I'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:
I am dreaming of a trip to Portugal and Spain next summer. I wonder who would go with me.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Alexi Murdoch: All of My Days and another Joe Burton song
All my days
Well I have been searching all of my days
All of my days
Many a road, you know
I've been walking on
All of my days
And I've been trying to find
What's been in my mind
As the days keep turning into night
Well I have been quietly standing in the shade
All of my days
Watch the sky breaking on the promise that we made
All of this rain
And I've been trying to find
What's been in my mind
As the days keep turning into night
Well many a night I found myself with no friends standing near
All of my days
I cried aloud
I shook my hands
What am I doing here
All of these days
For I look around me
And my eyes confound me
And it's just too bright
As the days keep turning into night
Now I see clearly
It's you I'm looking for
All of my days
Soon I'll smile
I know I'll feel this loneliness no more
All of my days
For I look around me
And it seems He found me
And it's coming into sight
As the days keep turning into night
As the days keep turning into night
And even breathing feels all right
Yes, even breathing feels all right
Now even breathing feels all right
It's even breathing
Feels all right
Hazy Jane I (Nick Drake cover)
Do you curse where you come from,
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right.
Do you like what you're doing,
Would you do it some more
Or will you stop once and wonder
What you're doing it for.
Hey slow Jane, make sense
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.
Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that's past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast.
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst,
Do you hope to find new ways
Of doing better than your worst.
Hey slow Jane, let me prove
Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move.
Do it for you,
Sure that you would do the same for me one day.
So try to be true,
Even if it's only in your hazey way.
Can you tell if you're moving
With no mirror to see,
If you're just riding a new man
Looks a little like me.
Is it all so confusing,
Is it hard to believe
When the winter is coming
Can you sign up and leave.
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Having L'Chaim of my Life. Or, at least, Day.
Because I love jokes with long setups,
Because my brother loves Jewish humor,
Because I found the link on Volokh,
Because my gf doesn't eat pork,
Because I am a fervent anti-dentite (well, not really),
And because my Grandpa belongs on a site like this:
Actually, this one's better:
Because my brother loves Jewish humor,
Because I found the link on Volokh,
Because my gf doesn't eat pork,
Because I am a fervent anti-dentite (well, not really),
And because my Grandpa belongs on a site like this:
Actually, this one's better:
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Phoenix 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.
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.
Other things I learned:
I would like to have attended the University of Texas.
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.
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.
And Austin is a place I would love to live. I wonder how I could make that happen?
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.
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.
Other things I learned:
I would like to have attended the University of Texas.
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.
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.
And Austin is a place I would love to live. I wonder how I could make that happen?
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.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The 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 Salt Lake Tribune:
"We've got a lot of construction jobs," Adams said, "and most of those guys are men."
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