A happy birthday shout out to the amazing ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
paidiraiompair !!!!
Here's to a year of fantastic, covered in awesome sauce!
paidiraiompair !!!!Here's to a year of fantastic, covered in awesome sauce!
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Ita porro insolitus iter itineris persevero.
There is life before coffee...it just ain't pretty.
24 December 2009 @ 05:00 pm
A blessed Yuletide season. Hit it Brad!
Current Location: The Hills
Current Mood: 
recumbent
recumbentCurrent Music: Crash Test Dummies - The First Noel
23 September 2009 @ 09:33 am
It seems that LJ ate a post yesterday...so...
I'd like to wishheofmanynames a (now belated...grrr...)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hope the coming year is filled love and joy, you deserve it my brother!
I'd like to wish
heofmanynames a (now belated...grrr...)HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hope the coming year is filled love and joy, you deserve it my brother!
21 September 2009 @ 07:40 pm
How high's the water, mama?
Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Two feet high and risin'
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat
That's the only thing we got left that'll float
It's already over all the wheat and the oats,
Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama?
Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Three feet high and risin'
Well, the hives are gone,
I've lost my bees
The chickens are sleepin'
In the willow trees
Cow's in water up past her knees,
Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama?
Four feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Four feet high and risin'
Hey, come look through the window pane,
The bus is comin', gonna take us to the train
Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain,
4 feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama?
Five feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Five feet high and risin'
Well, the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta head for higher ground
We can't come back till the water comes down,
Five feet high and risin'
Well, it's five feet high and risin'
Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Two feet high and risin'
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat
That's the only thing we got left that'll float
It's already over all the wheat and the oats,
Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama?
Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Three feet high and risin'
Well, the hives are gone,
I've lost my bees
The chickens are sleepin'
In the willow trees
Cow's in water up past her knees,
Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama?
Four feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Four feet high and risin'
Hey, come look through the window pane,
The bus is comin', gonna take us to the train
Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain,
4 feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama?
Five feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Five feet high and risin'
Well, the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta head for higher ground
We can't come back till the water comes down,
Five feet high and risin'
Well, it's five feet high and risin'
Current Location: High ground
Current Mood: grateful
grateful08 September 2009 @ 06:28 pm
To my beloved bheansidhe you are a light in my life and
a joy to my soul!
bheansidhe you are a light in my life anda joy to my soul!
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: 
tired
tired03 September 2009 @ 11:00 am
About damn time! Go. Watch. And you know where I'll be come October 30!
Current Location: Over the moon!
Current Mood: excited
excited29 August 2009 @ 10:08 pm
"We are stardust, we are golden,
We are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden."
We are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden."
21 August 2009 @ 06:12 pm
Oh yes wants THIS we do! I've officially moved this to the top
of the "when I win the lottery" toy list! Water Quidditch anyone?
Wow!
of the "when I win the lottery" toy list! Water Quidditch anyone?
Wow!
Current Location: The ethers
Current Mood: 
naughty
naughty29 July 2009 @ 02:01 pm
And the happiest of solar returns to 'da poker master hiz self
mysticmead !
mysticmead !Current Location: Out of body, back in 5
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Rodney Crowell - Preachin' to the Choir
02 March 2009 @ 02:50 pm
I grew up listening to him, he was a bit conservative sometimes but, he is the real deal and I will miss his voice and his thoughts. I hope each of you takes the time to listen to this clip, one of my favorites, he hits the nail on the head!
Thank you Paul, for the rest of the story!
Good day.
Thank you Paul, for the rest of the story!
Good day.
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: 
sad
sadCurrent Music: Chopin - Scherzo No. 3 in C sharp minor, Op. 39
26 January 2009 @ 05:15 pm
A happiest of birthdays to paidiraiompair !!!
May you be blessed with love and prosperity in the coming year!
paidiraiompair !!!May you be blessed with love and prosperity in the coming year!
Current Mood: 
contemplative
contemplative08 January 2009 @ 08:57 pm
First, watch this rather nostalgic clip:
Then, take a peek at this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aluminium_
Then this:
http://www.surmet.com/alon.html
Well hot diggety-dog!
And can Niven's idea of impact armor be far off?
http://www.technovelgy.com/ct/Science-F
Then, take a peek at this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aluminium_
Then this:
http://www.surmet.com/alon.html
Well hot diggety-dog!
And can Niven's idea of impact armor be far off?
http://www.technovelgy.com/ct/Science-F
26 December 2008 @ 10:04 am
Eartha Kitt passed away on Christmas day, aside from being my favorite
Catwoman, I always admired her forthright nature and willingness to speak
her mind even when she knew it might mean trouble (as Lady Bird Johnson found out).
Here's a reminder of what we've lost.
Catwoman, I always admired her forthright nature and willingness to speak
her mind even when she knew it might mean trouble (as Lady Bird Johnson found out).
Here's a reminder of what we've lost.
Current Location: Etheric transfer conduit #13
Current Mood: mellow
mellowCurrent Music: The Long Black Veil - The Chieftans
22 September 2008 @ 10:53 am
Again, huzzah! The happiest of birthdays to heofmanynames! May the coming year be filled with health and prosperity!
heofmanynames! May the coming year be filled with health and prosperity!Current Location: Da' Bee
Current Mood: 
bouncy
bouncy10 June 2008 @ 08:46 pm
In a weird head-space, missing The Girlfiend something fierce, tired as all hell...I came across
one of my favorite poems the other day that correlates to my mood. Just can't
beat W.B. Yeats for those weird vibe kinda days.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Not so much for content but more for mood. Until
next time dears.
Edit for correct word. Reel instead of wind
one of my favorite poems the other day that correlates to my mood. Just can't
beat W.B. Yeats for those weird vibe kinda days.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Not so much for content but more for mood. Until
next time dears.
Edit for correct word. Reel instead of wind
Current Location: Here...no, really, right here.
Current Mood: 
moody
moodyCurrent Music: Bach - Cello Suite No. 1 in G major, BWV 1007
18 May 2008 @ 04:21 pm
And a happiest of birthdays to one of my favorite mutha'fuckas ranmasal !!
ranmasal !!Current Location: The apple capitol of Georgia
Current Mood: exhausted
exhaustedCurrent Music: Rain on the roof
17 May 2008 @ 10:11 am
A big happy birthday shout out to Nightfall !!
Here's hoping the next year brings happiness and prosperity!
Here's hoping the next year brings happiness and prosperity!
13 May 2008 @ 01:03 pm
In the future, when I order braised lamb shanks served with mashed potatoes and a wild mushroom ragout, please note the following:
1. Braised means slow-cooked in liquid, NOT boiled mercilessly into a tasteless gelatinous mass.
2. Do not try to pass mutton off as lamb, I know the difference. That piece of meat was older than your grandma!
3. Lightly pureed library paste does NOT make an acceptable substitute for mashed potatoes.
4. I do not consider dried and reconstituted shitake mushrooms to be "wild", nor the insipid brown ichor served therewith to be a "ragout".
Thank you for your attention
Moi
1. Braised means slow-cooked in liquid, NOT boiled mercilessly into a tasteless gelatinous mass.
2. Do not try to pass mutton off as lamb, I know the difference. That piece of meat was older than your grandma!
3. Lightly pureed library paste does NOT make an acceptable substitute for mashed potatoes.
4. I do not consider dried and reconstituted shitake mushrooms to be "wild", nor the insipid brown ichor served therewith to be a "ragout".
Thank you for your attention
Moi
nauseated02 April 2008 @ 09:56 am
And its first post time. I've had this sitting around for a while, it is a bit mushy but it speaks to me.
The Invitation
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Well?