7/22/08

eden roc

its a weird news week


–they finally found radovan karadžić, of all people... apparently he was hiding in belgrade as a practicing doctor for 13 years, [for those who don't know, he's a bosnian politician who's been charged with committing war crimes during the bosnian civil war in the 90s]

–zimbabwe introduced a new currency: the 100 billion dollar note [currently the exchange rate for $1 US is 425,276,250,000 zimbabwean dollars]

–the first ever nepali presidential election was won by ram baran yadav of the nepali congress party [a centrist democratic socialism party], only two months after the communist party of nepal abolished nepal's 240 monarchy

–estelle getty died [apparently she had dementia]

–paul mccartney of all people told the parti québécois to 'smoke the pipes of peace and to just put away your hatchets', and was received with upset and hostility when he arrived in montreal to play for the 400th anniversary of quebec city [the parti québécois is internationally known for its attempts to gain national sovereignty and secede from canada]

–christian bale was arrested and released on bail for allegations that he assaulted his mother and sister [he was arrested in london]

–a man in jerusalem went on a rampage while driving a backhoe, and rammed into cars and buses before being shot and killed by border police

–the first trial of salim hamdan [former driver for osama bin laden] began in guantanamo bay, with hamdan pleading not guilty to charges of conspiracy and supporting terrorism

–a case was brought forward in may by three citizens of the greek island of lesbos allegating that the term 'lesbian' referring to gay women was an insult to their identity and asked that it be banned. a judge in athens saw it differently, and ruled against them

–a man who was angry about a proposed third runway an heathrow airport in london superglued himself to gordon brown, the english prime minister. when that failed, he tried to glue himself to the gates of downing street, but he didn't have enough glue

–in iran, a man and eight woman have been sentenced to death by stoning for committing adultery [iranian law states that men must be buried up to the waist and women up to the chest before being stoned, and the rocks must not be big enough to kill the person immediately]

–researchers from chichester university in england discovered that being a drummer in a rock band is the equivalent of being a top athlete; drummers tested had heart rates around 190 bpm after 90 minutes of playing, and an hour in concert can burn up to 600 calories [smith also the stamina of rock drummers needs to be outstanding since they can play hundreds of concerts a year, while athletes play only once or twice week for the duration of their season]

7/10/08

小辛

its just like him
to wander off in the evergreen park
slowly searching
for any sign of the ones he used to love
he says he's got nothing left to live for
and this time i think you'll know

she's just like him
spoiled rotten, confused by the lies she's been fed
and she's searching for no one but herself
her eyes turn to green
and she seems to be happy that she is here
and this time i think you'll know

you're not alone
there is more to this i know
you can make it out
you will live to tell

you are not alone
you're not, you're not
alone

6/15/08

brevity

i'd like it to be known
that i have nothing to say

6/4/08

πλασίμπο

it doesn't hurt me
you want to feel how it feels?
you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
you want to hear about the deal i'm making?

you don't want to hurt me
but see how deep the bullet lies
unaware that i'm tearing you asunder
there's a thunder in our hearts, baby

so much hate for the ones we love
tell me, we both matter, don't we?
you, you and me, won't be unhappy

come on baby, come on, come one darling
let me steal this moment from you now
come on angel, come on, come on darling
let's exchange the experience

and if i only could
make a deal with god
get him to swap our places
be running up that road
be running up that hill
be running up that building
with no problems
if i only could

5/29/08

holãdiós

i like where we are
when we drive, in your car
i like where we are...here

cause our lips can touch
and our cheeks can brush
our lips can touch..here

i like where you sleep
when you sleep, next to me
i like where you sleep...here

well you are the one, the one that lies close to me
whispers 'hello, i miss you quite terribly'
i fell in love, in love with you suddenly
now there's no place else i could be but here in your arms

5/26/08

ボウイ

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 my spaceship knows which way to go
tell my wife i love her...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....

here am i floating round my tin can
far above the moon
planet earth is blue
and there's nothing i can do

5/22/08

гробан

i watch the morning dawn upon your skin
a splinter in the light
it caught and frayed the very heart of us
it's been hiding there inside for all this time
how a sure thing winds up just like this
clockwork silence only knows

sweeping eggshells still at 3 am
we're trying far too hard
the tattered though balloons above our heads
sinking in the weight of all we need to say
why's and what if's have since long played out
left us short on happy endings

and it's no one's fault
there's no black and white
only you and me
on this endless night
and as the hours run away
with another life
oh, darling can't you see
its now or never
you know there's so much more

5/6/08

lament

fanuilos heryn aglar
rîn athat annún-aearath
calad ammen i reniar
mi'aladhremmin ennorath

a elbereth gilthoniel
i chîn a thûl lin míriel
fanuilos le linnathon
ne ndor haer thar i aearon

a elin na gaim eglerib
ned în ben-anor trerennin
si silivrin ne pherth 'waewib
cenim lyth thílyn thueinnin

a elbereth gilthoniel
men echenim sí derthiel
ne chaered hed nu'aladhath
ngilith or annún-aearath

4/27/08

caída

son, you've got a way to fall
they'll tell you where to go,
but they won't know

son, you better take it all
they'll tell you what they know,
but they won't show

son, you've got a way to kill
they're picking on you still,
but they don't know

son, you'd better wait to shine
they'll tell you what is yours,
but they'll take mine

oh, i've got something in my throat
i need to be alone
while i suffer

oh, there's a hole inside my boat
and i need to stay afloat
for the summer

4/21/08

þrēo

they painted up your secrets
with the lies they told to you
and the least they ever gave you
was the most you ever knew

and i wonder where these dreams go
when the world gets in your way
what's the point in all this screaming
no one's listening anyway

your voice is small and fading
and you're hiding here alone
and your mother loves you father
cuz she's got nowhere to go

and she wonders where these dreams go
cuz the world got in her way
what's the point in ever trying
nothing's changing anyway

they press their lips against you
and you love the lies they say
and i tried to so hard to reach you
but you're falling anyway

and you know i see right through you
cuz the world gets in your way
what's the point in all this screaming
you're not listening anyway

4/20/08

mclean

i heard he sang a good song
i heard he had a style
and so i came to see him
to listen for a while
and there he was, this young boy
stranger to my eyes

i felt all flushed with fever
embarrassed by the crowd
i felt he'd found my letters
and read each one out loud
i prayed that he would finish
but he just kept right on

he sang as if he knew me
in all my dark despair
and then he looked right through me
as if i wasn't there
but he was there
this stranger, singing clear and loud

strumming my pain with his fingers
singing my life with his words
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words
killing me softly with his song

4/16/08

брежонэг

[disregard]

i was told something this morning that struck me oddly
i was talking to jill, and she told me
'you're one of those people i can just talk to
and you'll make me feel better'

she's not the first to say that to me
and probly won't be the last
but it still hits me right between the eyes
i think because its such a turnaround from a few years ago
before sophomore year in high school
no one came to me for anything
i was never the person people came to talk to
i never minded that [most of them i wouldn't want to listen to]
but that was the way it was for so long
and now, in the past fours years
i've somehow become the person to go to
i dunno how it happened
nothing i can really do about it, i guess
i dunno why any of that was really worth mentioning either
i guess it isn't

so tired, and andresen is so boring
fucking geography

brezhoneg

the amount of sleep i've had in the past two days:
low, even for me
plus tonight, i'll be somewhere around 11 hours since sunday

apparently, all level IIs have to go to training on saturday
training, i'm told, that will last FIVE FUCKING HOURS
i hardly care enough to keep showing up for my damn shifts
and now this?
i don't care that i'm being paid to go to this
i'm still going to be bored out of my fucking mind
as if the videos weren't bad enough

concert was tonight
had to borrow a shirt from jim, since my white one is way too big
went to dublin square afterwards
ended up staying for about two hours [go figure]
i also listened the 'furioso and valse' when i got back,
i hate when i remind myself about when i could still play percussion
son of a bitch, i was really good once upon a time
not anymore
john hill would be so disappointed

and of course, listening to just one thing from my band cds
i end up back on 'on a hymnsong of philip bliss'
i'll be damned if it doesn't always make me think of mr anderson
and how i'll never forgive myself for lying to him the last time i saw him
s'hard to stomach sometimes that he's gone
fuck

i've seen fucking 3`15 every goddamn day for two fucking weeks
i'm tired of it

4/13/08

リトアニア語

it was like a rollercoaster this week
felt good about the paper
actually, about classes in general
but about everything else i felt/feel like shit

some jackasses keep fucking with our whiteboard
and its really pissing me off
ripping it off the door was one thing
but smashing it apart for no reason is another
and they did it again today
came back from work, damn thing was on the floor down the hall
so fucking stupid
i can't wait to away from some of these dipshits

today at work, i was by the host station ignoring farva
when someone said something i didn't catch
and i said 'что?' [means 'what' in russian]
and one of the guys who had just walked in
looks at me and says hi in russian
turns out he's from lithuania and his buddy's from siberia
oh the random events at the gallery
they were pretty cool guys
talking about how there are never any pretty russian girls in america
guess rossiya's keeping them all to herself

i feel kinda bad for andy
he's had a couple shitty days in a row
he's at home now, probly sleeping
hopefully, at least, since he was up for over 24 hours last time i saw him
maybe next week will be a little better for him
if nothing else, the semester's almost over

4/7/08

molossia

man, my hands are really dry and peeling
i love my job

i really don't know why i go to geography every monday
i really don't
its not like anything i'm learning is vitally important to anything i do
and its not like its incredibly interesting
soon enough, it'll be over
soon enough

god i am tired as shit
i really need to not sleep in till 4 pm on the weekends
it really fucks with me during the week
shit, i think i have a russian test tomorrow
at least my paper's done
i'm going to sleep when i get back