Here is the choir of King’s College, Cambridge: Hallelujah. And in 1994: I have had a few coding problems in WordPress today; this post on discoveries and victories has changed several times. Highlights are: • I am running Ubuntu Linux 11.04 and it is brilliant. My LeNovo hardware is excellent, as are the technicians at … More Mo’ Mo’ Code
It’s the tonic, man — it’s the jelly — and a builder. Honey child won’t you go with me — back to the West Indies? Axé.
One of this weblog’s main songs, filmed this time by my favorite director Les Blank. Axé.
The Spanish Professor got us to watch this film, and we have to see it all over before we return it, Lai Yiu-Fai. The heat here is really stifling despite the rain, and we have crushes on all three of Wong Kar-wai’s characters in this film. Here is a clip from another Wong Kar-wai movie. … More Dársenas quietas
Axé.
[Still sings the mocking-bird:] Loud! loud! loud! Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves, Surely you must know who is here, is here, You must know who I am, my love. Low-hanging moon! What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow? O it is … More Out of the Cradle, Endlessly Rocking VIII
My most successful B.A. student only graduated with a 2.0, so ze is not eligible for graduate school or even for a teaching certificate. Ze is working at a $12/hour job that technically speaking, could have been obtained with less than a B.A. Ze has student loans to pay off. So, should ze have gone … More On College
Leaving Houston, listening to a tejano station, between accordion riffs I heard this lyric waft, ending the song: …con su celular le saqué la foto, y la puse en Facebook. […with her cell phone I took her picture, and I put it on Facebook.] Axé.
I am now running Ubuntu Linux 11.04 on some higher end hardware and it is amazingly stable. Endless security patches and proprietary software of all kinds are receding quickly in my rear view mirror. Axé.
[The mockingbird sings:] Soothe! soothe! soothe! Close on its wave soothes the wave behind, And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close, But my love soothes not me, not me. Low hangs the moon, it rose late, It is lagging–I think it is heavy with love, with love. O madly the sea pushes … More Out of the Cradle, Endlessly Rocking VII
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