Reflected in the Eye of a Dragonfly
Reflected in the eye of a dragonfly in lunar pool
And we will sail away on oceans
And a haze of carillons and juniper spines and the great
valley of humming gongs
On ships that sail away forever
Unexplained light reflected from the spine of a
I’ll seal your radiant kiss my lover
Strange rooms engulfed by a halo of alien architecture
Like sun across my eyes forever
And a dark garden of dragonflies encased in sulfur
You’ll see me standing there my lover
A silent walk through flowered knife shadows
Like trees against the sky forever
Then an unexplained kiss from a lethal angel
Then we will sail away on oceans
Reflected in the eye of a dragonfly in a lunar pool
On ships that sail away forever
—Harold Budd, from the album Glyph, 1995 (Collected in the book Colorful Fortune)
I find myself rather fond of the cold, crisp air. That is not to say that I enjoy the cold itself—in fact, I can’t stand to be too cold—but the air in the winter gets this quality that you never see in the warmer seasons; this crisp, clean sort of quality that refreshes you when you take a breath. A lazy day in the winter has this aware, sharp quality that you don’t get in hot, languorous summer air—the best time to get a whole lot of reading done.
And with a Nook and a rare book handy, I have a lot of reading to do.
"Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen. The best part about it: the camp value is so high that even if you don't bring your own personal mob of minions with you, there will be a group involved on it before the end of the first verse anyway, complete with ridiculous dancing and the like, before it's all over—it's so much fun.
Close second? "Space Oddity" by David Bowie.
"Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen. There cannot be a karaoke session without this campy gem. Especially when you have an enormous group: when everyone one jumps in, and the actual harmonies and stuff start getting worked in, things get crazy campy. Even people who don't usually get into karaoke tend to jump in on this one.
Close second? "Space Oddity."
Agreeing with the header assertion (Two Words: Charlie Brown).
It's a hilarious sendup of how things can go very very wrong with Thanksgiving dinner. And whether one wants to admit it or not, something is almost guaranteed to go wrong.
It's always nice when what goes wrong turns out hilarious, though.
It was the Fourth of July one year. I was on a major "let's get the family healthy!" kick, and had been working hard to get people to quit smoking—or at least cut back—for the sake of the huge chunk of the family that has asthma. We were outside setting off our fireworks, when an uncle lit up one of the vilest smelling cigars I'd ever smelled. It wouldn't have been so bad if he wasn't right next to my cousin, who has enough problems when it's just HOT out, without smoke or allergens. So I told him to please put it out.
He said it wouldn't take all that long, since it was a cigar and those are hard to smoke in one sitting. So he knocks the last bit of the end off and puts it out.
Unfortunately it lands in our fireworks.
We had just enough time for everyone to pick our favorite expletive and then make a rush for the inside of the house. But it was pretty.
It was proof that no July 4 season in my family is complete without some kind of explosion.
The following year a different uncle managed to make a charcoal grill explode. The tradition continues…
The Symphonicity tour that Sting has going right now. It was recently in the area; unfortunately, it was on a day where the heat index spelled dangerous times for me—and the concert was at an outdoor amphitheater. I bought the album the day it came out, though; it's absolutely splendid.
Roxanne sounds totally different with an orchestra behind him.
As a general rule, it's usually an immediate fail when a film deviates too much from the original material. When it is done right, you get a coherent, compelling story; when it is done wrong, you get a mishmash of—of stuff—that doesn't seem to have anything to do with what we started with. Of course, when this change is actually made implicit from the beginning, sometimes this can work. (Like when a manga is adapted to a film before the original source material is complete, which results in a branching off from pure necessity, without altering the fundamental essence of the material.)
When the only common thread turns out to be the title, it's not good.
I googled myself once. I didn't find any information that anyone who didn't already know me in person could find out; that was a minor relief. The actual reason that I'd done it? I'd forgotten my login for a forum (it took email addresses instead of usernames) and so I googled my addresses until what I was looking for popped up.
I also discovered that someone had bought a car in my name. In Iowa.
I reported that immediately.
I do not. While a politician should rightly be held to fairly lofty standards, the public really doesn't have a claim to know the intimate details of his/her personal/romantic life. It is another story if they choose to make this information public; but otherwise, there is no legitimate basis for the public to know this. In the vast majority of cases the information and activities have no bearing on the politician's ability to do their job.
You know, I never paid that close attention to friends lists once someone has added me. After a while my list just got big enough that I didn't really manage it well. This is especially true on my Warcraft account, where most of the people on my lists are the same person, only with about a gazillion alts. So after a while I just leave it the way it is, because if I forget which is someone's main, I don't answer their messages, and then I run into them the next day and there's serious "awkwarrrrd" going on. ^^;;