Ahh...the cause of and solution to all life's problems. Let me chime in agreement about all the beers produced by Ommegang, with a particular recommendation for their Rare Vos (which cellars very well). As relocation to Germany looms into view, is it completely perverse that one of the things I will truly miss is US microbrewed beer? Apart from altbier, I may have to start brewing my own dry-hopped ale to get my fix. Helles is great on a hot summer day, but it's definitely not the be-all and the end-all.
One of the better typos I've ever had the pleasure of encountering was in a playbill featuring a local high school production of The Wound of Music.
I don't know why, but it conjures an image of Julie Andrews tripping over a stray shoelace, her face an image of terror as she begins to roll down the side of an Alp.
Iron Man? Two chrome-plated thumbs up. WALL-E? Mere digits won't do justice. I'm excited to dip my toe into the wild untamed waters of a Making Light open thread (the courage granted by the fact that I can't possibly go off topic is diminished by the fact that I know that there are astonishing experts in every field who will swoop down on my stupidity like a kestrel nabbing a hapless rodent.) Nevertheless, eventually, when one delurks, plunge one must.
I'm doing a straw poll of advice from fans (and or slans, or even flans) on the expat experience. I've been offered a plum of a job opportunity...in Munich. Sounds cool, but what about the books? The movies? The fan community? Advice and help from anglophones living in old Yurp would be massively appreciated...Vielen dank!
And in the spirit of semi-on-topic-ness, I wanna be there when they switch on the LHC. Worth being around if the universe ceases to exist...I can say:
"I -
#73 - Vielen dank! Actually, I should say that on the topic of addictive drugs, our hosts have a lot to answer for. That's right, I am an addict. I thought I had things under control. My vision was clear. I could focus on today. My shelves had stopped creaking with the alarming squeak of wood that knows when its had enough. And then, and then...it was a little thing. The smallest of emails. "Would I be interested in free e-books?" I shuddered. No, no, a thousand times no! But the devil in my right ear whispered, "the shelves wont mind a few hundred kilobytes or so...go on...you've earned it." A few days later, in my inbox arrives Spin...
Now here I am, a gibbering wreck. My wife looks at me in despair as I mutter "Half a Crown...I can't wait twelve weeks for Half a Crown!" I used to have control. I used to have a firm grip on today. Now my vision is clearer than ever, and the past and future stretch out infinitely.
And now...I simply can't get as worked up as I'm told I should be about whether Michelle Obama wears sleeveless dresses.
#69 - I must remember to look into that remedial Hungarian course...
...or better still, pop over to BBC3 and listen to the superb Paul Lewis play Ligeti's Musica Ricercata!
Isn't it always the way that right after one posts one's (filthy) prosody, it occurs to one that "Ligeti" rhymes perfectly with "Spaghetti".
And if you dig Edward Gorey, check out Tom Gauld.
Feeling in a dreadful fashion?
Why not try St. Matthew's Passion.
Breaking out in dreadful hives?
You're in need of Charles Ives.
Stuck in several bad positions?
You need Music for 18 Musicians.
Are your insides feeling gnawed?
Have a little Scheherazade.
Had an accident with the mascara?
Quickly! Put on some Rautavaara!
Left the door-key in the lock?
The only recourse is a little Bartók.
re.: #25 - The history of Morphine (the opiate rather than the band, although that does slide on-topic rather neatly,) and public attitudes towards widespread drug-use in the west were really more transformed by an epoch: The Great Binge. In 1879, Cocaine was marketed by Merck as a treatment for Morphine addiction. It's major competitor drug sold by Bayer? Heroin. Add to this the effect of the Great War in producing many thousands of new chronic-pain sufferers, and well...
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Myself at #13: Profundity can be found in the most anywhere.
This is what a 7-week old daughter does to your language skills. The sentences "Profundity can be found in the most unusual places." and "Profundity can be found almost anywhere." were fused together as the result of a terrible teleporter accident, resulting in a hybrid that should be put out of its misery.
(Preferably with a massive orchestral tutti courtesy of Howard Shore.)
(re-relurk!)
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#7: I don't disapprove of recreational drug use. I don't approve of it, either. I simply don't care about it. I don't think it's that important one way or the other. Taking salvia sounds as interesting, as appealing, and as profound as watching a 2 hour season opener for Battlestar Galactica. No more, no less.
But it's true, I admit; I find something genuinely funny, as in funny haha, about middle-class white guys claiming deep spiritual insight from their hobby. I like building model rockets and it's thrilling to watch them take off. But I don't get all woo woo about it.
Now that's what I call a high-quality paper tiger. Naked contempt wrapped in a glib coating of "just kidding!" Profundity can be found in the most anywhere - in the orchestra hall, in the cinema, on a sunny day at a lake, even on the couch watching a DVD. (such as The Passion of Joan of Arc featuring Visions of Light.)
(relurk!)
I'd advise against putting too much stock in anything that Richard Dawkins writes about the subject of theology. Like Christopher Hitchens, he's a clever and seductive rhetorical cheater who might convince you that Everyone with any religious faith is a frothing fundamentalist
[delurking again, possibly permanently]
There's something simultaneously wonderful and horrid about the fact that he's far more concerned about being involved in a gay sex scandal than appearing to be an irreducibly racist knucklehead.
Then again, I went to school in a commonwealth where we had more crackers than the Saltines factory. I knew guys who thought you could catch AIDS off a dirty toilet and that homosexuality was spread like influenza.
If Alberto Gonzales can keep his job, I'm not sure why this guy won't.
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193: "(And, by the bye, who's 'Frango'?)"
He succeeded Isaac Newton as master of the mint.
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