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Post by Blue on Jan 30, 2014 13:30:37 GMT
Well, let's see here . . . . . . . originally Hofman's rubber duck manifested as an icon to spread joy throughout the world regardless of ethnicity or age. But like the golden calf, it became corrupted into an idol to represent superficial, shallow commercialism or materialism. Therefore, if I had a hammer, I would hammer this superficial, shallow idol just like a certain person, who was frustrated with the shallowness and weakness of his people, ended up melting the golden calf and grinding it into fine powder.
(PS. According to certain ancient sources, people were actually not worshiping the golden calf. They were actually worshiping God, who was standing on the golden calf rather than sitting on two cherubims. Politics was interfering with religion as the kings of the Northern Kingdom didn't want people to go down to Jerusalem to worship God. We could also get into a complicated debate on the difference between icons and idols. One could argue that both the cherubims on the Ark of the Covenant and the golden calf are both idols because they reveal the people's insecurity about whether God is really with them and because they are made of materialistic gold that earthly rulers typically use as a symbol of power even though God is supposed to be beyond materialism. In other words, these objects actually interfere and hinder one's relationship with God and therefore cannot be considered icons. Going back to Hoffman's rubber duck: if it's mission to spread joy throughout the world is interfered and hindered by commercialism and materialism, such corruption downgrades the duck from icon to idol regardless of the fact that it is made of more than 200 pieces of PVC rather than gold.)
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Post by billdsmall on Jan 31, 2014 1:48:33 GMT
Do you get paid by the word?! LOL...
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Post by Blue on Jan 31, 2014 2:04:39 GMT
Nope, I don't get paid by the word. I've encountered even wordier people (including certain people in this forum). In my real life non-humanities job, I'm very laconic.
I'll get wordier again if some one asks me to interpret the ending scene of "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."
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Post by billdsmall on Jan 31, 2014 13:05:54 GMT
You know I was just kidding, Mr. Shakuhachi, I always enjoy reading your posts, don't ever change...
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Post by Blue on Feb 1, 2014 10:47:49 GMT
Well, I was alienated by a Bob Dylan concert in Taipei back in 2011, and wrote this response:
How many expensive tickets must I buy Before I realize that CDs are cheaper? How many fare sectors must I secretly pass Before I can clearly see Dylan's face? How many free tickets do politicians receive Before we know they are spoiled? How many "Encore!" must they shout, Before they realize he won't appear again? Yes, how many songs must I listen Before I realize Bob won't sing: The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind
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