It's been a while, and the internet just seems to be growing.
Zach started his own blog, good for him, and interesting
reading for me!
In my struggle to fight the boredom, I started twittering!
Have a look if you wish. It's even less formal than these
posts, and more frequent.
I've been thinking about what lyrics to include in
this post. I decided to go for Cage’s 4’33”:
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This 4 minute 33 second piece of silence is both a pleasure
and an awful experience. Of course the time between each
movement is used by the audience to make all kind of
disturbing noises, such as coughing, which totally ruins the
experience. It also annoys me how most people probably
do not understand the greatness of this piece (I'm willing
to say that it is a bit over my head), but are only interested
in the phenomena. In either case, it's an interesting experiment.
Tomorrow is Friday and I just hope it'll be awesome,
I need something to happen!
Finally, since I'm such an awful friend (hey, at least I admit it),
I almost forgot: Happy birthday Zach Choy :)
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Time machine
Seems my life cannot get much better.
With the last two days having been awesome
I just wanna return, over and over again.
My current favorite is Time by Pink Floyd
Don't waste your time, it's limited.
And all those days and minutes,
those are the great thing called life.
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
With the last two days having been awesome
I just wanna return, over and over again.
My current favorite is Time by Pink Floyd
Don't waste your time, it's limited.
And all those days and minutes,
those are the great thing called life.
----
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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