a rose is a rose is a rose
gertrude and dorothy:
"silent gratitude isn't very much use to anyone"
"it's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes"
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May 30, 2005
May 27, 2005
can't take this for granted
wow. how can you beat this commute?
May 26, 2005
ghostly mountain
May 25, 2005
bright, bright morning on the sound
May 21, 2005
god put a smile upon your face :: coldplay
...where do we go, nobody knows
don't ever say you're on your way down when
god gave you style and gave you grace,
and put a smile upon your face...
where do we go, nobody knows
i've got to say i'm on my way down
god give me style and give me grace
god put a smile upon my face
where do we go to draw the line
i've got to say I wasted all your time
oh honey honey
where do i go to fall from grace
god put a smile upon your face yeah
and ah, when you work it out i'm worse than you
yeah, when you work it out i want it too
and ah, when you work out where to draw the line
your guess is as good as mine
where do we go, nobody knows
don't ever say you're on your way down when
god gave you style and gave you grace,
and put a smile upon your face oh yeah
and ah, when you work it out i'm worse than you
yeah, when you work it out i want it too
and ah, when you work out where to draw the line
your guess is as good as mine.
it's as good as mine, it's as good as mine
it's as good as mine
as good as mine, as good as mine,
as good as mine, as good as mine
where do we go, nobody knows
don't ever say you're on your way down when
god gave you style and gave you grace
and put a smile upon your face
May 20, 2005
rear window
people watching in san jose. the guy in the background (far) just polished off five of seven.
stella: we've become a race of peeping toms. what people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change. yes sir. how's that for a bit of homespun philosophy?
jeff: readers digest, april 1939.
stella: well, i only quote from the best.
-- rear window, 1954
May 17, 2005
quote of the day
"you need to be kissed
you need to be kissed badly
you need to be kissed by someone who knows how to kiss
i’ll get you my pretty"
-- thanks amymo...
wind :: soulstice
...even as the rain falls from the sky
clouds fills my eyes and i wonder why...
the lyrics alone don't do justice to the song. if you aren't familiar with soulstice, most of their catalog is available on iTunes.
i should change the name of this blog to "their words, not mine". fewer words, more photos in coming soon to a browser near you.
as the winds blows my heart knows
as the wind blows through the trees
my heart is stirring like the leaves
even as the rain falls from the sky
clouds fills my eyes and i wonder why
wonder in a sense of amazement and awe
at how life begins
it never seems to never seems to cease
in it's educating reminding awakening us
from the things that we think that we know
from the things that we think that we know
as the wind blows
my heart knows
as the wind blows through the trees
my heart is stirring like the leaves
even as fires flames burning bright
i feel my soul is my guiding light
i wonder in a sense of amusement and awe
at how life evolves
it never seems to never cease
in it's elevating redefining awakening us
from the things that we think that we know
i thought i knew i thought i knew
as the wind blows my heart knows
as the wind blows through the trees
my heart is stirring like the leaves
May 16, 2005
paella with debbie and peter
saturday night i was lucky enough to have supper with debbie and peter. a nice, relaxing night getting to know new friends. peter prepared a wonderful meal. while he said it was the first time he made paella, i'm skeptical ;-) best first attempt at paella i've ever had!
the last time i had paella was at the columbia "the gem of spanish restaurants."
danger will robinson
2:something in the blessed a.m. is much too early to be awake on a monday morning.
May 15, 2005
quote of the day
"...caught reporting while black."
-- richter
desafinado
the english lyrics to desafinado. i'm fond of the version sung by julie london, a.k.a. nurse dixie from the show emergency! (how can you go wrong with television in the 70's?)
Love is like a never ending melody,
Poets have compared it to a symphony,
A symphony conducted by the lighting of the moon,
But our song of love is slightly out of tune . . . .
Once your kisses raised me to a fever pitch,
Now the orchestration doesn’t seem so rich,
Seems to me you’ve changed the tune we used to sing,
Like the bossa nova love should swing . . . .
We used to harmonize two souls in perfect time,
Now the song is different and the words don’t even rhyme,
‘Cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always croon,
What good’s a heart that’s slightly out of tune?
Tune your heart with mine the way it used to be,
Join with me in harmony and sing a song of love,
We’re bound to get in tune again before too long,
There’ll be no Desafinado when your heart belongs to me completely
Then you won’t be slightly out of tune, you’ll sing along with me!
a good week for music
"sure. 6 or 8, whatever sounds good to you."
couple of current favorite tunes...
orishas :: 537 c.u.b.a
unknown :: tanga
stan getz, joao gilberto :: desafinado
bossa nova all stars :: recado bossa nova
nicola conte :: bossa per due
dalmijo :: bossa note
les hommes :: six and eight
les hommes :: hommage
les hommes :: vista do mar
st. germain :: soul salsa soul
carlos valdez :: mas que nada
madeline peyroux :: j'ai duex amours
willis :: word up
julie london :: desafinado (slightly out of tune)
the lyrics from 537 c.u.b.a, below. the song is about being from the tobacco and sugar cane farms in cuba and how russia's influences has limited the author's life. or something like that. i think. perhaps.
Vengo de donde hay un río
Tabaco y cañaveral
Donde el sudor del guajiro
Hace a la tierra soñar
Soy de Cuba lo que impuso
Y que se pega
Y cuando llega no despega, pega, pega
Lo que puso el ruso en el discurso
Que Compay Segundo puso entre tus sejas
Ahora la distancia queda!
Si de mí lengua estoy viviendo
Y calmando mí fiel tristeza
De que forma quieres tú que yo detenga
La sangre de amor y patria
Que me corre por las venas
Generaciones vieja y nueva
De corazón sangre y pulmón
Allá lejos
Donde el sol calienta más
Olvidé mí corazón, un arroyo y un palmar
Dejé mí patria querida
Hace más de un año ya
Por más que me lo propongo
Mí herida no cerrará
Vengo de donde hay un río
Tabaco y cañaveral
Donde el sudor del guajiro
Hace a la tierra soñar
Estraño mí tierra querida
Hablar de ella ni lo intentes
Todo el tiempo está en mi mente
La tengo presente, entiende
Me habla el corazón que no me mienente hermano
Flotando ando pasando la mano, mano
Sobre el mapa de éste Mundo
Y desde lo profundo de mí corazón siento nostalgia
Una estraña sensación como añoranza
De ésta distancia que se interpone
Que regresaré bién se supone
Y eso me pone el hombre más felíz por un segundo
Ya lo cantó Compay Segundo y yo de nuevo
Escucha el quejo de mí gente chico
Bién te lo explico
Cubano cién por ciento prototipo
Me arrancaré el corazón
Y esperaré mi regreso
Para sacarlo otra vez
Y colocarlo en mí pecho
Vengo de donde hay un río
Tabaco y cañaveral
Donde el sudor del guajiro
Hace a la tierra soñar
Vengo de donde hay un río
Tabaco y cañaveral
Donde el sudor del guajiro
Hace a la tierra soñar
Cayo Hueso, San Leopordo
Vuena Vista, Miramar
Alamar, La Victoria
Habana Vieja, Barrio Nuevo
Bejucal
Dónde estás tú mí Rampa?
El sol que canta, La Catedral
El Capitolio se levanta
En el oido de éstas voces
23 y 12, Vedado, Paseo del Prado
Tus leones lado a lado
Forman parte de mis tradiciones
Mis emociones
Eres tú mí Cuba
Como tú ninguna
Caviosile, soy Yoruba
Que no quede duda (Anja!)
Que si lloro es porque la estraño
No ver mí Malecón
A mis amigos de mí zona
Los que nacieron conmigo
Los que jugaron conmigo
Recordarlos sin tenerlos me hace daño
Año traz año sueño con volver a ver esos amigos que añoraba
Tu olor de la campiña cuando llueve
El Morro, Cañonazo de las Nueves
El que te quiere nunca muere no, jamás, jamás
Vengo de donde hay un río
Tabaco y cañaveral
Donde el sudor del guajiro
Hace a la tierra soñar
Vengo de donde hay un río
Tabaco y cañaveral
Donde el sudor del guajiro
Hace a la tierra soñar
Vengo de donde hay un río
Tabaco y cañaveral
Donde el sudor del guajiro
Hace a la tierra soñar
Vengo de donde hay un río
Tabaco y cañaveral
Donde el sudor del guajiro
Hace a la tierra soñar
May 14, 2005
april - may 05
david sedaris :: childern playing before a statue of hercules
charlie leduff :: work and other sins
dorothy parker :: what fresh hell is this?
dorothy parker :: complete stories
jhumpa lahiri :: interpreter of maladies
katherine mansfield :: stories
thanks to sedaris i'm re-visiting past loves
airports
a couple of snapshots on the way home to seattle from phoenix.
taken from the drive-through drop-off lanes at barry m. goldwater airport.
this is what happens when childern's shoes are caught in escalators, seattle.
May 13, 2005
originally cameo. i like the willis version better.
...glide by the people as they stop to look and stare...
...yeah, no matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard...
yo pretty ladies around the world
got a weird thing to show you,
so tell all the boys and girls.
tell your brother, your sister
and mama too, cause they’re
about to throw down
and you’ll know just what to do.
wave your hands in the air
like you don’t care,
glide by
the people as they stop to look and stare.
do your dance,
do your dance,
do your dance quick
mama, come on baby, tell me what’s
the Word, ah – word up,
everybody say when you hear the call
you got to get it underway,
word up, it’s the code word,
no matter where you say it,
you’ll know that you’ll be heard.
now all you sucker. D.J.’s
who think you’re fly
there’s got to be a reason
and we know the reason why.
you try to put on those airs
and act real cool
but you got to realise
that you’re acting like fools.
if there’s music we can use it
we need to dance.
we don’t have that time
for psychological romance
no romance
no romance
no romance for me mama
come on baby tell me what’s the word.
ah – word up,
everybody say when you hear the call
you got to get it underway.
dial “L” for low...
come on, all you people say...
word up – word up
May 07, 2005
santa cruz, california
i traveled to san jose on thursday and friday. rather than head directly back to seattle, especially since i leave for phoenix on monday, i decided to leave on saturday.
laura, cori and i braved 17 to spend the day in santa cruz.
since my flight was cancelled i'm sitting in the san jose airport posting to my blog and drinking a beer.
kids without fear; adults who fear embarrassment more than bodily harm.
wait for it. wait for it.
neither cori or i had ever climbed the rock walls. we stood in line with 5-6 children under the age of 10, considering the possibility of embarrassment.
relaxing
looking up at the skyride, a frequent flyer and the girls
one of the coasters on the boardwalk
below, one of the rollercoasters on the boardwalk in santa cruz. we did not ride this one.
i present to you, the real laura
