Jeffersoned
Minor disaster... our COC has to attend a comission meeting... now we have to bump everyone op one scale... Should be ok as we are all in unison to have a great regional... Off for an early night as I have 3 days leave and lots to do. This song from Roxette resembles somewhat what has happened to our planning...
Jefferson - Roxette
Jefferson was always out of luck
I remember when we both grew up
Jefferson got hit by a westbound truck
I guess that didn't make him look like a million bucks
That night when Sally really stole the show
And every boy was captured diggin' for gold
Poor old Jefferson was left in the snow
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
Jefferson is always on my mind
When him and me were runnin' out of time
Jefferson was sure enough left be behind
The cops came in and took him by surprise
That night when Sally really showed her game
The neighbourhood would never be the same
Poor old Jefferson got the blame
Ooooh
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
Yeah
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
I do believe he didn't do wrong
I say a prayer for someone I care for
I do believe he didn't do wrong
I say a prayer for someone I care for
That night where Sally really gave it all
And made us small boys look quite tall
Poor old Jefferson left the ball
Yeah
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson
Pray for Jefferson's soul
a-a-a-a-ah
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"To punish me for my contempt for authority, fate made me an authority myself." Albert Einstein 1879 - 1955
Labels: Jefferson, lyrics, music
Laura Branigan dies at 47 - 29/08/2004 11:53 - (SA)
New York - Laura Branigan, a Grammy-nominated pop singer best known for her 1982 platinum hit Gloria, has died. She was 47.
Branigan died of a brain aneurysm on Thursday in her sleep at her home in East Quogue, said her brother Mark Branigan. He said she had complained to a friend of a headache for about two weeks before she died, but had not sought medical attention.
Gloria, a signature song from her debut album Branigan, stayed atop the pop charts for 36 weeks and earned her a Grammy nomination for best female pop vocalist, the first of four nominations in her career.
She also made television appearances, including guest spots on CHiPs, and in the films Mugsy's Girls and Backstage.
Branigan released seven albums after her debut Branigan, including Solitaire, Self Control, and How Am I Supposed to Live Without You, which was co-written with Michael Bolton. Her songs also appeared on soundtracks for the films Flashdance and Ghostbusters.
Branigan was born on July 3 1957, and grew up in Brewster, New York. She attended the Academy of Dramatic Arts in Manhattan. During the late 1970s, she toured Europe as a backing vocalist for Canadian singer and songwriter Leonard Cohen. She signed as a solo artist with Atlantic Records in 1982.
After her run of success in the 1980s, her releases in the early 1990s attracted little attention. In 1994, she sang a duet with David Hasselhoff called I Believe for the soundtrack of the television show Baywatch. She released a 13-track Best of Branigan LP the next year.
After the death of her husband, Lawrence Kruteck, in 1996, Branigan stopped performing but returned to the stage in 2001.
In 2002 she starred as Janis Joplin in the off-Broadway musical Love, Janis which earned her rave reviews.
Branigan recently had been working on material for a new release.
UPDATE:
Her new material has been released on a cd called Remember Me, the track The Challenge is brilliant.
She is survived by her mother, two brothers and a sister. Funeral services were scheduled for Monday.
Such sad news, I love her music. I think these words from The Corrs song Angel, are very apt for today.
Angel - The Corrs
She lived like she knew nothing lasts
Didn't care to look like anyone else
And she was beautiful, so beautiful
I still hear her laugh like she's here
Shower it down on all the young
It isn't so wrong to have such fun...
Forever angel, I hope they love you like we do
Forever angel, I'll be proud to be like you
Be like you (I'll be proud to be like you)
Does the sun shine up at you when you're looking down?
Do you get along with the others around?
It's got to be better than before
You don't need to worry now you're gone...
Forever angel, I hope they love you like we do
Forever angel, I'll be proud to be like you
Be like you, just like you...
And when I go to sleep at night
I'll thank you for each blessed thing surrounding me
For every fall I'll ever break
Each moment's breath I wanna taste
Confidence and conscience, decadent extravangance
Never ending providence, for loving when I had the chance
(Tin whistle interlude)
Angel, I hope they love you like we do
Forever angel, I'll be proud to be like you
Forever angel, I'll be proud to be like you
Be like you
I'll be proud to be like you
Apart from this, today was monday as usual... too much to do and too little time. Good story in Cold Case again and the music is once again quite impresive... Indigo Girls Closer To Fine, Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers Free Falling, Cowboy Junkies Sweet Jane, Poison Every Rose Has It's Thorn, Aerosmith Love In an Elevator, Roxette Listen To Your Heart, Tears For Fears Sowing The Seeds of Love, The Bangles Eternal Flame.
I am skipping the recipe tonight due to the theme, will do another double helping next week... be there!
"I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself." Marlene Dietrich 1901 - 1992
Labels: angelic voices, in memoraim, lyrics, music
Quick Brown Fox...
I am making no apology for another short one... I am pooped! but the grounds and pits look great even though it still looks like winter...
Winamp is upbeat tonight... been playing a lot of Techno, Euro beat and dance stuff, sure is helping me stay awake an get the blog done, trying to think what would be suitable for tonight's lyric bit... Aha! Got this amazing song the other day by Ana Johnson, from the Spiderman 2 soundtrack... real powerful lyrics and a great piece and well sung... Although I don't think one should compare her with Avril Lavine...
We Are - Ana Johnsson
See the devil on the doorstep now (my oh my)
Telling everybody oh just how to live their lives
Sliding down the information highway
Buying in just like a bunch of fools
Time is ticking and we can't go back (my oh my)
What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We've never been so many
And we've never been so alone
(Chorus)
You keep watching from your picket fence
You keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands and come out clean
Fail to recognise the enemies within
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are, we are, we are
One step forward making two steps back (my oh my)
Riding piggy on the bad boys back for life
Lining up for the grand illusion
No answers for no questions asked
Lining up for the execution
Without knowing why
(Chorus)
It's all about power then
Take control
Breaking the rule
Breaking the soul
They suck us dry till there's nothing left
My oh my, my oh my
What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We' ve never been so many
And we've never been so alone.... so alone
(Chorus)
It's all about power then (we are)
Take control (we are)
Breaking the rule (we are, we are)
Breaking the soul (we are)
They suck us dry till there's nothing left (we are, we are)
My oh my, my oh my
We are
We are (its all )
We are
We are, we are (take control)
We are
We are
It's all about power
Then take control
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog... glad to see the family in Natal is back on line, that sentence is always used by net techies to test a line for dropouts and make sure the connection is solid...
"Who makes quick use of the moment is a genius of prudence." Johann Kaspar Lavater
Labels: films, lyrics, We are
Losers
Had a great day out at the track... got a lot done and the grounds and track proper look good... Then it was on to the Prowlers Poker Run prizegiving to support my friends and who was there? Looking stunning! and in the company of probably the biggest loser this side of the Sahara... (jealousy rearing its ugly head), why does it bother me? I really do not know.. In any case here is the result of tonight's interlude...
Loser - Robert Le Noury
Loser
What does he have that I do not
What does he do that I have not
What does he feel that I do not
What?
Loser
When will he be the one to feel the pain
When will you see that none gain
When will you see that you are the agony
When?
Loser
You had my heart
You had it all in the palms...
My scorned and scorched heart
Why?
Loser
Still I care
Hoping, even dare
Maybe you care...
Who?
Loser
When will you see?
What must I do?
Why should I care?
Who loves you no matter what?
I do...
You are lost... I am found
wanting, waiting
forever aching for you.
Losers never win...
but who is lost
who is found?
Am I the loser or are you?
Well, off to bed to try and recover from my memories and get some rest before we go trackside...
**If at first you don't succeed, find out if the loser gets anything.** Bill Lyon
Edited in retrospect...
Labels: life, Loser, poems
Off Line
The network is down and it is late... just got back from helping Anton assemble his sons 125... hope it runs ok tomorrow... Will post this when the net is up again...
"If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe." Carl Sagan (1934 - 1996)
Labels: man thing, motocross, motorbikes, motorsport
The wall
Just a short note as I head for bed... I need an early night tonight, feel as if I have hit the wall. I need to recharge...
Somehow I feel as if I have done all of the following this week...
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.
Specialization is for insects.
Excerpt from the notebooks of Lazarus Long, from Robert Heinlein's "Time Enough for Love".
Billy Joel's River of Dreams is playing now, quite apt as I do feel like I am sleepwalking..
In the middle of the...I go walkin in the (3X)
In the middle of the night, I go walkin in my sleep
From the mountains of faith, to a river so deep.
I must be looking for something, something sacred I lost
But the river is wide, and it's too hard to cross
And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and stand on the shore
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for
In the middle of the night,
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear, to a river so deep
And I've been searching for something, taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose, something somebody stole.
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that I've been looking for.
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt, to a river so deep
I know I'm searching for something, something so undefined
That it can only be seen, by the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night.I'm not sure about life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That runs to the promised land
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth, to the river so deep
We all end in the ocean, we all start in the streams
We're all carried along, by the river of dreams
In the middle of the night.
"Finish each day before you begin the next, and interpose a solid wall of sleep between the two. This you cannot do without temperance."
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)
Labels: journal, lyrics, music, River of dreams
ESP or Intuition
I was worried today, I been having this sense of impending doom for a few days now and it is not PTSD or related to the robbery on monday, it is just a feeling that something is not as it should be, got a call from I and my feelings were confirmed, all is not well with her, she is still suffering from this stomach thing, how does one tell a friend they should stop smoking and stop stressing so much? I cannot explain this at all, never before have I had this almost pshycic ability to know that something is wrong and exactly what and who... I really hope that the therapist can help next week... will miss her at the regional though... will have to dig up an extra scorer somwhere.
Tidied up my dot net front page today, I must say I quite like the simple layout and will keep the KISS theme on the rest of the site from now on... Will be culling some pages and a heap of images as well...
Music playing now is really cool... once again the PC seems to be doing its own ESP thing and playing the right song for the mood... This was one of them...
THE PEACEMAKER - Albert Hammond / Mike Hazlewood
Get out, damn it
Close the door, don't slam it
Let me be alone a while
To give my nerves a rest
Whatever you do I love you
No matter what you do I love you
And I want to run after you
But I don't know what's best
If you will take good care of me, I'll be your caretaker
You'll be the maker of the peace, I'll be the peacemaker
If you will take good care of me then I'll be your caretaker
You'll be the maker of the peace, I'll be the peacemaker
Hours later I hear the key in the front door
We look each other in the eye
A timid sorry pair
There's a little more conversation
Just a little more conversation
A battle's lost, a war is won
I think we've cleared the air
If you will take good care of me, I'll be your caretaker
You'll be the maker of the peace, I'll be the peacemaker
If you will take good care of me then I'll be your caretaker
You'll be the maker of the peace, I'll be the peacemaker ....
Well it has been quite a day, rain for the track, a long meeting with all the bike shop owners and intuition helping me guide proceedings... now my intuition tells me to get some rest...
**Intuition comes very close to clairvoyance; it appears to be the extrasensory perception of reality** Alexis Carrel
Labels: journal, life, lyrics, motocross
Bridges...
Sms mystery cleared up today, it was all about a proposal to do a Rock Concert at our track next month... talk about cryptic "can I have your place for some rock and roll... call me tomorrow". I seem to be collecting a lot of contacts lately, never used to be into this networking thing but I must say it has it's good points especially when trying to tie loose ends for an event. Building briges is sometimes very interesting and fun.
I hve been watching Survivor All-Stars (dont click on the link if you don't wanna know the result!) tonight, Richard da nude irritates me no end... hope they vote him out at the first opportunity, come to think of it tonight will be the last time I watch the present series, I wish they could get hold of some of my ex army buddies and then we will see who are real survivors... As far as I am concerned the whole show has run out of ideas and is boring me to tears.
My Winamp is in an oldie mood tonight, Unchained melody by The Righteous Brothers, Dont get me wrong by The Pretenders, Wheel in the sky by Journey... when does a song become a Oldie? in my book 10 years sounds sufficient. Reminds me of a Seven Single I bought... Burning Briges by Mike Curb Congregation from the film Kelly's Heroes as I recall and the result of my movie date with a girl called, well, lets just call her A, we had some great times, she taught me to dance the twist and the two-step, she was my Matric Dance date as well... last I heard she was in Carnavon in the middle of the Karoo. One bridge I burnt or did I get burnt? I think it was the latter...
Burning Bridges - Mike Curb Congregation
Friends all tried to warn me
But I held my head up high
All the time they warned me
But I only passed them by
They all tried to tell me
But I guess I didn't care
I turned my back and
Left them standing there
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me
All the lonely feelings and the burning memories
Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door
Burning bridges lost forevermore
Joey tried to help me find a job a while ago
When I finally got it I didn't want to go
The party Mary gave for me
When I just walked away
Now there's nothing left for me to say
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me
All the lonely feelings and the burning memories
Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door
Burning bridges lost forevermore
Years have passed and I keep thinking
What a fool I've been
I look back into the past and
Think of way back then
I know that I lost everything I thought I that could win
I guess I should have listened to my friends
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me
All the lonely feelings and the burning memories
Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door
Burning bridges lost forevermore
Burning bridges lost forevermore
Wow, heavy words when you come to think of it, somehow I do not see myself in the picture, I tend to open doors and leave them open these days... you never know when you have to duck and run through one... probably my inquisitive but mischievious nature... however there may be one or two bridges I should mend from my bridge burning days...
**When you build bridges you can keep crossing them.** Rick Pitino
Labels: journal, life, lyrics, music, tv
Mysterious Times
Today we wus robbed... wel not me personally but one of the tellers in the same complex where I have my office... why was I not on time today? I got up early but something just seemed to make me waste a bit of time, made 2 cups of coffee instead of the usual one, decided to change my shoes to sneakers, forgot the car keys after locking the door... I shudder to think what would have happened if I was on time... criminals would not understand that I have nothing to do with the Tellers! Amazing how we are protected by Angels but once you know they are at work it is nothing more than a miracle! Miracles are but a coincedences in laymans terms, but I know better. Truly Mysterious Times...
Lots of blame and fingers being pointed today after the robbery, the fact is the whole setup was ill though and no research was done nor were the promised security systems put in place... More mystery...
Got quite a bit to arrange but tonight I want to chill out and relax and contemplate my next move so to speak... Cold Case is on again and tonights case music has been pretty good. The episode is titled "Greed" and features Culture Club Karma Chameleon Tears for Fears Everybody Wants to Rule The World ZZ Top Sharp-Dressed Man Journey Separate Ways Talk Talk It's My Life Kurtis Blow AJ Scratch Thompson Twins In The Name Of Love Tina Turner Better Be Good To Me Don Henley Dirty Laundry Cyndi Lauper All Through The Night. However I think the lyrics to suit the theme is this one from Sash!
Mysterious Times - Sash!
Life
Mysterious life
Where we're moving around, dancing the rhythm of life.
Time
Mysterious time
Where we're counting the hours and days to the end of our time.
And we're feeling the change and we don't know why
Choose one direction just one more time
Don't say I'm thinking too much if you see what's behind.
[Chorus]
And these are Mysterious Times
Mysterious Times
No trick of the mind
For this moment I feel like we live in Mysterious Times.
If you see what's behind, these are Mysterious Times.
SoulI
feel my soul
For this moment nobody can stop me from flying so high.
Real
Nothing is real
In a world of illusion you only see what you feel.
And we're feeling the change and we don't know why
Choose one direction just one more time
Don't say I'm thinking too much if you see what's behind.
[Chorus]
If you see what's behind, these are Mysterious Times.
Here is the recipe for Track Potjie:
Ingredients
This was for a No 3 pot.
2 Kg lamb or sheep stewing meat, knuckles, neck and any bit not braaiworthy. Not too much fat.
1 Large onion
1 pack Potjie vegetables
1 can tomato & onion mix
1 can 200g tomato paste
2 cans mushrooms in brine, the stalk and offcut type is ok
Some olive oil
Pack fresh herbs for lamb
Pack Maggi Hearty Stew flavouring
Method
Put the pot over a few coals on your braai, have a seperate bank of coals to add from if needed.
Put about 2 tablespoons olive oil in the pot and as soon as it is hot enough start adding the meat and brown.
Add onions after meat has browned.
Add the herbs, throw out the woody bits though.
Add the veggies, add the flavouring and pour the can of paste and tomato mix as well, do not stir!
After 30 min add the mushrooms, brine and all.
Let the pot talk to the coals for at least an hour, add water if needed, the mushroom's should have added enough though. The pot should be ready about 2 hours from when you started. Serve with rice and a salad. Enjoy!
More mystery is the sms I got a while ago... will have to follow it up in the morning, maybe the path is not as rocky as I thought.
"It is better to obey the mysterious direction, without any fuss, when it points to a new road, however strange that road may be. There is probably as much reason for it, if the truth were known, as for anything
else." H. M. Tomlinson
Labels: introspection, journal, life, lyrics, music, Mysterious times, recipes
Sideways... over our biggest jump! Now this is awesome! The track is 99% done and is going to impress all riders! We also had a cookout for the guys doing the work this weekend and all enjoyed the Potjie, Rice and Salad, the exact recipe will be posted on Monday. Thanks for the help D and D!
As far as the rest of my weekend went, sideways is also an apt description, some call it "on hold" I call it sideways. Not that I am complaining, just strange that things have this tendency to hit the Doldrums from time to time, maybe things will pick up next week... Once again watching 007 is saving the day in Tomorrow Never Dies on e-TV's Bond Festival, my favourite is Pierce Brosnan... the best Bond by far imho... No music while I enjoy the movie but here are some lyrics:
I Ran - A Flock of Seagulls
I walked along the avenue.
I never thought I'd meet a girl like you;
Meet a girl like you.
With auburn hair and tawny eyes;
The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through;
Hypnotize me through.
Chorus
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldn't get away.
A cloud appears above your head;
A beam of light comes shining down on you,
Shining down on you.
The cloud is moving nearer still.
Aurora borealis comes in view;
Aurora comes in view.
Chorus
Reached out a hand to touch your face;
You're slowly disappearing from my view;
Disappearing from my view.
Reached out a hand to try again;
I'm floating in a beam of light with you;
A beam of light with you.
Chorus
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I couldn't get away..
Why these lyrics? Cos my biorythms suck! I seem to be in one of those horrid cycles when one aspect is positive and the rest negative... So time to get out the PIP manual to flush out these negative thoughts. The only "sideways" quote was this rather good one...
**Forgiveness is the healing of wounds caused by another. You choose to let go of a past wrong and no longer be hurt by it. Forgiveness is a strong move to make, like turning your shoulders sideways to walk quickly on a crowded sidewalk. It's your move.** RealLivePreacher.com Weblog, July 7, 2003.
Labels: life, lyrics, motocross, music, photos
Boys will be boys
Today was great! A was in his element! two tractors and two front end loaders to play with, we bit the bullet and took the two machines because next weekend is on month end and most operators do not work on month end weekend... we have finished about 80% of what we wanted to do... the rest should be done by tomorrow... yeah... motocrossers build tracks on Sundays and boys will be boys... It's just the size of the toys!
Winamp is doing it's thing as I write and once again suitable to the mood... Bee Gees, Saturday night fever as I feel my face is slightly sunburnt... I must get myself a decent hat before summer arrives! Will have to be up bright and early again tomorrow to get all the things organised for our day at the track, I will be doing my Jamie Oliver thing behind a pot of Potjiekos... I may just have the recipe up on Monday's blog. Will have some pics of the trackbuilding up by then as well.
Oh yes! I almost forgot! The Boys came through in Durban! We are the champions! Go Bokke! and more medals in Athens!
Lyrics for the day come from our national anthem as sung at the begining of the game in Durban...
Nkosi Sikeleli Afrika
(Xhosa and Zulu)
Nkosi SikeleliAfrika
Maluphakanyiswu phondo lwayo
Yizwa imithandazo yethu.
Nkosi sikelela
Thina lu sapholwayo.
(Sotho)
Morena boloka Sechaba sa heso
O fedise dintwa le matshwenyeho.
O se boloke O se boloke.
SeChaba sa heso.
SeChaba sa.
South Afrika, South Afrika.
Uit die blou van onse hemel,
Uit die dieptevan ons see,
Oor ons ewige gebergtes waar die kranse antwoord gee.
Sounds the call to come toghether, and united we shall stand,
Let us live and strive for freedom in South Africa, our land.
**I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him.** Abraham Lincoln (1809 - 1865)
Labels: journal, lyrics, motocross, music
Africa... is not for sissies...
Today was awe inspiring, another medal at the Olympics and proof that Africa is not for sissies, we grow 'em tough! Although we won't be ranking top ten I do believe we are puting up a fine performance in Athens.
Just a short one today, maybe only published by Saturday due to time constraints, got to be at the track before 7 am for some serious track building... just hope more rain falls as the track needs all it can get. All this reminds me of Bonnie Tyler and Holding on for a Hero... here is the chourus:
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
So here is to our heroes in Athens and hopefully tomorrow our Rugby heroes in Durban and all the heroes that have come to the party by helping us out tomorrow.
**Nurture your mind with great thoughts; to believe in the heroic makes heroes.** Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881)
Labels: life, lyrics, rugby, sport
You are here
Something I have always found amusing is Existentialism... I mean when you look up at the stars how can you not know that the universe is rational. Enough philosophy, lets get on with reality I say.
Winamp has been in a quite mood as I wach the Olympics, Enya, Storms in Africa is playing as I type. I have always liked her music, another in the same genre is Deep Forest of wich the best known is Freedom Cry. Now it has switched to Vanessa Carlton and Sway, her rendition of Paint It Black of the Rolling Stones is one of the best versions ever.
Paint It Black - Jagger/Richards
I see a red door and I want it painted black
no colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they are painted black
with flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it's heading into black
maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
it's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
I wanna see it painted painted, painted black, oh baby
I wanna see it painted painted, painted black, oh baby
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
my love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I wanna see it painted, painted black, oh
black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted from the sky
painted, painted, painted black oh baby
painted painted, painted black
Poiniant and sad... a song I relate to and gives me a chill when I hear it. Here is a short poem I wrote in memory of the lady this song reminds me of.
The Gift - Robert Le Noury
You showed that life is today,
not tomorrow,
not yesterday.
Wear your heart for the world to see,
for tomorrow it may have faded.
Tell me you love me now,
dont hesitate,
for tomorrow is but a mirage,
yesterday was a golden memory.
I will always cherish the short time I had with Inge, a very special lady lent from heaven for us. Always ready with a smile and always game for anything. Sometimes one does not need a lifetime to learn from a friend.
"I have an existential map. It has 'You are here' written all over it." Steven Wright - 1955 -
Labels: life, lyrics, music, Paint it black, poems, The Gift
Have you ever noticed?
that life has a way of repeating itself? I am in a closed loop of everchanging situations! For the fourth time in as many years I will be getting a new boss, but changing departments, the work will still be the same though, just the scenery will change! Now for a repeat of last years reports and job descriptions... this time I am slipping in a few reccomendations... fax and new printer please!
Had a great MX co-oordination meeting, will be doing some major changes at the track, lots of work to promote the event as well...
Just heard that Earth Wind and Fire will be in SA! I thought they were done for ages ago... just been listening to Let's Groove... R&B and Disco era music, on the same note I notice that '70's music is being redone, reborn, reissued a lot these days, it really was a great period! Although I must say some of todays music is quite palatable, ATB gets a 10/10 for his music. André Tanneberger has great talent and his latest cd Ecstacy is very uplifting dance and the lyrics for the day.
Ecstacy - ATB
Have you ever noticed,
That I'm not acting as I used to do before?
Have you ever wondered,
Why I always keep on coming back for more?
What have you done to me,
I'll never be the same I'll tell you for sure
I'll never be the same I'll tell you for sure
I'll never be the same I'll tell you for sure
You really are my ecstasy,
My real life fantasy, oh yeah
You really are my ecstasy,
My real life fantasy, oh yeah
Not that I'm complaining,
A more beautiful vision - I have never seen
If you don't mind me saying,
A life of ambition to fulfill my dream
007 on e-TV again tonight, Solitaire, what I notice is the way everything looks so dated, have I forgotten so much of how we lived and looked 30 years ago! Well enough of that, a long day awaits me in the morrow. Some words of wisdom I learnt again the past few days...
"I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that."
Labels: Ecstacy, films, life, lyrics, music
So you wanna be a Botanist?
I have decided... next year I am starting a degree course... will be doing an aptitude test to make sure my choice is compatible with my abilities... crazy? Botany would be my first choice but let us see what the experts say...
I was wondering today why I felt so tired, obviously the weekend had taken its toll but it seems more than that, then I checked my biorythm... waay down the scale... ah well they start turning upside next week, so there is something to look foreward to again. The older I get the more I come to realise there is more out there than meets the eye.
This image reminds me of Tree63 and The Darkness Between the Stars, or even Roxette and Stars in any case the Universe is an awesome place, interesting to hear that some astrophysicists believe that our solar system is unique... makes me think that the Bible has more truth in than most people believe. David wrote in Psalm 8:3, "When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained." and Psalm 147:4 tells us that "He counts the number of the stars, He calls them all by name." It is impossible for mankind to know how many stars there are, not to mention the *name* of every star! Yet God does. Amazing concept! Amazing truth!
Stars - Roxette
You keep on walkin' on the other side
Other side, other side
You keep on walkin' on the other side
Other side, other side
Wherever you go, I'm going with you
Shouldn't you know I'm bound to follow
Whatever you say, whatever you do I give you a clue,
I'm gonna follow
And the stars will show
Where the waters flow
Where the gardens grow
That's where I'll meet you
Why don't you let me, let me come along
Na na na, na na na
Why don't you open, make me come along
Na na na, na na na
Wherever you go, I'm going for you
Oh, I was truly born to follow
Like fire and wood and paper and glue
Only a few were born to follow
And the stars will show
Where the waters flow
Where the gardens grow
That's where I'll meet you
And the sun will glow
Melting all the snow
Knowing all I know
That's where I'll meet you
Stars will show
Where the waters flow
Where the gardens grow
That's where I'll meet you
And the sun will glow
Melting all the snow
Knowing all I know
That's where I'll meet you
And the stars will show
Every breeze will blow
Knowing all I know
That's where I'll meet you
By the way... I fixed the comments section, you do not need to belong to Blogger.com to send me a comment...
**The wisest mind has something yet to learn.**
George Santayana (1863 - 1952)
Labels: apod, Christianity, journal, lyrics, music
Double Helping Please
Here are the promised recipes:
This is an easy recipe that I knock together in about half an hour and serves around 6 people.
Meatballs in Tomato sauce:
Ingredients:
1 kg mince
3 large eggs
3 slices brown bread, not fresh
1 large onion
1 can tomato paste
1 can tomato and onion mix
1 clove garlic
2 serving spoons peppadew
Itallian herbs
Barbeque spice
Any other spices you prefer
3 Serving spoons of your favourite chutney
Olive oil for baking pan and saucepan.
Method
Crumb the bread into a large mixing bowl, dice the onion and add to breadcrumbs, add spices/herbs to taste and crushed garlic if used, add the mince, chutney and 3 eggs and mix until evenly distributed. Form balls from mixture and place in lightly oiled baking pan. Place under griller for 10 miutes a side while preparing the sauce.
The Sauce
A dash of olive oil in a saucepan, saute onions and add peppadew, add tomato paste, can of tomato and onion and a dash of Italian herbs, simmer slowly while you make sure the meatbals brown under the griller.
When meatballs are brown add the sauce to the baking pan and let them all simmer in a 300C oven for 30 minutes.
Serve on a bed of spagetti with a tossed salad.
Hasta la pasta
Ok, I am cheating a bit, this is just my way of cooking spaghetti.
Take your favourite pasta pot, any large pot that holds at least 4 litres is fine, I have a cool one that has a built in strainer.
Fill with warm water (speeds up things) and add 2 herb and garlic stock cubes and get it boiling, add a dash of olive oil and then the pasta as soon as the water is boiling vigourously. Stir a few times to prevent pasta sticking and cook for around 20 minutes until al dente.
Serve with your favourite dish like my meatballs or bolognaise.
As you all know by know I am a music nut/freak/aficinado and I think I was born 35 years too soon... I have this thing these days for techno/rave/dance/house music, some say it is boring but I find a lot of it very uplifting and energetic. Tonight on Cold Case they had some playing as well, Angelic I'ts my turn as well as some other fine music Don't Stop - Fleetwood Mac Dreams - The Cranberries Hey Jealousy - The Gin Blossoms What's Going On - 4 Non Blondes Can't Do A Thing To Stop Me - Chris Isaak Ordinary World - Duran Duran. But here is my choice for tonights lyrics:
Close to the edge - Solex
Do you feel for me, what I feel for you?
Now you're turnin' on this electricity
Runnin' through my veins, pulse begins to rest
Come on satisfy my curiousity
Keep imagining, what it would be like
Got the power to make this reality
You're so close to me, almost taste your lips
Flyin' high can't you feel this intensity?
Only one way to go
When you're on the outside lookin' in
Tell me what I need to know
Don't recognise my own reflection
When I'm in this state of mind
State of mind..
tate of mind..
ohh..
ooh..
I'm, close to the edge
I wanna fall, all the way down
I'm, close to the edge
I wanna fall, all the way down
I'm, close to the edge
Open my eyes, walk straight ahead
I wanna fall, all the way down
I'm gonna run, when I hit the ground
You're takin' me, close to the edge
Open my eyes, walk straight ahead
I wanna fall, all the way down
I'm gonna run, when I hit the ground..
I'm, close to the edge
I wanna fall, all the way down
I'm, close to the edge
I wanna fall, all the way down
Are you readin' me, like I'm reading you?
Are we transmitting on other frequency?
Hear it loud and clear, message understood
Chain reaction 'cause we got a chemistry
Now I'm standing here, with my world below
Body shakin', is this how it's meant to be?
But I'm not afraid, 'cause I'm not alone
Hear you breathin', I feel you inside of me
Only one way to go
When you're on the outside lookin' in
Tell me what I need to know
Don't recognise my own reflection
When I'm in this state of mind
State of mind..
State of mind..
The quote for the day is quite true... I have always loved felines and find it strange that some humans hate them, I don't dislike dogs but prefer the independent nature of cats...
**How you behave toward cats here below determines your status in Heaven.** Robert A. Heinlein
Labels: lyrics, music, recipes
Retro
Looking back over the weekend I discovered I had forgotten to publish my last two Blogs! amongst other things... Just got back from a great evening out at the local Spur... They have this Sunday special on burgers, I still think the idea is to get people to spend money on other items though... well it was a fun evening with friends, so glad the events of the weekend are forgotten... true friends never bear grudges... The music was great and we had fun singing along... must find out who the lad was that was singing, may just be an idea to get him to entertain the crowd at our next event... One of the songs was an Afrikaans song made famous by Theuns Jordaan, a great South African singer and songwriter but the song Beautiful in Beaufort-Wes was written by Gert Vlok Nel, here is the Chorus:
Ek kon nie meer slaap nie.
Nie nie meer lag nie,
nie meer iets vir mekaar doen nie
en nooit ooit weer vir jou soen nie.
Translated:
I could not sleep any anymore
Not laugh anymore
Not do anything for one another again
and never ever kiss you again
I really enjoy his songs as well as most of our Afrikaans singers these days, just a pity most of the world does not understand the words!
**As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.**
Leonardo da Vinci(1452 - 1519), The Notebooks
Labels: journal, life, lyrics, places to eat
Eating dirt
What a day, wind wind wind and dust, this must go down as one of our windiest days ever, it did not help track conditions at all and the races had to be shortened due to all the time lost in keeping the dust under controll, then we ran out of water! Murpy at his best... Had a slight argument over the shortening of the event due to conditions... Safety first I say... As this has been a long day I have decided to just ramble on and get to bed.
**Performance is directly affected by the perversity of inanimate objects.**
Labels: journal, motocross
Friday... wus it the 13th?
This day flew by in a microsecond, barely touched ground what with all the final arrangements for tomorrows event. I just hope the track will be wet enough and that we have no wind tomorrow. Lyrics for today are from Roxette and Sleeping Single.
Here's the house.
Here's the city and the stream.
Here's the father to my dream.
Here's the lost and lonely look in your eyes.
When you leave I will break down and cry.
Sleeping single -
I will wait for you.
I'm sleeping single -
'til you change your mind.
Sleeping single -
I will wait for you 'til time
has gone by.
I'll pay the price
for all the love you poured like rain
"toujours l'amour" over again,
but the midnight chills are getting so rough
and the bed is big enough for both of us.
Sleeping single -
I would die for you.
I'm sleeping single -
won't you change your way.
Sleeping single -
I will pray for you to stay,
he-he-hey...he-he-hey...
So without any further ado I am off to bed.
"Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner of travelling."
Labels: lyrics, Sleeping Single
T minus 2
Just a short one today, 2 days to the next event and we have the track ready, my friends and associates at BORC are great! Just need to tie some tails tomorrow and the weather should hold as well.
Playing some Roxette tonight, they must be one of my top 10 favourite groups, I have most of the CD's and enjoy their music imensely. They have been performing since 1989 wich is a long time, I believe due to the fact that they have very supportive families plus they enjoy making music! The songs also cover a wide range of themes and moods, from the sombre I did'nt want to get hurt to the lively Dangerous. Tonights lyrics will be from Here Comes the Weekend written by Per Gesse:
Here Comes the weekend - Roxette
Every shape of every word you say that
breaks the silence of an ordinary day.
Every look that seems to mystify,
every single smile that spins me to the sky.
It makes me wanna run, it makes me wanna hide.
Cos you're the only one that makes me come alive.
It's getting closer now and darker by the hour.
It only goes to show that here it comes,
here comes the weekend and I'm on my own again
with a Saturday in the rain.
Here it comes, here comes the weekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain is making me cry.
When will I see you again?
Every breath, every vision you make.
Every chance in love you love to take.
Every move that seems to alter my world.
Every dream I've had about this boy and this girl.
It makes me wanna run, it makes me wanna hide
cos you're the only one that makes my love alive
and time is running fast into a new goodbye.
It only goes to show that here it comes,
here comes the weekend, another walk down that lonely lane,
another Sunday that feels the same.
Here it comes, here comes the weekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain is making me cry.
When will I see you again?
For all the competitors this Saturday...
"RIDE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT!"
Labels: Here comes the weekend, lyrics, motocross
Quandry and Questions
Bwaaaha ha ha ha... "Nairobi South Africa" from 007 Diamonds are forever... I wonder if the script writer had ever seen a map of Africa! I must say I am enjoing the re run of Bond films on E-tv, Pierce Bronsnan was/is the best Bond, I quess I love action. Sean Connery was the smoothest, I loved his portrayal as well.
Listening to music while watching the movie and I Said I Love You, But I Lied by Michael Bolton came up and it suddenly struck me... the lyrics are totally diffrent to what I had believed he was singing about!
Said I Love You, But I Lied - MICHAEL BOLTON
Said I Love You...But I Lied
You are the candle, love's the flame
A fire that burns through wind and rain
Shine your light on this heart of mine
Till the end of time
You came to me like the dawn through the night
Just shinin' like the sun
Out of my dreams and into my life
You are the one, you are the one
CHORUS
Said I loved you but I lied
'Cause this is more than love I feel inside
Said I loved you but I was wrong
'Cause love could never ever feel so strong
Said I loved you but I lied
With all my soul I've tried in vain
How can mere words my heart explain
This taste of heaven so deep so trueI've found in you
So many reasons in so many ways
My life has just begun
Need you forever, I need you to stay
You are the one, you are the one
CHORUS
You came to me like the dawn through the night
Just shinin' like the sun
Out of my dreams and into my life
You are the one, you are the one
CHORUS
Said I loved you
But this is more than love I feel inside
Said I loved you....But I lied
Sometimes one can hear something many times but never catch the deeper meaning, life is like that as well, I was visiting friends this evening and got involved with helping one of the kids with a school project, it was great fun and we got the mobile all balanced, just like life one has to balance and place things in the proper place for it to work, hopefully my blogging will do so for me. What was also amazing was the way we love to be encouraged... very often parents will take over a project just to get it done instead of being a guide, I suppose it was easier for me as a friend than a parent to do this...
"Duct tape is like the Force.
It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together."
Labels: funny, I said I loved you but I lied, lyrics, music
Countdown
Well, we have an event! All the things are in place and even a great sponsorship for some cash prizes! All in all a great team effort, well done guys and gals. I do belive that since I have roped some of the ladies onto the organizing team things have started to happen...
I completly forgot the recipe yesterday, maybe it is a good thing, I think in the mood I was it would have been awefull... will make up for it next monday, a double helping will be served! It is amazing how my mood has improved since last night, must be the re-emergence of positive radiation... It really does help if you force yourself to think and feel positive, almost like a switch that flips over... Got Winamp on a positive beat as well, Alice Deejay going full blast with Will I ever but the lyrics for tonight will be The Final Countdown as made famous by Europe and featured in Rocky 4, one of Sylvester Stallone's classic series of fight movies, not that they were a favourite of mine, I prefered the Rambo series all because I could nitpick the silly combat tactics, just a pity most people relate Special Forces soldiers to this misrepresentation even today. As a veteran I have the utmost respect for these men, especially our own Recces, with their motto “We fear naught but God”.
The Final Countdown - Europe
We're leaving together
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?
It's the final countdown...
We're heading for
Venus and still we stand tall
Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all
With so many light years to go and things to be found
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so
It's the final countdown...
The final countdown...
It's the final countdown.
And we exit today with this gem:
"ERROR 406: file corrupt: config.earth -- reboot universe? (Y/N)"
Labels: lyrics, military, music, The final countdown
One Month
Been posting for a month now and the creative juice has ebbed and flowed according to my moods... and boy do I have moods... looking back I see this and now understand why keeping a journal of any sort is theraputic and at the same time insightfull... At least this is cheaper than an analyst and more fun!
Looking back over this past month I found new friends, did new things, grew a little wiser and lived a little wilder (in a good sense)... all in all well a great month. Got Sarah Brightman on at the moment and my mood stinks, I think I am going top watch TV a while and come back to the blog...
Been watching Cold Case, once again a interesting twist to the tale and great music that always seems to fit the episode theme... Jewel's song "Hands" was featured in the closing scenes, others were REM, "It's The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)", Eagle Eye Cherry "Save Tonight", TLC "No Scrubs", Tal Bachman "She's So High" and Len "Steal My Sunshine". I also found the site that lists the music in all episodes; Cold Case music on Have-Dog
Just watching the news updates and there has been another accident at an illegal drag race... when will the powers that be start clamping down on this? As I am involved in motorsport this always irks me that the organised events battle to get assistance but nothing is done about illegal racing. Here are todays lyrics... suiting my earlier mood:
Once in a lifetime - Sarah Brightman
Let me dive in
To pools of sin
Wet black leather on my skin
Show me the floor
Lay down the law
I need to taste you more
Refrain:
Then I feel your sea
Raining down on me
Can this be my once in a lifetime
Hell's at heaven's door
As I need you more
You know you're my once in a lifetime
When you take me
And make me cry
Then I feel you satisfy
Show me the cage
It's all the rage
And lock it up
Found a part of me
That's a mystery
That will be just once in a lifetime
When the moon is high
Passion never dies
Will you want me for all a lifetime
Once in a lifetime
Once in a lifetime
Once in a lifetime
Giving you my soul
Letting you control
Took away a part of my lifetime
Memories of you
Left me black and blue
Now I know you're once in a lifetime
Refrain
Found a part of me
That's a mystery
That will be just once in a lifetime
When the moon is high
Passion never dies
Will you want me for all a lifetime
Refrain
Found a part of me
That's a mystery
That will be just once in a lifetime
I do believe I know why my mood has been so grey today... especially after reading those lyrics, I seem to have a lot of work to do on my pshyce... darn, I thought I was ok...
"A ship in harbor is safe--- but that is not what ships are for." John A. Shedd
Labels: life, lyrics, motivation, music, musing, Once in a lifetime, tv
Haunted
Kids are back home and I am watching 007... with my music playing as well... This is one thing I still find hard to sort out, even though I see them often it is when they are here all day that I get this haunted feeling after dropping them off... then I need music... Winamp is not helping either...
Haunted - Evanescence
Long lost words, whisper slowly, to me.
Still can’t find what keeps me here.
And all this time I’ve been so hollow, inside,
I know your still there.
Watching me, Wanting me,
I can feel you pull me down.
Fearing you, Loving you,
I won't let you pull me down.
Hunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head !
Watching me, Wanting me,
I can feel you pull me down.
Saving me , raping me.
Watching me.
I am relating to this song today... I believe that one never realy gets over a divorce, you get better at hiding the haunting... there is always that reminder every time the kids visit, every time I pay the alimony, every time something needs fixing, every time a mutual friend mentions a conversation they had with you know who... So yeah... I am haunted. Must get some books on this subject...
At last...
Nena with
Kim Wilde and Anyplace anyywhere, anytime. Winamp is turning upbeat... 99 Red Baloons was a '80's hit for her, good to see her and Kim still making cool music after all these years.
This avtar idea seems cool... will try it in future as the images are quite small and don't hog too much space on my server.
"I'm not worried about the bullet with my name on it... just the thousands out there marked 'Occupant'."
Labels: films, Haunted, lyrics
Blindside
Some Janine Turner avtars, just cos I could and because I like her... Avtar? A small picture used as a online presence, not unlike an Icon but usually larger...
I was deep in connversation today after the Karting, enjoying a cold one with G, when he told me how he had been blindsided by his wife, now he is a fellow divorcee... Nothing shocks me anymore... At least no drivers got blindsided in the races today, just a pity the fields were so small. Ah well, off to bed, I have a good day to look foreward to with the kids... need to get up bright and early to get organised before I pick them up.
Eyelash has a few freebies here, their song A Girl Like Me is my signout today, and I think quite fitting after my conversation;
I'm an open book,
You know my beauty secrets.
I wear too much makeup.
We didn't even meet.
How can you love a girl like me?
I don't own a dress,
I don't have a nice apartment,
My life is a mess,
I don't know where to start.
How can you love a girl like me?
"Blindside; to surprise someone, usually with harmful results:" Web Definitions
Labels: A girl like me, blogs, friendship, lyrics
This is amazing, found this on APOD today,
as well as a link to the next one.
This is one site I visit each day to see the latest in nature's wonders. Well worth bookmarking imho. The images there make one realise how Great God is, truly His Glory is revealed in nature and all we witness in our lives.
I also notice I have new neighbours on the Ageless project site, welcome to Master Of The House above me and Uncommon Thought and Waar was ik? below me, great to have you there.
Been to see Hidalgo again, enjoyed it even more than the first time, most probably because of the fine company as well.
Tonight I sign out with Delta Goodrem a lass from Australia that has been making some beautifull music. Here is a snipper from Not me not I;
You mixed me up for someone
Who'd fall apart without you
Yeah you broke my heart for the first time
But I'll get over that too
It's hard to find the reasons
Who can see the rhyme?
I guess that we where seasons out of time
I guess you didn't know me
If you think love is blind
That I wouldn't see the flaws between the lines
Surprised that I caught you out
On every single time that you lied
Did you think that every time I see you I would cry
No not me, not I, not I, no not me, not I
"Life is full of obstacle illusions." Grant Frazier
Labels: amazing, apod, life, lyrics, music, Not me not I, pip, science
Deep Blue Sleep
Last night I was full of good intentions to write something stunning when the god Morpheus got hold of me while watching CSI... I woke up at eleven in a fetal position and promptly tottered off to bed...
So this morning I cobbled this together from my draft... I was planning to write on the research being done at IBM but hey, never got there... but the lyrics were lined up so here they are:
Deep Blue - George Harrison (1943~2001)
When sunshine is not enough To make me feel bright
It's got me suffering in the darkness
That's so easy come by on the road-side
Of one Long life-time
It's got me deep blue
You know I'm deep blue
When you stand there, watch tired bodies
Full of sickness and pain
To show you just how helpless you really are
When you get down to the truth
It hurts me
It's got me deep blue
You know I'm deep blue
When I think of the life I'm living
Pray God help me; give me your light
So I can love you and understand
This repetition that keeps me here
Feeling deep blue
It's got me deep blue
You know I'm deep blue
"There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep." Homer (800 BC - 700 BC), The Odyssey
Labels: Deep blue, lyrics, music, tv
Instruments of change
How does one change? I really don't know, all I know is that I am not the same as a few years ago. My theory is that you change from within and from outside, from within due to introspection and self apraisal and from outside through the people you meet and that surround you. Another aspect of change is habits... hard to change unless you use replacement as a means to effect the change, by this I mean learn a new good habit to change/replace a bad one... it works... PIP is an example of this change of habit, when you feel like the world is squashing you... squash back!
Now for something amazing, was browseing the Tickle site and did the "What is your lucky number" test and got this result: RobC you are a Four!
As a 4, you're no stranger to melodrama. What's that? Are those violins playing gently in the background? And like all good performers, you are in touch with a variety of your inner characters. You've got all the angst of an early '90s garage band, but fortunately it fuels your creative urges and helps you relate to others. When your friends aren't giving you a standing ovation, they're sharing their feelings because you really listen. 4s have an inner Vasco De Gama of sorts, as they fearlessly explore uncharted emotions within. As a Romantic, you enjoy emotion whether it's watching a sappy John Hughes film for the 20th time since high school or pursuing that mysterious lover who doesn't know you exist. But be careful, road kill just might take you a little longer than your friends to get over. And ending a relationship of any kind might send you straight into a depression you oblige with a healthy dose of Peter Gabriel or Enya. At your best, you can harness your emotions like few others to produce unique expressions of yourself. Your need to "feel" might lead you to commit risky acts that could hurt you. Some fellow 4s J.D. Salinger, the Artist-who-can't-stop-changing-his-name-to-Prince, would you care to chime in? But trusting your self-knowledge gives you an advantage that others lack. All in all, it's not a bad gig being a 4.
Sounds crazy but a lot is true... and I have taken this test on three diffrent occasions too! Well on to the violins...
Intrumental music is something that is scarcely heard these days, if it does not have vocals it is not played! I wonder why? I can still remember some great ones from the past like Apache by the Shadows, thank goodness some groups keep up the tradition. Safri Duo is one as well as Blue Man Group, both use pecussion instruments to get the message across. Then we have the more classical inclined like Vanessa Mae with Destiny as well as Bond the four girl group that play their violins with such passion while still looking stunning. Must get a listen to their new CD Classified. As we have no lyrics today I am signing off with this though provoking poem that has elements of all my thoughts today.
Road Kill - Harry Edward Gilleland
Strange how weird thoughts enter my mind.
I’ll be thinking something, then they jump right in,
like how when I was much younger, I wasn’t so kind,
not as caring and sympathetic as I might have been.
Take whenever I’d be the one to create more road kill :
Once while driving along in my VW bug, windows down,
wind blowing my hair – yes, back then I HAD hair still –
I ran over two huge grasshoppers, with a loud crunching sound.
They were too busy copulating in the middle of the road
to jump away. I shouted “Look! I just squashed a romance.”
(I know, bad as “Frog legs for supper!” for a flattened toad...)
I enjoyed making a joke out of road kill at every chance.
Nobody cares about bugs or toads, but how about a cat?
Once this young cat darted into the street in front of my car.
Hearing the thud, I looked back. He was alive – I saw that...
I said “Well, he’s down to eight! That’s one life he lost so far.”
I drove on my way that day, giving that hurt cat not a care
35 years ago. Nowadays he lives in my dreams, making me cry.
I feel his suffering. I see a child grieving over her pet so dear.
How I hope he survived, that I wasn’t the reason for him to die.
"When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask,'Why do you want to know?'"
Labels: music, pip, poems, quiz, Road kill
Los Ojos
The eyes have it, the window of the soul... strange how as wisdom grows one tends to look at the eyes and not at the rest, not that I dont look at the rest mind you, I am male and not dead yet!
Looking back I remember a pair of blue eyes, blue as the midday sky on a hot summer day, so blue you seem to fall into them... but that was a lifetime ago... and a fantasy as only a 10 year old could dream... never looked at girls for a long time after that. Some say one never forgets that first love, that puppy love... I sure don't... maybe I still compare all the women in my life to her. Girls if you are reading this... remember the song To all the girls I've loved? I particularly like Julio Iglesias's version. Ok I may be a tad concieted here, but that is how things are...
Coming back to the spanish theme, Osjos asi by Shakira is one of my favourite latin songs, not just because of the singer, who has great eyes by the way... but because of the blend of Spanish and Arabic in the song, come to think of it Flamenco has strong arab influence as well. Some other singers and groups I like are No Mercy, Santana, Marc Anthony, and too many to mention here! So to the lyrics that started the train of thought;
Eyes Like Yours "Osjos asi" - Shakira
Oh, you know I have seen
A sky without sun
A man with no nation
Saints, captive in chains
A song with no name
For lack of imagination
Ya he...
And I have seen
Darker than ebony
Ya he Ya he Ya la he
And now it seems, that I
Without your eyes could never be
My one desire, all I aspire
Is in your eyes forever to live
Traveled all over the seven oceans
There is nothing that I wouldn't give
Came from Bahrein, got to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours
Came from Bahrein, got to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours
Oh, You know I seen
A woman of means
In rags and begging for pleasure
Crossed a river of salt
Just after I rode
A ship that's sunk in the desert
Ya he Ya he Ya la he
And I have seen
Darker than ebony
Ya he Ya he Ya la he
And now it seems, that I
Without your eyes could never be
My one desire, all I aspire
Is in your eyes forever to live
Traveled all over the seven oceans
There is nothing that I wouldn't give
Came from Bahrein, got to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours
Came from Bahrein, got to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours
rabboussamai fikarrajaii
fi ainaiha aralhayati
ati ilaika min haza lkaaouni
arjouka labbi labbi nidai
Came from Bahrein, got to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours.
The girl with the blue eyes? Michelle was her name... Yep I remember her well... used to buy her sweets from the shop across the railway tracks from school, today the station is gone as well as the playground where we would sit and share wilson's toffies and sugus... but the memories remain.
**El amor más fuerte y más puro no es el que sube desde la impresión, sino el que desciende desde la admiración.** The purer and strongest love is not the one that rises since the impression, but the one that descends since the admiration. Thanks freetranslation.com
Labels: journal, life, lyrics, music
Golden Child
My PC is back and better than before... 52 gigabytes and counting... While getting it going and googling for info on the new disk I came across the new song from DJ Sammy, Golden Child a nice beat and quite cool lyrics and available as a download from his site, the new CD should be good, I really enjoyed his Heaven album;
golden child,whenever you feel lonely,
i'm on your side.
no matter where you go, i will be there
you'll always find my shoulder.
so don't cry ... my golden child.
At the same time I came across this lady, Michelle Marie her song Boys Club from her album Garden Party (read the writeup) is available as download, another Golden Child if she gets more exposure. Sometimes one can come across awesome music on the web. Another cool one was from The Parachute Men, Sometimes in vain, a group that hailed from Leeds in the '80's. Sounds a lot like the GoGo's...
Enough music... let's eat! Tonight I bring a simple adaptable recipe to the web, Bombay Bolognaise... you Italians out there dont throw a tantrum, this is great... One of my staple recipes that I get asked to make often... and it all happened by accident... first the recipe:
Ingredients;
1 kg mince
1 pack of spagetti
1 Big Onion or two smaller
1 can All Gold Indian diced tomatoes (The Bombay Bit)
1 can tomato puree, those 70g no name ones are fine
1 cube beef stock, if you have herb and garlic stock cubes one of em as well. Italian herbs, paprika, olive oil or any other good cooking oil, access to the larder in case of other ingredients not mentioned are needed!
Da pasta
Start by getting the pasta on the stove, a big pot for the cooking of is needed, the bigger the better. Fill the pot with warm water... it boils quicker that way... add a dash of oil and a teaspoon of salt to the water, once it is boiling vigorously add the pasta and stirr a few times to prevent it sticking... cook until al dente.
Da Bolognaise
Start by slice 'n dicing the onion/s, get a fair sized saucepan or nice cast iron pot for this, add a dash of oil and saute the onions, add the mince as soon as the onions are done, add the stock cube/s, pakrika and a dash of whatever else you add to your mince. Then add the canned goods... check for tartness and add a bit of sugar to cut the tomato tartness. Some Chutney may be called for as well but may be added later upon serving. Add some Italian herbs and stirr the whole lot a few times untill cooked.
Finale
The pasta should be done before the bolognaise, serve this in a fair sized bowl and then add the bolignaise over the pasta... garnish with some parmesan or any other cheese at hand and call the kids! maybe they will leave some for the grownups, if not do another session! Goes well with a big salad... and a good red wine.
Oh the story... I was over at a friend one night... his wife was taking a sabbatical in Cape Town and he suggested we get some take aways... I asked when last they had eaten a home cooked meal... then we went looking in the larder and deep freeze... I grabbed the ingredients but in my haste had thought I had gotten hold of a can of plain diced tomatoes and proceeded to lash the meal together... it was only when I took a good look and saw the INDIAN on the can that my heart sank... I have no problem with curry but with kids it could be a problem... no such luck... they scoffed the lot! After that I have made it a few times and it always goes down well. Since the it is known as Bombay Bolognaise to all my friends. Staying with the friends and friendship theme...
"Friendship is made in the heart, silent. Unwritten. Unbreakable by distance. Unchangeable by time. Once a friend, always a friend!"
Labels: introspection, music, recipes
Life 101 and the wicked twin
Once again the world is made smaller, just got this from my neice and thought I should pass it on here as I feel exactly the same...
"Just heard this message and thought of all the people close to me that are been my friends & family and that are always there for little old me!
YOU ARE ALL SO SPECIAL TO ME!
It's worth the read!
"HUNDRED RAND"
A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a R100 note in the room of 200 people, he asked "Who would like this R100 note?"
Hands started going up. He sayed "I am foing to give you this R100 note to one of you - but let me do this"
He proceeded to crumple th R100 note up, he then asked "Who still wants it?"
Still the hands were up in the air.
"Well" he replied, "what if i do this?" He dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?"
Still the hand went into the air.
"My friends, you have all learned a valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it, because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth R100."
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled and ground into the dirt by decisions we make and the circumstances that comes our way. We feel as though we are worthless; but no matter what happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.
Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased you are still priceless to those who love you! The worth of our lives comes, not in what wed do or who we know, but by... WHO WE ARE! THANKS! YOU ARE ALL SO SPECIAL!"
Listening to the radio today an old Fleetwood Mac song came up, Go your own way sung by Wilson Phillips, quite a diffent style of the original song but very enjoyable on a lazy sunday morning. Great to see them back together again making cool music. Ok... I love girl groups! Here is a verse or two;
Loving you
Isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel
If I could
Maybe I'd give you my world
How can I
When you won't take it from me
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
Bought myself Stella Hyde's satirical guide to the Zodiac this week "Blame Your Planet" and have been in stiches since, I loved the write up on my starsign:
On the Darkside, this makes you an unreliable, roguish sociopath with a light finger and the attention span of a hyperactive mayfly.
I just hope I never get to be like this picture! I do relate to the love of adventure bit... that reminds me... I must take back that bike back I took for a test drive last week... they may be needing it...
I am sometimes amazed at how a gentle push can get things moving, hopefully we will be having a race on the 14th of this month, it is great to have a bunch of friends as well in the club... The deadline is the 4th... holding thumbs and hitting the network tomorrow to see what can be rustled up by then. Mmmmm maybe that book has some truth in it! This is the wicked twin signing out for this week...
"Wait until it is night before saying that is has been a fine day." French Proverb
Labels: family, Go your own way, life, lyrics, music
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