Had a nice evening yesterday, meeting Soapy for pho in Ballard on the eve of his new gig. After dinner, we braved the wilds of the east side so Otis could get some supplies for her art workshop this weekend. It actually wasn't too bad, even though we had to follow our noses to the particular store: traffic, both vehicular and consumer, was only moderately heavy.
Today was low key. Otis had a couple of appointments; I stayed home, but real quiet-like, working on the second chunk of my last stack of assessing (got it done, too). We had a visit from NatDog in the afternoon, made a trip to Bartell's, and watched The Tao of Steve after dinner (it wasn't as good as I had hoped it would be).
Miscellany:
Oooh - I forgot to mention: On Sunday, I had a nice long video-Skype-call with Sachet! It was really cool to see her snuggled on her couch in Montreal while we caught up on news and stuff - we talked for almost an hour! She has a lot going on, for a bookworm doctoral candidate living like a churchmouse. I imagine she is in Paree by now - bon chance!
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Speaking of Paris, someone among our linguistically-inclined number can surely translate this cool song from this cool movie:
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T'other day, we didn't go to pho for lunch, partially because a pal of Johnbai's told us that the Cap Hill Than Bros had had some health department problems. Well, here's the tale o' the tape, as it were. Brrrr.
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This is what you get if you ask Google to translate the lyrics:
For me it is time for sperm to the dustbin
My heart and wood for good,
The crane set sparks
What I have given my resignation.
Go birds of my body,
Close your passion for beautiful faces
Accidents love with shovel
Do not always given me reason
Chorus:
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Oh, be quiet my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Moi j'connais only one who races
I manufactures a heart of stone
To become a big boy
He would be proud of you
And could keep a home
But a beautiful day like this you leve
With an idea to con
Digging up memories and dreams
In the trash to passion
Chorus:
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Oh, be quiet my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Moi j'connais only one who races
I crack
In my shoes
It moves on to
My heart of stone
Who makes me earthquakes
Shut my heart
Shut my heart, my heart is yourself
I thought you t'été killed and
Do not you remember
Indeed it is not worth
To break as Ca
You will still make him afraid
Oh my heart be quiet, be quiet my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Monitoring me. _ I do not recognize you
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Monitoring me. _ I do not recognize you
Oh, be quiet my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Shut my heart. _ I do not recognize you
Oh, be quiet my heart. _ I do not recognize you, I do not recognize you
I think you may have misunderstood the intention of my request...
Oooh, I love the bird part!
"Go birds of my body,
Close your passion for beautiful faces
Accidents love with shovel
Do not always given me reason"
Birds of my body. Very cool.
Otis
This all sounds like my "Spam" poetry.
WV=afzziahs
The sound of a suppressed sneeze.
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