{"id":443,"date":"2009-02-12T04:31:00","date_gmt":"2009-02-12T08:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2009\/02\/12\/wednesday-night-i-was-so-much-older-then-im-younger-than-that-now\/"},"modified":"2009-02-12T04:31:00","modified_gmt":"2009-02-12T08:31:00","slug":"wednesday-night-i-was-so-much-older-then-im-younger-than-that-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2009\/02\/12\/wednesday-night-i-was-so-much-older-then-im-younger-than-that-now\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday night – I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Diane and I are home again in VT. after a great couple of days in SF at ISSCC. It was fun getting away from hear.. at the same time I was so excited to see Gabe this afternoon that I hung up on a work colleague to go give him a hug.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/p>\n

We landed in BTV around 10.. then I worked soled until we headed up to Bolton for night riders. We ran into Kristin and Sydney both wearing Gabe’s clothes.. They looked like Gabe Clone… not Gabe Cohn. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Here’s the real deal, just for comparison.. <\/div>\n

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It was raining like crazy out.. so Diane and I only watched the first couple of runs.. We were getting soaked so we headed inside. I started to bum french fires off of friends.. until Even and Ellis conspired to make me a mustard loaded frie. This is in retaliation to the mustard filled twinkie that I once made for Evan.. They say that revenge is a dish that’s best served cold.. but no one ever said that about french fries. <\/div>\n

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We sat up in the lounge waiting for the Night Riders competition to come to a soggy close.
As we were sitting there, this Bob Dylan song came on the music system .. <\/p>\n..<\/p>\n<\/tr>\n\n
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<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/span> http:\/\/www.mp3lyrics.org\/yq<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Bob Dylan<\/i>:\u00a0 My Back Pages<\/u><\/b>:<\/p>\n

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now. <\/b><\/p>\n

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.
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Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient ..history<\/a>..
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, thought, somehow
Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org\/yq<\/a> <\/font>
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now. <\/b><\/p>\n

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.
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In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.
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Yes, my guard stood hard
when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.<\/b><\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Diane and I are home again in VT. after a great couple of days in SF at ISSCC. It was fun getting away from hear.. at the same time I was so excited to see Gabe this afternoon that I hung up on a work colleague to go give him a hug.\u00a0\u00a0 We landed in … Continue reading Wednesday night – I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-443","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/443","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=443"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/443\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=443"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=443"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=443"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}