Oh yeah... Blessed Beltane to all
May. 1st, 2009 12:39 amI remembered what the hell I wanted to post about....
Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Oak of the clay lived many a day o'er ever Aeneas began
Ash of the loam was a lady at home when Brut was an outlaw man,
And Thorn of the down saw new Troy town, from which was London born
Witness hereby the ancient try of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow
Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also
But when you have killed, and you bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn
Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Elm, she hates mankind, and waits till every gust be laid,
To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade,
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn,
He'll taketh no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, or he would call it a sin,
But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn
Now is the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Oak of the clay lived many a day o'er ever Aeneas began
Ash of the loam was a lady at home when Brut was an outlaw man,
And Thorn of the down saw new Troy town, from which was London born
Witness hereby the ancient try of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow
Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also
But when you have killed, and you bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn
Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Elm, she hates mankind, and waits till every gust be laid,
To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade,
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn,
He'll taketh no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, or he would call it a sin,
But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn
Now is the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs,
All on a midsummer's morn.
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Writer's Block: The Green Generation
Apr. 22nd, 2009 10:56 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps and all leather cow interior and brown baby seal eyes for headlights and I'm gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour, gettin' 1 mile per gallon, sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done sucking down those greeseball burgers I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why, because we've got the bombs, thats why.
Okay, not really, but it WAS the first thing that popped into my head in response to this question.
I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps and all leather cow interior and brown baby seal eyes for headlights and I'm gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour, gettin' 1 mile per gallon, sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done sucking down those greeseball burgers I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why, because we've got the bombs, thats why.
Okay, not really, but it WAS the first thing that popped into my head in response to this question.
Travel plans
Nov. 3rd, 2008 07:17 amDid Amtrak finally get its first government subsidy ever or something? They've revised their fares so that there are now peak and off-peak prices... and the off-peak prices made me go O_o and refresh the site a bunch of times in disbelief. If I go late in the evening or early in the morning, it is now cheaper to get from here to NY via Amtrak than it is via peter pan/Greysuck.
This is EXTREMELY FUCKING RELEVANT to my interests.
Anyway, I'm trying to put together some travel plans, as I need to be in Buffalo for the Turkey day itself (alls I'm saying is, there better be a working TV in Nuke's house and some coffee, and NOBODY best bother me between 9 and 12 cause I have to get my parade on - seriously, I get kinda Rain Man about it every year) and the day after, in Binghamton for
sundart's family gift exchange thing. (I figured since I'm already in that end of the state and it's sorta on the way back). This was starting to get tricky as there's only one train per day running out there from Springfield and depending on when I go to the web site it's either down to a few coach seats or completely sold out, so I was kinda freaking out about it until I decided I should simply take that week off and head down to the city the weekend before. Lots more trains to Buffalo from there. Cheaper too. O_O damn Amtrak. I think I heart you even more now that I can actually afford to take you places. Plus seriously? Considering I've been told in no uncertain terms that I cannot sit still for more than 2 hours when travelling, minimizing bus trips in favor of some conveyance with a snack car is quite preferable. (still have to take Greybitch to Binghamton from Buffalo tho, boo.)
This, I think works out. I have a bit of an anniversary to celebrate that weekend, anyway, then I'll get to hang with Dad for a couple of days and cook stuff for the cavalcade of relations. *sigh* I should at least see if I can get Raf's/my laptop looked at by the boys at work before then and hopefully the display problem I had in August is something minor cause all this running around requires a bit of connectivity... course there's probably still no Interbuttz at The House.
Also need to start planning for Giftmas... Halloween is over, the holiday train has officially left the station.




This is EXTREMELY FUCKING RELEVANT to my interests.
Anyway, I'm trying to put together some travel plans, as I need to be in Buffalo for the Turkey day itself (alls I'm saying is, there better be a working TV in Nuke's house and some coffee, and NOBODY best bother me between 9 and 12 cause I have to get my parade on - seriously, I get kinda Rain Man about it every year) and the day after, in Binghamton for
This, I think works out. I have a bit of an anniversary to celebrate that weekend, anyway, then I'll get to hang with Dad for a couple of days and cook stuff for the cavalcade of relations. *sigh* I should at least see if I can get Raf's/my laptop looked at by the boys at work before then and hopefully the display problem I had in August is something minor cause all this running around requires a bit of connectivity... course there's probably still no Interbuttz at The House.
Also need to start planning for Giftmas... Halloween is over, the holiday train has officially left the station.




It's been a while (or at least it feels like it has) since I made what they call a Real Post. Course I haven't really felt like Really Posting for a good long time, but as I noted a few days ago, it seems like my period of rectoskepsis (heh heh) is coming to an end. Which is nice... I've been feeling stuck in this weird emotional limbo since September, though I think it's been going on longer than that.
It's the holidays, which is both making me happy and sad... happy because the six year old in me unabashedly loves the season - the lights, the displays, yes I even love the carols, though I tend to only like one version of each traditional song and despise all the rest (with the exception of everything in the South Park holiday oevre). For example, my favorite version of "Silent Night" is the one done by the temptations, in all it's falsetto-abusing glory. I can't stand other versions of it. Likewise I despise covers of "Rockin Around the Christmas Tree" and "Jingle Bell Rock." But that's neither here nor there really.
We have a tree this year. It's sitting in the window of QT9 cheekily winking and blinking at the stodgy in comparison edifice of the church across the way. It makes me happy, even as it sparks debate about how terribly Christianist the holidays are, no matter what spin you put on them.
Still, I feel a bit lost this year, like something is missing, and things have been bugging me more than usual during this particular set of holidays. I finally realized why I don't like the actual Christmas Day anymore - we haven't had it at The House since Mom died and with the state of disaster Dad's left it in, we probably will never have it there again. It's childish, but I really enjoyed waking up in my own damn room and coming down to see the tree and the presents and waiting excitedly for everyone to get there, eat, and then open things. I also enjoyed and really missed having most of the family at the house on Christmas eve for the feverish spate of wrapping things and then the toast and glass of wine at the stroke of midnight. Bleh. I feel like Christmas - real Christmas - is buried in the basement in the tree box with the ornaments with two years worth of dust on it. The box that has all of Mom's childhood ornaments in it (not to mention mine!), and my favoite garish tinsel boas that have gone on the tree since before I was born. I mean, it's still nice going over to $SIBLING's house, but it doesn't feel right. :P And it's not gonna. Feels a bit like Mom took the magic with her when she went. *sigh*
There's other stuff contributing towards my ambivelence this year. It seems to be de rigeur to sneer at the season these days, to harp on the commercialism, the Christianism, the sheer waste and excess the season represents. Which is not entirely without merit - it does seem like the entire country goes batshit on the day after Thanksgiving. (These people are obviously not eating enough turkey if they're AWAKE enough to be storming Wal-Mart at six o'clock the next morning - not that I think there's any merit to the supposed effects of tryptophan.) It seems almost more acceptable to roll your eyes and groan if "Sleigh Ride" comes on $STORE's PA system, and knowing the words to it seems sort of shameful. And people do tend to go a little nuts with the presents, stressing over finding "perfect gifts" and beating up old ladies for the very last of this year's Tickle-Me-Elmos, and thus completely missing the whole peace-on-earth-goodwill-towards-man-shut-up-and-drink-your-eggnog-and-lookit-the-pretty-snow point.
The last straw for me was when I recieved a mass emailing in my gmail from a friend informing their recipients that instead of sending holiday cards out this year they were opting for one large (and IMO, very impersonal) mass emailing and a donation of 100 trees to be planted in a depleted forest in the caribbean, and then proceeded to list the statistics of how wasteful and harmful the process of creating greeting cards was to the planet and how wonderful they felt in coming up with this more sustainable option. *facepalm* Ever see that episode of South Park with the Toyota Priuses and the very special weather phenomenon that ensues? Yeah. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm all for reforestation, and I think the donation of trees is a wonderful idea. However, I also feel grinched out of enjoying any holiday cards I might receive this year not to mention that any thinking I might have done about sending out cards has been axed due to the very idea being tainted. *sigh* I'm all for saving the planet, but not if it means getting my holiday greetings via listserv and with a not-even-remotely festive PDF attachment to boot. Yeesh. How utterly joyless.
So yeah, this year I'm kinda torn over the holidays. I don't know how to feel about them, or celebrate them, or what have you, though I'm gaining a little hope since I and the amoeba are making the first forays into making our own holiday traditions, amid many discussions of what they are, what they mean, and other sundry stuff, discussion that have definitely caught my interest. I'm hoping that the five of us can start having more discussions like that.
Actually we're due to on Thursday, as we are having a "House Meeting" (smithies best be rolling their eyes) to discuss a change in living space and work out whether it is possible to get the entire band of superheroes in one collective space. I also hope to begin the process of dealing with the making sure all of our asses are covered legally in all departments in case something happens to any of us ($UNIVERSAL_FORCE forbid), if our numbers increase (which may happen a year or so from now - Sunny and I have been discussing it), or if the project that morlock and I have been quietly brainstorming on for the past couple of months takes off. I'm kind of terribly excited by all of this actually. I think I'm finally ready to start on the grown-up stuff, and it's going to be fun and challenging making it all happen.
And if by this time next year we're in a house (rented or whatever elsewise), you know that shit's getting uberpimped for Christmas. I'm totally going to be one of those crazy people that wants their house seen from outer space, though I draw the line at creepy inflatable animatronic snowmen. Those are just scary.
Who knows, maybe some day we'll even have the solar panels installed to sustainably power the pimpage too.
It's the holidays, which is both making me happy and sad... happy because the six year old in me unabashedly loves the season - the lights, the displays, yes I even love the carols, though I tend to only like one version of each traditional song and despise all the rest (with the exception of everything in the South Park holiday oevre). For example, my favorite version of "Silent Night" is the one done by the temptations, in all it's falsetto-abusing glory. I can't stand other versions of it. Likewise I despise covers of "Rockin Around the Christmas Tree" and "Jingle Bell Rock." But that's neither here nor there really.
We have a tree this year. It's sitting in the window of QT9 cheekily winking and blinking at the stodgy in comparison edifice of the church across the way. It makes me happy, even as it sparks debate about how terribly Christianist the holidays are, no matter what spin you put on them.
Still, I feel a bit lost this year, like something is missing, and things have been bugging me more than usual during this particular set of holidays. I finally realized why I don't like the actual Christmas Day anymore - we haven't had it at The House since Mom died and with the state of disaster Dad's left it in, we probably will never have it there again. It's childish, but I really enjoyed waking up in my own damn room and coming down to see the tree and the presents and waiting excitedly for everyone to get there, eat, and then open things. I also enjoyed and really missed having most of the family at the house on Christmas eve for the feverish spate of wrapping things and then the toast and glass of wine at the stroke of midnight. Bleh. I feel like Christmas - real Christmas - is buried in the basement in the tree box with the ornaments with two years worth of dust on it. The box that has all of Mom's childhood ornaments in it (not to mention mine!), and my favoite garish tinsel boas that have gone on the tree since before I was born. I mean, it's still nice going over to $SIBLING's house, but it doesn't feel right. :P And it's not gonna. Feels a bit like Mom took the magic with her when she went. *sigh*
There's other stuff contributing towards my ambivelence this year. It seems to be de rigeur to sneer at the season these days, to harp on the commercialism, the Christianism, the sheer waste and excess the season represents. Which is not entirely without merit - it does seem like the entire country goes batshit on the day after Thanksgiving. (These people are obviously not eating enough turkey if they're AWAKE enough to be storming Wal-Mart at six o'clock the next morning - not that I think there's any merit to the supposed effects of tryptophan.) It seems almost more acceptable to roll your eyes and groan if "Sleigh Ride" comes on $STORE's PA system, and knowing the words to it seems sort of shameful. And people do tend to go a little nuts with the presents, stressing over finding "perfect gifts" and beating up old ladies for the very last of this year's Tickle-Me-Elmos, and thus completely missing the whole peace-on-earth-goodwill-towards-man-shut-up-and-drink-your-eggnog-and-lookit-the-pretty-snow point.
The last straw for me was when I recieved a mass emailing in my gmail from a friend informing their recipients that instead of sending holiday cards out this year they were opting for one large (and IMO, very impersonal) mass emailing and a donation of 100 trees to be planted in a depleted forest in the caribbean, and then proceeded to list the statistics of how wasteful and harmful the process of creating greeting cards was to the planet and how wonderful they felt in coming up with this more sustainable option. *facepalm* Ever see that episode of South Park with the Toyota Priuses and the very special weather phenomenon that ensues? Yeah. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm all for reforestation, and I think the donation of trees is a wonderful idea. However, I also feel grinched out of enjoying any holiday cards I might receive this year not to mention that any thinking I might have done about sending out cards has been axed due to the very idea being tainted. *sigh* I'm all for saving the planet, but not if it means getting my holiday greetings via listserv and with a not-even-remotely festive PDF attachment to boot. Yeesh. How utterly joyless.
So yeah, this year I'm kinda torn over the holidays. I don't know how to feel about them, or celebrate them, or what have you, though I'm gaining a little hope since I and the amoeba are making the first forays into making our own holiday traditions, amid many discussions of what they are, what they mean, and other sundry stuff, discussion that have definitely caught my interest. I'm hoping that the five of us can start having more discussions like that.
Actually we're due to on Thursday, as we are having a "House Meeting" (smithies best be rolling their eyes) to discuss a change in living space and work out whether it is possible to get the entire band of superheroes in one collective space. I also hope to begin the process of dealing with the making sure all of our asses are covered legally in all departments in case something happens to any of us ($UNIVERSAL_FORCE forbid), if our numbers increase (which may happen a year or so from now - Sunny and I have been discussing it), or if the project that morlock and I have been quietly brainstorming on for the past couple of months takes off. I'm kind of terribly excited by all of this actually. I think I'm finally ready to start on the grown-up stuff, and it's going to be fun and challenging making it all happen.
And if by this time next year we're in a house (rented or whatever elsewise), you know that shit's getting uberpimped for Christmas. I'm totally going to be one of those crazy people that wants their house seen from outer space, though I draw the line at creepy inflatable animatronic snowmen. Those are just scary.
Who knows, maybe some day we'll even have the solar panels installed to sustainably power the pimpage too.
Christmas Carols
Dec. 17th, 2005 12:17 pmIf the world was mine and everything was up to me, I'd head a special committee on Christmas carols. See, I actually like carols and songs. A lot. What I don't like is that every single no talent hack and off key slash insists on having a christmas album in which they butcher said songs to hell.
Classic carols I really can't do much about, as they're public domain (though I hold that the best execution of "Silent Night" was done by the Temptations). But there are several Christmas songs out that I feel really should only be played as sung by their original artists. For example, nobody, and I mean no one is allowed to sing "The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on my Open Ass) except for Nat King Cole. Doing so, or playing any other version, should be punishable by having said roasted chestnuts crushed and glued to sensitive bits of the offender's anatomy with honey and being left out naked as a holiday treat for the squirrels. Same for "Have yourself a merry little Christmas," "White Christmas" "Rocking around the Christmas Tree" "Do they Know it's Christmas?" and a few other classics that should never have been covered ONCE let alone by EVERYONE. There is nothing wrong with the Judy Garland, Bing Crosby and I don't remember who else sings the rest's versions, people! Damn.
In the same vein, "Sleigh Ride" should never have lyrics. Ever. And it should always be played by the Boston Pops, unless it's the Super Mario World remixed version, which admittedly is pretty fucking funny. And anything done by the South Park people is automatically permissible, though isn't going to get airplay in Marshall's.
That was all, really. I'm just tired of the endless parade of listening to horrible renditions of songs I actually really like every single year. I'm probably being more draconian than I really mean to be in this entry, but sheesh. Lite jazz minimalist versions of "Sleigh Ride?" *headcomputer* The apocalypse is coming and Santa's one of the horsemen.
Classic carols I really can't do much about, as they're public domain (though I hold that the best execution of "Silent Night" was done by the Temptations). But there are several Christmas songs out that I feel really should only be played as sung by their original artists. For example, nobody, and I mean no one is allowed to sing "The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on my Open Ass) except for Nat King Cole. Doing so, or playing any other version, should be punishable by having said roasted chestnuts crushed and glued to sensitive bits of the offender's anatomy with honey and being left out naked as a holiday treat for the squirrels. Same for "Have yourself a merry little Christmas," "White Christmas" "Rocking around the Christmas Tree" "Do they Know it's Christmas?" and a few other classics that should never have been covered ONCE let alone by EVERYONE. There is nothing wrong with the Judy Garland, Bing Crosby and I don't remember who else sings the rest's versions, people! Damn.
In the same vein, "Sleigh Ride" should never have lyrics. Ever. And it should always be played by the Boston Pops, unless it's the Super Mario World remixed version, which admittedly is pretty fucking funny. And anything done by the South Park people is automatically permissible, though isn't going to get airplay in Marshall's.
That was all, really. I'm just tired of the endless parade of listening to horrible renditions of songs I actually really like every single year. I'm probably being more draconian than I really mean to be in this entry, but sheesh. Lite jazz minimalist versions of "Sleigh Ride?" *headcomputer* The apocalypse is coming and Santa's one of the horsemen.