A list of faulty new years resolutions
Posted Thursday, January 01, 2004 @ 10:07 AM
A LIST OF FAULTY NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS:
- Update more (hahahaahahaaaa...ha).
- Be a little less reasonable.
- Shut up.
- Make a little more effort in eliminating ambivalence on a variety of subjects: bad television, the internet, politics, music, etc. But continue avoidance of becoming an opinionated schmuck.
- Take the "-er" off and just write. Or....wait...just the "-r"?
- Spite the English language for being so incredibly dumb.
and um...
oh, a good one:
Say what I mean and mean what I say.
ta-dum.
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hey glynnis, your web site is awesome!
17 Jan 2004, 5:44 PM.
nooo shutting up!
I like hearing you talk. But yeah, shutting up should be one of my resolutions too.
love and stuff.
20 Jan 2004, 9:56 PM.
breathe keep
breathing
don't lose your nerve
05 Feb 2004, 11:01 PM.
The English language is actually a lot better than you think. For example, while in Japanese there are only a few different words for "happy," in English there are hundreds. Someone may not be merely happy, but overjoyed, ecstatic, or... yeah, get a thesaurus.
Just another debateable tidbit from the Chase-meister.
07 Feb 2004, 8:44 AM.
I was just thinking what a beautiful year 1971 was. Only a year before the Vietnam war ended, and the brilliant releases of Joni Mitchell's "Blue", Carole King's "Tapestry", and Neil Young's "After The Gold Rush". I was just playing a Neil Young song from that album, and thought about how much I'd want Glynnis to hear it. It's called "Birds", and stuns me with its poignancy and poetic and musical genius. Perhaps it will for you, too.
http://65.31.242.137/NeilYoung-Birds.mp3
18 Feb 2004, 7:27 PM.
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life,
Pours burning love on the delighted earth,
And when you lie down in the valley, you can smell
How the earth is nubile and very full-blooded ;
How its huge breast, heaved up by a soul,
Is, like God, made of love, and, like woman, of flesh,
And that it contains, big with sap and with sunlight,
The vast pullulation of all embryos !
And everything grows, and everything rises !
- O Venus, O Goddess !
I long for the days of antique youth,
Of lascivious satyrs, and animal fauns,
Gods who bit, mad with love, the bark of the boughs,
And among water-lilies kissed the Nymph with fair hair !
I long for the time when the sap of the world,
River water, the rose-coloured blood of green trees
Put into the veins of Pan a whole universe !
When the earth trembled, green,beneath his goat-feet ;
When, softly kissing the fair Syrinx, his lips formed
Under heaven the great hymn of love ;
When, standing on the plain, he heard round about him
Living Nature answer his call ;
When the silent trees cradling the singing bird,
Earth cradling mankind, and the whole blue Ocean,
And all living creatures loved, loved in God !
I long for the tile of great Cybele,
Who was said to travel, gigantically lovely,
In a great bronze chariot, through splendid cities ;
Her twin breasts poured, through the vast deeps,
The pure streams of infinite life.
Mankind sucked joyfully at her blessed nipple,
Like a small child playing on her knees.
- Because he was strong, Man was gentle and chaste.
Misfortune ! Now he says : I understand things,
And goes about with eyes shut and ears closed.
- And again, no more gods ! no more gods ! Man is King,
Man is God ! But the great faith is Love !
Oh ! if only man still drew sustenance from your nipple,
Great mother of gods and of men, Cybele ;
If only he had not forsaken immortal Astarte
Who long ago, rising in the tremendous brightness
Of blue waters, flower-flesh perfumed by the wave,
Showed her rosy navel, towards which the foam came snowing
And , being a goddess with the great conquering black eyes,
Made the nightingale sing in the woods and love in men's hearts !
28 Feb 2004, 8:29 PM.
a hypothetical limerick for you:
there once was a girl named glynnis,
who couldn't complete a full sentence.
the muse had deserted,
so glynnis converted,
and became a drinker of guinness.
01 Mar 2004, 6:03 PM.