dimanche, mars 30, 2003

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samedi, mars 29, 2003

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vendredi, mars 28, 2003

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jeudi, mars 27, 2003

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mercredi, mars 26, 2003

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dimanche, mars 23, 2003

In 1870 we went down the Tigris River. We hired a guide at Bagdad to show us Persepolis, Nineveh and Babylon, and the ancient countries of Assyria as far as the Arabian Gulf. He was well acquainted with the land, but he was one of those guides who love to entertain their patrons; he was like a barber that tells you many stories in order to keep your mind off the scratching and the scraping. He told me so many stories that I grew tired of his telling them and I refused to listen -- looked away whenever he commenced; that made the guide quite angry.

I remember that toward evening he took his Turkish cap off his head and swung it around in the air. The gesture I did not understand and I did not dare look at him for fear I should become the victim of another story. But, although I am not a woman, I did look, and the instant I turned my eyes upon that worthy guide he was off again. Said he, "I will tell you a story now which I reserve for my particular friends!" So then, counting myself a particular friend, I listened, and I have always been glad I did.









HE SAID there once lived not far from the River Indus an ancient Persian by the name of Al Hafed. He said that Al Hafed owned a very large farm with orchards, grain fields and gardens. He was a contented and wealthy man -- contented because he was wealthy, and wealthy because he was contented. One day there visited this old farmer one of those ancient Buddhist priests, and he sat down by Al Hafed's fire and told that old farmer how this world of ours was made.

He said that this world was once a mere bank of fog, which is scientifically true, and he said that the Almighty thrust his finger into the bank of fog and then began slowly to move his finger around and gradually to increase the speed of his finger until at last he whirled that bank of fog into a solid ball of fire, and it went rolling through the universe, burning its way through other cosmic banks of fog, until it condensed the moisture without, and fell in floods of rain upon the heated surface and cooled the outward crust. Then the internal flames burst through the cooling crust and threw up the mountains and made the hills and the valleys of this wonderful world of ours. If this internal melted mass burst out and cooled very quickly it became granite; that which cooled less quickly became silver; and less quickly, gold; and after gold diamonds were made. Said the old priest, "A diamond is a congealed drop of sunlight."

This is a scientific truth also. You all know that a diamond is pure carbon, actually deposited sunlight -- and he said another thing I would not forget: he declared that a diamond is the last and highest of God's mineral creations, as a woman is the last and highest of God's animal creations. I suppose that is the reason why the two have such a liking for each other.

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samedi, mars 22, 2003

 SWITZERLAND, HERE I COME!

[SWITZERLAND, HERE I COME!]
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vendredi, mars 21, 2003

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jeudi, mars 20, 2003

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dimanche, mars 16, 2003

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samedi, mars 15, 2003

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vendredi, mars 14, 2003

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jeudi, mars 13, 2003

{*} idoonwannara'annawaebuddaikanttekkit,aidonnunnderstaan...

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mardi, mars 11, 2003

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lundi, mars 10, 2003

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dimanche, mars 09, 2003

I AM COW

I AM COW


^{by The Arrogant Worms}

I am cow hear me moo
I weigh twice as much as you
And I look good on the barbecue
Yogurt, curd, cream cheese, and butter's
made from liquid from my udders
I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo!

I am cow, eating grass
methane gas comes out my ass
and out my muzzle when I belch
the ozone layer is thinner
from the outcome of my dinner
I am cow, I am cow, I've got gas

I am cow, here I stand
far and wide upon this land
and I am living everywhere
from B.C. to Newfoundland
You can squeeze my teats by hand
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow!

Where do these people COME from?!?

Libellés : music

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samedi, mars 08, 2003

One thesis draft. One chicken cutlet. One Her World. One Starbucks Mocha Frappachino. One Catch Me If You Can. One HAPPY BIRTHDAY VERONICA!!!. One dinner with Cheryl Koh. One That Ugly Cake in NYDC. One car ride with Cavin and Cheryl. Oh, and did I mention, one thesis draft?

Life is pretty damn good.

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jeudi, mars 06, 2003

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lundi, mars 03, 2003

Libellés : music

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samedi, mars 01, 2003

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