Keep Me Going Strong.
NFDC Happenings From Tumblra day in the death of joe egg is in previews at the american airlines theatre in new york city. it stars eddie izzard - sans makeup and monkeys. i will be seeing it saturday night.
not a bad way to celebrate a birthday, eh?
where else could you find a treasure like this:
i say again, huzzah!
discovered this morning via an email thread about impeachment: the protest drawings of kim holleman
another, another and another
eloquent. simple. and powerful without taking you by the collar and shouting.
i said i might do it. so i did it. ladies & gentlemen, see what you can do with…
it works just like metafilter - mostly - only for music. so try it out, behave yourself and see what new ideas you can share.
have you visited bookfilter yet? it is young. it could stand a little positive growing, but i see a lot of potential for the little site. it almost makes me want to create something similar… musicfilter, perhaps?
(yeah, i noticed that some plundering squatter of a company has already grabbed the url… grrr.
sure, there were some lovely frocks on the oscar-ing lasses, but leave it to the mighty sean connery to break out the reformation era ruffles and cuffs. and the best thing about it? you know that’s not a rental. the man probably wears that around the house, or out in the lawn when he’s gardening or shooting spies in the hedge. huzzah!
when you get tired of the talking heads on cnn or foxnews or msnbc, take a glance at the agonist. sean-paul kelley has taken on the herculean task of centrally assembling all of the loose threads of invasion/liberation information, and he is doing it live, postly as quickly as he can, taking half hour breaks when he must. most importantly, he is doing this not from the haughty stance of a hawk or the pleading stance of a dove, but simply from his own very human point-of-view.
today is the first day of spring. the weather outside my office window is perfect. i would recommend an afternoon of outdoor frolicking to anyone in the atlanta area that can afford to skip out of work. i will not be among you, but i will be wishing that i was. instead, i will be sitting in two hours of training. if reality were mine to bend, i would imagine into being a steep hill to ascend and one of these to ride it back down.
woohoo….
october 25, 1415. st. crispin’s day. king henry v leads his soldiers in the battle of agincourt. two-hundred years later, william shakespeare puts pen to paper and imagines the young king, inspiring his men that morning.
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here…
march 19, 2003. st. joseph’s day. lt col tim collins speaks to the 1st battalion of the royal irish at fort blair mayne, 20 miles from the iraqi border.
“We are entering Iraq to free a people and the only flag which will be flown in that ancient land is their own. Show respect for them… Iraq is steeped in history. It is the site of the Garden of Eden, of the Great Flood and the birthplace of Abraham. Tread lightly there. You will see things that no man could pay to see and you will have to go a long way to find a more decent, generous and upright people than the Iraqis. You will be embarrassed by their hospitality even though they have nothing…”
in an age of four-minute late-night speeches that ring empty when attempting profundity, i find the simple eloquence of this single officer moving and oddly reassuring, even in these unsettling days. of course, not everyone will agree with me, but the entire speech is certainly worth a read.
