Thursday, July 31, 2008
Supplement: After last night's (chemically engineered) torrential downpour, the air was - to some extent - 'washed clean': today was one of the best days we've had in quite a while. Unfortunately, the clammy humidity that inevitably follows a heavy rainfall in the summer meant that dust and smog were pretty soon building up again. And even in the early morning, when things were about as tickety-boo as they're ever likely to get here....... well, I don't believe for one moment that the API was down to the low 40s level that was being officially claimed all day long. When I went out after lunch, the air was starting to get pretty caustic again. In addition to being a "No Fun" Olympics and a "Mafan" Olympics, this is, of course, going to be a "Lying Their Arses Off" Olympics.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
1) Nothing is ever 100% secure.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Love Without Hope
Love without hope, as when the young birdcatcher
Swept off his tall hat to the squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head as she rode by.
Robert Graves (1895-1985)
Friday, July 25, 2008
My buddy (and, currently, only regular commenter), The British Cowboy, initially missed the joke, bless him.
My favourite music bar, 2 Kolegas, has started stocking 'Tibet' beer.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I know, such things are easily overlooked amid the morass of other stuff I've posted, so I thought I would highlight it again.
My friend The British Cowboy refers me to a website called KissThisGuy, which specialises in recording amusingly misheard lyrics. So..... you can go there to find some inspiration, if you like; but really, I'd far rather you shared your own experiences with me.
However, I thought this might help to get your ideas kick-started - a brilliant analysis of the lyrics to Christina Aguilera's "Ain't No Other Man" (thanks to my blog-buddy 'Tolstoy' for finding this gem!), created by Annie Varner.
Don't feel you have to top this. But do please share your own favourite Misheard Lyrics with me here.
Still, it's nice to know that they're really not just having a go at us foreigners the whole time. As I observed in one of my weekly bon mots some time ago: "We'd be a lot less worried what other people think about us if we realised how seldom they did."
Why not?! Does there always have to be a reason?
Well, OK, this image of the lunar surface is filed as Frame 1111 in the Lunar Orbiter Photo Gallery of the Lunar and Planetary Institute (a division of the Universities Space Research Association).
So, perhaps there is always a reason........
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Quaeris, quot mihi basiationes
tuae, Lesbia, sint satis superque.
quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae
lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis
oraclum Iovis inter aestuosi
et Batti veteris sacrum sepulcrum;
aut, quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox,
furtivos hominum vident amores;
tam te basia multa basiare
vesano satis et super Catullo est,
quae nec pernumerare curiosi
possint nec mala fascinare lingua.
Gaius Valerius Catullus (ca. 84-54 BCE)
You ask me how many times
Will be enough to sate or surfeit me?
As many as the grains of sand
On the North African shore,
Or as many as the stars
That look down on the furtive trysts
Of lovers in the silence of the night.
Only so many
Can sate or surfeit your crazed Catullus:
A number so great
That no snoops can count it,
And no ill-wishing gossip
Can jinx us by repeating it.
The cab driver was chomping (on some kind of nut, I think) - open-mouthed, hugely NOISILY (I didn't dare to look, but it sounded as if slobber would be cascading over the chin).
Saturday, July 12, 2008
I've posted the link to this before, but some of you are just too lazy to follow links. So, here's the video embedded. Bowie's Life on Mars. Awesome.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
And yes, I'm still waiting for my t-shirt, MR.