When in doubt, upload a bunch of photos.
(that's a Breakfast King T-shirt!)
Not this is what I call a hobby. Don't worry thod, I'm not smoking. I was trying to smoke out the mosquitos.
Now this is what I call a hobby: (Lots of business opportunities in the Far East.)
Leftovers from Geunju, Daegu and Busan:
my most very cute PIP class:
deokbokki, mandu and noodles:
the noraebang:
This is my cousin Chase on the vibraphone. In the brief time that I lived in Berkeley I helped him haul those vibes in my car.
I have changed the TIME STAMP to Mountain Time because the world revolves around Aurora, Colorado. I have one more month in this place. And then, as some of you know, thod and I will be traveling across Asia via China, Mongolia, Russia and Finland. By the end of my journey, I will have circumnavigated the globe, effectively fought Grandpa Time by one whole day. So, off to hell with you, Time!
A word of waning from a good friend of mine about my favorite breakfast place in Denver:
Hey all,
I was eating at the Breakfast King in Denver (Sante Fe and Mississippi) the other night and when my eggs came out there was a large dead cockroach sitting on top! Just wanted to let everyone know as fabulous as the Breakfast King is I believe they have a darker side. . . :(
Thanks Shelly!
Atrios has been linking to these vogons, but because I was into Bea before them all, I get a right to imitate his linking hygienics, I mean gingkos, I mean Starbucks Pizza.
I hate this god-damned world: CHECK THIS OUT. The re-release of the ORIGINAL original SW Trilogy will be transfers of the Laser Disc Widescreen release, and not anamorphic transfers of the original film stock. Or something. I don't really care anymore.
As a bit of an experiment, I've invited all of the presidential candidates who have myspace profiles to be my friend.
Only Rudy's was set as "private," meaning the public at large can't view his profile without being his friend.
It's approximately 30 years to the day today when Star Wars came out. To commemorate this day, I have gathered the following information:
At one point, George Lucas planned for the characters of Luke Skywalker and his aunt and uncle, to be dwarves.
The opening crawl for this movie was co-written by Brian De Palma.
In Italy, R2-D2 was renamed C1-P8 while Darth Vader became Dart Fener, the reason being that "Vader" in Italian sounds too close to the common noun for the toilet bowl (the "water", clearly from the English "water closet").
Mark Hamill held his breath for so long during the trash compactor scene that he broke a blood vessel in his face. Subsequent shots are from one side only.
The targeting grid used for the Millennium Falcon's canon is based on a paperweight Lucas saw on Arthur C. Clarke's desk.
Peter Cushing found the boots that came with his costume extremely uncomfortable to wear because they were too small for his feet. Thus he only wore them in the few shots in which Tarkin's feet could be seen. In all other shots, Peter Cushing wore a pair of fuzzy slippers.
In early drafts of the script, R2-D2 could speak standard English, and had a rather foul vocabulary.
Lucas acknowledges his debt to Akira Kurosawa's _Kakushi toride no san akunin (1958)_ "Hidden Fortress" in the first conference room scene on the Death Star. Just as an Imperial Officer is saying the line "...the Rebel's hidden fort..." he is telekinetically strangled by Darth Vader, shutting him up before he can say the full title.
All of the dialogue by Shelagh Fraser (Aunt Beru) was dubbed.
Later in his life, Alec Guinness always recalled the experience of making the movie as a bad one and consistently claimed that it was his idea to have his character killed in the first film, so he "wouldn't have to carry on saying these rubbish lines". He also recalled an occasion when he was confronted by a fan who claimed to have watched the film many times. He said that he asked the fan to do something for him, and that when the young man eagerly answered that he would do anything for Obi-Wan Kenobi, he said, "I want you to promise me that you will never watch it
again."
(I think some day I may completely come to resemble my blogger avatar.)
Anyhow, digby digs this up:
I don’t think the English language has yet found the words to describe the pain and anguish we felt that day.---Tim Russert, about 9/11, of course.
Apparently this is just one of many dung stories this guy has dug up.
I found this link as a result of one of my homework assignments to my students. My assignment was to find an example of a narrative in English on the web, and email me the link. I told my student that this wasn't really an example of a narrative, this was more of an anecdote.
But it's funny!
And congrats to Kenny with his two daughters! (Do you think they'll become die hard roleplay gamers?)
I ran into this guy we used to roleplay with last night at a restaurant we were eating at. His name was Kenny. He had two small daughters. He didn't look very happy.
He told me he was surprised that sloppy turned out to be such a wanderer.
I had the ranchilidas. My wife had some tacos. My Mom and Sister both had fajitas. My son had a quesadilla. Food of the future. There was a pitcher of margaritas on our table. Kenny refused a fill-up of his coke, but his wife wanted more ice tea.
Earlier that day, my sister in law's fiancee and I discussed a mutual time in which he could work on my car. He's a mechanic.
When I was a senior in High School, I ran into Kenny and his then-girlfriend at a local Village Inn. I was with a large group of my friends from Theatre. I went up to talk to him, much like I did last night. While I was talking to him, I noticed the entire table of fellow thespians sort of snickering at me. I wondered what was going on, but not worried, 'cause they were the type to start laughing and snickering for no reason. Finally, a very good friend of mine came up to me and whispered in my ear. She told me that, natch, my zipper was down, and I was...displaying myself for the entire restaurant.
Consequently, I spun around quickly and zipped up. 
This isn't Kenny. This is my sister-in-law's fiancee, the mechanic who's going to work on my car hopefully sometime this week.
I've been hearing rumors that Apple's latest tech-toy, the iPhone, may be delayed or even canceled for a couple of reasons but the main reason is this one.
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Here are some extreme images of storms that are just absolutely phenomenal.
OMAR'S DESIRE
Not satisfied gawking at department store display windows
or admiring from afar as women walked past him in the park
where he sat every day for lunch, Omar's desire for women's
shoes soon turned to obsession. He began following these
women home and then robbing them. When the police
knocked on his door, Omar sat encircled by his stolen menagerie
of footware, breathing deep the scent of a pair of Carmen Ho
Penny sandals, as if trying to breathe meaning into his life. "I
couldn't help myself! I was intoxicated! I was in denial!" he
cried from the witness box, the women he robbed staring back
at him in the sun-filled courtroom.
RECESS
In the school yard a group of children are eating insects.
One girl exclaims 'they taste like grandma!" "No! they
taste like bananas!" a boy with dimples counters. Against
the wall the janitor shares a cigarette with a nun. 'Soon it
will be night", he smiles, twirling his mustache, "and then
we can dance."
REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS PAST
I was sitting at the bar at the Lennox Lounge, drinking a Budweiser,
watching a skinny lady with buckteeth talk to a guy with a dice earing
and a red fedora. That's when a drunk stumbled over and asked me
if I was a Zapata revolutionary. Said he'd shoot me dead. I explained
I was there to see the jazz combo, that despite appearances, I was
not Mexican. After buying him a beer we talked for hours like two
long lost friends. he told me how he hated Oprah. I smiled and
thought how much Proust missed out on, sitting in his room.
Last night I had separate dreams with Sean Penn and Stephen Colbert accordingly. The one with Colbert was a little strange. He was naked, but he had had his genitals removed in the name of Patriotism.
But my dream with Sean Penn was really cool. I don't quite remember all of it. But he was acting like he was my dad. I mean not like my actual dad. But anyhow he was pretending to be my dad. Or maybe he was my dad. He was acting real tough like in "Mystic River." At one point he takes me by the scruff of the neck and in barely contained, histrionic, outraged way: "Dan, do you appreciate a good rhythm?"
"What do you mean appreciate?" I asked.
"I'm talking about your life, man!"
And then we laughed and he let me go. "That's a good line," I said. "Yeah, it is," he said. I had to go write it down. And he kept on saying more good lines, and I wrote them all down. But I wrote them down in my dream, not in real life. So they are lost.
But if somebody steals this line, I'm gonna sue them. So I'll take a timestamped picture of this web post.
Wish I could remember the rest of the dream. Wish I could forget the one with Colbert.
Before we went to see the movie Grindhouse, I remarked to my wife about how I don't get excited about movies anymore. Probably because I spent so much much time and energy being excited for Star Wars, that my youthful energy and optimism for giant hollywood spectacle was waning the heavy weight of responsibility.
But, thankfully, I was wrong.
No time for love, Dr. Jones!
He's not sloppy. But his technique is not good. When I was studying piano seriously in the university one of my piano teachers told me that if I didn't relearn how to play the piano I might have physical problems with my arms later in life. Well, I didn't really relearn how to play the piano, I just kind of quit. But I have had many problems with my arms since.
But maybe's that's because I wasn't using the horseshoes properly.
I am finding that there comes a time in every young parent's life where you have to stop treating your kid like a very complicated pet and more like a real person...
As of now, Steve Jackson's Daily Illuminator is the longest running blog on the net.
(And you playa-haters out there thought I totally sold-out my nerdom. Au contra ire, I sometimes think about dungeons and daggers. I went to the Smurps site to see SJ's take on the whole Cho thing. Btw, the government here in Korea is kinda freakin' out about it.)
Yesterday.
At the mall yesterday, getting my glasses fixed. Every time I’m at the mall, I think of my cousin Halee. While not estranged, we don’t talk. I think of her because I’ve run into her here, twice, both times at the Mac store.
This time, I imagine seeing her walking in the parking garage, as I’m finding the way out.
I wanted to pull up next to her. Say hi, and ask her, earnestly,
“What’s gonna happen when Grandma dies?”
And,
As a good friend asked me yesterday, what do you think of Cho? And I’m proud of myself for some reason, well, I know why because,
As I remarked to my wife, why don’t I feel for the victims of Virginia Tech, why this isn’t surprising anymore, but
Then, almost a footnote on CNN this morning, 157 dead in Iraq.
And,
I feel that.
And,
Who’s more important?
Can we choose the dead?
Should we hold useless candles and use them to light the graves of victims or the houses of bombed children?
And I find,
The Iraqi dead are so much more important to me than dead college students.
Because Cho is laughing again in gunman’s heaven with Harris and Klebold and the others!
So,
I can close my eyes and pretend I’m living outside of San Francisco again because gas in Colorado is $3 a gallon.
And I’ll drive,
Because:
My wife still needs to be picked up from work on shitty weather days,
My son needs milk,
My friends need rides,
And I need coffee and beer.
So, I still believe,
Happiness!
We’re All In It Together.
I spent a few days in Busan, a city on the south coast. If I come back to Korea, I might try to find a job in Busan instead of Seoul. It's cleaner, mellower, and by the sea.
I have many more pictures on my picture blog. Click here!!!
"I hate the H-bomb and The Jerry Springer Show."--Vonnegut memoirs.
Happy Birthday Meyer! (Progeny of Amelia and Zentrout!) Here's the promised Bob Dylan Party on A&S:
Here's the Invocation: A great version of Forever Young w/ The Band
Let's get the ugliness out of the way. Don't watch the video, just listen to the song.
Let's really kick it off with the Ballad of the Thin Man:
Bob Dylan gets ziggy with it:
Here's a Bob Dylan imitator doing "Senor." I like this one more because the era of his Bob Dylan imitation is better than the era Bob was in when the song was originally recorded on Street Legal.
The Classic:
Now here's "Weird" Al Yankovic's palindromic take on Subterranean Homesick Blues (Gosh he's so "weird"!)
And last, but not least, here is a The Netherlands' own version of Bob: Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you Armand, singing his biggest hit "Ben ik te min."
---Love, Uncle Dan. Wish I could be there to celebrate with you.
I've been watching the HBO series Rome. I just finished the first season. It's really good!
The screenshot is from a movie called "A Matter of Life and Death," a bizarre, creative movie that Steve recommended to me.
Tomorrow will be Bob Dylan day at A&S, in honor of my nephew's first birthday.
I have been fooling around with the altavista babelfish translator. I wrote a little ditty about a conversation between Werner Herzog and Klaus Kinski talking about the potential of filming Paganini, (this was an idea for a play that I had), and I used the translator to translate it into one language and then back into English again to see if there was any interesting differences. There are lots. I won't post it on this page because it goes on for quite a bit. But go to my experimental photo-blog A METAPHOR FOR I DON'T KNOW WHAT to see the fruits of this exercise. I also did multiple translations, for example, English to Spanish to French to German to English. The more times it translated, the more amorphic (and longer) the text got. Interesting, no?
In other news, I would like the other contributors to send me short bios to put on the sidebar; and perhaps mention your blog specialties. Anyone else who is interested in contributing to A&S, please let me know.
And any interesting experiments with translations you have, send them to me.
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