Thursday, 28 February 2008

Monomaniac

Sometimes I stumble upon a certain writer, band, song, and I'm so mesmerized that I simply read everything I can get of that author, I exhaust the entire discography of that band, or I obsessively listen to a song over and over again. Instances: Pratchett, Magnetic Fields, Closing Time....
... CLOSING TIME, CLOSING TIME...
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME

I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

Oh the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

Leonard Cohen ~ Closing Time


Thursday, 21 February 2008

Lesson of Contemporary English Language

Hihihihi...

Pink tights and plenty of props - Rowan Atkinson

Neutrul cosmopolit

Pitziponc/-oance = substantiv comun (COMÚN adj. 1. mediocru, mijlociu, potrivit. 2. grosolan, ordinar. 3. v. banal. 4. banal, neoriginal, (fig.) ieftin. 5. banal, neînsemnat, obişnuit, sărac. 6. banal, obişnuit, ordinar, (înv.) prost, prostesc. ), gen neutru (un pitziponc, doua pitzipoance - cate un pitziponc la fiecare doua pitzipoance, ocazional relatie bigama unidirectionata),fara numar-fara numar, caz pierdut, se acorda in gen, numar si caz cu alte substantive comune de acelasi fel (regulat - dimineata, la pranz si seara - contra unor sume obscene pentru a-si cultiva calitatea pitziponceasca la Zara, D&G, Louis Vuitton, Manolo Blahnik sau, dupa caz, Armani, etc)

Thursday, 14 February 2008

I forgot to tell you Happy Valentine's Day!

A thematic Valentine's Day post

If you love somebody, Set her free…
If she comes back, she’s yours,
If she doesn’t, she never was….

Marketing Expert Version:
If you love somebody set her free…
If she comes back, she has brand loyalty
If she doesn’t, reposition the brand in new markets.

Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Something like a phenomenon

...and I'm not talking about Mrs. Beyonce. Though she ain't bad at all.

Here are a couple of videos that simply make me get goosebumps:



This is what I understand by diva...

Beer and Music

video

Another musical commercial for beer (see Carlsberg). I'm still trying to figure out the ratiocination behind the association between beer and (nice) music. People probably got bored of associating beer and football.

Monday, 4 February 2008

I'm watching you

I'm fascinated by people. I'm a voyeur and a people lover. I enjoy watching them, figuring out who they are, what they do, what they think, what they feel.
When I'm in the subway, my eyes keep falling on a person or other, and, like in a trance, I'm unable to mind my own business like reading the heavy book I keep carrying around.

Characters I noticed while standing in line at a telephone company today:
A very well built fellow who apparently is a national champion at wrestling, canoe, and other 2 sports I forgot. a Mr. in his 60s who says he's exercising as much as he can. he was a sporty guy and now, because of some health problems, sticks to just jogging. And a huge gipsy, very rebel in his own way. He has something of Barry White in his appearance. A gipsy who lost his gipsy background. He doesn't have a gipsy accent and he talks nice. His hair reaches his shoulders and he's a head taller than me. And, as I said, he's huge. Not huge with a characteristic gipsy belly. Just huge. And he recommended the guy in his 60s to take a sip of wine before going to bed, as a medicine. He declines, saying that his wife has a homeopathy remedies store, and she knows best. He doesn't drink.

Lots of thanks, no Oscar...

Hilary Swank. You might know her. She won an Oscar. She held the "thank you" speech. She forgot to thank her husband, though. Ooops, if I may say so... Soon after, she got divorced.

I am tardily learning from this, to avoid a "divorce" myself. When I thanked my few readers for reading me, I forgot to thank Aditzoy. She got upset. She stopped talking to me. I almost lost her.

Therefore... I apologize, and I thank you.