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Thursday, November 19th, 2009
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6:00 pm - term of art, sort of
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performative maverickiness
current music: sheep go to heaven / goats go to hell
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| Monday, November 16th, 2009
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5:39 pm - tempest in a tempel-tuttle teapot
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be sure and watch the sky.
ophelia has a moon roof :)
"those in the eastern u.s. and canada are especially favored because leo will be high in the southeast sky between 3:30 and 5:30 a.m. est, just before earth is expected to exit the meteor cloud. for the west coast, this translates to 12:30 to 2:30 a.m. pst, when leo is much lower down in the eastern sky.
although the overall meteor numbers are expected to be modest at best, the particles that produce them might be larger than the usual flecks of dust that comprise the leonid swarm. recall that this cloud of comet particles was released into space in 1567. when such "comet bits" circle the sun for many hundreds of years, the tinier (dust grain) material tends to be pushed away from the sun and dispersed by the pressure of solar radiation. conversely, because they are relatively unaffected by radiation pressure and leave the comet nucleus with less velocity than their smaller brethren do, the larger pebble-to-marble sized particles tend to linger for a much longer time.
the result could be meteors that are predominantly bright. watch for the possibility of catching sight of a fireball or bolide (a meteor that silently explodes like a strobe along its path). about half might leave luminous trains lasting anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes. indeed, catching sight of even one such meteor will make the vigil of a cold november night worthwhile!
current music: i'll be there for you / in starlight
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| Sunday, November 15th, 2009
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8:24 pm - .
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this can't be the first time this has been expressed, but if so, my hat is off to michael scott.
"the only time you should care about a woman's age...is if she is too young for you.
and i am not robbing the cradle.
if anything, i am robbing the grave."
either way, the depth of my amusement is incalculable.
current music: you're so young you're so goddam young you're so goddam young you're so goddam
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| Saturday, November 14th, 2009
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4:58 pm - i had too much to dream
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the centrifugal force which propelled him was evidently, for some reason, greatly accelerated, for the scenery of the country he was crossing glided by him at so rapid a rate of speed that it nearly took his breath away.
"i wonder if i've passed vienna in the night," he thought. "it ought not to have taken me more than a few hours to reach there from paris."
"really, pomfret!"
"forgive me, alice. i'm only a young car, and sometimes, when the petrol gets into my tank-"
"i hope you don't take more than you should."
"i'm sober enough to see you've got a fine pair of headlights."
"i'm afraid you're of rather a coming-on disposition, pomfret."
"i'm afraid i don't understand you," objected the boy. "what will happen to the oz people, and what sort of an army could we get together, except of people?"
"i'll tell you. the forests of oz are full of beasts. some of them, in the far-away places, are savage and cruel, and would gladly follow a leader as savage as themselves. they have never troubled the oz people much, because they had no leader to urge them on, but we will tell them to help us conquer oz and as a reward we will transform all the beasts into men and women, and let them live in the houses and enjoy all the good things."
saturday cxviii
current music: my mind is racing / as it always will
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4:43 pm - at swim: one fish
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| Friday, November 13th, 2009
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1:17 am - in it to win it
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much love and admiration to steve yzerman on hall of fame night at the joe, celebrating his recent induction. he brought all of his trophies with, including lord stanley's cup. here, my shaky memento of standing two feet from said vessel:
and here is the view of a scrum from the second row:
thanks to the boys for getting a win for the captain on his night.
[ over the canucks, no less :) ]
they played a snippet of enjoy the silence at one point. naturally.
thursday cxviii
current music: celebrate we will / for life is short / but sweet / for certain
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| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
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7:27 pm - nous sommes tous des imbéciles
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elle aimait mon goût
il était une fois
current music: elle blâme les ténèbres
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| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009
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5:03 pm - mí na samhna
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no sun--no moon!
no morn--no noon!
no dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
no sky--no earthly view--
no distance looking blue--
no road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--
no end to any row--
no indications where the crescents go--
no top to any steeple--
no recognitions of familiar people--
no courtesies for showing 'em--
no knowing 'em!
no traveling at all--no locomotion--
no inkling of the way--no notion--
"no go" by land or ocean--
no mail--no post--
no news from any foreign coast--
no park, no ring, no afternoon gentility--
no company--no nobility--
no warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
no comfortable feel in any member--
no shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds--
november!
current music: listen to it twice
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| Sunday, November 1st, 2009
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11:47 pm - 11/1 11:47
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congratulations brett, on tds 477, 478, 479, and 480 in a big win on 11/1.
current mood: naive yes but none the worse
current music: this smash number one goes to his lover in the belfry
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| Saturday, October 10th, 2009
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11:20 pm - tmtmtl
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happy 40th birthday to brett favre.
next year his birthday falls on a sunday...10/10/10...that should be a helluva game.
i wonder what team he'll be playing for on his 47th birthday.
saturday cxiii
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| Monday, October 5th, 2009
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9:24 pm - five days before his 40th birthday.
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i don't know that i believe it myself.
brett favre just threw the first touchdown of his career against the packers.
it was his 470th career touchdown.
so yeah.
current music: &you're going in/in/for the kill/kill/for the killer kiss/kiss/for the kiss/kiss
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6:51 pm - but girl i ain't somebody / with a lot of sympathy
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the pack come to favre's new vikingdom.
the legend continues.
are you ready?
mnf cxiii
current music: let vikingdom come
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| Sunday, September 27th, 2009
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9:53 pm - on any given autumn sunday
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the joy of watching favre throw yet another game-winning touchdown with seconds left on the clock.
and knowing you were watching it too.
and not needing to be there or speak to you to know your reaction.
nor you needing to be here or speak to me to know mine.
current music: you were so stupid / to believe in things you couldn't see
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9:50 pm - to autumn
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season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
conspiring with him how to load and bless
with fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
to bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
and fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
to swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
with a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
and still more, later flowers for the bees,
until they think warm days will never cease,
for summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
and sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
steady thy laden head across a brook;
or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
where are the songs of spring? ay, where are they?
think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
while barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
and touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
among the river shallows, borne aloft
or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
and full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
the red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
and gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
sunday cxii bis
current music: and they're charging more for wonder / and they're burning fields of wheat
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| Thursday, September 24th, 2009
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7:34 pm - love lies bleeding
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'est enfermé dans ma mémoire.
et vous vous-même gardera la touche de celui.
is there a more appropriate name for a play that cannot be found, that doesn't exist,
than love's labours won?
but what a macguffin.
current music: et il ya des pensées / ils sont pour les pensées
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| Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
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2:29 am - the circus is fallin' down on its knees / the big top is crumbling down
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flipping through bythos in the past hour or so i've heard four different versions of round here.
srsly.
***
these strange conversations
keep passing me by
and i ain't got nothing to say
except
you get what you pay for
but i just had no
intention
of living this way
you see there's things i remember
and things i forget
current music: what would you change / if you could?
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| Wednesday, August 19th, 2009
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9:43 pm - a riotous mystery
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how a triangle show ever got off was a mystery, but it was a riotous mystery, anyway, whether or not one did enough service to wear a little gold triangle on his watch-chain.
dedication
to madame josephine delannoy nee doumerc.
madame, may god grant that this, my book, may live longer than i,
for then the gratitude which i owe to you, and which i hope will
equal your almost maternal kindness to me, would last beyond the
limits prescribed for human affection. this sublime privilege of
prolonging life in our hearts for a time by the life of the work
we leave behind us would be (if we could only be sure of gaining
it at last) a reward indeed for all the labor undertaken by those
who aspire to such an immortality.
yet again i say--may god grant it!
he had just learned of the treacherous conduct of one in whom he had every reason to trust.
and here and there i saw a woman sit apart. the others danced and sang and fed their children, but she sat silent with her head aside as though she listened. her little children plucked her gown; she did not see them; she was listening to some sound, but she did not stir.
"mme la duchesse, i am in despair that god should have invented no way for a woman to confirm the gift of her heart save by adding the gift of her person. the high value which you yourself put upon the gift teaches me that i cannot attach less importance to it. if you have given me your inmost self and your whole heart, as you tell me, what can the rest matter? and besides, if my happiness means so painful a sacrifice, let us say no more about it. but you must pardon a man of spirit if he feels
humiliated at being taken for a spaniel."
"m. le marquis, i am in despair that god should not have
invented some nobler way for a man to confirm the gift of his
heart than by the manifestation of prodigiously vulgar desires.
we become bond-slaves when we give ourselves body and soul, but a
man is bound to nothing by accepting the gift. who will assure
me that love will last? the very love that i might show for you
at every moment, the better to keep your love, might serve you as
a reason for deserting me. i have no wish to be a second edition
of mme de beauseant. who can ever know what it is that keeps you
beside us? our persistent coldness of heart is the cause of an
unfailing passion in some of you; other men ask for an untiring
devotion, to be idolised at every moment; some for gentleness,
others for tyranny. no woman in this world as yet has really
read the riddle of man's heart."
there was a pause. when she spoke again it was in a different
tone.
"after all, my friend, you cannot prevent a woman from trembling
at the question, `will this love last always?' hard though my
words may be, the dread of losing you puts them into my mouth.
oh, me! it is not i who speaks, dear, it is reason; and how
should anyone so mad as i be reasonable? in truth, i am nothing
of the sort."
chapter xviii
the fatal period
the pressure of want--whatever might be the case with the other
force--was, however, presumably not active now, for the tokens of a
chastened ease still abounded after all, many marks of a taste
whose discriminations might perhaps have been called eccentric. he
guessed at intense little preferences and sharp little exclusions,
a deep suspicion of the vulgar and a personal view of the right.
the general result of this was something for which he had no name
on the spot quite ready, but something he would have come nearest
to naming in speaking of it as the air of supreme respectability,
the consciousness, small, still, reserved, but none the less
distinct and diffused, of private honour. the air of supreme
respectability--that was a strange blank wall for his adventure to
have brought him to break his nose against. it had in fact, as he
was now aware, filled all the approaches, hovered in the court as
he passed, hung on the staircase as he mounted, sounded in the
grave rumble of the old bell, as little electric as possible, of
which chad, at the door, had pulled the ancient but neatly-kept
tassel; it formed in short the clearest medium of its particular
kind that he had ever breathed. he would have answered for it at
the end of a quarter of an hour that some of the glass cases
contained swords and epaulettes of ancient colonels and generals;
medals and orders once pinned over hearts that had long since
ceased to beat; snuff-boxes bestowed on ministers and envoys;
copies of works presented, with inscriptions, by authors now
classic. at bottom of it all for him was the sense of her rare
unlikeness to the women he had known. this sense had grown, since
the day before, the more he recalled her, and had been above all
singularly fed by his talk with chad in the morning. everything in
fine made her immeasurably new, and nothing so new as the old house
and the old objects.
wednesday cvi
current music: a means to an end
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4:47 pm - if you're a true football fan, you understand.
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wednesday cvi
current music: they have a special interest / in your career
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| Thursday, August 13th, 2009
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6:04 pm - another one
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| Thursday, July 30th, 2009
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2:04 am - unsought
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betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
and each doth good turns now unto the other:
when that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
with my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
and to the painted banquet bids my heart;
another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
and in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
so, either by thy picture or my love,
thy self away, art present still with me;
for thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
and i am still with them, and they with thee;or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.
current music: pictures of you
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