And Masterchef last night. How wonderful was Richard Branson's hotel in the Atlas Mountains??? Wooooo! Almost as gorgeous as his place in the Caribbean, as seen on Trevor McDonald's doc. series about the region on Sunday night. I've never really lusted after being filthy rich but when you see these gorgeous places it does make you feel a little wistful. Both of them were sooo beautiful.
Next week's TV is going to seem awful flat when these two shows finish tonight. :-(
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I'm back from Phoenix, from my annual visit with my mother, but this was different, ( this was horrible. )
Silence
by Billy Collins
There is the sudden silence of the crowd
above a player not moving on the field,
and the silence of the orchid.
The silence of the falling vase
before it strikes the floor,
the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child.
The stillness of the cup and the water in it,
the silence of the moon
and the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun.
The silence when I hold you to my chest,
the silence of the window above us,
and the silence when you rise and turn away.
And there is the silence of this morning
which I have broken with my pen,
a silence that had piled up all night
like snow falling in the darkness of the house—
the silence before I wrote a word
and the poorer silence now.
Things I read: a couple of them the other day, that I thought were important. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
mincot, speaking of the hoopla surrounding Michael Jackson’s funeral and memorial, said, ” It’s like watching the medieval popular veneration of a saint.”
I’m reading Melissa Anelli’s history of Harry Potter as phenomenon, and she mentions that after J.K. Rowling said, in response to an audience question, that she’d always thought of Dumbledore as day, one man came out that very night, right there in Carnegie Hall.
The message I take from these two things together, is tht humans are desperate to find someone to identify with and look up to. (Even if you’re a fictional character, which I suspect is as true of the public persona Jackson’s fans idolize as it is of Albus Dumbledore.) So be brave and speak your truth because you don’t know when that might be you. And you might really change someone’s life.
Things I saw: one yesterday, on my commute home, that I thought was awful. A woman was riding a scooter with two kinds, twin boys maybe 6 or younger, one in front of her and one behind. That’s not the horrible thing. Seeing kids on scooters isn’t that rare here, and while it may not be ideal, people transport their family as they can and I’m not going to presume to criticize. (Also, crazy as the driving seems here, I actually see *fewer* accidents here than on American roads.) The part I thought was horrible was that the woman was wearing a helmet and the kids weren’t. Nice priorities, lady.
Things I want to do: go home.
Mirrored from Dichroic Reflections.
Which reminds me, I need to re-watch my very favorite movie ever- "Friday".
I could use some cheering up.
Dear Mr. Bill O'Reilly-
Fuck you very much, you diahrrea-of-the-mouth hate-spewing dillweed.
Sincerely,
UBetterHopeINeverMeetYouInAnAlley
- Atmosphere:
Snacking on Ju Jubes - Sounds of the Sea:Travis blabbing with his online gaming friends