Tagged by Q.
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your summer. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to.
1. "Breakable" - Ingrid Michaelson
2. "You Can Breathe" - Jack's Mannequin
3. "Comptine D'un Autre Été - L'Après-Midi" - Yann Tiersen
4. "Let's Dance to Joy Division" - The Wombats
5. "Sleep" - Azure Ray
6. "Paris" - Yael Naïm
7. "Have a Little Faith in Me" - John Hiatt
Jess and Cassandra, you're it!
(Wie ihr sieht, fange ich nicht heute an, auf Deutsch zu schreiben [hier sehen] sondern morgen - ich dachte, es hätte keinen Sinn, die Anweisungen zu übersetzen, wenn ihr sie schon auf Englisch gelesen habt.)
translation:
(As you see, I am not beginning to write in German today [see here], rather tomorrow - I figured there was no point in translating the instructions when you had already read them in English.)
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
A window pushed high as it would go
Sometimes I understand the third stanza of this poem, and sometimes I don't. I love the picture that the second stanza creates, and I think the last stanza is just brilliant. Often when I write, "What he said..." I finish the sentence in my head with the last lines of this poem.
What He Said to His Enemies
He could hear them off in the forest,
massive branches breaking:
You are no good, will never be any good.
Sometimes they followed him,
rubbing out his tracks.
They wanted him to get lost
in the world of trees,
stand silently forever, holding up his hands.
At night he watched
the street lamp's light
soaking into his lawn.
He could bathe in its cool voice,
roll over to a whole different view.
What made them think
the world's room was so small?
On the table he laid out his clothes,
arranging the cuffs.
What he said to his enemies
was a window pushed high as it would go.
Come in, look for me where you think
I am. Then when you see no one is there,
we can talk.
- Naomi Shihab Nye
The poetry round-up is at Biblio File.
What He Said to His Enemies
He could hear them off in the forest,
massive branches breaking:
You are no good, will never be any good.
Sometimes they followed him,
rubbing out his tracks.
They wanted him to get lost
in the world of trees,
stand silently forever, holding up his hands.
At night he watched
the street lamp's light
soaking into his lawn.
He could bathe in its cool voice,
roll over to a whole different view.
What made them think
the world's room was so small?
On the table he laid out his clothes,
arranging the cuffs.
What he said to his enemies
was a window pushed high as it would go.
Come in, look for me where you think
I am. Then when you see no one is there,
we can talk.
- Naomi Shihab Nye
The poetry round-up is at Biblio File.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Welche 말읕 soll ich choisir?
[Okay, sorry, that was dumb.]
Language Week! Admittedly, I'd never heard of it before yesterday, but apparently it's a blogging thing which is next week. Rules here. So next week I'll be blogging in Other Languages! German, with maybe a wee bit of French. Translations
will be included. Or maybe translating will be what I do. We'll see. Should be great fun! Just so you know, it definitely doesn't require fluency, and the rules are quite flexible, so check it out if it sounds at all interesting, and let me know if you decide to participate!
One more thing I need to grouch about a little. Yesterday I was bored, so I watched a movie in ten-minute segments on YouTube. A long movie. And you know what I found out at the very end, after more than two hours of getting emotionally involved? The video that was supposed to contain the last ten minutes of the movie, in which everything was resolved, was instead just the credits. Deprived of a dénouement by a devious YouTuber, ugh. If you think the moral of this story is, Do not watch movies on YouTube, you can keep your wisdom to yourself. ;) Just kidding.
Language Week! Admittedly, I'd never heard of it before yesterday, but apparently it's a blogging thing which is next week. Rules here. So next week I'll be blogging in Other Languages! German, with maybe a wee bit of French. Translations
will be included. Or maybe translating will be what I do. We'll see. Should be great fun! Just so you know, it definitely doesn't require fluency, and the rules are quite flexible, so check it out if it sounds at all interesting, and let me know if you decide to participate!One more thing I need to grouch about a little. Yesterday I was bored, so I watched a movie in ten-minute segments on YouTube. A long movie. And you know what I found out at the very end, after more than two hours of getting emotionally involved? The video that was supposed to contain the last ten minutes of the movie, in which everything was resolved, was instead just the credits. Deprived of a dénouement by a devious YouTuber, ugh. If you think the moral of this story is, Do not watch movies on YouTube, you can keep your wisdom to yourself. ;) Just kidding.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
New journal
I took an old composition notebook partially filled with U.S. History notes, covered the front and back up to the binding tape and edges with pictures, taped over them with packaging tape to keep them from peeling off or getting scratched or torn, and voila, new journal.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Happy Solstice!
Midsummer, the longest day of the year, the first day of summer - isn't it beautiful? We get nearly seventeen hours of daylight here in San Francisco today! You can find out the time of the sunrise and sunset where you live on this website. I celebrated by waking up early to watch the sun rise from the Golden Gate Bridge.
Before sunrise...
The bridge was nearly empty of cars.
You can see downtown here.
The small, pale moon was setting in the west between the bridge cables as the sun rose.
The sun appeared above the hills of the East Bay around 5:48 am.
After the sun had risen.
Driving around the empty streets and walking in the gentle morning air made me think of that scene in the movie adaptation of Tuck Everlasting where Jesse Tuck wakes Winnie up early to go out in the woods "while the day is still ours."
I understand what he meant. The streets and sky really felt like they belonged to me, so empty and wide and lovely. I went out on my bike a little while after we got back, and I didn't have to use my brakes at all because there were almost no cars; I just ripped down the hills and through all the intersections. Gorgeous. :) Perhaps I will get into the habit of waking up early more often!
P.S. Oh, and it's also the Day of the Finnish Flag! Go Finns!
P.P.S. Watch out for fairy mischief tonight.
Before sunrise...
The bridge was nearly empty of cars.
You can see downtown here.
The small, pale moon was setting in the west between the bridge cables as the sun rose.
The sun appeared above the hills of the East Bay around 5:48 am.
After the sun had risen.
Driving around the empty streets and walking in the gentle morning air made me think of that scene in the movie adaptation of Tuck Everlasting where Jesse Tuck wakes Winnie up early to go out in the woods "while the day is still ours."
I understand what he meant. The streets and sky really felt like they belonged to me, so empty and wide and lovely. I went out on my bike a little while after we got back, and I didn't have to use my brakes at all because there were almost no cars; I just ripped down the hills and through all the intersections. Gorgeous. :) Perhaps I will get into the habit of waking up early more often!
P.S. Oh, and it's also the Day of the Finnish Flag! Go Finns!
P.P.S. Watch out for fairy mischief tonight.
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