Because I have errands to run...
I'm super excited that I'll be in Chicago from the 16-19th, but sad that I'll miss this .
Bless this Class - 2005
Lean back, y’all, and drop the books like they’re hot
It’s me - Ludachrist - Sir Ideo Mix-a-lot,
Her to lay down some tracks from my new CD
On all those crazy Blazers down at old HB.
Enough of all that studying and cramming,
For the common good we’ve got to do some jamming.
A regime of licentious benevolence I hereby declare -
Embrace holiday frivolity, off-load all cares.
We’ve come to spread Christmas tidings bright,
Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and all festivals of light.
And we wish Mrs. McGuire, our friend on the mend,
A rollicking Roman bash Saturnalian.
Finally it’s Ideo, cherished time of the year,
When we embrace our pals in love and cheer,
And send this wreath of verses, rhymed and -un,
Rough-hewn, but well meant, to everyone.
In mood both reverent and -ir,
We salute the HB nation that we hold so dear.
From the spirit of our founder Annie Hathaway Brown,
To Mr. Southard’s appendix, wherever it lives now.
Alums, teachers, and staff, all the girls in their uggs,
With these words we wrap you up in metaphorical hugs.
Court Terrell reminds us to save some of our warmest thoughts
For faculty daycare babies in their swaddling cloths.
And don’t let me neglect an affectionate mention
Of those wayward cherubs who sit in Saturday detention.
And even those three chicks none of us ever saw before
Who somehow wound up on the front of that admissions brochure.
But my true mission is to bring full honor and praise
To the most dazzling seniors I’ve seen many a day.
(The hungriest ones too; the senior room’s antiseptically clean,
‘Cause they inhale each molecule of food from places seen and unseen.)
Leaders, thinkers, artists, athletes - what an array
As for their driving - you’re better off taking the RTA.
But we can always count on them, and in my eyes,
Their parking lot sacrifice deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.
It all flows from the top, and I could sing an operatic aria
Of tribute to our senate change agent Terry Cambria.
And Meredith’s been a class prez of such consummate skill,
We ought to put her to work on Capital hill.
O.W.S.’ Jess Herrmann, with compassion and empathy,
Has inspired us to works of care and philanthropy.
Let’s say “Ole” to Felish McDonald, Lysa Chao, and Sar Shemory
Whose magic feet helped take us to soccer glory.
O Katherines, my Katherines, such a profuse abundancy
A quintet of Katies, sublime redundancy
Our most joyous wishes five-fold we dispense,
To the daughters of Moscarino and Trostel, Elmy, Han, and Kleinhenz.
Now Ideo is the season of magic and miracles,
Transformations beyond the reach of reasoning empirical.
Down in the math wing, they must be possessed -
They’re now giving full credit for a half decent guess.
Holy Clio, I can’t believe my ears,
But the history department has banned homework for the rest of the year.
Young progressives and republicans have buried the hatchet
And the time on every clock in the School actually matches.
I hear Annie Shaughnessy has renounced her procrastinating ways,
And Ms. Ackroyd says Linds Morgan is on campus for the entire school day.
Now let me show off my linguistic dexterity
And send glad notions to beings of shining rarity -
Joyeux Noel, Felice Navidad
To Brit Bennett, Jess Hairston, and Dolores Navia.
Emily Lathe, help me festoon this joint with pine, balsam, and mistletoe -
‘Cause that gives me a rhyme for Obiamaka Mbanefo.
It’s Christmas, dears, let’s party from a. to p.m. -
Put your worries away, I don’t want to see ‘em.
Lea Taft, get out there for Bon Appetit,
And feast us with all your skills culinary.
(Or if it’s Tex-Mex chow you’re yearning for totally,
Michele Stover ‘ll make a run over to Chipotle.)
And Sarah Mazanec and Laurel Korb have been up all night baking,
They’ve got desserts that will make your insulin levels start quaking.
Circles under your eyes? Feeling as doggy as Rover?
Don’t worry - Sarah Ferguson will give you a makeover.
Don’t have a nice dress? Nothing you can steal from your sista?
Liza Bergrin will turn you into a fashionista.
We’ll give her design to HB’s textile industry
I mean Jen, Alex, and Rachael, our knitter’s three -
They’ll needle it together right on the spot,
Even Paris Hilton would have to say: “That’s hot.”
Let’s hear some carols, make the welkins ring -
We’ll get Samy and Kayla and the Bravuras out here to sing.
Everybody, get out there and start prancing,
Preeti Gill will teach us how to do some Indian dancing.
Whoa, I’m getting dizzy - my mind is agog,
I think I’ve had too much of that there eggnog.
I swear by Jake Marley I’m in the grip of a trance -
I’m looking into the future, as the days and years advance.
What in tarnation - it’s HB I’m seein’ here
Around the time Maple Buescher is a senior.
Oh no - old man Christ’s still there, barely moving, down halls and up.
Lurching in his walker, beneath his chin a drool cup.
Our sports teams are playing their games at home,
Before multitudinous throngs in the Blazerdome.
Who’s that with a clipboard and whistle - I can’t quite detect her -
Wow - it’s Allison Salewski, athletic director.
I prophecy in my brain’s feverish invention,
That Had Pennington comes back as dean of detentions.
My foresight is fading, the spell’s getting weaker -
But is that Jill Murdoch as Thanksgiving speaker?
(Cranberry, dressing, and a turkey leg,
Topped off with a big helping of Bubonic plague.)
One last prophecy - it’s no mirage -
HB has built a 10,000 car underground parking garage.
What’s that marvelous sound, rising up to the rafters -
It’s the irresistible notes of Shayna Cook’s laughter.
Now I’m awake, back in real time
I’ve got to get some giddy-up in these rhymes.
As you can hear, the poetic horse I rode in on has developed a limp,
Hang in there, ol’ Hathaway, don’t prove a gimp.
I’ll get Kenzie and Rhoni, experts equestrian,
To steady this steed before I wind up a pedestrian.
Let’s go down and see what’s under the tree
Gifts for our seniors, spread about lavishly.
For Meggie Hill and Er Bruno, editors stellar,
May Specularia become a New York Times bestseller.
For Antoinette, the Eldemire’s Von,
May she grow up to become the female LeBron.
I think it would be a very good plan,
If Lib Goddard and Ab Ratcheson became U.S. Ambassadors to Japan.
For Margot Brooks, Chris Gregg, Lauren and Emily White,
Qualifyin’ for the Olympics sounds just about right.
If Kofi Annan is finding things at the U.N. too messy and risky,
He could outsource to Kel Seeger, Em Reid, and Sharon Kaminski.
For Julie Wiencek, we see a prom date with Steve from the O.C.
For Ashley Miles, center court Wimbledon is her destiny.
I heard they’re looking for a new chief at NASA -
Al Szabo and Amy Hollinger have the right stuff they’re after.
And when they head down to the Cape and are put in charge,
They can launch Laurel Ullman from space camp all the way up to Mars.
For actors Holly Hoffman and Stephanie Balint
May Broadway discover their theatrical talent.
The art of Jess Rogen is a lock for a gallery in Soho,
Ditto for Con Hsu and Palmer Abbey in photo.
One of these days, people will ooh, ah and ogle,
When Al Rapoport becomes a country music mogul.
And for filmmaker Liz Ruff we’d like her to have a chance
To premiere her first movie at the Festival in Sundance.
And Santa, Sheree has too many free passes,
All she wants is a day of nothing but classes.
Jane Chisholm’s been keeping the official time and the score,
And she’s signaling I only have a few seconds more,
Arshia, Marg McGraw and Mizz 2 Cute Watson are throwing me the look:
That says, “Somebody please give this guy the hook.”
Good friends, we’ve come to our envoi
Which bids you each a year of “joi.”
Of the city of Cleveland, these girls are the boast,
Nowhere are there grander seniors, check it out coast to coast.
So join me now and raise a cheer
To the noble survivors, so far, of senior year.
Our minions are stirring, vacation pending,
It’s time to bring this caterwaul to an ending.
May these words within you release
A sense of ageless wonder and true belief.
An imagined space in your heart I mean
Where childhood hopes stay evergreen.
But now these season’s thoughts more widely roam,
To men and women far from home.
Where anxious solders and unknown dangers,
Wait upon the world’s arrangers
Alone beneath the stilly flight,
Young solders stand their watch at night.
And pray with nations near and far
That peace rise with the morning star.
Back here in this most beloved place
We ask God’s blessing on all these shining faces.
May each and every one of you prosper and thrive -
But especially the Class of 2005.
Awww... this is so much fun. I can't wait to get home and see all my fellow '05ers (and everyone else too).
And because I find it amusing...
Based on the lj interests lists of those who share my more unusual interests, the interests suggestion meme thinks I might be interested in
1. chris meloni score: 8
2. liberal christianity score: 6
3. gay theology score: 5
4. special victims unit score: 4
5. olivia benson score: 4
6. elliot stabler score: 4
7. progressive christianity score: 4
8. lee tergesen score: 3
9. feminist theology score: 3
10. gay activisim score: 3
11. liberal religion score: 3
12. munch score: 3
13. gender equality score: 3
14. liberation theology score: 3
15. benson score: 3
16. dick wolf score: 3
17. agape score: 3
18. ice-t score: 3
19. gay community score: 3
20. chris keller score: 3
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Bless this Class - 2005
Lean back, y’all, and drop the books like they’re hot
It’s me - Ludachrist - Sir Ideo Mix-a-lot,
Her to lay down some tracks from my new CD
On all those crazy Blazers down at old HB.
Enough of all that studying and cramming,
For the common good we’ve got to do some jamming.
A regime of licentious benevolence I hereby declare -
Embrace holiday frivolity, off-load all cares.
We’ve come to spread Christmas tidings bright,
Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and all festivals of light.
And we wish Mrs. McGuire, our friend on the mend,
A rollicking Roman bash Saturnalian.
Finally it’s Ideo, cherished time of the year,
When we embrace our pals in love and cheer,
And send this wreath of verses, rhymed and -un,
Rough-hewn, but well meant, to everyone.
In mood both reverent and -ir,
We salute the HB nation that we hold so dear.
From the spirit of our founder Annie Hathaway Brown,
To Mr. Southard’s appendix, wherever it lives now.
Alums, teachers, and staff, all the girls in their uggs,
With these words we wrap you up in metaphorical hugs.
Court Terrell reminds us to save some of our warmest thoughts
For faculty daycare babies in their swaddling cloths.
And don’t let me neglect an affectionate mention
Of those wayward cherubs who sit in Saturday detention.
And even those three chicks none of us ever saw before
Who somehow wound up on the front of that admissions brochure.
But my true mission is to bring full honor and praise
To the most dazzling seniors I’ve seen many a day.
(The hungriest ones too; the senior room’s antiseptically clean,
‘Cause they inhale each molecule of food from places seen and unseen.)
Leaders, thinkers, artists, athletes - what an array
As for their driving - you’re better off taking the RTA.
But we can always count on them, and in my eyes,
Their parking lot sacrifice deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.
It all flows from the top, and I could sing an operatic aria
Of tribute to our senate change agent Terry Cambria.
And Meredith’s been a class prez of such consummate skill,
We ought to put her to work on Capital hill.
O.W.S.’ Jess Herrmann, with compassion and empathy,
Has inspired us to works of care and philanthropy.
Let’s say “Ole” to Felish McDonald, Lysa Chao, and Sar Shemory
Whose magic feet helped take us to soccer glory.
O Katherines, my Katherines, such a profuse abundancy
A quintet of Katies, sublime redundancy
Our most joyous wishes five-fold we dispense,
To the daughters of Moscarino and Trostel, Elmy, Han, and Kleinhenz.
Now Ideo is the season of magic and miracles,
Transformations beyond the reach of reasoning empirical.
Down in the math wing, they must be possessed -
They’re now giving full credit for a half decent guess.
Holy Clio, I can’t believe my ears,
But the history department has banned homework for the rest of the year.
Young progressives and republicans have buried the hatchet
And the time on every clock in the School actually matches.
I hear Annie Shaughnessy has renounced her procrastinating ways,
And Ms. Ackroyd says Linds Morgan is on campus for the entire school day.
Now let me show off my linguistic dexterity
And send glad notions to beings of shining rarity -
Joyeux Noel, Felice Navidad
To Brit Bennett, Jess Hairston, and Dolores Navia.
Emily Lathe, help me festoon this joint with pine, balsam, and mistletoe -
‘Cause that gives me a rhyme for Obiamaka Mbanefo.
It’s Christmas, dears, let’s party from a. to p.m. -
Put your worries away, I don’t want to see ‘em.
Lea Taft, get out there for Bon Appetit,
And feast us with all your skills culinary.
(Or if it’s Tex-Mex chow you’re yearning for totally,
Michele Stover ‘ll make a run over to Chipotle.)
And Sarah Mazanec and Laurel Korb have been up all night baking,
They’ve got desserts that will make your insulin levels start quaking.
Circles under your eyes? Feeling as doggy as Rover?
Don’t worry - Sarah Ferguson will give you a makeover.
Don’t have a nice dress? Nothing you can steal from your sista?
Liza Bergrin will turn you into a fashionista.
We’ll give her design to HB’s textile industry
I mean Jen, Alex, and Rachael, our knitter’s three -
They’ll needle it together right on the spot,
Even Paris Hilton would have to say: “That’s hot.”
Let’s hear some carols, make the welkins ring -
We’ll get Samy and Kayla and the Bravuras out here to sing.
Everybody, get out there and start prancing,
Preeti Gill will teach us how to do some Indian dancing.
Whoa, I’m getting dizzy - my mind is agog,
I think I’ve had too much of that there eggnog.
I swear by Jake Marley I’m in the grip of a trance -
I’m looking into the future, as the days and years advance.
What in tarnation - it’s HB I’m seein’ here
Around the time Maple Buescher is a senior.
Oh no - old man Christ’s still there, barely moving, down halls and up.
Lurching in his walker, beneath his chin a drool cup.
Our sports teams are playing their games at home,
Before multitudinous throngs in the Blazerdome.
Who’s that with a clipboard and whistle - I can’t quite detect her -
Wow - it’s Allison Salewski, athletic director.
I prophecy in my brain’s feverish invention,
That Had Pennington comes back as dean of detentions.
My foresight is fading, the spell’s getting weaker -
But is that Jill Murdoch as Thanksgiving speaker?
(Cranberry, dressing, and a turkey leg,
Topped off with a big helping of Bubonic plague.)
One last prophecy - it’s no mirage -
HB has built a 10,000 car underground parking garage.
What’s that marvelous sound, rising up to the rafters -
It’s the irresistible notes of Shayna Cook’s laughter.
Now I’m awake, back in real time
I’ve got to get some giddy-up in these rhymes.
As you can hear, the poetic horse I rode in on has developed a limp,
Hang in there, ol’ Hathaway, don’t prove a gimp.
I’ll get Kenzie and Rhoni, experts equestrian,
To steady this steed before I wind up a pedestrian.
Let’s go down and see what’s under the tree
Gifts for our seniors, spread about lavishly.
For Meggie Hill and Er Bruno, editors stellar,
May Specularia become a New York Times bestseller.
For Antoinette, the Eldemire’s Von,
May she grow up to become the female LeBron.
I think it would be a very good plan,
If Lib Goddard and Ab Ratcheson became U.S. Ambassadors to Japan.
For Margot Brooks, Chris Gregg, Lauren and Emily White,
Qualifyin’ for the Olympics sounds just about right.
If Kofi Annan is finding things at the U.N. too messy and risky,
He could outsource to Kel Seeger, Em Reid, and Sharon Kaminski.
For Julie Wiencek, we see a prom date with Steve from the O.C.
For Ashley Miles, center court Wimbledon is her destiny.
I heard they’re looking for a new chief at NASA -
Al Szabo and Amy Hollinger have the right stuff they’re after.
And when they head down to the Cape and are put in charge,
They can launch Laurel Ullman from space camp all the way up to Mars.
For actors Holly Hoffman and Stephanie Balint
May Broadway discover their theatrical talent.
The art of Jess Rogen is a lock for a gallery in Soho,
Ditto for Con Hsu and Palmer Abbey in photo.
One of these days, people will ooh, ah and ogle,
When Al Rapoport becomes a country music mogul.
And for filmmaker Liz Ruff we’d like her to have a chance
To premiere her first movie at the Festival in Sundance.
And Santa, Sheree has too many free passes,
All she wants is a day of nothing but classes.
Jane Chisholm’s been keeping the official time and the score,
And she’s signaling I only have a few seconds more,
Arshia, Marg McGraw and Mizz 2 Cute Watson are throwing me the look:
That says, “Somebody please give this guy the hook.”
Good friends, we’ve come to our envoi
Which bids you each a year of “joi.”
Of the city of Cleveland, these girls are the boast,
Nowhere are there grander seniors, check it out coast to coast.
So join me now and raise a cheer
To the noble survivors, so far, of senior year.
Our minions are stirring, vacation pending,
It’s time to bring this caterwaul to an ending.
May these words within you release
A sense of ageless wonder and true belief.
An imagined space in your heart I mean
Where childhood hopes stay evergreen.
But now these season’s thoughts more widely roam,
To men and women far from home.
Where anxious solders and unknown dangers,
Wait upon the world’s arrangers
Alone beneath the stilly flight,
Young solders stand their watch at night.
And pray with nations near and far
That peace rise with the morning star.
Back here in this most beloved place
We ask God’s blessing on all these shining faces.
May each and every one of you prosper and thrive -
But especially the Class of 2005.
Awww... this is so much fun. I can't wait to get home and see all my fellow '05ers (and everyone else too).
And because I find it amusing...
Based on the lj interests lists of those who share my more unusual interests, the interests suggestion meme thinks I might be interested in
1. chris meloni score: 8
2. liberal christianity score: 6
3. gay theology score: 5
4. special victims unit score: 4
5. olivia benson score: 4
6. elliot stabler score: 4
7. progressive christianity score: 4
8. lee tergesen score: 3
9. feminist theology score: 3
10. gay activisim score: 3
11. liberal religion score: 3
12. munch score: 3
13. gender equality score: 3
14. liberation theology score: 3
15. benson score: 3
16. dick wolf score: 3
17. agape score: 3
18. ice-t score: 3
19. gay community score: 3
20. chris keller score: 3
changed by ouwiyaru based on code by ixwin
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