Words I REALLY Wish I Wrote: My Favorite Owl City Lyrics

I'm not ashamed to admit that Owl City (aka Adam Young) is one of my favorite musicians. I could listen to his deceptively simple tunes and oh-so-clever lyrics all day long and not get tired of them. And sometimes I do. (Like today, for instance.)

While it's true that many of Owl City's songs sound similar musically – a criticism often made by his detractors – the songs are all very diverse lyrically. Sometimes you can't tell exactly what he's talking about, and that's okay, because it's so cleverly worded that you just go with it and don't ask too many questions. Most of the time, though, it's pretty clear what he's talking about.

One thing that Owl City is not ashamed to include in his music – even though he's often considered mainstream pop – is frequent references to his Christian faith. The ways in which he incorporates his beliefs into his lyrics are usually subtle, but they're hard to mistake for anything else. Critics also point this out as a reason for not liking his music. I, on the other hand, think it's probably the best thing about his music.

Below are some of my favorite lyrics from Owl City's songs. Hope you'll enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy listening to them.

"Take me above your light

Carry me through the night

Hold me secure in flight

Sing me to sleep tonight..."

~ "Hello Seattle"

"I am floating away

Lost in a silent ballet

I'm dreaming you're out in the blue

And I am right beside you

Awake to take in the view.

Late nights and early parades

Still photos and noisy arcades

My darling, we're both on the wing

Look down, and keep on singing!

And we can go anywhere..."

~ "On The Wing"

"Street lights glisten on the boulevard

And cold nights make staying alert so hard.

For heaven's sake, keep me awake

So I won't be caught off guard.

Clearly I am a passerby

But I'll find a place to stay..."

~ "Rainbow Veins"

"(Time together is never quite enough)

When you and I are alone

I've never felt so alone

(What will it take to make or break this hint of love?)

We need time, only time.

(When we're apart, whatever are you thinking of?)

If this is what I call home

Why does it feel so alone?

(So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?)

All the time, all the time..."

~ "The Saltwater Room"

"I'm just a show, as far as I can tell..."

~ "Air Traffic"

"I regarded the world as such a sad sight

Until I viewed it in black and white.

Then I reviewed every frame and basic shape

And sealed the exits with caution tape.

Don't refocus your eyes in the darkness

And don't remember this place unless

I describe all the things that you cannot see.

And we'll unravel the mystery..."

~ "Dear Vienna"

"When you wake up on your own

Look around you, 'cause you're not alone.

Let your hopes go and they'll survive

'Cause this is the future, and you are alive.

You're headed home..."

~ "This Is The Future"

"If the bombs go off, the sun will still be shining

Because I've heard it said

That every mushroom cloud has a silver lining

Though I'm always under mining, too deep to know..."

~ "Cave In"

"I just don't foresee myself getting drowsy

When cold integrity keeps me wide awake..."

~ "Cave In"

"I'll keep my helmet on

Just in case my head caves in

'Cause if my thoughts collapse

Or my framework snaps

It'll make a mess like you wouldn't believe.

Tie my handlebars to the stars

So I stay on track.

And if my intentions stray

I'll wrench them away

Then I'll take my leave

And I won't even look back..."

~ "Cave In"

"Home will always be here

Unseen, out of sight

Where I disappear and hide.

I think dreamy things

As I'm waving goodbye

So I'll spread out my wings

And fly..."

~ "Umbrella Beach"

"I'd rather pick flowers instead of fights..."

~ "Dental Care"

"I've been to the dentist a thousand times, so I know the drill..."

~ "Dental Care"

"When hygienists leave on long vacations

That's when dentists scream and

Lose their patience (patients)..."

~ "Dental Care"

"Talking only brings the toothaches on

Because I say the stupidest things.

So if my resolve goes south

I'll swallow my pride with an aspirin

And shut my mouth..."

~ "Dental Care"

"I can finally see

That You're right there beside me.

I am not my own

For I have been made new.

Please don't let me go

I desperately need You..."

~ "Meteor Shower"

"I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly.

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay

Awake when I'm asleep.

'Cause everything is never as it seems..."

~ "Fireflies"

"If speed's a pro, inertia must be a con

'Cuz the cold wind blows at precise rates

When I've got my ice skates on..."

~ "The Tip Of The Iceberg"

"I'll travel the sub-zero tundra

I'll brave glaciers and frozen lakes.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg –

I'll do whatever it takes

To change..."

~ "The Tip Of The Iceberg"

"The stars lean down to kiss you

And I lie awake and miss you.

Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.

'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly

But I'll miss your arms around me.

I'll send a postcard to you, dear

'Cause I wish you were here..."

~ "Vanilla Twilight"

"I'll watch the night turn light blue

But it's not the same without you

Because it takes two to whisper quietly.

The silence isn't so bad

Till I look at my hands and feel sad

'Cause the spaces between my fingers

Are right where yours fit perfectly..."

~ "Vanilla Twilight"

"I'll find repose in new ways

Though I haven't slept in two days

'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.

But drenched in vanilla twilight

I'll sit on the front porch all night

Waist-deep in thought, because

When I think of you, I don't feel so alone..."

~ "Vanilla Twilight"

"As many times as I blink

I'll think of you tonight..."

~ "Vanilla Twilight"

"When violet eyes get brighter

And heavy wings grow lighter

I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.

And I'll forget the world that I knew

But I swear I won't forget you.

Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past

I'd whisper in your ear:

'Oh, darling, I wish you were here'..."

~ "Vanilla Twilight"

"I wish I could cross my arms

And cross your mind

'Cause I believe

You'd unfold your paper heart

And wear it on your sleeve.

All my life I wish I broke mirrors

Instead of promises

'Cause all I see

Is a shattered conscience

Staring right back at me..."

~ "Tidal Wave"

"Lift your arms, only Heaven knows

Where the danger grows

And it's safe to say

There's a bright light up ahead

And help is on the way..."

~ "Tidal Wave"

"I forget the last time I felt brave

(I just recall insecurity)

'Cause it came down like a tidal wave

(And sorrow swept over me)

Then I was given grace and love

(I was blind, but now I can see)

'Cause I found a new hope from above

And courage swept over me..."

~ "Tidal Wave"

"It hurts just to wake up

Whenever you're wearing thin

Alone on the outside

So tired of looking in.

The end is uncertain

And I've never been so afraid.

But I don't need a telescope

To see that there's hope

And that makes me feel brave..."

~ "Tidal Wave"

"Reality is a lovely place

But I wouldn't want to live there..."

~ "The Real World"

"It's suffocating to say

But the female mystique takes my breath away

So give me a smile or give me a sneer

'Cause I'm trying to guess here..."

~ "Deer In The Headlights"

"Living close to the ground

Is seventh heaven

'Cause there are angels all around.

Among my frivolous thoughts

I believe there are beautiful things

Seen by the astronauts.

The indications revealed

That few of us realize life is quite surreal.

So if you're dying to see

I guarantee there are angels

Around your vicinity..."

~ "Angels"

"I keep my knees black and blue

Because they often hit the hardwood floor.

And I believe, so I'm not

Praying to the ceiling anymore..."

~ "Angels"

"Don't remind me

That some days I'm a windshield

And other days I'm just a lucky bug..."

~ "Honey And The Bee"

"My captain on the snowy horse

He's coming back to take me home.

He'll find me fighting back the terrible thwarts

'Cause I'm not afraid to die alone..."

~ "Kamikaze"

"Dear God, I was terribly lost

When the galaxies crossed and the sun went dark.

Dear God, You're the only North Star

I would follow this far..."

~ "Galaxies"

"Oh, telescope, keep an eye on my only hope

Lest I blink and get swept off the narrow road

Hercules, you've got nothing to say to me

'Cause you're not the blinding light that I need.

For He is the saving grace of the galaxies..."

~ "Galaxies"

"A high-speed collision gave a new sense of sight to me

And now my vision can render the scene –

A blurry image of wreckage and roadside debris.

Happiness returned to me through a grave emergency..."

~ "Hospital Flowers"

"The curtains decayed – the daylight poured in

I was never afraid of the darkness again.

My burns were third-degree – but I'd been set free

'Cause grace had finally found its way to me..."

~ "Hospital Flowers"

"I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest.

The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time.

Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus.

If I were to pluck on your heartstrings

Would you strum on mine?"

~ "Plant Life"

Googling Myself

Bored and in need of cheap entertainment, I decided to Google myself. For the uninitiated, this is not something dirty. Googling yourself just means looking up your name on the Internet to see what you can find out about yourself or other people who share your name.


Here's what I found out...


1)  I am not an NFL wide receiver for the Denver Broncos (and thereby future target for future Hall of Famer, Peyton Manning). This guy is...

Jason Hill, wide receiver

I know this to be true, because me and this guy look nothing alike. Also, I was not born in San Francisco, California; I was born in Greenville, North Carolina. And I am 34 years old, not 27. So this can't be me.



2)  I am not the designer of a revolutionary electric and plug-in hybrid/electric vehicle called the Aptera. This guy is...

Jason Hill and his Aptera

I have to admire the space-age technology and design of this eco-friendly vehicle, but I can only admire it. I can't be proud of it, because I didn't design it. And I can't get one, because I couldn't afford it. Nope, this guy is definitely not me.



3)  Though I am redheaded and have visited Minnesota, I am not an assistant professor in Bioproducts and Biosystems Engineering at the University of Minnesota. This guy is...

Jason Hill, with some plants

Truthfully, I don't know the first thing about Bioproducts, or Biosystems, or even Engineering for that matter. And I didn't get my undergraduate degree in Biology at Harvard College, either. So this is most likely not me, either.



4)  I am not the host of Chef Tips, one of YouTube's most popular cooking shows. This guy is...

Chef Jason Hill, food know-it-all

It's all I can do to whip up a batch of spaghetti, an occasional Hamburger Helper, and maybe – on a good day – a sautéed chicken entree. Giving cooking tips on an online cooking show? Nope, not me.



5)  I am not a photographer and English teacher in Japan. This guy is...

Jason Hill, photographer

Although I do occasionally like to look up and to the left for no apparent reason, I am only an amateur photographer. And the closest I've ever gotten to teaching English is yelling at my Kindle to an author who can't hear me upon encountering a plethora of unconscionable grammatical and spelling errors. Also, I've never even visited Japan. So this can't be me, either.



6)  I am not now – nor was I ever – the lead singer and guitarist for a (now-defunct) rock band called Louis XIV. This guy is/was...

Jason Hill (2nd from left) with members of Louis XIV

While I do play the guitar a little bit and enjoy singing, I do not now – nor did I ever – live in Paris, France, where this band originally formed. Nor would I ever give any album I produced the inane title of Slick Dogs And Ponies. So, I'm pretty sure that this is also not me.



7)  I am not the Associate Professor and Director of the Teaching Practicum at DePaul University. This guy is...

Jason Hill: ethicist, philosopher, and theorist

I was not educated at Purdue University; it was East Carolina University for me. My areas of specialization are not ethics, social and political philosophy, or race theory. And while I am putting the finishing touches on two books currently, they are not titled The Cosmopolitan Social Contract or A Dictatorship Of Virtue: Global Norms In A Multicultural World. So, I will have to keep looking for myself, because this is certainly not me either.



8)  I am not a film and television actor whose resume includes guest spots on series such as Breaking Bad, Into The West, and The Witching Hour. This guy is...

Jason Hill, working actor

While I am a bit of an amateur actor (mostly at church and once in community theater), I have never appeared in any film or television show. Mostly, this is because no one would want me to. I am not photogenic. So this person also cannot be me.



9)  I am not a PGA golfer and winner of the 2001 Steamtown Classic. This guy is...

Jason Hill, still gloating about that one win 11 years ago

For one, I don't even like golf. I don't like to watch it, and the one time I played it, I also didn't find it to be much fun. Besides that, I don't know where Steamtown is, or what makes it "classic." So I can only conclude that this fellow is also not me.



10)  I am a blogger and advertising copy writer/editor. I do have red hair and a beard. This guy....

Jason Hill, blogger

...could quite possibly be me. Let's see, what does it say about him? "I'm not who I am. I'm not who I seem." Hmm, maybe I've made a mistake. "I'm somebody else." Yes, I've definitely made a mistake. Reading on... "Who am I really?" Huh, even he doesn't know who he is. Well, I guess I'll keep looking....

I'm Feeling Weird Today – Don't Say I Didn't Warn You...

I didn't sleep very well last night. We went to bed around 8:30, while it was still partially light outside. I wasn't sleepy, but my wife was, and the couch isn't comfy enough for casual napping.

Mary was in and out of sleep while I read till about 12:30. I finished reading three short books on my Kindle. One was really interesting, one was pretty awful, and the other one was just okay. I barely made a dent in the other 9 books I'm reading right now. (Yes, 9 at a time. Do I have A.D.D.?)

Also, we had a midnight snack – literally, we ate some crackers at midnight. Mary also had a small bowl of cereal (Honey Nut Cheerios). I didn't feel like cereal.

When I finally got to sleep, I dreamed about calling the Chrysler dealership to get my van worked on. I don't normally take it there. A guy I know at my church who has his own shop is much more reasonable and trustworthy, so I usually just take it there.

Anyway, in the dream I'm telling the guy at Chrysler all the things that might need to be fixed and that a general overall checkup of the van would probably also be a good idea.

While making this call, I'm sitting on the curb at the intersection of Greenville Boulevard and Memorial Drive (for you out-of-towners, I'm talking about Greenville here).

As the guy on the phone gives me estimates on each thing to be repaired, I'm writing down the prices in chalk on the road (the Memorial Drive side, if you must know).

The guy tells me it's going to be approximately $1,546 to fix everything. I don't know how he comes to this figure exactly, but it's exorbitant in my opinion.

I write the number down in chalk just as a gray-and-black Chevy comes around the corner – it kind of looks like an unmarked Highway Patrol car. I have to quickly scurry out of the way to avoid getting hit by the Chevy.

I drop my chalk in the process, which promptly gets crushed under the Chevy's speeding tires.

At this point, I wake up. I'm confused, and a little nervous. After all, I've just been nearly hit by a car in my sleep. This is traumatic.

Apparently, I've been slobbering on my pillow. That's kind of gross.

A few snooze-button smacks later, and we're up and at 'em. (What does that phrase mean exactly? Up and at who? Or should I say "whom"?)

I check my morning websites. Facebook to see if I have any notifications worth noting, and to catch up on my moves in the many Words With Friends games I'm playing. I check this blog to see how many people aren't reading it. Amazon.com – both the MP3 and Kindle stores. ESPN.com for baseball scores and a quick glance at the NBA scores, which I sort of care about but mostly don't. Smashwords and Feedbooks for any new, interesting e-books that were released during my sleep. Gmail – to see if I have any emails. (I don't.)

While I'm doing all that, I'm also watching the two episodes of The Dick Van Dyke Show that I DVR'd yesterday. I haven't seen these shows in years. They're still funny some fifty years after they originally aired.

I'm also brewing a pot of coffee. Starbucks brand, not because I have to have "the best." Because it was on sale last week. It smells kind of awful in the bag, but once I brew it and add a little Peppermint Mocha creamer and three Splendas, it tastes just fine.

Slowly I wake up. Time to start the day in earnest, which means a shower. I can get by without shaving for one day. No, I can't. So I do, and I'm well on my way to being late for work yet again.

Vaguely, I wonder if the $1,546 included the oil change, or if that was going to be extra. And also, if that really was an unmarked Highway Patrol car, who would I call if I got hit by it? Would he have stopped?

It strikes me that I haven't had any collards lately. Mary isn't going to be cooking up a batch of them anytime soon – just the smell of collards makes her nauseated. Cabbage too. I might have to make a little trip to Bum's in Ayden soon. Good stuff, that.

I don't know my lines for the VBS play, and Howard and I are practicing tonight. 65 lines in 4 weeks is pretty challenging. I have to be energetic.

This just hits me now – I have to be energetic at practice tonight. I have had far too little caffeine to be energetic in just a few hours.

I'll be right back...

"Frat Boys", "Alexis' Exes", And "Under My Skin": Three Unusual Drabbles

If you're reading this, thanks! I'll keep it brief, I promise. I know not everyone who reads this blog likes to or chooses to read my fiction, even when I'm posting über-short pieces like these drabbles. But I would like to sincerely thank you, dear Reader, for clicking on the link and lending me the minute or two of your time that it will take to read these. I hope you'll find that it was worth the effort. ~ JPH

"FRAT BOYS"

Don’t you just love living in a college town where you can’t take ten steps in any direction without running into one of those stereotypical frat boys with their ridiculously thick, sprayed-to-helmet-hardness hair, long-sleeve button-down shirts (crisp white, of course), plaid twill shorts, and periwinkle boat shoes, driving their cherry-red sports cars, living to drink and drinking to live while barely paying their rent (thanks to Mom and Dad), and spouting off inane phrases like, "I feel ya, Bro!" in response to any and everything said to them? Yeah, college towns are the best.

"ALEXIS' EXES"

Will said I was too skinny. Eddy didn’t like my shoes. Roscoe got transferred out of state. Eli went to the restroom after dinner and never returned. Petie and I stopped going out after he barfed in my popcorn. Rob said I was too chubby. Elliott didn’t like my driver’s license photo. Gus found out I was Protestant and stopped calling. Nick said he wanted to see other people – after I asked him out for the first time! Andy just wanted to be friends. Nate broke up with me in a text. Tim got arrested. It’s been a rough year....

"UNDER MY SKIN"

An alarmingly long centipede just crawled out of a hole in my leg. I don’t know what it was doing in there or how long it was underneath my skin, but I am seriously creeped out right now. Surprisingly, I never felt anything unusual – neither from the burrowing centipede nor the inexplicable hole in my leg (scarcely larger than the point of a pencil). I’m not in pain or bleeding, which at least is something. When I squash the centipede, a viscous greenish-yellowish-reddish fluid gushes out. Serves him right. I’m not a fan of this situation at all.

8 Things To Do When You're Angry (To Avoid Staying That Way)

If you're like me – which I hope you're not – you're sometimes prone to sudden outbursts of anger.

Maybe it's when you're sitting in traffic, going absolutely nowhere for the foreseeable future, and you have lost what tiny shred of patience you once possessed.

Maybe it's during class – if you're a teacher or a student – and someone in the room is being particularly talkative, annoying, or smelly – and you can no longer restrain your ire.

Maybe your husband or your wife isn't listening to you, and you have to keep repeating yourself time after time after time, and you've had it up to HERE (you can't see my hand right now, but it is hovering at a level roughly three inches above the top of my head).

Maybe your boss or your coworker is being a jerk, and you've tried to be understanding, tried to be a responsible adult, tried to understand that "people will be people" and there's nothing you can do about it. But enough's enough, and something's got to give, and all those other tired clichés, and before you know it, you're flying off the handle.

Whatever your situation, let's say you can't take it anymore and you're about to erupt – or you may have already erupted – into a fit of uncontrollable rage.

For times like these, I offer this simple list of things you can try to potentially assuage your own anger and help you regain your composure so that you don't make a fool of yourself, hurt someone else, or raise your blood pressure to a dangerously high level.


WHEN YOU ARE ANGRY....



1)  Take a deep breath, shut your eyes tightly, and then try to list the names of the Seven Dwarfs.  If you are a perfectionist, and cannot stand to start something that you can't finish, and you know that you don't know the names of all the Seven Dwarfs, then you might not want to try this, as doing so may make you frustrated, thereby increasing your anger.


2)  Clasp your hands together tightly, tap your right foot quickly (or your left foot if you are left-handed), and imagine that you are on a deserted island in the middle of the South Pacific.  As you envision the crystal-blue water lapping at the white sand at your feet, it is impossible to remain angry at whatever it is that you're angry about. If you are someone who has a fear of abandonment, you may not want to try this particular scenario, as you may realize that on a deserted island far away from civilization you have, in essence, been abandoned not only by your friends and family, but indeed by all humanity – a thought which may trigger your feelings of abandonment and thereby increase your level of anger.


3)  Force yourself to smile, look up at the ceiling, and start singing "100 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall" as loud as you possibly can.  If you – like myself – do not drink beer or, indeed, any kind of alcohol – you may want to substitute your beverage of choice (as well as its appropriate container) in the chorus of the song. For instance, "100 Mugs of Skinny Decaf Caramel Macchiatos On The Wall." However, if you lack patience, and this factors in as a primary cause for your anger, you may not want to attempt this method, as it does take quite a while to complete the song, and you may become exasperated and wish to injure yourself or others in fits of unbridled rage as a result of your impatience.


4)  Run to the nearest bathroom, select your favorite bottle of shampoo, and count the number of times the letter "P" is used on the bottle's labeling.  Be sure to include the number of times the letter is used in the ingredients (usually, quite a lot of chemicals start with or contain the letter "P") as well as in the copyright and bottling location information. Once you have determined the total number of "P"'s, divide the number by 2 and adopt whatever number you come up with as your new favorite number. If you happen to find yourself in a car or the workplace when the sudden burst of anger overtakes you, you might want to grab the nearest vehicle operation manual or employee handbook, respectively, and count the "P"'s. The point of this exercise is, of course, that in the time that it has taken to tally up all the "P"'s you have not only forgotten what you were angry about in the first place, but you have also gained a new favorite number.


5)  Hum through one verse of your favorite pop song while clapping your hands to the beat inside your head, then write down all the words you can think of that rhyme with "walrus."  Don't just go with the obvious choices, such as "bus," "cuss," and "pus" – try to come up with some clever near-rhymes as well, such as "all of us," "bald wuss," and "all flushed," to name just a few. "Walrus" being such an absurd and happy word as it is, and the majority of its rhyming words being equally cheery (with the possible exception of "pus") will quickly lighten your mood and better enable you to deal with whatever it is that's driving you to become so outraged.


6)  Google to find a picture of your least favorite President (mine is Franklin Pierce), print it out, pin it to your wall (whether at home, the office, or wherever), and throw darts at it.  Give yourself ten points for each hit in (or in the general vicinity of) the eyes; five points for a hit to the heart (since no one seems to agree on exactly where the heart is located in the chest, this is a broader target range); and one point for any other hit on the torso, limbs, or extremities. By performing this simple exercise, you will redirect your anger to an entirely different entity, one perhaps more worthy of your aggression, and thereby calm yourself to the point where you can continue on with your day. If your least favorite President just happens to be the source of your current fit of rage, you may want to substitute his picture with a printed picture of your least favorite Teletubby instead.


7)  Roll up your sleeves, click your tongue against your teeth seventeen times, and begin making flatulent noises with your armpits.  If you are a lady and find this type of behavior to be unbefitting your nature or character, consult the nearest guy and ask him to perform this most unique type of "music" with his armpits in your presence. No matter what your level of sophistication or propriety may be, you will quickly find that you are unable to restrain yourself from laughing at the absurd juvenility of it all. While you are guffawing and quite possibly turning beet-red from the neck up, you will simultaneously be losing all recollection of your recent fit of rage, as well as whatever it was that triggered your anger in the first place.


8)  Crawl inside the trunk of your car, shut yourself in, and scream for help at the top of your lungs.  If you think you will not be rescued within a reasonable amount of time, you might want to pack a small lunch and plenty of drinking water to soothe your aching throat after screaming for so long. The stress and panic that you have created for yourself will override any anger that you felt toward yourself, another person, or a certain situation. Once you are rescued from your car, the exhilaration and relief you will feel will further obliterate any feelings of rage that may have been consuming you. You may even be interviewed by a local TV station for your courage and bravery to survive such a harrowing ordeal. This type of attention may result in a significant boost of your self-esteem level, possibly preventing further outbursts of anger which may have arisen from an irrational self-hatred that you didn't even know you'd been struggling with.


These methods are neither time-tested nor foolproof – they're simply things to try, to see if they work for you. Some of them have worked for me in the past. Some of them I just thought of today, and I plan to try the next time I get crazy-angry. Maybe they'll work for you, and maybe they won't. But at least I've given you something to think about, and perhaps that's enough.

Things I Find Fascinating: 10 Things Everyone Should Know About Rutherford B. Hayes

Rutherford B. Hayes, 19th President of the United States

1)  Hayes gained the presidency in 1876 in the most fiercely disputed election in American history.  Long before Bush v. Gore, there was another highly controversial presidential election between Rutherford B. Hayes, the Republican candidate, and Samuel J. Tilden, the Democratic candidate. Hayes lost the popular vote by 264,000 votes. But as we all know, the electoral vote is what really counts. Three days after Election Day, Tilden seemed to have won with 184 electoral votes, but that was one vote short of a majority. That didn't seem to matter too much, since Hayes had only 166 electoral votes. However, the electoral votes of Louisiana, South Carolina, and -- you guessed it! -- Florida were still in doubt. Voter fraud by both parties put the results in each of those states under scrutiny. Further complicating matters, one of the three electors from Oregon was disqualified, lowering Haye's total votes to 165, with 20 electoral votes (from the three states) still in question. If either candidate could legitimately claim the disputed votes, he would be elected president. By January of 1877, with the election still unresolved, Congress and President Ulysses Grant agreed to submit the matter to a bipartisan Electoral Commission, which would be authorized to determine the fate of the disputed electoral votes. After some further dispute about what persons should make up the Electoral Commission (it ended up being 6 Democrats, 8 Republicans, and 1 Independent), the Commission convened in February and voted by a majority to award all 20 electoral votes to Hayes. Democrats, outraged by the result, attempted a filibuster to prevent Congress from accepting the Commission's findings. Inauguration Day (March 4th) was quickly approaching, and somebody somehow had to come to a decision. Ultimately, Republican and Democratic Congressional leaders negotiated a compromise: Republicans promised that, in exchange for Democratic acquiescence in the Committee's decision, Hayes would withdraw federal troops from the South and accept the election of Democratic governments in the last "unredeemed" states of the South. The Democrats agreed, and on March 2nd (two days before Inauguration Day), Hayes was elected, and Reconstruction was over. (Side note: Some Democrats never fully accepted the legitimacy of Hayes' presidency, derogatorily nicknaming him "Rutherfraud" and "His Fraudulency.")


2)  Long before it was common or even generally accepted, Hayes was raised by a single mother.  Sadly, Rutherford's father (also named Rutherford) died ten weeks before his son was born. Hayes' mother, Sophia, brought up Rutherford and his sister Fanny almost entirely on her own. Sophia's brother, Sardis, stayed with the family for a time, and became somewhat of a father figure to the young Rutherford, but Sophia would never remarry.


3)  Hayes once practiced law with the father of a future First Lady.  Early in his law career in Cincinnati, Hayes opened a practice with a fellow lawyer named John W. Herron. Herron's daughter, Helen, later married William Howard Taft, who would become the 27th President of the United States.


4)  Hayes was wounded five times during his military service in the Civil War. When the war began, Hayes decided to leave his successful career in politics to join the Union Army. Throughout his service, Hayes earned a reputation for bravery in combat and was ultimately promoted to the rank of major general.


5)  Upon being elected President, Hayes pledged not to run for reelection at the end of his term. He kept his promise, returning to his family home, Spiegel Grove, in Fremont, Ohio. While this may not seem all that spectacular of a factoid, it's important to note that many, many politicians -- Presidents included -- have made similar claims, and have gone on to not only run for reelection, but actually be reelected.


6)  In 1878, following the Paraguayan War, Hayes arbitrated a major territorial dispute between the nations of Paraguay and Argentina. Hayes awarded the disputed land in the Gran Chaco region to Paraguay, and the Paraguayans honored him by renaming a city (Villa Hayes) and a department (Presidente Hayes) in his honor.


7)  During Hayes' presidency, considerable attention was given to the border between Mexico and Texas. Throughout the 1870's, "lawless bands" were often known to cross the Mexican border on raids into Texas. Three months after taking office, Hayes granted the Army the power to pursue bandits, even if it required them to cross into Mexican territory to do so. Mexican President Porfirio Díaz took exception to this order and sent his own troops to the border. Ultimately, Díaz and Hayes agreed to jointly pursue bandits and Hayes agreed not to allow Mexican revolutionaries to raise armies in the United States. Violence along the border decreased, and in 1880 Hayes revoked the order allowing pursuit into Mexico.



8) Hayes invoked a no-alcohol policy in the White House for the duration of his presidency. The first reception at the Hayes White House included wine; however, Hayes was dismayed at the drunken behavior at receptions hosted by ambassadors around Washington, D.C., leading him to follow his wife Lucy's temperance leanings. His temperance policy also paid political dividends, strengthening his support among Protestant ministers. The policy was also a success in convincing prohibitionists to vote Republican. As a result of this policy and her well-known advocacy of temperance, Hayes' wife was (not entirely affectionately) nicknamed "Lemonade Lucy."



9)  After his presidency, Hayes became an active advocate for educational charities, advocating federal education subsidies for all children. He believe that education was the best way to heal the rifts in American society and allow individuals to improve themselves. In 1889 -- less than 25 years after the end of the Civil War -- Hayes gave a speech encouraging black students to apply for scholarships from the Slater Fund, one of the charities with which he was affiliated. One such student, W. E. B. Du Bois, received a scholarship in 1892. Du Bois went on to become a prominent and well-known civil rights activist, author, historian, and sociologist in the first half of the 20th century.



10)  In 1916, the Hayes Commemorative Library and Museum became the first presidential library in the United States. Upon his death, Hayes' family home was donated to the state of Ohio to become Spiegel Grove State Park. Hayes' body was re-interred there in 1915, and the following year the library was opened, funded by contributions from the state of Ohio and Hayes' family.




Sources: www.wikipedia.org; whitehouse.gov

Poems For Your Perusal: A New Cycle Of Alpha Poetry

Acorns don't fall far from trees
So I worry when I think of me
And all the quirks and crazy things
My mind cooks up -- what does that mean?
I dare to wish (with hesitation)
There's hope for the next generation.


Blow me away
With honesty
It's hard to hear
But necessary.
I'll tell you when
I've had enough
But hopefully
I never will.


Catch my drift
I'm trying to say
The things I'm
Trying not to say.
It's not the time
It's not the place
But I am trying
Anyway.


Drive me to distraction
I welcome the diversion.
Biding time until the time
When saying is believing
And half the fun's in telling.


Elephant in the room
Standing there
Minding his own business
Snuffling away
At the punch bowl
Hoping no one will notice
So far, so good.


First things first
I'd like to say
That I am fine
But not okay.
I need some time
To process this
To catch up on
The things I've missed
By giving up
And letting go
But now I know
I have to know.


Grasping at straws
With slimy fingers
In small containers.
That's about the
Long and short of it.
But progress is
Inevitable.


Hard to swallow
Harder to deny
This is hello
And not goodbye.
We've never been
This far before
But here we are
And there is more.


I hear you
But what you're saying
The words
The cadence
The meaning
What you're telling me
Is unexpected
Say it again
I'm listening.


Jumping the gun
And assuming
Anything at all
Is foolhardy.
Taking for granted
Anything at all
Is dangerous.
Cautious but
Optimistic
This is best
Until...


Keep your eyes open
Reading the words
But understanding
That between them
Are lines, and spaces
White in color
But full of meaning.
This is comprehension
Seeing everything
Even the things
That aren't there.


Last but not least
At least I hope not
I'm standing here knocking
But I think they forgot.
Hello?


My hands are tied
Behind my head
I'm not sure where
I'm being led.
If I should simply
Disappear
Please don't forget
I once was here.


No if's, and's, or but's about it
I'm not qualified to complete
A sentence I never earned.
I appeal to you in all sincerity
To speak on behalf of my release.
(If, of course, you wish me to return.)


Off the top of my head
I can't think of anything
I'd rather be doing
Or anywhere
I'd rather be going
Or anyone
I'd rather be seeing
Than what I'm doing
Where I'm going
And who I'm seeing
In you.


Pin your hopes
On grainy greys
And blacks and whites
And listening.
What you see
And what you hear
Can make a world
Of difference.


Quick as a flash
I dash ahead
Impetuous
And lose my head.
I guess I should
Have slowed a bit
Now that I'm here
And waiting.


Red herrings everywhere
Are making it difficult
To guess the outcome.
You could skip ahead
Read the last page.
Or go to the source
And beg for answers.
But in the end
(Which is truly the beginning)
It will have been
Well worth the wait.


Shop talk -- for me at least --
Is adverbs and question marks
Dashes and participles.
When to use what where
And when not to use it.
I find it fun. But
Most people would lose it!


The third time's a charm
At least that's what they say
Who makes these rules up?
What gives them a say?
What if it takes more than
Three tries to make it --
Not grinning, bearing
And willing to fake it
Not giving up and
Not willing to take it?
Numbers are really
Just words in the end.


Up for grabs
Anyone's guess
How all this will end
How it will progress.
I'm putting my dough
On what I don't know
And that's alright with me.


Very real concerns
Should never be ignored
But cultivated
Into educated guesses
And after some time
Into well-researched answers.
Dwelling in possibilities
Is ever romantic
But knowing, as they say
Is power.


Walking on eggshells
In bare feet
With open wounds
On hot concrete
With a blindfold on --
That's what it's like.


X is the answer
Y is the question
B is the cause
And C is what we'll.


You've got some nerve
Coming in here, rocking the boat
Demanding all kinds of changes
Staying as long as you feel like it.
You know what you can do?
Make yourself at home --
That's what you can do.


Zoom in for a closer look
Let's examine this further.
Yes, I believe you're right
It does appear as though
You have a heart after all.
Good thing, too, since
That Wizard was a fraud.
I guess we couldn't see it
Before because of all that tin.
Funny what you can find
When you just take the time
To look a little harder.