The importance of languages.

"Diversos són els homens i diverses les parles i han convingut molts noms a un sol amor."-Salvador Espriu.

Thursday, 27 December 2012

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

The Hurt Locker (2008)

 James comes around.
                     JAMES
          Hello, Sir.
                    COLONEL REED
              (to James, pointing)
          You the guy in the flaming car?
          Sergeant James?
                    JAMES
           Yes, sir.
                   COLONEL REED
           Well, that’s just hot shit. You’re
            a wild man, you know that?
 The Colonel spins his head around to an aside.
                   COLONEL REED
             He’s a wild man, you know that?
                 (back to James)
             Let me shake your hand.
                    JAMES
             Thank you, sir.
                    COLONEL REED
              How many bombs have you disarmed,
              Sergeant?
                    JAMES
               I’m not quite sure.
                   COLONEL REED
              Sergeant, I asked you a question.
                    JAMES
               Eight hundred and seventy three.
               Counting today, sir.
                    COLONEL REED
               Eight hundred and seventy three? That
               must be a record. So tell me,
               what’s the best way to go about
               disarming one of these things?
                     JAMES
                The way you don’t die, sir.
                     COLONEL REED
                 Good one. Spoken like a wild man.
                 That's good.

That’s good.

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

How to Live: A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer



The next few months will bring two books inspired by the life and work of a long-dead French essayist. The first is a straight biography: in How to Live: A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer (Other Press), Sarah Blackwell takes on the literary giant’s major question—How to live?—and answers it in 20 different ways based on his work.
Well educated and wealthy, Montaigne retired from society for a long period following the deaths of a daughter (one of six), his brother, his father and a close friend. It was then that he composed his essays in an attempt to understand himself and the world. The witty, intelligent writings had instant appeal and are full of quotable quotes that are still familiar today, such as the title of the second Montaigne biography, When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know that She Is Not Playing With Me? (Pantheon), coming in March.
Have you read Montaigne? Are you interested?

Sarah Bakewell introduces How to Live: A Life of Montaigne

 Listen to Sarah Bakewell as she discusses 'How To Live" 

Sarah Bakewell

 

 


Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Burt Bacharach and Hal David

Burt F. Bacharach (born May 12, 1928) is an American pianist, composer and music producer. He is known for his popular hit songs and compositions from the mid-1950s through the 1980s, with lyrics written by Hal David. Harold Lane "Hal" David (May 25, 1921 – September 1, 2012) was an American lyricist. He grew up in Brooklyn, New York City. He was best known for his collaborations with composer Burt Bacharach and his association with Dionne Warwick.

Friday, 7 September 2012

Thursday, 19 July 2012

Patrick Hernandez - Born to be alive


We were born to be alive
We were born to be alive
Born, born to be alive
(Won't you be alive)
You see you were born
Born, born
(Born to be alive)
People ask me why
I never find a place to stop
And settle down, down, down
But I never wanted all those things
People need to justify
Their lives, lives, lives
You see you were
Born, born, born to be alive
(Born to be alive)
You see you were
Born, born, born
(Born to be alive)
It's good to be alive
To be alive
To be alive
It's good to be alive
To be alive
To be alive
It's good to be alive
Time was on my side
When I was running down the street
It was so fine, fine, fine
A suitcase and an old guitar
And something new to occupy
My mind, mind, mind
You see you were born, born
Born to be alive
(Born to be alive)
You see you were born, born, born
(Born to be alive)

Sunday, 13 May 2012

David Hockney

Hockney, David (1937- ). British painter, draughtsman, printmaker, photographer, and designer. After a brilliant prize-winning career as a student at the Royal College of Art, Hockney had achieved international success by the time he was in his mid-20s, and has since consolidated his position as by far the best-known British artist of his generation. His phenomenal success has been based not only on the flair, wit, and versatility of his work, but also on his colorful personality, which has made him a recognizable figure even to people not particularly interested in art: a film about him entitled A Bigger Splash (1974) enjoyed considerable popularity in the commercial cinema.

Friday, 11 May 2012

Monday, 5 March 2012

EMELI SANDÉ - Heaven - Next To Me


Will you recognize me in those flashing lights?
I try to keep my heart clean, but I can’t get it right
Will you recognize me, when I’m lying on my back
Somethings gone inside me, and I can’t get it back

Chorus:
Oh heaven, oh heaven, I wake with good intentions,
But the day it always lasts too long
Then I’m gone!
Oh heaven, oh heaven, I wake with good intentions,
But the day it always lasts too long
Then I’m gone, then I’m gone, then I’m gone , then I'm gone
Then I’m gone, then I’m gone, then I’m gone , then I'm gone

Will you recognize me, when I’m stealing from the poor
You're not gonna like me, I’m nothing like before
Will you recognize me, when I lose another friend?
Will you learn to leave me, or give me one more try again

Chorus:
Oh heaven, oh heaven, I wake with good intentions,
But the day it always lasts too long
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Then I’m gone!
Oh heaven, oh heaven, I wake with good intentions,
But the day it always lasts too long
Then I’m gone, then I’m gone, then I’m gone , then I'm gone
Then I’m gone, then I'm gone, then I’m gone , then I'm gone

Oh heaven, oh heaven, I wake with good intentions,
Oh heaven, oh heaven, I wake with good intentions,
Oh heaven, oh heaven, I wake with good intentions,
You say that you’re away, I try but always break
cause the day always lasts too long
Then I’m gone, then I’m gone, then I’m gone , then I'm gone
Then I’m gone, then I’m gone, then I’m gone
Then I’m gone, then I’m gone, then I’m gone , then I'm gone
Then I’m gone, then I’m gone, then I’m gone , then I'm gone






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Sunday, 19 February 2012

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Liberals ROCK




They get people to "buy into" their insanity with propaganda, lies, and no
regulations to stop it. They demonize the party of the people, The Democrats, they demonize all Democratic Presidents (Read: Clinton & Obama), and they then get rich people to pay other rich people to convince the middle class to blame the poor....insanity is putting it mildly. On top of this, you have those that randomly blame the whole government.....as if it were a monster with it's own mind, rather than a group of people that they themselves voted into office!!! Some of these people are so blatantly lazy that it hurts them to look at and research a candidates record.

Friday, 20 January 2012

JOHN CONNOLLY: The Whisperers








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JOHN CONNOLLY: The Whisperers

A CHARLIE PARKER THRILLER


Stress damages the mind: that was what they didn't understand, the people back home, the ones who hadn't been there. Even the army didn't understand that, not until it was too late. Take a little R & G, they said. Hang out with the family. Make love to your girlfriend. Occupy yourself. Get a job, find a routine, embrace normality.

But he couldn't have done that, even if his legs didn't end halfway down his thighs, because stress is like a poison, a toxin working its way through the system, except that it affects only one vital organ: the brain.

(…) You became like the dregs, and it wasn't your fault, because you hadn't done anything wrong. You'd simply done your duty.

During the Civil War, they called it 'irritable heart.' For the soldiers of the Great War, it was 'shell shock,' and in World War II it was 'battle fatigue,' or 'war neurosis.' Then it became 'post-Vietnam syndrome,' and now it was PTSD. He sometimes wondered if the Romans had a word for it, and the Greeks. He had read the Iliad upon his return, part of his attempt to understand war through its literature, and believed that he saw in the grief of Achilles for his friend Patroclus, and in the rage that followed, something of his own grief for the comrades that he had lost, Damien most of all.

They left you this way. Your emotions are no longer under control. You become depressed, paranoid, removed from those who care about you. You believe that you are still at war. You fight your bedclothes at night. You become estranged from your loved ones, and they leave you.

Thursday, 19 January 2012