Friday, 04/28/2017

When black thoughts come your way


You might not like Pushkin or Shaffer, but they weren't that far from the mark.

ntodd

April 28, 11:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

In black distress, I called my God

The ribs and terrors in the whale:
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all God’s sun-lit waves rolled by,
And left me deepening down to doom.
 
I saw the opening maw of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell—
Oh, I was plunging to despair.
Herman Melville.

ntodd

April 28, 10:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

In the long run we are all dead.

Who knew that presidentin' is hard, but getting us all killed is so damned easy?

ntodd

April 28, 8:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Thursday, 04/27/2017

Танец рыцарей


Bones got a nice little bit there.

ntodd

April 27, 11:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

It is time to be old

Terminus:

As the bird trims her to the gale,
I trim myself to the storm of time,
I man the rudder, reef the sail,
Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime:
“Lowly faithful, banish fear,
Right onward drive unharmed;
The port, well worth the cruise, is near,
And every wave is charmed.”

R. W. Emerson.

ntodd

April 27, 9:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 04/23/2017

YOUTUBE!


The very first.

ntodd

April 23, 11:44 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

SONNET!

17:

Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say this poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.

So should my papers (yellowed with their age)
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage,
And stretched metre of an antique song.

But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice in it, and in my rhyme.

Wm Shakespeare.

ntodd

April 23, 11:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

SHARK!


Jog on!

ntodd

April 23, 10:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The First 534 Days

I'll bet Astronaut Whitson wishes she could stay up there until 2020:

President Donald Trump, his daughter, Ivanka, and NASA astronaut Kate Rubins will call NASA astronaut Peggy Whitson from the Oval Office on Monday to congratulate Whitson on her record-breaking stay on the International Space Station.

NASA says Whitson on Monday will officially set the US record for most cumulative days in space, surpassing astronaut Jeff Williams' record of 534 days.
Whitson arrived at the space station for her current stint on November 19, 2016, and is due to return to Earth in September.
 
 
Whitson also is the first woman to command the space station; she has commanded it twice. Her first stint as commander was in April 2008 and she's commanding the current crew.
She also holds the record for most spacewalks by a female astronaut. Whitson took her eighth spacewalk in March.
Whitson's 20-minute call with President Trump will air live on NASA Television and will be streamed on the agency's website and Facebook page at 10 a.m. ET.

At least Trump hasn't killed everything that is good at NASA yet, like Nixon did...

ntodd

April 23, 9:55 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

Amity Island Welcomes You

Help!! Shark!

“Jaws” was actually one of the first books I read that I then saw as a movie, and I remember sitting in the theater, all of 12, confused by the disparities. In Peter Benchley’s book, marine biologist Matt Hooper is a Robert Redford type, tall, blond and handsome, who has an affair with Chief Brody’s wife, and who gets his in the end in the shark cage; yet in Steven Spielberg’s movie he’s short, bearded and Jewish, nothing happens with the Mrs., and in the end he pops up after the shark is blown to bits. “They got it wrong!” I remember thinking. Yeah: They made it better.

Yeah, Spielberg took a very short passage at the end of Benchley's book and made it longer and more dramatic.  But did we need Quint's nails on the chalkboard?

Anyway, movies are a different medium, as I always say.  I never expect film to match up perfectly with the book.  Because that would be fatuous.

ntodd

April 23, 9:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Fucking Gummints, How Do They Work?

Don't ask the Lord Dampnut's Gang That Couldn't Shoot At All, Let Alone Straight.

ntodd

April 23, 8:34 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)