Berimbau lyrics
Okay Mac spinning rainbow. I get it. I will put you to sleep now. RRRRRRRRRRF
English translation can aid.
But more fun to try to understand in the original.
Daughters of opium den authors?
Anime girls with cats and a little girl who turns her head on the side?
Other old things. Like some manuscripts...
Autre page
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Language skills
Although I love the idea of being able to speak many languages, there was a time, when I was younger, when I went to the movies with friends, with a wonderful person I now live with, and the person I lived with at the time, who could be wonderful sometimes, but in this instance she particularly annoyed me. She'd had a 6 month study abroad period in Mexico, and I heard all about the upper class people with maids they had lived with, and all the expensive extracurricular activities the students got to enjoy. When she came back, she demonstrated her fluency, which in itself is not terrible, but the problem was, she did it a lot, almost to the point of being rude. He with whom I now reside has ancestry from Mexico but his parents were forced to stop speaking their native language, and are not fluent that way. Although he is not the kind of person to hold on to a grudge, I still remember feeling angry at what I felt to be our friend's insensitivity as he confided in me that he felt bad while she went on and on...anyway, water under the bridge at this point, but this article is so interesting and so, although I love the idea of speaking many languages, and I hope to be more fluent in the future, and I know it's complicated, and I don't want to trump on peoples' freedom of expression, I think this person makes interesting points. And so I post this link: I'm Sorry Whiteness You Can't Have Everything
Song message moment
Imported carpets, women who wore corsets in the 19th century, English girl daughters of authors and the authors in their opium dens, standards of conduct for girls, girls of any era will defy the standards, and Irene, sent away to be a maid, goes to the garden at night and sniffs a flower. Some one else comes out to meet her.
Cut Chemist-The Garden
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Someone put it up with anime.
Cut Chemist-The Garden
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Someone put it up with anime.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Most wonderful time of the year...
to read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
I saw the movie; perhaps I should also try to read Cold Comfort Farm.
Which apparently has sequels!
I saw the movie; perhaps I should also try to read Cold Comfort Farm.
Which apparently has sequels!
TV & Radio & Video & Politics...
The old TV fritzed out. Now there's another one, and when the digital converter box works properly, some stations are available. Watched in black and white, with fuzzy red and blue lines on the right and left sides of the screen. Speaking of red and blue...
Last night an author on Charlie Rose's show was talking about his disappointment with the president. I am beginning to think it's possible that people use the phrase "another Vietnam" way too much. Think, how can it really be "another Vietnam?" Both seemed quite unhappy with the administration for being too accomodating to Republicans and tea-partyers in regard to the health care bill. However, didn't they also have to be accomodating to Democrats who wanted to try to please their constituents in order to pass anything at all? Sigh. And some commentator on the radio, a former speech writer for Bush, says that he's going to vote as a staunch Republican in spite of tea party craziness because the president is so ineffective. Essentially, they all seemed to be saying the same thing, which is how very, very disappointed they all are. A big old clod of depresso.
I think that requiring people with "pre-existing conditions" to go uninsured for a 6 months before they qualify for anything is inhumane. Because, how much sicker can a person get in 6 months? How is that a good thing? And no, it doesn't matter to me that people in the 1800s and before got along without health insurance. I don't want to go back in time and throw a bunch of tea in a harbor, and this is the 21st century.
On a slightly different note, I see that a friend of a friend has an interesting take on the greening of oil companies' ad campaigns.
~~~~~
How odd. Now TV number 2 is doing the same on/off flicking stuff the first one did. Perhaps there is an epidemic circulating amongst old TVs.
Last night an author on Charlie Rose's show was talking about his disappointment with the president. I am beginning to think it's possible that people use the phrase "another Vietnam" way too much. Think, how can it really be "another Vietnam?" Both seemed quite unhappy with the administration for being too accomodating to Republicans and tea-partyers in regard to the health care bill. However, didn't they also have to be accomodating to Democrats who wanted to try to please their constituents in order to pass anything at all? Sigh. And some commentator on the radio, a former speech writer for Bush, says that he's going to vote as a staunch Republican in spite of tea party craziness because the president is so ineffective. Essentially, they all seemed to be saying the same thing, which is how very, very disappointed they all are. A big old clod of depresso.
I think that requiring people with "pre-existing conditions" to go uninsured for a 6 months before they qualify for anything is inhumane. Because, how much sicker can a person get in 6 months? How is that a good thing? And no, it doesn't matter to me that people in the 1800s and before got along without health insurance. I don't want to go back in time and throw a bunch of tea in a harbor, and this is the 21st century.
On a slightly different note, I see that a friend of a friend has an interesting take on the greening of oil companies' ad campaigns.
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How odd. Now TV number 2 is doing the same on/off flicking stuff the first one did. Perhaps there is an epidemic circulating amongst old TVs.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A song moment
This time it came at about 9:30 p.m., staring, in the glow of the computer screen(s) and lamp, at a white sheet of paper, printed on with black ink depicting a text that's been revised, rewritten, and signed at the bottom. The song was the ending to: "A Punchup at a Wedding (No No No No No No No No)."
Productivity
Oh, god, I'm doing it again.
I'm watching youtube instead of working on my applications.
Okay. I found a solution.
I will listen to Go Remy while I work on them. Phew.
But now that makes me want to look up the etymology of while.
Yay. This explains some things. ;-)
But I feel like I might've had a dream about these windstorms.
Time to call people.
I'm watching youtube instead of working on my applications.
Okay. I found a solution.
I will listen to Go Remy while I work on them. Phew.
But now that makes me want to look up the etymology of while.
Yay. This explains some things. ;-)
But I feel like I might've had a dream about these windstorms.
Time to call people.
E. I. D. A. D. K. A. M.
Everything I Do And Don't Know About Music. Or something like that.
Anagram time!!! First: Authencity, Politics, and Truffle Oil.
Oooh I almost wrote Trubble. Next: M.I.A.’s Agitprop Pop.
"she began to experience contractions. As the pain hit, Maya was performing with the male titans of rap (Jay-Z, Kanye West, Lil Wayne, T.I.) and she later told me that she thought all the free-floating testosterone caused her to go into labor." Um, yeah.
"The combination of being nearly naked, hugely pregnant, singing incendiary lyrics and having the eyes of the world upon her was too much to resist. And she was riveting, upstaging the four much more famous guys and dominating the stage." No, she didn't. At least, not through the camera lens of the person I watched it through.
Also, as I was remembering, one of the bf's (bellisimo friend's) relatives recently had to do something with K. West for work (the experience was apparently a bit obnoxious) & another relative appeared and wore some sunglasses in the M. I. B. video.
Move over, Will, may I see su prima!
Anagram time!!! First: Authencity, Politics, and Truffle Oil.
Oooh I almost wrote Trubble. Next: M.I.A.’s Agitprop Pop.
"she began to experience contractions. As the pain hit, Maya was performing with the male titans of rap (Jay-Z, Kanye West, Lil Wayne, T.I.) and she later told me that she thought all the free-floating testosterone caused her to go into labor." Um, yeah.
"The combination of being nearly naked, hugely pregnant, singing incendiary lyrics and having the eyes of the world upon her was too much to resist. And she was riveting, upstaging the four much more famous guys and dominating the stage." No, she didn't. At least, not through the camera lens of the person I watched it through.
Also, as I was remembering, one of the bf's (bellisimo friend's) relatives recently had to do something with K. West for work (the experience was apparently a bit obnoxious) & another relative appeared and wore some sunglasses in the M. I. B. video.
Move over, Will, may I see su prima!
Monday, October 25, 2010
What is pleasing and also not pleasing
It is not pleasing that yucky things happen.
But it is very pleasing that some women do something to speak up about it.
Op Ed: Yale Falling Short After Fraternity Incident.
I was unfortunately unsurprised by this:
"We cannot afford to allow such incidents to be glossed over with a “mea culpa” and a slap on the wrist, which is, unfortunately, all too common. That Dean Mary Miller chose to reference “free speech” in her letter to the Yale student body, shows an appalling lack of judgment when Department of Justice statistics show that one in four women will either be raped or experience attempted rape during their four years at college...Two former presidents (HW and W Bush) were members of the very fraternity that perpetrated this outrage. When you consider that 4 out of 10 women being treated at veterans hospitals have reported being raped by fellow soldiers while they were in the military (the actual number is believed higher), and our Presidents as their commanders in chief, have allowed these rapes to be brushed under the carpet, even permitting the perpetrators full military burials, it’s clear that we simply cannot afford to have future leaders being educated in such a misogynistic atmosphere."
But again, happy to see it put in print.
That particular fraternity has conducted itself poorly on other campuses.
That it should draw attention to itself on that particular campus is very interesting.
But it is very pleasing that some women do something to speak up about it.
Op Ed: Yale Falling Short After Fraternity Incident.
I was unfortunately unsurprised by this:
"We cannot afford to allow such incidents to be glossed over with a “mea culpa” and a slap on the wrist, which is, unfortunately, all too common. That Dean Mary Miller chose to reference “free speech” in her letter to the Yale student body, shows an appalling lack of judgment when Department of Justice statistics show that one in four women will either be raped or experience attempted rape during their four years at college...Two former presidents (HW and W Bush) were members of the very fraternity that perpetrated this outrage. When you consider that 4 out of 10 women being treated at veterans hospitals have reported being raped by fellow soldiers while they were in the military (the actual number is believed higher), and our Presidents as their commanders in chief, have allowed these rapes to be brushed under the carpet, even permitting the perpetrators full military burials, it’s clear that we simply cannot afford to have future leaders being educated in such a misogynistic atmosphere."
But again, happy to see it put in print.
That particular fraternity has conducted itself poorly on other campuses.
That it should draw attention to itself on that particular campus is very interesting.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Peliculas
The guy was nuts but it was fun to watch!
Man On Wire
This one may also be fun. (And rather zany!)
The Legend of Pale Male
Man On Wire
This one may also be fun. (And rather zany!)
The Legend of Pale Male
Monday, October 18, 2010
Little breath at 5:40 something
Little weary of filling out applications.
Bunch of nerves or muscle next to neck, upper shoulder.
Songs running together: from Amnesiac by Radiohead, and from something called Radio Arcadia (or, "Radio Arcadie"-delightful looking! Must improve knowledge of French) online: Vangelis - La petite fille de la mer, Sarah Brightman & London Symphony orchestra - Bilitis Generique, Tim Story - The Perfect Flaw, Liz Story - Out of Time, Will Ackerman - Pacific II.
Memories or maybe creations of memory having to do with driving over bridges, and through hills, and looking at sunsets.
It might be useful to note what goes on at around the same time as when you were born.
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(Other things to consider: maybe seeing a wood imp thing out of the corner of my eye, talking to the woods & saying I saw it, nice woods smell to make one want to cook a pot of stew with bay leaves, my old FB friend who has passed on wrote somewhere on livejournal that he saw Pan when he went to a wedding in Germany, those Findhorn Garden books I read at a suitably impressionable age, and who knows why the guy who wrote that book with the interesting interpretation of the Rapunzel/Rampion had to put a rather snooty-sounding little footnote about Findhorn in it. Perhaps he had missed out on seeing things out of the corner of his eye.)
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And then the universe decided to play what was called, I think, Heart Drumbeat Song.
Robbie Robertson & Red Road Ensemble - Mahk Ichi
Um,
Bunch of nerves or muscle next to neck, upper shoulder.
Songs running together: from Amnesiac by Radiohead, and from something called Radio Arcadia (or, "Radio Arcadie"-delightful looking! Must improve knowledge of French) online: Vangelis - La petite fille de la mer, Sarah Brightman & London Symphony orchestra - Bilitis Generique, Tim Story - The Perfect Flaw, Liz Story - Out of Time, Will Ackerman - Pacific II.
Memories or maybe creations of memory having to do with driving over bridges, and through hills, and looking at sunsets.
It might be useful to note what goes on at around the same time as when you were born.
~~~~
(Other things to consider: maybe seeing a wood imp thing out of the corner of my eye, talking to the woods & saying I saw it, nice woods smell to make one want to cook a pot of stew with bay leaves, my old FB friend who has passed on wrote somewhere on livejournal that he saw Pan when he went to a wedding in Germany, those Findhorn Garden books I read at a suitably impressionable age, and who knows why the guy who wrote that book with the interesting interpretation of the Rapunzel/Rampion had to put a rather snooty-sounding little footnote about Findhorn in it. Perhaps he had missed out on seeing things out of the corner of his eye.)
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And then the universe decided to play what was called, I think, Heart Drumbeat Song.
Robbie Robertson & Red Road Ensemble - Mahk Ichi
Um,
Heartbeat Drum Song.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Mm.
Someday, I'm sure, this is going to make someone laugh.
I was going through a variety of movies to add to Netflix, ones I hadn't seen and I heard were good. Or even if they weren't so good, but I wanted to see them anyway. Like "Liebstraum," for the architecture and because it was filmed where I used to live. Anyway, I read the description for a certain movie, it goes:
Victor (Victor Rasuk) is a Latino kid who fancies himself as a bit of a lothario around the ghetto. But when word gets out that he's been romancing a fat girl in the apartment upstairs, his credibility as a stud is thrown into question. To shut everyone up, he finds himself a hot new girlfriend, Judy (Judy Marte), the tough neighborhood beauty.
Okay, so WHO is the rejectable fat girl? I immediately want to know. I obviously know that the "beauty" is the one who is going to be shown everywhere. So I tried to find a picture of her. I found out the character's name is "Donna," sooo...I quickly typed "fat donna" into the image search engine, and CLICK
Yeah.
That was not the wisest decision.
And right after that...
I read about this startling new treatment for anorexia!
It just happened. It was not planned.
Go figure.
I was going through a variety of movies to add to Netflix, ones I hadn't seen and I heard were good. Or even if they weren't so good, but I wanted to see them anyway. Like "Liebstraum," for the architecture and because it was filmed where I used to live. Anyway, I read the description for a certain movie, it goes:
Victor (Victor Rasuk) is a Latino kid who fancies himself as a bit of a lothario around the ghetto. But when word gets out that he's been romancing a fat girl in the apartment upstairs, his credibility as a stud is thrown into question. To shut everyone up, he finds himself a hot new girlfriend, Judy (Judy Marte), the tough neighborhood beauty.
Okay, so WHO is the rejectable fat girl? I immediately want to know. I obviously know that the "beauty" is the one who is going to be shown everywhere. So I tried to find a picture of her. I found out the character's name is "Donna," sooo...I quickly typed "fat donna" into the image search engine, and CLICK
Yeah.
That was not the wisest decision.
And right after that...
I read about this startling new treatment for anorexia!
It just happened. It was not planned.
Go figure.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Wow
I just watched the second Chilean miner get pulled up.
He displayed astounding, absolutely incredible physical exuberance.
He displayed astounding, absolutely incredible physical exuberance.
Feels like
Indian Summer
That came from the channel of the author of Soiled Wings.
Oh, and Zany Bengals.
(Idea: a comic book story about Domestic cats, Bengal cats, Asian Leopard cats...)
On the way to the grocery store: another instance of a Californian who puts her cat on a leash and transports her on human shoulders.
That came from the channel of the author of Soiled Wings.
Oh, and Zany Bengals.
(Idea: a comic book story about Domestic cats, Bengal cats, Asian Leopard cats...)
On the way to the grocery store: another instance of a Californian who puts her cat on a leash and transports her on human shoulders.
Music, dreams
A funny person appeared in a dream of mine. In fact, I can't even remember the person's name. It may have been years since I thought of him. But I must remember something of his presence, for in my dream, there he suddenly was. We had been wandering around a home that was like a gigantic dolls house, when he turned and asked me what I was thinking. In the strange reality of dreams, I replied something to the affect of, I don't know, what are you thinking? and pointed the charred, blackened end of a stick at him. Suddenly another girl came up and grabbed him and they went off to some kind of fun event. I was left with a rather sulky feeling.
I feel as if listening to Coldplay before I went to sleep might have had something to do with this. I wasn't ever a person who considered myself a fan of their (overplayed) music, but last night I dozed before sleep with some in my ear, and I changed my opinion. Coldplay became a band that could make war veterans return to a gentler state of mind.
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One of the songs was...(checking...)"Clocks." Maybe it was that album? (It was on an iPod.)
I feel as if listening to Coldplay before I went to sleep might have had something to do with this. I wasn't ever a person who considered myself a fan of their (overplayed) music, but last night I dozed before sleep with some in my ear, and I changed my opinion. Coldplay became a band that could make war veterans return to a gentler state of mind.
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One of the songs was...(checking...)"Clocks." Maybe it was that album? (It was on an iPod.)
Monday, October 11, 2010
Maybe a strange juxtaposition, but...
A video my friend made about her experience at the G20 Summit.
The movie "Pizza."
Or, maybe it's not so strange.
The movie "Pizza."
Or, maybe it's not so strange.
Saturday, October 09, 2010
books, 4, $
Loving Sabatoge
The Character of Rain
Tokyo Fiancee
Fear And Trembling
And saw the $$$facebookmovie$$$
(People you could've baby sat as a teenager...)
The Character of Rain
Tokyo Fiancee
Fear And Trembling
And saw the $$$facebookmovie$$$
(People you could've baby sat as a teenager...)
Friday, October 08, 2010
Playing
Fooling around with old digital design software. (Thank you for not dying on me, laptop!) Something about the TV (it is old, with an antenna and a digital converter) makes it come on at random. It just happened to be turned to a religious channel the past two nights. It certainly was a bit disturbing to be woken up by what sounded like a roomful of people chanting in the wee hours of the morning. ("I tell you, it's haunted." "We are NOT haunted!" Once the TV was shut off, sleeping resumed with the bathroom light accidentally-on-purpose left on.)
Now I let La Virgen's station play in the background while I attend to other matters. This is not so strange. Every summer I visited homes where they'd have the same religious radio station playing in the background at all hours of the day and night.
Repetition is a good way to brush up on a language. In a way, it is a pity that Protestants don't say the rosary.
Now I let La Virgen's station play in the background while I attend to other matters. This is not so strange. Every summer I visited homes where they'd have the same religious radio station playing in the background at all hours of the day and night.
Repetition is a good way to brush up on a language. In a way, it is a pity that Protestants don't say the rosary.
La Virgen
She was one of the first sights to greet me when I saw her painted on a wall in East LA, and she made even more of an impression when she came blaring on televison at 3 o'clock in the morning. This is the second time. Yesterday was the same except I believe it was more like 4 am that a litany of voices in Spanish woke me. I think it sounded louder the first time, but I wasn't the one who turned it off, so I don't know if the image on television was of La Virgen. Why did it happen again? I am sure the TV was turned off before I went to bed. Maybe something weird is going on with the circuitry.
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Makes me think of Bliss. "Lately I'm into circuitry."
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Time is strange
the universe said.
First Supermodel walks runway
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Van Morrsion - Domino
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Veruschka on the cover of Time and other pictures
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Serge Gainsbourg - Extrait de Melody Nelson
First Supermodel walks runway
+
Van Morrsion - Domino
+
Veruschka on the cover of Time and other pictures
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Serge Gainsbourg - Extrait de Melody Nelson
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Likeable Breakfast
Today it is frozen red grapes and chamomile lemon myrtle tea which I allowed to get tepid. The flavors are vaguely reminiscent of Fruit Loops cereal, although far subtler, less crunchy-sugary, and more varied in terms of temperature. I like! Speaking of "likeable," I have read some reviews for other books by the author I just read. And people saying "blah blah, don't like the protagonist." I have no idea how I'd feel if I read her other books, but as I get older, I continue to find it disturbing that I have been born into a culture (Earth) that seems so addicted to vivisecting women and comparing them to masculine paragons.
Le book
I have finished Fear and Trembling. I enjoyed it. Once again I have the opportunity to regret that I don't really know French. I even thought, "this would make a good movie," and voila, whaddaya know, there is one.
However, there is one little thing. The whole cleaning the bathrooms part. I mean, having to clean the bathrooms at a corporation, especially where there is a large bay window which one can "throw" herself out of from time to time, how can that possibly compare with having to clean the bathroom of a restaurant/bar, particularly during the disgusting, grabby frat boy atmosphere of greatly-reduced-price pint night? Lets pretend that never happened. Actually, pretty yucky things also happen in bookstore and library bathrooms. A Twice Sold Tales' bathroom in Seattle in the '90s made an impression on me, because there was a sign of the door saying that if anyone dared to go in and shoot up, please just die. That was a bit much.
However, there is one little thing. The whole cleaning the bathrooms part. I mean, having to clean the bathrooms at a corporation, especially where there is a large bay window which one can "throw" herself out of from time to time, how can that possibly compare with having to clean the bathroom of a restaurant/bar, particularly during the disgusting, grabby frat boy atmosphere of greatly-reduced-price pint night? Lets pretend that never happened. Actually, pretty yucky things also happen in bookstore and library bathrooms. A Twice Sold Tales' bathroom in Seattle in the '90s made an impression on me, because there was a sign of the door saying that if anyone dared to go in and shoot up, please just die. That was a bit much.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Interesting art experience
Listened to Depeche Mode's "Clean."
(Didn't watch the video...just now did. It's okay.)
Anyway, I listened to "Clean" and looked at:
Hecate by Hrana Janto
and
Cup of Sweetness by Shiloh.
I like my version!
And I just now noticed the similarities of color...
(Didn't watch the video...just now did. It's okay.)
Anyway, I listened to "Clean" and looked at:
Hecate by Hrana Janto
and
Cup of Sweetness by Shiloh.
I like my version!
And I just now noticed the similarities of color...
Appreciation
We could appreciate all the people we've ever known, even if but slightly, or well, or wished to know better, or were strangely indifferent to, or just liked, loved, got mad at, got somehow edumacated by, even if we don't know completely how or why...
Food
Food, Inc.
Google Monsanto. I mean, type the name in the search engine. Oh, gee, what word immediately comes up next to it? "Evil," you say?
That surely was a mistake.
Uh, mistake???
Yes, I suppose these could be food-related, to my imagination:
Sex and the GOP: Why Right Wing Women...
&
"to masculinize--and thus legitimize--their brand..."
Google Monsanto. I mean, type the name in the search engine. Oh, gee, what word immediately comes up next to it? "Evil," you say?
That surely was a mistake.
Uh, mistake???
Yes, I suppose these could be food-related, to my imagination:
Sex and the GOP: Why Right Wing Women...
&
"to masculinize--and thus legitimize--their brand..."
Monday, October 04, 2010
Dreams
Enter Sandman.
I said I wanted to hear that song in the car. Less than 24 hours later, I just happened to get in the car at almost the precise moment it was coming on.
(Only the ending was interrupted when I had to run back into the house to retrieve a book. It was one that got lent to me and I was surprised. I take note when someone just kind of pushes a book into my hands. This one was Hands of Light.)
How fantastic is it, when that happens?
Once, not at all long ago, I had some experience in the dream world. It sort of involved meeting a friend. Who this friend could be, it's hard to say, the visage changed several times, could have been many people, even at one point a Jim Morrison-ish guy (of all people. Sheesh.) I don't know where that came from, perhaps a part of that one decided to drop in on this part of the state.
I suppose the best part of the dream was, me and friend just sort of sat among a group at a picnic and friend told me that I "get it."
And that 'twas a nice little dream, and what is the meaning of dreams? Kind of like the stuff that singing in the clawfoot bathtub while you're a kid playing with plastic ufos from a McDonalds happy meal is made of.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream.
I said I wanted to hear that song in the car. Less than 24 hours later, I just happened to get in the car at almost the precise moment it was coming on.
(Only the ending was interrupted when I had to run back into the house to retrieve a book. It was one that got lent to me and I was surprised. I take note when someone just kind of pushes a book into my hands. This one was Hands of Light.)
How fantastic is it, when that happens?
Once, not at all long ago, I had some experience in the dream world. It sort of involved meeting a friend. Who this friend could be, it's hard to say, the visage changed several times, could have been many people, even at one point a Jim Morrison-ish guy (of all people. Sheesh.) I don't know where that came from, perhaps a part of that one decided to drop in on this part of the state.
I suppose the best part of the dream was, me and friend just sort of sat among a group at a picnic and friend told me that I "get it."
And that 'twas a nice little dream, and what is the meaning of dreams? Kind of like the stuff that singing in the clawfoot bathtub while you're a kid playing with plastic ufos from a McDonalds happy meal is made of.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream.
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Gorgeous
Fruit in my bowl.
Herbs in the salad drawer.
Purple heirloom beanpods; I have no idea what I'm going to do with them.
The local produce exchange. I was able to contribute, thanks to the previous tenant who planted mint!
A new foodblog to read: kkhousewifefantasies.com.
Herbs in the salad drawer.
Purple heirloom beanpods; I have no idea what I'm going to do with them.
The local produce exchange. I was able to contribute, thanks to the previous tenant who planted mint!
A new foodblog to read: kkhousewifefantasies.com.
Friday, October 01, 2010
It stuck a chord
Stuck. I thought I wanted to type "struck."
Yesterday, I happily accepted the score on my typing test (high enough for the jobs I've looked at.) I had a pretty happy outlook most of the day...I stopped to get coffee on a gift card I received as a present. Only worry: Sugars! What kind of drink doesn't have too much sugar? (The girl behind the counter explained the "skinny drink" menu went away and even if you put sugar free syrup in a regular drink, milk itself has a fair amount of sugar...wow, I didn't expect her to be so vigilant about sugar, but then again in a way I'm not surprised.)
On the way out I saw the headline for a story in the paper that made me feel sick. That is one incident concerning a place that has A LOT of problems. On a slightly different topic, there are schools which have also terrible problems with assault, and that is one.
It has not been addressed adequately.
Happier note: the article about the wrestler who has made massive contributions (both financial and time-wise) to RAINN.
Also there was a good story on "This American Life," the espisode was about "frenememies." Or frenemies. Whatever. (About the spelling of frenemies. Not about the content of the show and article.)
Yesterday, I happily accepted the score on my typing test (high enough for the jobs I've looked at.) I had a pretty happy outlook most of the day...I stopped to get coffee on a gift card I received as a present. Only worry: Sugars! What kind of drink doesn't have too much sugar? (The girl behind the counter explained the "skinny drink" menu went away and even if you put sugar free syrup in a regular drink, milk itself has a fair amount of sugar...wow, I didn't expect her to be so vigilant about sugar, but then again in a way I'm not surprised.)
On the way out I saw the headline for a story in the paper that made me feel sick. That is one incident concerning a place that has A LOT of problems. On a slightly different topic, there are schools which have also terrible problems with assault, and that is one.
It has not been addressed adequately.
Happier note: the article about the wrestler who has made massive contributions (both financial and time-wise) to RAINN.
Also there was a good story on "This American Life," the espisode was about "frenememies." Or frenemies. Whatever. (About the spelling of frenemies. Not about the content of the show and article.)