Free Leaf

"Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better than silver or gold..."

Location: Falls Church, Virginia, United States

I have a lot more questions than answers, but I just keep asking. I constantly want to leave, but somehow manage to stay. I am both perfectly happy and completely miserable because of it. I think I am misunderstood but that could just be a huge misunderstanding, either way I guess the best way to put it is, "I ain't often right, but I've never been wrong."


A blog and a song

I don’t like to mention things then go back on them, so when I started a second blog just to keep track of how I am eating and my workouts I wanted to make sure I would stick with it before adding the link here. I have now been doing it for about two weeks and I think that is sufficient enough to say that is part of my day. On there I post every meal I have including supplements everyday of the week. I don’t go into serious breakdowns or anything and one day usually looks a lot like the rest but I am at least keeping track and watching what I eat. I am also posting my workouts, I have always kept track of these in a notebook at the gym but now I am taking what I write down and putting it online. I will also mark my progress by posting my bodyweight and body fat measurements once a week on Sundays. Yes I have calipers, I am a freak like that, plus I sort of have to since losing weight doesn’t really tell the whole story when you lift weights the way I do. So check out Free Leaf Fit and let me know what you think, I would prefer no general comments and hopefully if I do get any feedback it will be workout advice.
And before the song some explaining, with the ongoing situation in Israel I have been following the news but also reading a lot of MidEast blogs to keep updated on the situation. One of them peeped me to another site that offered up the song lyrics from a Bob Dylan song. Since I am a huge Dylan fan, and really how could I not be since he is from Minnesota as I am and he is related to one of my uncles and there is a rumor that his mom was at my parents wedding, his music is always near by the Essentials are in my car and I have a ton of his music on the IPod, so here is The Neighborhood Bully:
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man,
His enemies say he's on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
He's criticized and condemned for being alive.
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin,
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
He's wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
He's always on trial for just being born.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.
He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Every empire that's enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one's command.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
He's the neighborhood bully.
What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin', they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
He's the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully.


Blogger Asian Mistress said...

Trying to copy me huh? J/K

8:22 AM  
Blogger Leaf said...


9:55 AM  

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