This movie looks charming.
Wear your love like heaven – Donovan Friday, June 29, 2007
Donovan, Wear Your Love Like Heaven
Colour in sky prussian blue
Scarlet fleece changes hue
Crimson ball sinks from view
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love)
Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love like)
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love)
La, la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Colour sky havana lake
Colour sky rose carmethene
Alizarian crimson
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love)
Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love like)
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love)
La, la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Can I believe what I see
All I have wished for will be
All our race proud and free
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love)
Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love like)
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love)
Cirque show Wednesday, June 27, 2007
To me, this represents modern man’s struggle to throw off the oppressive shackles of society.
Rhythmic gymnastics Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I wanna be freakishly flexible and strong too!!
I waannnnaaaaaaa
Honey-Ginger Baked Salmon with Jasmine Rice Monday, June 25, 2007
Ingredients
1/3
cup
honey
1
tbsp
garlic, minced
1
tbsp
ginger, minced
4
(4 oz each) salmon fillets
1/4
cup
green onions, sliced
2
bags
Success® Jasmine Rice
1/3
cup
orange juice
1/4
cup
light soy sauce
Directions
Prepare rice according to package directions. Heat oven to 375º. In a small saucepan combine orange juice, soy sauce, honey, garlic and ginger. Cook over medium heat for 1 minute. Reserve 2/3 cups marinade. Place remaining marinade and salmon fillets into a plastic zippered bag and refrigerate for 15 minutes. Remove salmon from marinade, place on aluminum foil-lined baking pan and bake for 20 minutes. Meanwhile, return 2/3 cup reserved marinade to small saucepan and simmer over medium-high heat for 5 minutes or until syrupy. Remove salmon from oven and serve over rice. Top with sauce and garnish with green onions.
A dream. Saturday, June 23, 2007
I am in a dark and dim and smoky restaurant. My friend warns me that some people are morally opposed to this restaurant, because they eat babies. I am confused – they actually eat babies? But then I see the table next to us and the wild rice pilaf has a live, squirming baby in the middle. I try to avert my eyes as the people there poke the baby a little, testing for freshnes, and then pull apart its limbs and eat them. Disgusting.
The restaurant has a back entrance that seems to lead into a beautiful garden area. The owner of the restaurant is a 12-foot tall woman named Skriker. She is very intimidating, but has a thin veneer of friendliness on top of it. We enter the garden, and it is beautiful. Soft moss, wooden playhouses, trees to climb, an the best of everything nature has to offer everywhere.
At one point Skriker gets angry. I am carrying a shapely glass around, and it seems to hold the seed to another Skriker. By now, many of us have realize that Skriker is evil. This is further confirmed by the may people she is killing in the other end of the garden. I am galumphing along near a lake and accidentally break another shapely glass. I am glad, because it means one less future Skriker. I see the 12-foot woman loping off in the distance. Her legs are like stilts, and she is wearing long white silk pants that glimmer and catch the light in a very pleasing way. Everything about her is evil, but calculated to appear like beauty.
We’re trying to escape. Some of us have investigated the boundaries of the land, but as we are trying to reconnect with our friends, a large mountain range is pushing up in front of us. I am on the grass near the lake where Matt, Avner, Koko, Reid (who has a shaved head), Matt’s Dad, and a few other people were sitting in the text video that Matt sent me with his Dad’s phone. The mountains lift higher and higher. I have struggled my way up to the top, and I look behind me at the barren plains that stretch out in that direction. There are still a few stragglers trying to make their way up the mountain, but it’s growing before my eyes and I doubt they will make it. Then I look in front of me at the new green land that is laid out there. Almost straight down is a steep incline that is shady and covered with pine needles. Skriker is making a ring of mountains to contain us.
Since I am at the top of the mountain range, I can look out over the trees covering the sides and see the people trying to escape and the monsters going after them. Sometimes you can’t tell which is which, and I see an enormous human, maybe 50 feet long, squashing trees and straddling rivers as he tries to escape. He’s wearing a bowler’s hat, but it doesn’t seem to help.
I decide to stay at the top of the mountain range. Even as it reaches higher and higher, perhaps I will be spared most of the atrocities that are happening down below. I imagine myself perched up here, watching the terrible things that happen, noting them in a book, remembering, and being the guardian of the desert behind the mountain. I hope someone will come visit me.
Viral marketing gets extremely literal Friday, June 22, 2007
Viral marketing gets extremely literal
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Fri, 06/22/2007 – 3:53pm.
A new computer virus was identified last week that spreads via USB flash drives and other removable media on Windows PCs. This method of propagation is about as old as computers themselves. So what’s the big deal? It’s the content of the program that makes this particular virus so special.
The worm doesn’t infect a computer with maladjusted software or erase important system files. Instead, it spreads educational information about HIV/AIDS. Security experts have been quick to point out that the worm, called “liarVB-a,” does no explicit harm to the user’s computer, but it’s still a potential security threat. Graham Cluley, a senior senior technology consultant at the security firm Sophos, explains:
Even though the hackers responsible for this worm aren’t set on filling their pockets with cash, and may feel that they are spreading an important message, they are still breaking the law. In the future we might see more graffiti-style malware being written on behalf of political, religious and other groups looking for a soapbox to broadcast their opinions.”
Personally, I’m very curious to see the contents of this worm. Is the information contained in the worm about HIV/AIDS accurate? What was its original source? Wikipedia? So far, copies of the program are hard to find. If your computer becomes infected with the worm, let us know. (email tdaub@ceip.org)
A dream Friday, June 22, 2007
The baby is about to get rolled over by the steamroller, so I snatch him up. As I’m staring into his terrified blue eyes squinched nearly shut with fear and tears, I try to convince myself that me becoming this child’s mother is a good idea. He is so tiny and afraid, and he won’t stop crying. I cuddle him to my chest and rock him back and forth, hoping he will stop being afraid of the world, and me, soon.
Now the baby is growing up. It belongs to my neighbor, who didn’t want the child. They are all blonde, including her other son, 12-year-old and highly precocious Owen. Owen spends a lot of time over at my house, and at first I am nervous about showing him the baby, not knowing how he would react when he figured out that the child wasn’t mine.
My teeth are rotting out of my head, and I break them free jaggedly with my tongue and spit them out. My left canine has decayed to the point of almost having no substance left. It looks like a leaf that has been delicately burned to reveal the latticework of veins or whatever is inside of leaves. It crunches out of my jaw when I close it suddeny, and I squish it in my hand, and then eat the crumbling shards. This is the fourth tooth I have lost in as many days. I wonder if I should worry, or perhaps brush my teeth more often.
The child is getting bigger as we watch. Soon she looks four years old, and she’s beginning to speak. Owen and I watch with foreboding and slight misgivings as she rockets upwards through what looks like 12 years old. It is the day after I rescued her (as a boy) from the steamroller.
“At least no one will think she’s my younger sister…” says Owen. She looks 14 now.
It is the evening. She looks 17, and has just returned from, apparently, a rollicking sexual adventure. She had sex with every man she came across in the mall. Now her eyes are vacant, and she says she feels numb. Her real mother and sisters are visiting, and they laugh not quite gently.
“Well, having sex at such a young age is quite hard, but it’s especially hard if you were born yesterday!” The mother laughs.
