All American Rejects: "Gives You Hell"

I wake up every evenin'
With a big smile on my face,
and it never feels out of place.
You're still probabally workin',
at a 9 to 5 pace.
I wonder how bad that tastes.

When you see my face,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.

Now where's your picked fence love?
Where's that shiny car?
Did it ever get you far?
You never seemed so tense love.
I've never seen you fall so hard,
do you know where you are?

And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I’m lying

When you see my face,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.
When you find a man that’s worth a damn and treats you well
Then he’s a fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell

Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself,
"Where did it all go wrong?"
But the list goes on and on.

And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I’m lying

When you see my face,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.
When you find a man that’s worth a damn and treats you well
Then he’s a fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell

Now you'll never see,
what you've done to me.
You can take back your memories,
they're no good to me.
Now here's all your lies,
you can't look me in the eyes,
with that sad sad look that you wear so well.

When you see my face,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.
When you find a man that’s worth a damn and treats you well
Then he’s a fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell

When you see my face,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way,
(I) hope it gives you hell,
hope it gives you hell.

When you hear this song and you sing along but never tell
Then you’re the fool, I’m just as well, hope it gives you hell

When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell

You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell

Excuse me sir, is that a hole in your soul?

Okay, I guess that title is a little over-the-top. I just feel oddly like something is missing in my life and I can't quite put my finger on it. Perhaps it's the very fact that my schedule for this semester is rather light. Or maybe it has something to do with that constant feeling that I don't quite fit in anywhere. I say "anywhere" but there remains that one exception: when I'm with my family. I suppose that's all that should really matter but is it a bad thing to want to feel like I have a place among my peers? Now you say, "David, what are you talking about? You have lots of friends and you're a well-liked and respected guy." I suppose there is some merit to that statement, but having friends and being liked and respected are very different from feeling a sense of belonging. Perhaps this feeling, this perception, is nothing more than a false sense of loneliness. I could go on, but I'm just not feeling it.

Robin Hood

I guess this one is going to be a little political. (You've been warned!)



I'm going to tell you about something that bugs the mess out of me. It's when political figures compare socialism to Robin Hood. I first noticed the fallacy in this while i was sitting on a subway train in Stockholm. There was some kind of political advertisement poster that suggested that the proposed candidate or party (or however it works in Sweden) would tax the rich and give to the poor. The catchphrase at the end of the poster said "upplev Robin Hood" which translates to "experience Robin Hood". The same idea has been pushed by certain political figures (usually Democrats) in this country and it is completely false! Although Robin Hood is a fictional story, we can learn a thing or two from it about how government should work. Nearly everyone is familiar with the phrase "steal from the rich and give to the poor" which is often associated with the story. But has anyone actually considered what that really means? There is a notion among Socialists that it refers to the government placing heavy taxes on the wealthy and giving that money to the poor. This idea is often referred to as a "redistribution of wealth". Was this actually what Robin Hood did? Let's analyze the story.

Robin Hood was a nobleman (the Lord of Loxley) who was ousted from his position by usurpers while he was away fighting in the Crusades with King Richard. Upon his return, he found a society in which the people were heavily taxed and the government officials were living a life of ease. From this brief synopsis, we can see that the "poor" in the story were the common people and the "rich" were government fat cats. Robin Hood didn't take money from people who worked hard to obtain wealth (which is what Socialists desire to do). He was stealing from the government and giving the money back the the people who were heavily taxed. Funny how people twist the meanings of things to suit there needs...

Chew on that one!

Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three.

That time of year again, eh? What's next?

bass?... er, Bass? I could play bass!

Perhaps this is foolish, but I figure why not? I had a dream some days ago (perhaps last week?) in the which I was backstage at a rock concert when suddenly there was a lack of bassist. So I stepped forward, picked up the bass and started to play. Since then, I've had a great desire to learn to play bass and join my brother and friends in an effort to start a rock band. We got together a few nights ago and wrote a song. Daniel had put together a verse on guitar and when he played it, i thought of a few lines and before the evening was over, we (John, Daniel, Josh, and myself) had a whole song. I had thought about posting the lyrics here but then thought better of it. I wouldn't want anybody steal it. But to be fair, I will say what it's about... or something like that. Basically, it's a "graduation song". You know, like Green Day's "Good Riddance". It's kinda sickening to think that sappy high school kids will play it and cry to it at their graduation parties but I guess we're all at some kind of transition in our lives and they were probably the best words that we could come up with to describe what we're experiencing. We're pretty convinced that it's going to be a hit... as soon as we learn to play instruments and get an album recorded.
On an entirely unrelated note: I have learned that sarcasm does not translate well to the written word...

Update...

... I've got nothin.

Catch-up Time

I suppose it's been a while since I've done this and a lot has happened since the last time. First of all there's this:
John Duggan Mayhoffer, age 82, of eastern Boulder County, Colo., died March 6, 2008, on the family farm.He was born on June 21, 1925, to J. David Mayhoffer and Isabella (Duggan) Mayhoffer.John grew up on the family farm and attended schools in Louisville, Colo., graduating in 1943. He immediately went into Naval officer training at the University of Colorado and Colorado College in Colorado Springs. He served on a destroyer in China until the end of the war. At that time, he joined the Naval Reserves for the next 20 years.He returned to the University of Colorado and graduated with a Masters degree in Electrical Engineering in 1954.John married Kathleen Weckmueller in December of 1950, and to this union were born three children. Kathleen was a former Army nurse in the South Pacific. She passed away in 1960. He married Jeane Haynes on Oct. 20, 1962, in San Pedro, Calif.John worked for Public Service Company and Sundstrand, before going to Adolph Coors Company in 1958. He worked in the engineering department for the next 25 years.After retirement, he returned to the family farm and participated in the operation of the farm until the time of his death.John was a life member of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers, Institute of Electrical & Electronics Engineers, the Instrumentation Systems and Automation Society, the U.S. Naval Institute, and the Tri-City Elks.He was a member and served as President for several years of the Goodhue Ditch Company, was a member of the Davidson Ditch Company, and served as a board member of District 6 Water.He had a private pilot’s license and enjoyed flying for many years. Later, he and Jeane enjoyed several trips on Cruise Ships.John is survived by three children: Leannah Frances and husband Rick Baron, David John and wife Tami, and Robert Patrick and wife Jane; eight grandchildren: Kathleen and husband Ryan Norris, John, Jeane, David and Frances Baron, Edward, Michael and Philip Mayhoffer; and four great-grandchildren: Michael, Christi, James and William Norris.Services were held in Louisville on March 15. Interment took place at Green Mountain Cemetery in Boulder with military honors.
Now I'm not posting this to ask for any sympathy from anybody. I found out about my grandfather's passing the day it happened and was a paul bearer at the funeral and didn't shed a single tear (not necessarily something of which I'm proud). I just felt like I should pay tribute to a great man who has had a rather profound influence on my life. I never was quite sure how to feel about his passing (something that's still a bit of a puzzle for me). He's not a man that I particularly loved while he was alive but I like to think that I always had a bit of respect for him. After all, were it not for him, I certainly wouldn't be who I am today... and not just because I have his DNA in my cells. I did feel a measure of sorrow for my grandmother's sake. She's a sweet old lady who is now a widow. She loved him very much and misses him dearly.

My time as an undergrad is coming to a close. I have only two semesters remaining and as of right now, I'm unsure as to what I want to do with my life. There are many possibilities and I'm not sure how much I like any of them... I think I'm just a bit scared of what might come next.

That'll be all for now.