10.12.2007

music

I can get lost aurally. And I do often.

I can read things that I've heard someone speak before and hear the inflections of their voice, where they paused, the decibel change. I can listen to the same song by a different fiddle player or singer and hear the other's bow strokes or voice as clear as ever.

Somethings that I will never forget:

Stanza 5: Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night: Dylan Thomas
as read by Dylan Thomas
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The Owl and the Pussy Cat: Edward Lear
As read by my Mom
"The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

The Night Before Christmas: Clement Clarke Moore
"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;"

10.11.2007

My once in a blue moon update

Once upon a time there was a girl. She was often accused of being a bit of a wimp, but on this particular day she defied the labels put upon her and proved her manli-ness. Maybe it was the adrenaline of a mad shopping spree, or perhaps it was the excitement of one of her girls coming into town, or possibly the sun was simply frying her brain, but she put in her 'giver teeth' and committed.

(Now that I've got you on the edge of your hopefully cushy and comfortable seat, I shall progress the rather unremarkable story)

Amy and I got matching nose piercings! (Anti-climatic? I think so).

Officially the geegiest picture ever taken.
Preparing for the pain...
... with a cylindrical glass tube inserted into one's nostril
The piercing goes in, the tube comes out, the eyes water like mad.
The finished product, post swelling.