Why do I have to be different to them?
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend
We have the same old row, again and again
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Of kids that hardly notice I'm around
I work myself to death just to fit in
Greenberg Glusker wins a major trial in a Bel Air property dispute! Proud to be part of a team delivering real results for our clients.
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More great work from NHMLA. Return of the Short (Tyrant) King: A New Paper by Dinosaur Institute Researcher Shows Nanotyrannus Was Not a Juvenile T. rex
Who has seen our Museum's T-Rex Growith display? If you haven't, check it out!!!
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There’s always that strange EOY mix of trying to finish strong and running out of steam.
For me, this Vonnegut quote captures the mood.
How do you the survive year-end crunch mode?
#YearEndReflections#Vonnegut#WorkLifeBalance#ForWhatItsWorth
Attended Tarantino’s Pulp Rock last night @HollywoodPark.
The Spiegel Tent is remarkable — worth the visit alone. The show is campy, but top-notch singing. I plan to revisit his films.
What’s your favorite Tarantino film or scene — and why?
#Tarantino#Film#ForWhatItsWorth
On this day, 112 years ago, Exposition Park and the new museum—then called the Los Angeles County Museum of History, Science, and Art—officially opened to the public. A two-week civic celebration… | Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County https://t.co/7YG7vJdBiP
There are men high up there fishing
Haven’t seen quite enough of the world
I ain’t seen a sign of my heroes
And I’m still diving down for pearls
Let me flow into the ocean
Let me get back to the sea
Let me be stormy and let me be calm
Let the tide in, and set me free
If you feel that it’s real, I’m on trial
And I’m here, yeah, in your prison
Like a coin in your mint
I am dented and I’m spent with high treason
Through a glass eye, your throne
Is the one danger zone
Take me to the pilot for control
Take me to the pilot of your soul
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
2/2
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
1/2
Go on and make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
But you’ll never know
2/2
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
Just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don’t let the uncertainty turn you around (the world keeps turning around and around)
1/2
Where the search for the truth is conducted with a wink and a nod
And where power and position are equated with the grace of God
These times are famine for the soul while for the senses it’s a feast
From the edge of my country, as far as you see, looking east
Lookn out @the road rushn undr my weels
I dont no how 2 tel u all jst how crazy this life feels
I luk around 4 the frends tht I ust 2 turn 2, 2pul me thru
Lookn in2 ther 👀 I c them runin 2
runin on emty
(Runin on) runin blind
(Runin on) runin in2 the sun
Bt I’m runin behind