This is my grill in my backyard.
diumenge, de juliol 23, 2006
dissabte, de juliol 22, 2006
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
"This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows"
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
"This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows"
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
divendres, de juliol 21, 2006
I just watched 'Le Cercle Rouge'.
It was good, but I just can't take a French action movie seriously.
I went down to an art gallery in midtown today and saw an interesting little show of drawings and several paintings.
My little sister called me from Jamaica yesterday. She confirmed that there are, in fact, a lot of black people there.
I've decided that I would like to run for congress one day.
I went to dinner with my friend Amy tonight. That was fun, even if the place we went was all hype.
I watched a significant portion of 'Point Break' the other day. That's a good one.
I want a .44 revolver. I actually want a lot of guns. I am essentially a pacifist, but i like guns. A lot.
Being alone in my house is sort of creepy at night.
My dog dug a big hole in the yard today; she doesn't normally do that.
My brother has had several dreams in the last few weeks in which he has stabbed people. To death.
dimecres, de juliol 12, 2006
dimarts, de juliol 11, 2006
Aaaaaaaaaaaand Cal I is over. Cal II begins day after tommorrow and my parents and little sister are going on a 7 day cruise on sunday. I'm tempted to do a little entertaining during my week of solitude, but I dunno yet.
I'm reading 'Silence' by Shusaku Endo. It is a simple story of a Portuguese jesuit priest in Japan during the 1630's, a time of viscious persecution of the small christian population.
Blockbuster Online sucks royally, so we cancelled and have switched to netflix. I will get my own account next month when I move into my apartment. I think I will get a newspaper subscription as well as a monthly news mag like, say, The Atlantic. As for the newspaper, right now I'm thinking the Wall Street Journal, but today i thought it might be nice to get some local flavor; many of the articles in newspapers are taken from other papers and the AP, anyway...
So these, supplemented with the daily ROY REPORT emails, should keep me very well informed.
My dad has a terribly washed out [framed] Renoir print. The name eludes me now, but I did see it in person when it came to the MFAH a few years ago. No te preocupes, the pic is not on the wall; I'm not the only one who can tell when a framed print has reached the end of it's life.
I watched 'Blue Velvet' the other day, and I liked it. A lot. My new favorite movie quote of all time is: "baby wants to fuck"
I really want to go to Bora Bora.
Ken Lay died in the same town as Hunter S. Thompson.
My sister has adopted the habit of Boasting about the things that SHE feels are really cool. Yesterday she comes into my room and in this bitchy little voice tells me about how she is going to play frisbee and that because of this she is luckier than me. Needless to say, i threw a temper tantrum and made my dad play frisbee with me instead while my little sister sobbed on the sidelines. No, seriously. I find it hilarious and a little sad that my sister believes her petty 5 year old delights are equally as delightful to me, and that I am constantly disappointed because of my natural exclusion from such things. And dammit, she is too young to fully appreciate my sarcastic passive-aggressive way of handling things. For example: i once made the mistake of asking her if she "wanted a cookie" after she told me something she thought was cool. She, of course, did want a cookie.
I bought 8 1/2 today. huzzah.
http://www.mediaupload.com/flvplayer.swf?file=files/20060710/neburnoutopznafrikaans_0.wmv.flv
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me dio dos luceros que cuando los abro
perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco
y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado
y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo.
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto
me ha dado el oido que en todo su ancho
graba noche y dia grillos y canarios
martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos
y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado.
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me ha dado el sonido y el abedecedario
con él las palabras que pienso y declaro
madre amigo hermano y luz alumbrando,
la ruta del alma del que estoy amando.
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados
con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,
playas y desiertos montañas y llanos
y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me dio el corazón que agita su marco
cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano,
cuando miro el bueno tan lejos del malo,
cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros.
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto,
asi yo distingo dicha de quebranto
los dos materiales que forman mi canto
y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto
y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto.
Gracias a la Vida
Gracias a la Vida
Gracias a la Vida
Gracias a la Vida.
I'm reading 'Silence' by Shusaku Endo. It is a simple story of a Portuguese jesuit priest in Japan during the 1630's, a time of viscious persecution of the small christian population.
Blockbuster Online sucks royally, so we cancelled and have switched to netflix. I will get my own account next month when I move into my apartment. I think I will get a newspaper subscription as well as a monthly news mag like, say, The Atlantic. As for the newspaper, right now I'm thinking the Wall Street Journal, but today i thought it might be nice to get some local flavor; many of the articles in newspapers are taken from other papers and the AP, anyway...
So these, supplemented with the daily ROY REPORT emails, should keep me very well informed.
My dad has a terribly washed out [framed] Renoir print. The name eludes me now, but I did see it in person when it came to the MFAH a few years ago. No te preocupes, the pic is not on the wall; I'm not the only one who can tell when a framed print has reached the end of it's life.
I watched 'Blue Velvet' the other day, and I liked it. A lot. My new favorite movie quote of all time is: "baby wants to fuck"
I really want to go to Bora Bora.
Ken Lay died in the same town as Hunter S. Thompson.
My sister has adopted the habit of Boasting about the things that SHE feels are really cool. Yesterday she comes into my room and in this bitchy little voice tells me about how she is going to play frisbee and that because of this she is luckier than me. Needless to say, i threw a temper tantrum and made my dad play frisbee with me instead while my little sister sobbed on the sidelines. No, seriously. I find it hilarious and a little sad that my sister believes her petty 5 year old delights are equally as delightful to me, and that I am constantly disappointed because of my natural exclusion from such things. And dammit, she is too young to fully appreciate my sarcastic passive-aggressive way of handling things. For example: i once made the mistake of asking her if she "wanted a cookie" after she told me something she thought was cool. She, of course, did want a cookie.
I bought 8 1/2 today. huzzah.
http://www.mediaupload.com/flvplayer.swf?file=files/20060710/neburnoutopznafrikaans_0.wmv.flv
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me dio dos luceros que cuando los abro
perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco
y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado
y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo.
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto
me ha dado el oido que en todo su ancho
graba noche y dia grillos y canarios
martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos
y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado.
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me ha dado el sonido y el abedecedario
con él las palabras que pienso y declaro
madre amigo hermano y luz alumbrando,
la ruta del alma del que estoy amando.
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados
con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,
playas y desiertos montañas y llanos
y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me dio el corazón que agita su marco
cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano,
cuando miro el bueno tan lejos del malo,
cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros.
Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tanto
me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto,
asi yo distingo dicha de quebranto
los dos materiales que forman mi canto
y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto
y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto.
Gracias a la Vida
Gracias a la Vida
Gracias a la Vida
Gracias a la Vida.
diumenge, de juny 25, 2006
I can never forget you - the way you rock the girls
They move a world and love you - a blast in the underworld
I stick a knife in my head - thinking bout your eyes
But now that you been shot dead - Ive got a new surprise
I been waitin for you just to say
Hes off to check his mind
But all I know is you got no money
But thats got nothing to do with a good time
Can you forgive the boy who - shot you in the head
Or should you get a gun and - go and get revenge?
A 100% of my love - up to you true star
Its hard to believe you took off - I always thought youd go far
But Ive been around the world a million times
And all you men are slime
Its the gun to my head, goodbye I am dead
Wastewood rockers is time for cryin, hey!
dissabte, de juny 17, 2006
Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
But oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad.
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
...
If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
...
dimarts, de juny 06, 2006
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