Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Fifth Tool of Manipulation

    Have you ever watched a movie where the star and his sidekick need to get into a building or something, but they haven’t been granted access? You know how they always invent some outrageous story about being sent by or related to the CEO or whatever? And it’s awesome because everybody always believes them. But the thing about this is that we find it funny. Why, though? It’s not because such a scheme would never work and we like to see things like this played out in the realm of fiction. I think it’s because we all know it would work. . ... Do you know what this means?

     I’ve thought of a fifth tool of manipulation.

     Oh, yes. I don’t know exactly what to call this one. “Audacity” would be a good word for it, I think, although it doesn’t quite hit the mark. Basically, the best way to define this new tool is this: A method of manipulation in which the user convinces you to doubt your own sanity or intelligence by bluffing outrageously. They do it in books (just read P. G. Wodehouse), they do it in movies, and they do it in real life. And, again... it works. I know this because I’ve fallen for it.

     All manipulators lie. They lie as easily as they breathe. Deception is the foundation upon which all their social

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas!

     It's ironic how there's so much magic and mystery surrounding Christmas! It seems like this holiday out of all of them is the one that lifts you out of reality to live in a world of Santa Claus and diamond snows and candylands and other delightful things that don't really exist. And yet we are celebrating the most solidly real event in human history. Jesus Christ came to this earth, everybody! He came as a living, breathing baby born in a filthy, earthy, real stable. Beating hearts and frames of flesh and bone housed His soul and those of His family. And so, even though I will never outgrow the magic of Christmastime, I will never forget the reality!

Merry Christmas,


Tuesday, December 21, 2010


A motley band of brothers are we
A scraggly, raggedy crew.
And we gather tonight
In the silver moonlight
Just to sing out our anthem to you!

The owls and mice are our audience
For conductor, we look to the breeze
The grass and the sage
Are our deserty stage
And for harmony we have the bees.

A song without words to write down here
A melody without a tune
And we lift up our cry
To the black velvet sky
As we sing out our hearts to the moon.

We’ve sung since those times long forgotten
And we’ll sing ’til forever has gone
This music unchanged,
And yet never the same
From sunset right up until dawn. 

So just shut your eyes tight and listen
Just breathe in and don’t say a word
Remember our song
And we’ll sing it as long
As we know that somebody has heard.

~ © Andrea Grace

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

In the Middle of December

Summer breezes in December carry scents of candy canes
For a moment there you wonder if it isn’t rather strange.
Lovely weather in the middle of what should be winter’s chill
Only here in Colorado have we summer breezes still!
Just a week ago the wind, it was completely different here
The frigid Arctic blasts that we should have this time of year
And I donned my fluffy socks, and much hot chocolate did I drink
And I looked outside the window, many gloomy thoughts to think.
I guess I’d just forgotten that the spring must come again
Guess I didn’t quite remember there’s an end to winter’s reign.
And the middle of December (who’d have thought it? who’d have known?)
Has conspired just to show me it’s got beauty of its own
So I won’t lose hope for springtime, and I won’t wish winter gone
Just remember to enjoy it as the year goes marching on
Summer breezes in December and the promises they make
Dancing winds that tell of springtime and the season Earth awakes
Fragrant zephyrs bringing sunshine and no hint of winter’s chill
Only here in Colorado have we summer breezes still!

~ © Andrea Grace

Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Roses of Success!

[Caracktacus Potts, Sr. has been entrusted with the seemingly impossible task of building a flying, floating car. Can he do it?]

Evey bursted bubble has a glory!
Each abysmal failure makes a point.
Every glowing path that goes astray
Shows you how to find
A better way.

So every time you stumble,
Never grumble!
Next time you'll bumble even less!
For up from the ashes,
Up from the ashes--
Grow the roses of success!

Grow the roses!
Grow the roses!
Grow the roses of success!
(Oh, yes!)
Grow the roses,
Those rosy roses!
From the ashes of disaster grow the roses of succcess!

{Yes, I know! But he wants it to float!}
[It will!]
For every big mistake you make,
Be grateful!
(Yeah, yeah)
That mistake you'll never make again.
(No sir!)
Every shiny dream
That fades and dies
Generates the steam
For two more tries!

Ohh, there's magic in the wake of a fiasco...


It gives you that chance to second-guess!

Oh, yes!

Then up from the ashes!
Up from the ashes
Grow the roses of success!

Grow the roses!
Grow the roses!
Grow the roses of success!

Grow the roses!
Those rosy roses!
From the ashes of disaster
Grow the roses of success!

Disaster didn't stymie Louie Pasteur!
(No, sir!)
Edison took years tosee the light.
Alexander Graham knew failure well.
It took a lotta nonce to ring that Bell!

So when it gets distressing it's a blessing.
Onward and upward you must press!
Yes! Yes!
'Til up from the ashes
Up from the ashes
Grow the roses of success!

Grow the roses!
Those rosy roses!
From the ashes of disaster

Start the engine!
Batten the hatches!
Man the shrouds....
Lift the anchor!

~ From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang