So much love, so much love in life…
This video would be better if I weren’t such a shrieker.
Remind me why I signed up for the 10 am thursday tour? Did I not realize that thursday morning comes after wednesday night? Well, it didn’t start off well to-day when I pointed at my tour and called them “you people.” I am so retarded sometimes. Don’t tell.
The pointing thing has to go. I’ve got to work harder on that.
I’m frustrated cos I can’t find the article corresponding to the story I heard on the bbc world service podcast to-day, but it was hilarious. Apparently, the Russian army has decided to change their uniforms, but in the process, they’ve realized that a lot of their top-ranking officers are obscenely overweight. Now they’re putting them all on a diet!
Oh, well, if I lived in Russia, I’d be fat, too. It’s cold there! Speaking of fat (but don’t expect too close a connection), another funny thing is Danny Kaye.
I’m behind on the news. I have four editions of the BBC World Service podcast piled up in itunes after a hectic week. But I am so bored of the olympic torch stories. Which is interesting, because I never seem to get bored of the news from Zimbabwe.
And upon further consideration, I do take some interest in the ideas behind the events surrounding the torch relay. It is fascinating that something that really is no more than a symbol can mean so much to people on both sides of the question. And even those people who feel that the protesters are wrong–that they are, in confusion, attacking the symbol of the olympic games, conceived to promote peaceful relations, and not China–must admit that it’s impressive what an object like that can stir up.
Please see: the bbc radio podcasts
This didn’t get finished, so now it’s only good for this:
When everything is quite thawed, and now warm enough that the scents of plants rise in the air, then comes expectation, floating joys that quiver only before reality. Then I can feel the shapes of old imaginings rise under my ribs–almost all spheres, expanding in all directions at once. The only thing that’s real is my blood, but the entire world lives behind my eyes, only nobler and more succinct.
So it’s April. And I just really can’t wait for May.
Nevermind. Silly me. I don’t even like blogger very much! Now if only I can find my ftp infos somewhere…
Very good; carry on.
