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Yeah, of which I stated I was "going to" feature, but opted for door #2 instead.
What's that tune that is now being covered by another of my favs in that Lincoln commercial? "Space Oddity" is coming to mind as the title; is this a Bowie original as well, or do I have that wrong? |
a little transmogrified
in the Lincoln commercial, but right, since imitation means well. |
Though, too, I also heard that the version covered was that of a foreign (German) artist, so I don't rightly know who "wrote" the piece, I mean.
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/...611a97f4_m.jpg Space Oddity |
Since I can't think of anything really worthwhile right now, I still can't resist posting another just to add to the quantity here.
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I don't "know" who wrote
Ziggy Stardust, left alone, with Spiders from Mars. ...it doesn't really matter, to me, & I attribute it to "The Man" who played "The Man Who Fell to Earth", a freakish story; the author's name escapes me. on a lighter note: Told I need to change, I go blithely down my path, knowing I can't not. |
seems I upset someone..... possibly...
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I don't know how you can remedy that, Zooks.
People I upset just tend to ignore me for the inane reason they think I purposefully 'dissed' them. I let them go on ignoring me. Saves me the trouble. |
Talk about change, buddy can you spare a dime?
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By dime, do you mean a 'Roosevelt'?
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I found a 2-cent-piece in the garden, 20 years ago.
I can't spare it because my stingy ex, kept it. |
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Thank You. Oh, and FYI: the original post is gone now, needed for testing, but it was posted on August 5th, 2009, in the midst of my mini-theme of posting "Great Waves". Thanks again. (Darn! I just took a quick look thru the photostream, and none of his works are prior to Sept. of 2009. That's really weird.) |
an essay for one click to show |
...what I've been saying,
in that what we choose to share is still longer ours, so lightening up by our fellows lessens loads & lets us move on. ...I'd like to meet Yang Mao-lin |
I really find it quite irksome how many times I allow one of my ideas to just slip away and vanish.
I've got nothing. But, I do have an eagerness to fulfill, so I ask: what is it you'd like to see, or have me search for, or state? I'm really lost without meaning, or a postulation. |
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Dietrich Oltmanns Some Trees John Ashbery These are amazing: each Joining a neighbor, as though speech Were a still performance. Arranging by chance To meet as far this morning From the world as agreeing With it, you and I Are suddenly what the trees try To tell us we are: That their merely being there Means something; that soon We may touch, love, explain. And glad not to have invented Some comeliness, we are surrounded: A silence already filled with noises, A canvas on which emerges A chorus of smiles, a winter morning. Place in a puzzling light, and moving, Our days put on such reticence These accents seem their own defense. |
I try too hard to draw meaning from others by giving up too much of myself. That's my problem. I've got to learn to stop caring.
post-script: an appreciative response for the poem, accompanied by the topic-ture as well. I need to glean more words I actually would rather spend time searching for, than what is actually repletely and abundantly spit out around town. |
I searched within.
I googled within, and the above was the gift. Not caring? That sounds as impossible as willing oneself to stop breathing. ---------- Post added at 10:40 AM ---------- Previous post was at 10:32 AM ---------- Kabat-Zinn said that mindfulness is, "paying attention on purpose, in the present moment, and nonjudgmentally, to the unfolding of experience moment to moment." |
What we tell ourselves,
not even recognizing, can be the problem. 2+2+6=1+9 |
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You're incredible.
We need much more time to talk. Come up & see me. |
Soon as possible.
The tides of fortune have us both fund challenged, for now. The train might be an option. My 11 year old Ford is barely safe to drive cross-town. |
let's write some lyrics
such as have been requested & I'll come to you. |
one of the longest romances, as befits this thread
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It'll get longer;
just a sneaking suspicion, as I live & breathe. |
I wonder if we could round up eleven lords a leaping for the next leap day.
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Six hundred six days,
give or take a few moments provides time enough. |
As is, and has always been true for most of my life: I've got to get the hell out of here.
Faceless, nameless and without regard, I don't need your blunt eyes. |
I should have stayed gone
when the moments had ripened, but now they've gone off. |
Hello everyone.
Care for a ripe nectarine? http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...ctarinebmp.jpg Everyone: Cheer the fuck up. |
I love nectarines so much ... so, that I can hardly stand the taste of these peaches that grown locally here (foreign).
Not enough juicyness, and as you may have glanced from years' of contribution here, I do love myself the juice. |
Pass the fruit. I'll bring the napkins.
Cheering for fuck-ups, not unknown as a pass-time, is often in jest. Happy Monday, ring. |
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Cheerleaders give me nightmares.
Almost as bad as clowns. |
You know I finally noticed something (about a few weeks ago, but then I forgot it again...), and now I've recalled it: I still don't know what, and how, the song "Israel" goes... the internet is not kind to such boscurely-titled tunes as this one, and I'm really beginning to doubt whether or not it's actually related to X-mas at all.
Please help. |
Plus three forty-one,
we should really celebrate; maybe skite a bit. I don't know the song, Jet, sorry...nor have I had any luck coming up with an answer to your Hot Seat. |
what was the question again (second part reply)?
it goes by so long when anyone, actually, responds to any of my threads and themes that I just get used to being invisible, and I release my saditude here, and for that, I apologize. I'm not a mopey guy. I just would like to have a fraction, just a few sparse comments of appreciation, to the hard work and research I put into every post and thought and opinion I share around here, and for them to go by unnoticed like swirling leaves, just "leaves" me a bit darker. I'll try and re-find the audiblized tune I posted a while back, and maybe another title to the tune will spring forth in thine mind's eye. |
Jetty,
There are many people who admire your diligent efforts & creative threads. Perhaps a large zombie cat has gotten all of their tongues. I dunno. |
re: innovative chances.
I frequently don't realize them 'til long after they've been done. |
I took the time to re-find it.
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I did see that blue link to the behind story of it before (a week or a month or 2008, previously), but this was but the first time I clicked, and read it. My procrastination is a lucky curse.
It does seem like a perfect fit to my other encompassing theme. In fact... (hold the phone) |
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That's a pretty crazy account, Jet.
Which reminds me: I'm surprised they didn't make a video game or at least a mini-series based on the woman U.S. astronaut who stalked and attempted to kidnap the girlfriend of one of her partner male astronauts who she had the hots for; she even wore diapers, if I recall the story, so she wouldn't have to leave her watch. According the wikipedia, and just so you know what to watch out for, her reported hobbies have included reading, running, piano, gardening, skeet shooting, gourmet cooking, rubber stamp collecting and crossword puzzles. |
I've been meaning to feature more actual astronauts in my theme, but I've not yet gone in-depth in searching for their true names.
I do, however, have quite a bustling queue of them, still (I just need to attribute name one to picture one, and so on and so come then). But, I'm not much into featuring the deranged ones, much like the one you recounted above. What was I going to post? Oh, ctrl+v. - - - http://i45.tinypic.com/mil7x4.jpg Why? concert poster by Kevin Tong. |
My daughter does posters, not only for her band but also for other local businesses. Her specialty in art college was print making. Now she's the famous bass player. Hi, dearest!!! I love you
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I'm not really into labels, but current society seems to love them (when applied unto their own personages; I despise them, despit being a professed P-P.)
Point is: if your daughter were to introduce herself to me, BadNick, (or the other way 'round, as I usually need to bring pliers to extract a name from a stranger) to what would she refer herself as being: a "print-maker", graphic designer, illustrator, posterizor, (sp?) or just a regular ol' pencil artist? |
she usually says "print maker" or perhaps "bicycle mechanic" of the highest order (I added the "of the highest order" but it's true) or "bass player".
In this pic, you can see her being bass player, that's her top center with the asterisk tat on her right arm http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...jt/armstar.jpg |
Yes Nick, I remember that photo you posted a ways back of the bicycle on top of two bicycles? she created?
Proud papa you. Congrats. |
Thanks, Grace. I love that triple bike pic ...well, her.
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This is in one part for ring, and two parts for BadNick and myself:
(I don't drink, but I'm really all for the gyrations. Oh, and the kids - we need to support the children.) |
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Thanks, Jet. That's wonderful. It seems to me from several visits to Hooters that those Hooters girls are mostly cute as a button (are buttons cute? I'm not sure what the source of that saying is, but you probably know what I mean). I probably told this story already, but I feel that I'm getting old enough so that it's OK to tell stories again and not know if you told it already.
Back when my boys were a lot younger I took them and one of their friends to a local car meet in the Hooters parking lot. So when they got hungry I walked in with them and asked to be seated and was ready to order when the cute Hooters girl asked if I was in the car show outside and when I said "yes" she said "well you just leave those boys with us and we'll make sure they eat well and are entertained, and you can just go out and enjoy your car show. So she called two more Hooters girls over and they started taking such good care of the boys I felt jealous. Who the hell wants to be at a car show when you have 3 Hooters girls fussing over you?!!! I gave them a great tip $. A couple weeks later when my wife and I had a dinner date and we were taking the boys to the grandparents house, the boys asked if we couldn't just leave them at Hooters while we were away...I bet that would have worked, too. |
I'll have you know I'm currently thinking on a new thread idea about that very thing (the history of sayings). The only thing I'm missing is one or two very choice "wells" from which to gather my info and research.
One of my first queued submissions whenever I finally get around to starting this thread will be the origins of the phrase an "angel of death". |
Oh, and just because I'm here, and of which I found something all together cosmically random (everything I find on the net is random. I only visit here and tineye on a regular and consistent basis).
Again, I'll have you know, I really love nectarines. So do these guys (oh, no!) http://img808.imageshack.us/img808/1306/20091211.jpg I'll eventually transload this post in the webcomics thread, but for now, enjoy the exclusivity. *context |
nice nectarines, Jet.
My ex mother-in-law, who I really loved even after the divorce, had another thing she used to say "night vapors" ...meaning some kind of bad, night air that could make you sick. I always wondered about where that came from. Perhaps it's not exactly this, but old Europeans could have had their ideas influenced by such: audio of this episode: http://www.kuhf.org/programaudio/engines/eng848_64k.m3u Today, we try not to breathe the evil vapors of the night air. The University of Houston's College of Engineering presents this series about the machines that make our civilization run, and the people whose ingenuity created them. Here're two words for you: Malaria literally means "bad air." Miasma was a word we once used for air that carries diseases like malaria. A miasma was air, usually night air, tainted with poison. That's why a Shakespearean suitor said of his love, O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence. All through the 19th century we still believed that bad air, actually smelly air, caused disease. Microscopes had shown us germs swimming in water, but we didn't connect them with disease. Then, in 1853, an English doctor, John Snow, struggled with a cholera epidemic in London. The stink of death and sickness was all around. People thought that stink carried the disease. But Snow studied statistics. He finally pin-pointed a well whose water was fed by sewage from a public toilet up the hill. After that, Lister, Koch, and Pasteur identified disease-carrying germs. They learned to kill them. But the concept of miasma didn't go away. In 1870 the English physicist Tyndall proved that particles in air can carry germs -- the aerosol droplets we cough up, or dust. The air itself carries nothing at all. But we still believed in miasma. Tropical diseases like malaria and yellow fever seemed to be carried by miasma. You caught them without touching the sick. Africans had correctly told the English explorer Richard Burton that mosquitoes carried yellow fever. He laughed at natives who didn't understand that bad air simply arrived during mosquito season. It was 1897 before two doctors, Ronald Ross working in India, then Walter Reed working in Havana, began looking at mosquitoes. In 1897 Ross cut mosquitoes open. He found evidence of the bacterium that caused malaria in their stomachs. He was so excited that he sat down and wrote bad poetry about it: Henceforth I will resound, But praises unto Thee; Tho' I was beat and bound, Thou gavest me victory. By now typhoid and yellow fever were taking a terrible toll among our soldiers in Cuba. Walter Reed went looking for the cause. At first he suspected the miasma. However, by 1900 his team had proved that water carried typhoid. Two years later they showed that mosquitoes, not bad air, were carrying yellow fever. So we had, at last, "purged the night air of pestilence." Now we embraced fresh air as never before. We began building our houses with outdoor sleeping porches. Fresh air was still the great cure-all when I was a child. And maybe rightly so. For a new miasma of airborne carcinogens and pollutants is afflicting us. Today, we might well need fresh air, purged of pestilence, more than we ever did. I'm John Lienhard, at the University of Houston, where we're interested in the way inventive minds work. (Theme music) ---------- Post added at 09:35 PM ---------- Previous post was at 09:33 PM ---------- BTW, I'm happy to report that when I looked up after posting the above, I saw the first fire fly of the season flying across my living room :) From the corner of my eye I think I saw it come down my chimney. Maybe it's a Santa FireFly. Jet, if I find a picture of that, I'll put it in your santa thread. |
I've been seeing the fire flyers around as well, but the one thing I haven't seen in years are those caterpillars. I actually come to see cicadas more often now, than spotting a particulary green'n'hairy'pillar.
- - - not at all topical segue: current thought: Hmm! Natasha Leggero... .. |
I've seen a few furry caterpillars recently, but I don't recall if they were green
It seems she likes furry http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...5_crop_ups.jpg |
I'm probably going to bump this tiny discussion back up in another topic just to satisfy my little bit of personal confusion regarding certain celebritites, but like always, I tell you guys first:
I can barely tell the difference between comedienne/actress Natasha Leggero and nearly-unknown but still lauded actress, Mia Kirshner. I probably also just gave myself an excuse to post them both in the Hot ShowBiz gallery. |
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I can't believe I made it... out of breath... last second.
hnn. my newest fav, as a treat: http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/...cd0b9eced7.jpg by SH.PAK(찐은아빠) on flickr |
I like.
I'm still obsessed with nectarine. http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...inebrothel.jpg Nectarine brothel #9 http://oldphotosjapan.com/en/photos/...e-no-9-brothel |
That is the inherent quandry and dilemma with delaying ones'self - there is always a chance you will entirely forget what it was you held off for in the first place, and the longer you "bide", the greater the chance it will eventually wither away from your creative intellect processes.
With that said, I think I remember that you folks forgot that I recalled to ask for a hint or a helping hand in finding the origins of this lilting holiday tune, and perhaps it's best I do it myself with just an invest of four minutes of my time, but now I'm rambling on a bit, so now comes the time to bring this to a close, get to the point, and furthermore, get with getting on, but here comes the bride and circumstance to what I initially held off: Quote:
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Perhaps this might help.
UG Community @ Ultimate-Guitar.Com - Crystal Shards, post rock C4C I can search a bit more later, the dog is hounding me to take him for a walk. Later... ? |
I finally have come to find it:
but... I'm still not sure of the history of this particular tune; I'm quite sure I ahve heard it on the Charlie Brown Christmas special, but is it exclusivley used only there? I thought I've seen a few 60s films (with a scene in a frozen pond for ice-skating) using this accompanying music for some sort of emotional exposition. Am I wrong there? Going off to investigate further. |
Jet, I'll listen to that again at home. On my work desktop, it sounded like a combination of water gurgling down a drain, possibly in the Southern Hemisphere, combined with an out-take from the theme song for Monster Mash. Will try again later tonight...if you don't forget about it by then.
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This is humorous,
because.... I have no sound on this pc,since the last brain-wipe. |
edit: now that I hear the piano playing above, that is not what I heard in your previous link. This piano piece sounds familiar. I'll ponder it and post later.
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I do appeciate it.
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The kids in the gang
sang along as a chorus? There weren't many words. (that I remember) |
Jet, perhaps this bio of the composer, Vince Guaraldi, might remind you why or if it sounds familiar to you for a reason.
Plus, now that I found this five cent piece I sort of feel less Nicholas: Vince Guaraldi Biography |
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I'm still here, but I come and I go... I've been trying to upset the locals in another thread, elsewheres.... 3 |
For upsetting the locals,
you must choose your targets carefully & might not like what happens. |
Reading your little find about Gauraldi, I finally came heretofore recalling what lay dormant in my mind's queue of "what am I thinking":
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Catchy.
Life doesn't hurt you; Not of its own volition, unlike its victims. |
Memories of a small movie theatre in San Francisco - 1980
The seats were raggedy broken-down long couches, and a few old large chairs. It was a double feature. Orpheus & then Eraserhead. |
Never saw Eraserhead.
Perhaps you will tell me about it, or we'll watch it together. |
I've never seen Eraserhead either...
although; I did find this recently: http://9gag.com/photo/17870_540.jpg (another eventual entry into the webcomics thread, which I was late to starting by only about a week or so... the same goes for the Picture-Coutung Game: I should have started that theme as well, but procrastination forever lingers within me. If someone else were to start a 'TFP Aquarium' thread, tho, then I'd be pretty freaked out.) |
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While looking for some cluttered sings of "poetry", I came across this old post of mine, and it's high time i actually properly attributed it.
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I also came to find my original 'audience' reply as to why I completed a change of names'sake...
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You should have posted in the 'Chemtrails & Contrails' thread, back when you were 'Jetstream.' Jest for chuckles.
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Almost used "jetstream"
in the a-b-c word thread only this morning... ...but I couldn't make it fit... |
Oh, new page so soon? I hadn't even noticed it.
I sorely only wish to receive praises and ooh's, as well as a few sparse ahh's (as many as I can handle). Trouble is, I backed myself into a corner here by being the every-all-encompassing takes no stance but to delegate and post "pictures" dude, and somehow, because of that, I still am sensing this paranoia of myself being snubbed here is not at all just a concocted personal consipracy that lives but only in my mind. Anyway, the above diatribe above is only partially relevant to this next bit of asking: where do you think I should post this to receive maximum exposure (ie, at least 10 replies and/or 30 views.. I now aim for the floor because you've beat down to there). Hip Hop Kleuter | Flabber (it's a video of a B-boy showing you the moves) Also: if you found it, and would have liked to share it, what you entitle it (the thread, I mean)? |
Cute, talented kids:
Ev'ry parent's pride & joy, & consternation. (Put it in "Found on the Net"?) |
Oh, I almost forgot to give you guys homework before I called for school's out; as you may or may not have come to glimpse, I take notes on nearly everything I can get my hands on..
The reason why is not relevant right now, but of my thousands of notes, one of my favorites to rekindle upon and share alike is one I entitle "RECENT FILMS", which as youcan easily guess, details the titles of recent films to which I've come to watch (for the first time ever). Now, I'm not asking you to start and always hold onto such a notion of jotting down every single film you watch from heretofore until enternity says you've had enough cinema for one lifetime, but as a personal perspective of an agenda, won't you try to give a small bit of insight taken from my example, and set forth upon your own quest? Here's my rundown (curtailed to a concise perfectly personal last eleven): Anywhere But Here Last of the Dogmen They Live Pet Sematary Ghost World Juno Taps A Night at the Opera (Pixar's) Up Blood Diamonds Constantine Will you be good students and least try to jot down your last (or next) eleven films you've seen (for the first time or not) and come back to share with the class? |
It's probably a good thing
that you don't have to read my notebooks; I don't watch many movies... ...so this list is shorter: Avatar - loved it! Shutter Island - hated it. |
Jet, that's a cute B-boy move movie. Usually kids are cute. Probably not what you had in mind to get maximum exposure for it, but you could name it something like "the greatest hip hop dance video of all time". "Found On The Net" seems like an appropriate place to put it...unless you didn't find it on the net.
Before "kids" I used to watch at least several movies a week, sometimes several in one day. Now I can't recall the last movie I've seen but I'll think about that and make a list. |
I don't watch many films much either, I'm afraid. Other than Up, I don't believe I've come to watch one new film that premiered in either the whole of 2008, nor 2009. This year, too, I guess.
(I've still been meaning to watch that foreign (original) version of Insomnia, starring Skaarsgard.) |
The first post today?
It's been sixteen hours or so. How unusual... 22690 |
I've been busy reading.
Re-reading for the third time,to be exact. It's been on my shelf for years. http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...PIsitb-sti.jpg |
1 in 25?
I'd have guessed around 7, maybe even more. |
Tendencies perhaps, not full blooming. (like an ex-shrink I had for a brief spell.)
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Well, I might be one,
even guilty for thinking of others I know. |
I might be overusing the word, 'perhaps.'
Perhaps I am. |
I need to look up the exact uses and rules for parentheses in sentence structures. I'd also like to know ehen, if ever, brackets come into play in a narrative piece.
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^^I'm not counting you,
as my nearest and dearest; just others around. I'm sure it's just me, & imagining what-not, not sociopaths. |
Brackets hold up my bookshelves.
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Exacting uses and rules,
so long slipping into other times, are available no more. |
"The word, “splitting” can be used in two senses: as a way of perceiving OR as something that is “done” to others, and which results in conflict between others. Splitting is a process that oscillates between external and internal manifestations. Inconsistent, irrational, labile, and unpredictable behavior on the part of parents (an external manifestation) can result in a developmental process whereby a child’s thought processes (an internal manifestation) come to mirror these external behaviors. For example, the external behavior of a parent (most often a mother), biases the thought processes of a child into thinking in black and white, polarized ways. Because the parent does not model behavior and thinking that allows for shades of gray, continua, and subtleties, the child internalizes similar patterns. Thus, an external, i.e. behavioral, process on the part of a parent becomes a way of black-and-white thinking and perceiving on the part of a child. This internal process in the child then externalizes into that child’s behavior, which can then cause that child to treat people in polarized, black-and-white ways, such as valuation/devaluation."
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