ALL THINGS THAT ARE, ARE OURS. BUT WE MUST CARE. FOR IF WE DO NOT CARE, WE DO NOT EXIST. IF WE DO NOT EXIST, THEN THERE IS NOTHING BUT BLIND OBLIVION. AND EVEN OBLIVION MUST END SOMEDAY. LORD, WILL YOU GRANT ME JUST A LITTLE TIME? FOR THE PROPER BALANCE OF THINGS. TO RETURN WHAT WAS GIVEN. FOR THE SAKE OF PRISONERS AND THE FLIGHT OF BIRDS.
Death took a step backwards.
It was impossible to read expression in Azrael’s features.
Death glanced sideways at the servants.
LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man
В браузере Vivaldi, духовном наследнике Opera, есть постоянно используемая мной функция Notes, позволяющая сохранять и держать под рукой всяческую информацию. В результате какого-то глюка, 120 раз продублировалась одна из моих заметок.
Cмотрелось это очень эффектно.
…”if you’re gonna write a song about this, then please don’t make it a sad song”
which was something a friend once said to me.
I didn’t think much about it when I wrote it but there is a feeling
on this album as if I was aware that every time I write a song, I have the power to decide if it’s going to be a happy memory or a sad memory.
If there is a way out or not.
it’s about these people and it’s like they’re sitting in a waiting room, waiting for life to start.
and then the nurse comes out and says “life will see you now”.
Here’s what I ended up writing about:
I wrote about being close to someone who’s seriously ill but not knowing exactly how close you are.
About fear of conflict and the first big fight in a relationship.
About a wedding I once played where I had to do some last minute counseling.
About choosing who you want to be with.
About a perfume that’s been haunting me for years and the memories attached to this perfume.
About the sadness of not being able to express love or being vulnerable with another man.
About a mormon missionary I once met.
About figuring out why we’re here on earth.
About the bridges we cross and how they burn behind us.
Latest Jens Lekman album is gorgeous.
His songwriting is up there with Jarvis Cocker and Alex Kapranos lyrics for me.
See for yourself:
story of how we met, the long version
Nothing became something.
Turned itself inside out.
Subatomic particles became atoms, became stars, became galaxies.
The earth’s crust became solidified.
The planets became perfectly aligned,
Jupiter blinked with its little red eye.
Oxygen replaced methane.
A party started in the ocean:
Trilobites and crustaceans,
A Cambrian explosion.
A conga line headed up on land
Out of the water and into the frying pan
A layer of iridium paved the way
For furry mammals with big, beautiful brains.
The Congo River divided the chimpanzees,
The peaceful bonobos from the ones like you and me.
As soon we stood up, picked an apple from a tree
Someone pointed a finger, said, “That apple belongs to me.”
And people fought and loved and died
And everywhere babies opened their eyes
And had their hearts broken, laughed, and cried,
Watched the planets slowly collide.
And one day I asked if I could borrow your bass guitar,
Not that I needed one…
But I didn’t know where to start.
One magic night in an empty backyard
You grabbed my arm and kissed me quick
Under a heaven full of stars.
And that’s the story of how we met.
The long version.
And you can call it fate or chance
But we made it happen,
We made it happen, we made it happen.
when more and more websites start to sell their (or not actually their) content,
when more torrent trackers are closed down or turned into “legal distribution networks”,
i would like to express my feelings on the matter (that’s what blogs are for, right?)
“Are you going to pay for that stuff?” he asked.
“No,” Ed said flatly. “Ed does not believe in capitalism.