Sunday, January 31, 2010
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Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me." (from If You Forget Me, by Pablo Neruda)
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Fleas interest me so much
Fleas interest me so much
that I let them bite me for hours.
They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,
machines that admit of no appeal.
They do not bite to eat,
they bite only to jump;
they are the dancers of the celestial sphere,
delicate acrobats
in the softest and most profound circus;
let them gallop on my skin,
divulge their emotions,
amuse themselves with my blood,
but someone should introduce them to me.
I want to know them closely,
I want to know what to rely on.
48. The flea is the second-best jumper in the animal world, behind the froghopper, but cannot swim.
49. Jane Wyatt, the actress who played the mother of Spock in the original TV series, was descended from Rufus King, one of the original signers of the US Constitution, and later an ambassador and senator.
50. A quote from the Mr. Spock entry in Wikipedia:
"Spock, as originally described in Gene Roddenberry's 1964 pitch for Star Trek, is described as "probably half Martian, he has a slightly reddish complexion and semi-pointed ears"
Sunday, January 10, 2010
These are all by Pablo Neruda, translated from Spanish -- Thanks, Scott!
Cotapos says your laughter dives
like a hawk from a stony tower. It's true:
you slash the world's green leaves
with a single bolt of lightning from on high
that falls, and cuts, and leaps the tongues of dew,
the diamond waters, the bee-filled light.
And there where long-bearded silence had lived,
your starry grenades, your suns, explode.
Down comes the sky, and the shadows of night.
Lit by the full moon, bells and carnations burn,
the saddlemaker's horses gallop.
Because you are small as you are, let it rip:
let the meteor of your laughter fly,
electrifying the name of all nature.
42. Soneto 52
Singing unto the sun and sky with your song,
your voice threshes the grain of the day,
the pines speak with their green tongues,
all the birds of winter trill.
The sea fills its cellar with footsteps,
with bells, chains, and groans –
metal and tools jangle,
wheels of the caravan creak.
But I hear only your voice – it rises
with the flight and precision of an arrow,
it falls with the gravity of rain,
your voice scatters the highest swords,
and returns laden with violets –
43. Soneto 53
Here are the bread, the wine, the table, the house:
a man's needs, and a woman's, and a life's.
Peace whirled through and settled in this place:
the common fire burned, to make this light.
Hail to your two hands that fly and make
their white creations, the singing and the food:
salve! the wholesomeness of your busy feet,
viva! the ballerina who dances with the broom.
Those rugged rivers of water and of threat,
torturous pavilions of foam,
incendiary hives and reefs:
today they are this respite, your blood in mine,
this path, starry and blue as the night,
this never-ending simple tenderness.
32. Cheap chocolate, while not as creamy or quite as delicious as expensive chocolate, gives me roughly the same happy buzz.
33. George Lucas donated (yes, DONATED) the story rights to Star Wars to KUSC-FM, the NPR affiliate located at University of Southern California, where he attended college. (Rhys got the CDs of it for Christmas -- EXCELLENT)
34. Arabic taught me to gist, which is an incredibly useful skill.
35. The word pesto refers to the preparation of the sauce, not the ingredients, which means that you can have whatever you want in your pesto, as long as it's ground up. (pesto, pestle -- get it?)
36. Starbucks is indeed named for the character in Moby Dick, which, when not read in a class, is a highly entertaining adventure story.