Sunday, April 06, 2008

• Wouldn't it be lovely if I posted here everyday.  Do you ever go back and look over your old post? I did that yesterday... I discovered that half of them I couldn't read, because I had changed my font to white, but did not change my backgrounds.  I started trying to change some of those, but alas, the task proved to large for my patience.  I also did some yard work and played Scabulous.  Mostly, I accomplished nothing... so I am going to post today and then go do laundry, pay bills, grade papers and well, we will see about all that.  That is my plan.
  
  

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  Charlton Heston is dead.  I remember him as a much younger man, and then of course for his tirades in support of the NRA.  Well at least he was passionate about something.  He also worked with the homeless in Los Angeles, so he was probably a pretty nice guy.  In his last days, like Ronald Reagan he suffered from Alzheimers... that dreaded disease that robs you of all your memories and self identity.
  
  

  
  
  Charlton Heston
  October 4, 1924 - April 5, 2008
  

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  I have been interested in doing the Featured Grown Up post for this month, but I don't know... I have some thoughts rattling around in my brain.  Maybe tonight I will get them down.  Last night Skooter and I watched Atonement.  It was pretty good, you know how someone builds a movie up until you are expecting something great.  Well, I think that is what happened with this movie.  I was expecting more, anyway, I know I should have read the book first.  I noticed that Kite Runner is out on DVD, but Skooter hasn't read it, and I have already heard that they leave out a couple of major parts, so I will wait until he reads it.  Tonight we are going to watch No Country for Old Men.  There are so many new movies out, and so little time.
  
  

  Sailing to Byzantium
  

  
  

  THAT is no country for old men. The young
  In one another's arms, birds in the trees
  - Those dying generations - at their song,
  The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
  Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
  Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
  Caught in that sensual music all neglect
  Monuments of unageing intellect.
  
  An aged man is but a paltry thing,
  A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
  Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
  For every tatter in its mortal dress,
  Nor is there singing school but studying
  Monuments of its own magnificence;
  And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
  To the holy city of Byzantium.
  
  O sages standing in God's holy fire
  As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
  Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
  And be the singing-masters of my soul.
  Consume my heart away; sick with desire
  And fastened to a dying animal
  It knows not what it is; and gather me
  Into the artifice of eternity.
  
  Once out of nature I shall never take
  My bodily form from any natural thing,
  But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
  Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
  To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
  Or set upon a golden bough to sing
  To lords and ladies of Byzantium
  Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
  ~ William Butler Yeats
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  Until later...
  
  Peace, Love and Energy,
  Tricia
  

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