tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84006530871587772112024-03-14T00:28:22.349-07:00Traveling MattieThis thing is pointless.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-39464392732314223262009-10-09T04:31:00.001-07:002009-10-09T04:38:27.064-07:00The Great Firewall and Dreaming of the FutureI've been behind the Great Firewall for a while. Having just returned from a trip to Boracay, I probably ought to post some pictures. Right now, I'm in Hong Kong, where I still have access to unfiltered internet. That means, I can watch youtube for the first time in a while, and here's what I found:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1a4J55hKomU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1a4J55hKomU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I am dreaming of a trip to Portugal and Spain next summer. I wonder who would go with me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-83570669502162260422009-07-13T21:13:00.000-07:002009-07-13T21:18:35.689-07:00Alexi Murdoch: All of My Days and another Joe Burton song<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVbIBWGiZSo&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVbIBWGiZSo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />All my days<br /><blockquote>Well I have been searching all of my days<br />All of my days<br />Many a road, you know<br />I've been walking on<br />All of my days<br />And I've been trying to find<br />What's been in my mind<br />As the days keep turning into night<br />Well I have been quietly standing in the shade<br />All of my days<br />Watch the sky breaking on the promise that we made<br />All of this rain<br />And I've been trying to find<br />What's been in my mind<br />As the days keep turning into night<br />Well many a night I found myself with no friends standing near<br />All of my days<br />I cried aloud<br />I shook my hands<br />What am I doing here<br />All of these days<br />For I look around me<br />And my eyes confound me<br />And it's just too bright<br />As the days keep turning into night<br />Now I see clearly<br />It's you I'm looking for<br />All of my days<br />Soon I'll smile<br />I know I'll feel this loneliness no more<br />All of my days<br />For I look around me<br />And it seems He found me<br />And it's coming into sight<br />As the days keep turning into night<br />As the days keep turning into night<br />And even breathing feels all right<br />Yes, even breathing feels all right<br />Now even breathing feels all right<br />It's even breathing<br />Feels all right</blockquote><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2Vvqhh4qXM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2Vvqhh4qXM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Hazy Jane I (Nick Drake cover)<br /><blockquote>Do you curse where you come from,<br />Do you swear in the night<br />Will it mean much to you<br />If I treat you right.<br />Do you like what you're doing,<br />Would you do it some more<br />Or will you stop once and wonder<br />What you're doing it for.<br />Hey slow Jane, make sense<br />Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.<br /><br />Do you feel like a remnant<br />Of something that's past<br />Do you find things are moving<br />Just a little too fast.<br />Do you hope to find new ways<br />Of quenching your thirst,<br />Do you hope to find new ways<br />Of doing better than your worst.<br />Hey slow Jane, let me prove<br />Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move.<br /><br />Do it for you,<br />Sure that you would do the same for me one day.<br />So try to be true,<br />Even if it's only in your hazey way.<br /><br />Can you tell if you're moving<br />With no mirror to see,<br />If you're just riding a new man<br />Looks a little like me.<br />Is it all so confusing,<br />Is it hard to believe<br />When the winter is coming<br />Can you sign up and leave.<br />Hey slow Jane, live your lie<br />Slow, slow jane, fly on by. </blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-41399934703202196572009-06-03T14:21:00.000-07:002009-06-03T14:38:52.899-07:00Having L'Chaim of my Life. Or, at least, Day.Because I love jokes with long setups,<br />Because my brother loves Jewish humor,<br />Because I found the link on Volokh,<br />Because my gf doesn't eat pork,<br />Because I am a fervent anti-dentite (well, not really),<br />And because my Grandpa belongs on a site like <a href="http://www.oldjewstellingjokes.com/">this</a>:<br /><br /><embed src="http://blip.tv/play/gp0J8osCkegl" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="238.5" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed><br /><br />Actually, this one's better:<br /><br /><embed src="http://blip.tv/play/gp0J89hqkegl" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="238.5" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-8430545819819710532009-05-26T23:53:00.000-07:002009-05-26T23:56:03.715-07:00Fado de Lisboa<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IoMRm9r30g&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IoMRm9r30g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />When do I get to go to Lisbon? Well, at least I can see <a href="http://www.regencymovies.com/movieRunDetail.php?movieRunId=7214&movieId=1737&theaterId=17">Fados</a> this week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-67904765024906009542009-05-23T17:00:00.000-07:002009-05-23T17:01:40.133-07:00Interesting Article on Love and the Brainhttp://www.esquire.com/features/mri-of-love-0609Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-3663261992447188352009-05-23T16:15:00.000-07:002009-05-23T17:01:30.636-07:00Phoenix Airport -- What to do?Well, I'm only in the airport -- but the obvious answer is to pick up the signal of the US Airways Lounge, which offers free internet. Well, free internet brought to me by a Verizon ad. Yes, I'm laying over here for a few hours and reflecting on the half-weekend in Austin.<br /><br />The food at South Congress Cafe is still great. I just wish they were better on the service-end. Last time I was in Austin, the waiter dumped all of our food on the ground as he was setting up the serving stand. This morning, we had a 45 minute wait (no problem, cuz we just strolled around the neighborhood), that turned into a lot longer wait. That, of itself, isn't so much of a problem. I don't expect the greeter's estimate to be exact. But, when we came back and were assured that "you're up next" -- and 15 minutes later (after a few parties were seated) we were told that there were only 2 parties in front of us (later, when I looked at the list "2" actually meant "3"!) -- I was a bit frustrated. You see, we were already on a tight timeframe: I had to catch a flight. Saying "Up next" in this case really was the difference between staying and going. So, I bullied them about this little fact -- and they seated us immediately (i.e. "up next" -- sorry, other people) and had an awesome meal. The funny thing was, right before we were seated, and after her boss told us he'd fix the problem and seat us next -- the same greeter assured another party that they were "up next" -- then proceeded to seat not just us, but two other parties ahead of them. Maybe I need to learn to speak Texas if I want to move to Austin. Or maybe it's just a South Austin thing -- and I need to be more laid-back. <br /><br />Other things I learned:<br /><br />I would like to have attended the University of Texas. <br /><br />The peach cobbler at Kerbey Lane is a good substitute for birthday cake. The Hole in the Wall is a cool place (as is probably any place with that name). The Red House has pretty good pizza. Veggie Chorizo can be pretty good. <br /><br />One day I will go to Allen's and indulge in some cowboy boot super-consumerism. They had boots with a $1299.00 price tag -- and probably others that were more expensive if I had looked harder. But, boy oh boy, did I ever want to have some of those boots.<br /><br />And Austin is a place I would love to live. I wonder how I could make that happen?<br /><br />Also, and I didn't learn this first-hand, but it's still on my mind: if you must ride a motorcycle, do not ride it around well past midnight on graduation night in a college town in the area of a bunch of bars. Just not a good idea.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-68624297844682974182009-05-13T21:20:00.000-07:002009-05-13T23:42:51.204-07:00The rest are boys??I realize that "guy" can be used as a unisex pronoun, which is most often how I use it. Nevertheless, I loved reading this today in the <a href="http://www.sltrib.com/ci_12365589">Salt Lake Tribune</a>:<br /><br /><blockquote>"We've got a lot of construction jobs," Adams said, "and most of those guys are men."</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-26176051933400421932009-05-07T18:23:00.000-07:002009-05-07T18:29:29.572-07:00Black-eyed Dog<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDnDxvVjBic&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDnDxvVjBic&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-60983284204007370232009-05-06T10:18:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:55:37.394-07:00In Honor of My Visit to Shanghai: A Part-time ModelA Flight of the Conchords (season 1, episode 1) video that J & J really like:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />. . . and then, another hot one from Flight of the Conchords (beware: "it's not really intended for humans") . . .<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGoi1MSGu64&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGoi1MSGu64&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />But . . . Issues (Think About It) has got to be my current favorite. Yes, Technically, Yes.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmLHOGT0v4c&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmLHOGT0v4c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Seriously, cannot stop laughing. Leave these poor sick monkeys alone, they're sick, they've got problems enough as it is.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-15696127519977022532009-04-29T06:21:00.000-07:002009-04-29T06:53:27.333-07:00How to top Canadian Burgers and Thai Hainan Chicken in Hong Kong*Sadly all the pictures in this post are not actual pictures that I took. My camera battery is dead, and I didn't plan ahead for HK outlets.<br /><br />It's been three years or more since I had <a href="http://www.tripleo.com.hk/en/">Triple O's</a> -- but I tracked down the BC-based burger store here through some very foggy memory. Every bit as tasty as I remembered. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVgAJGbm1Qk/SfhVLLNC4vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JXN2ipgdw40/s1600-h/burger.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVgAJGbm1Qk/SfhVLLNC4vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JXN2ipgdw40/s200/burger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330103809467409138" /></a><br /><br />I've been staying with friends at Shiu Fai Terrace -- just down the street from where I stayed the first time I came to Hong Kong. The view looking out over Happy Valley toward Causeway Bay is amazing.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVgAJGbm1Qk/SfhYh5B2aJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EliJ74vNYtU/s1600-h/causeway_bay_happy_valley_aerial.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVgAJGbm1Qk/SfhYh5B2aJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EliJ74vNYtU/s400/causeway_bay_happy_valley_aerial.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330107498260490386" /></a><br /><br />In the picture Shiu Fai Terrace is part of the small cluster of buildings on the bend in the road along the left side. <br /><br />For dinner, I really lucked out: I just stumbled down the hill from J & D's place at Shiu Fai Terrace and found a great restaurant called Thai Hainan Chicken Rice -- or something like that. (Actually first I went up the hill as far as I could go on foot (before the sidewalke ended, then I turned around and walked back down toward Wanchai the way I have been walking to Central every day.) Now, searching for a picture for the restaurant, I see that it has received good reviews. But basically, I just went by the menu, the cool chairs and the fact that the place was mostly full. The restaurants namesake dish (Hainan Chicken Thai-style) notwithstanding, I got green curry (with those tasty little Thai eggplants), which was great. <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVgAJGbm1Qk/Sfhbc1M8C8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/M_34erOxyuM/s1600-h/thai-food-kang-keaw-wan-green-curry-chicken.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVgAJGbm1Qk/Sfhbc1M8C8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/M_34erOxyuM/s320/thai-food-kang-keaw-wan-green-curry-chicken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330110709868792770" /></a><br /><br />Then, I followed it up with perhaps my favorite food of all time:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVgAJGbm1Qk/SfhaZ1m0s9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1j-6P1fd8iA/s1600-h/MANGO-WITH-BLACK%2520STICKY-RICE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVgAJGbm1Qk/SfhaZ1m0s9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1j-6P1fd8iA/s320/MANGO-WITH-BLACK%2520STICKY-RICE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330109558926128082" /></a><br /><br />Well, mine had black AND white glutinous rice and the mango was cut differently. But you get the idea. Yum. And that's probably the only way to top Triple O's and good Green Curry.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-4773292790378987662009-04-16T10:55:00.000-07:002009-04-16T10:57:55.431-07:00George Will: Conservative Crusader Against . . . Jeans?!This guy is off his rocker: http://www.realclearpolitics.com/articles/2009/04/16/forever_in_blue_jeans_96002.html<br /><br />And he wouldn't know a modern-day Fred Astaire or Grace Kelly if one was standing right in front of his coke-bottle-bottom glasses. Sheesh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-37760150161953395362009-04-15T13:07:00.000-07:002009-04-15T13:16:58.796-07:00Step Aside, Paul Potts: Scotland's Got TalentNo electric boots or mohair suit here. Quite the opposite. But, just in case, after Paul Potts, you still doubt that Britain's Got Talent is more . . . entertaining? inspirational? -- well, let me put it this way, a better talent search show -- than American Idol, do take a look at <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnmbJzH93NU">Susan Boyle</a>.<br /><br />(Embedding is disabled on all of the youtube.com clips that I have seen, so you'll need to follow the link)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-75449645309858830552009-04-09T23:05:00.001-07:002009-04-09T23:39:45.488-07:00She's Got Electric Boots, a Mohair Suit?So, this week I've been in New Orleans and Houston. When I told Jill that I was in the dirty South, she asked whether Houston counted. But after I told her I was in NOLA too, she agreed that New Orleans was both dirty and South enough.<br /><br />In New Orleans I took out time for jazz, blues, po' boys (and several other shrimp dishes), gumbo, jumbalaya and lots of bread pudding. The chocolate bread pudding at Red Fish was almost too much to handle. <br /><br />Now, in Houston, I've taken time for an Astros game, some good BBQ, pizza, a panini on Rice University's campus, the fine arts museum, the contemporary arts museum, another random art gallery, the hermann park, the theater district -- basically, I've seen a lot of downtown. And a lot of HBO, randomly. Yesterday, I watched What Happens in Vegas and then today I saw 27 Dresses, both of which I'm embarrassed to admit. Watching the second, I was reminded something that I learned last week: I'll explain. (It gets worses by the way, right now I'm watching some intolerable high school girl drama movie. Maybe I can watch the latest LOST instead.)<br /><br />Last week, I was listening to the random 80s radio station that GF programmed into my car radio. Space Oddity came on. And, after listening to that song a thousand times -- knowing the tune for as long as I could remember -- I realized that I had never, ever listened to the lyrics. In fact, for that matter, I'd never even thought about the title. <br /><br />Btw, the original video is really, really cool. Also, do compare DJ's teeth in that video to his present teeth:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D67kmFzSh_o&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D67kmFzSh_o&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Of course, the song on the radio was a later recording. But the lyrics remain the same:<br /><br /><blockquote>Ground control to major tom<br />Ground control to major tom<br />Take your protein pills and put your helmet on<br /><br />Ground control to major tom<br />Commencing countdown, engines on<br />Check ignition and may gods love be with you<br /><br />Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,<br />Four, three, two, one, liftoff<br /><br />This is ground control to major tom<br />Youve really made the grade<br />And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear<br />Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare<br /><br />This is major tom to ground control<br />Im stepping through the door<br />And Im floating in a most peculiar way<br />And the stars look very different today<br /><br />For here<br />Am I sitting in a tin can<br />Far above the world<br />Planet earth is blue<br />And theres nothing I can do<br /><br />Though Im past one hundred thousand miles<br />Im feeling very still<br />And I think my spaceship knows which way to go<br />Tell me wife I love her very much she knows<br /><br />Ground control to major tom<br />Your circuits dead, theres something wrong<br />Can you hear me, major tom? <br />Can you hear me, major tom? <br />Can you hear me, major tom? <br />Can you....<br /><br />Here am I floating round my tin can<br />Far above the moon<br />Planet earth is blue<br />And theres nothing I can do.</blockquote><br /><br />In 27 Dresses, there is a scene involving Bennie and the Jets -- it's cheesy, but I realized this was another song that I really love yet hardly know the words to at all. Do I just not listen? Or I do I not have an ear for lyrics at all?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0WCQadt864&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0WCQadt864&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Bennie and the Jets lyrics:<br /><blockquote><br />Hey kids, shake it loose together<br />The spotlights hitting something<br />Thats been known to change the weather<br />Well kill the fatted calf tonight<br />So stick around<br />Youre gonna hear electric music<br />Solid walls of sound<br /><br />Say, candy and ronnie, have you seen them yet<br />But theyre so spaced out, bennie and the jets<br />Oh but theyre weird and theyre wonderful<br />Oh bennie shes really keen<br />Shes got electric boots a mohair suit<br />You know I read it in a magazine<br />Bennie and the jets<br /><br />Hey kids, plug into the faithless<br />Maybe theyre blinded<br />But bennie makes them ageless<br />We shall survive, let us take ourselves along<br />Where we fight our parents out in the streets<br />To find whos right and whos wrong</blockquote><br /><br />Lastly, was this song really written in German and I never realized it??? Seems like I must have known this before. It sounds so familiar -- but I was shocked to hear it in German again.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9whehyybLqU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9whehyybLqU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><blockquote>Hast du etwas Zeit für mich<br />Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich<br />Von 99 Luftballons<br />Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont<br />Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich<br />Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich<br />Von 99 Luftballons<br />Und dass so was von so was kommt<br /><br />99 Luftballons<br />Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont<br />Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All<br />Darum schickte ein General<br />'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher<br />Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär<br />Dabei war'n da am Horizont<br />Nur 99 Luftballons<br /><br />99 Düsenjäger<br />Jeder war ein großer Krieger<br />Hielten sich für Captain Kirk<br />Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk<br />Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft<br />Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht<br />Dabei schoss man am Horizont<br />Auf 99 Luftballons<br /><br />99 Kriegsminister -<br />Streichholz und Benzinkanister -<br />Hielten sich für schlaue Leute<br />Witterten schon fette Beute<br />Riefen Krieg und wollten Macht<br />Mann, wer hätte das gedacht<br />Dass es einmal soweit kommt<br />Wegen 99 Luftballons<br /><br />99 Jahre Krieg<br />Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger<br />Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr<br />Und auch keine Düsenflieger<br />Heute zieh' ich meine Runden<br />Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen<br />Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden<br />Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-55438692927740264042009-04-02T17:50:00.001-07:002009-04-02T17:50:53.457-07:00LatelyI really wish I could sing better . . . <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-oVpIekl1k&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-oVpIekl1k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This song always reminds me of a college friend, who sang it very well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-58401989757597840062009-01-22T17:55:00.000-08:002009-01-22T18:02:25.763-08:00a new dawn<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/njPFQXVXTx4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/njPFQXVXTx4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-60541605544636649642008-12-19T13:36:00.001-08:002008-12-19T13:36:44.569-08:00Merry Christmas.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pikz3DMhu54&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pikz3DMhu54&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-70759288816632498382008-11-23T22:23:00.000-08:002008-11-23T22:24:01.047-08:00Housman (re-post from a long time ago)<blockquote>XXXVI<br />White in the moon the long road lies,<br /> The moon stands blank above;<br />White in the moon the long road lies<br /> That leads me from my love.<br /><br />Still hangs the hedge without a gust,<br /> Still, still the shadows stay:<br />My feet upon the moonlit dust<br /> Pursue the ceaseless way.<br /><br />The world is round, so travellers tell,<br /> And straight though reach the track,<br />Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,<br /> The way will guide one back.<br /><br />But ere the circle homeward hies<br /> Far, far must it remove:<br />White in the moon the long road lies<br /> That leads me from my love. <br /><br />XL <br />Tell me not here, it needs not saying,<br /> What tune the enchantress plays<br />In aftermaths of soft September<br /> Or under blanching mays,<br />For she and I were long acquainted<br /> And I knew all her ways.<br /><br />On russet floors, by waters idle,<br /> The pine lets fall its cone;<br />The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing<br /> In leafy dells alone;<br />And traveller's joy beguiles in autumn<br /> Hearts that have lost their own.<br /><br />On acres of the seeded grasses<br /> The changing burnish heaves;<br />Or marshalled under moons of harvest<br /> Stand still all night the sheaves;<br />Or beeches strip in storms for winter<br /> And stain the wind with leaves.<br /><br />Possess, as I possessed a season,<br /> The countries I resign,<br />Where over elmy plains the highway<br /> Would mount the hills and shine,<br />And full of shade the pillared forest<br /> Would murmur and be mine.<br /><br />For nature, heartless, witless nature,<br /> Will neither care nor know<br />What stranger's feet may find the meadow<br /> And trespass there and go,<br />Nor ask amid the dews of morning<br /> If they are mine or no.</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-31109890450257184992008-11-17T22:27:00.001-08:002008-11-17T22:56:18.019-08:00Garota de IpanemaOlha que coisa mais linda<br />Mais cheia de graça<br />É ela menina<br />Que vem e que passa<br />Num doce balanço<br />Caminho do mar<br />Moça do corpo dourado<br />Do sol de Ipanema<br />O seu balançado<br />É mais que um poema<br />É a coisa mais linda<br />Que eu já vi passar<br />Ah! porque estou tão sozinho<br />Ah! porque tudo é tão triste<br />Ah! a beleza que existe<br />A beleza que não é só minha<br />Que também passa sozinha<br />Ah! Se ela soubesse<br />Que quando ela passa<br />O mundo sorrindo<br />Se enche de graça<br />E fica mais lindo<br />Por causa do amorUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-70864639131374641022008-11-16T12:48:00.000-08:002008-11-16T12:53:00.376-08:00I want to go to Coimbra.wow:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3WGttZdksg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3WGttZdksg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />around town:<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HlMwwPvxn_k&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HlMwwPvxn_k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-9440794060993589432008-11-16T12:38:00.000-08:002008-11-16T12:47:45.238-08:00Plastic Jesus CoverJack Johnson cover. (The one with Mason Jennings is better, but I can't find a good version.)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeMyvybOfWc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeMyvybOfWc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-17977544444897193542008-10-27T22:26:00.000-07:002008-10-27T22:34:42.612-07:00michael collins.very underrated soundtrack.<br /><br />can i meet a woman who can sing like sinead o' connor?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-51492069281062269732008-10-27T21:44:00.000-07:002008-10-27T22:52:58.714-07:00what i've been up to.jose alfonso<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVTqO9xEYNs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVTqO9xEYNs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />the original four yorkshiremen. <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSQeMBzHR0o&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSQeMBzHR0o&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />another version i like.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FatHLHG2uGY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FatHLHG2uGY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />star trek meets monty python<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/luVjkTEIoJc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/luVjkTEIoJc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />also interesting: the deleted scenes from robin hood prince of thieves. alan rickman truly speaks the best english on the planet.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnJgIq48C9k&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnJgIq48C9k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-61356076234183486802008-10-08T11:13:00.000-07:002008-10-08T11:23:15.187-07:00Favorite BooksMy two favorite books that I've read in the last decade:<br />Blood Meridian<br />A River Runs Through It<br /><br /><br />It just struck me that both books tackle the idea that 'Man is a damn mess' but do so very differently.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-65800264220095094162008-10-06T16:38:00.000-07:002008-10-06T17:36:41.283-07:00Into this life we're born<blockquote>His origins are become remote as his destiny and not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether his own heart is not another kind of clay</blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote>Spectre horsemen, pale with dust, anonymous in the crenellated heat. Above all else they appeared wholly at venture, of the absolute rock and set nameless and at no remove from their own loomings to wander ravenous and doomed and mute as gorgons shambling the brutal wastes of Gondwanaland in times before nomenclature was and each was all.</blockquote><br /><br />Perhaps I too should buy a typewriter and disappear for years into motel rooms and desolation.<br /><br /><blockquote>Two wild mules stamped testingly at the canyon rim and backed and fitted, their soft split forepads of hooves cracked and flaying under them as they scratched against the red-painted clifftops through the sand, peering over the rim for some sign of greenery to make sense of that abyss. One whinnied and reared at the staccato foreign sound chattering up out of the canyon, then whistling, then wailing, and the two animals backed away and plodded on as they had come, disappearing with the heat of the day driving them back downward along some rivulet or tributary of the river’s canyons through that bleak and predator-less sandscape which held only the twin fears of rattlesnakes and starvation for them. They followed forever a maze of antelope trails ascending and descending that terrain with a rhythm and direction whose migratory sense they could not fathom unto death.</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400653087158777211.post-29961435812555664442008-09-23T23:43:00.000-07:002008-09-23T23:48:08.009-07:00Romeo and JulietOh, Juliet. Oh, Juliet.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/87cLyBR1JTo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/87cLyBR1JTo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><blockquote>Come up on differents streets they both were streets of shame<br />Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same<br />And I dreamed your dream for you and your dream is real<br />How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals ?<br /><br />Where you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold<br />You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold<br />You promised me everything you promised me think and thin<br />Now you just says oh romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him<br /><br />Juliet when we made love you used to cry<br />You said I love you like the stars above I’ll love you till I die<br />There’s a place for us you know the movie song<br />When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong juliet ?<br /></blockquote><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPgbhDEzrxY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPgbhDEzrxY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh, Claire Danes too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0