The sun came out this afternoon . . .

and started me thinking of songs about sunshine.

Here are a few that occurred to me.

Got any more?

Sunshine on my shoulders
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Here comes the sun
You are my sunshine
I’m walking on sunshine
Sunshine superman
Red Rubber Ball (The morning sun is shining like a . . . )
Don’t let the sun go down on me
Sunrise, sunset (Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset)
Sunshine of your Love

Update: I couldn't resist adding links. And here's one in the comments from Michele:
You are the Sunshine of my Life

Nice Work if You Can Get It

Heh.

Fixing the Auto Industry

"What the country really needs, apparently, is an automobile industry that is rolling out highly fuel-efficient cars, from the cleanest, safest, unionized factories in the world, made by highly paid workers with excellent health and retirement benefits. Of course, the production process needs to be inexpensive and efficient, too, so that the cars are competitively priced and can attract consumers who might otherwise gravitate toward bigger and heavier vehicles."

Emily Dickinson comments on today's weather

The Sky is low –

the Clouds are mean.

A Travelling Flake

of Snow

Across a Barn

or through a Rut

Debates if it will go –

A Narrow Wind

complains all Day

How some one treated

him

Nature,

like Us

is sometimes caught

Without her

Diadem –

Creative composting

Remember my friend Pat Kramer? This piece in the New York Times is about her daughter, Sasha. Be sure to watch the video.

Red Sox

OK. What's the roster gonna be? 25 players. Ortiz, Varitek, and Kotteras take it down to 22. Four known starters: Beckett, Dice-K, Lester, Wake. 18 left. Five infielders: Youk, Destroia, Lowrie, Lugo (supposed to be ready in the first week), and Lowell. 13. OF: Bay, Ellsbury, Drew. 10. Relievers: Little Papi, Delcarmen, Masterson, Okajima. 6 left. One starter, two OFs, two relievers, one other? Pick from Baldelli, Kotsay, Buchholz, Lopez, Ramirez, Penny, Saito, Smoltz, Carter, Van Every? Who's staying? Who's going? I haven't paid enough attention to know.

And what happened to "The Mayor"? And what's his real name?

It's a Lonely Blog

Yes, it is.


There is a luncheon tomorrow for Judge Garry in Albany with all the judges and hangers-on from the 3rd department of the appellate division of the New York Supreme Court.

And I get to go! David, bless his heart, will do morning milking. I'm free from 7am to 5pm. Wow!

I get to wear a suit!

I will be out of my element.

Mom is magnificent. I think I'm an atheist, but every day I thank God that I married your mother. What would she do without me, poor thing?

Paula Abdul, Poet

Finding the Moth and the Melon, Still Looking for the Point
What did you tell me Simon?
What did you tell me?
Simon gave me advice
and he said that on The X-Factor
he always refers to a
fortune cookie
and says the moth
who finds the melon
finds the cornflake
always finds the melon
and one of you didn't get
the right fortune cookie.

(Giving advice to season 5 bottom two dwellers Kevin Covais and Jose 'Sway' Penala during semifinals)

There are more here, but the site is a nuisance to navigate: an ad keeps popping up.

What an Ass

This is the President of the United States? Holy Shit.

Lyric of the Day

If you're Irish, come into the parlor,
There's a welcome there for you.
If you name is Timothy or Pat
Long as you're from Ireland there's a welcome on the mat!

If you come from the County of Clare
or Donnegal so blue,
We'll sing a song and we'll make a fuss.
Whoever you are you are one of us.
If you're Irish, this is the place for you.