Archive for June, 2008

Songs Without Words

Monday, June 30th, 2008

I’m glad we’ve spent this weekend as we did. I won’t really talk about it, because the important things that happened cannot be told, and the rest is only interesting for us. Although there’s a couple of things I can and will talk about.

First, Once is a movie worth to see more than once.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6xIF92OUos

…or watch it here ▼

Ho do you make someone feel she is loved, without making her feel like she has to return it? How do you make someone feel loved without having to have concerns about whom is that love coming from?

Messages in a bottle…

Wednesday, June 25th, 2008

I wrote something in an other blog two years ago, and I’d like to quote it now.

I do believe that life isn’t about enjoying the good times and trying to survive the bad ones. I think life is about making the bad times comfortable. It’s about coping with everyday problems, small joys and national catastrophes, and working for stuffs, so then we can lean back satisfied and say “that felt good”. Even a quick shower can be real satisfying if we take the ten seconds to say “That felt good”. If there’s noone around to tell to, then just tell it to ourselves. People are not merits and flaws, good points and mistakes, but the way they live with them. The way they stand up and dust off their knees when they trip over. The way they laugh or cry at good and bad news. The way they live with themselves.

“One’s merits make them likeable. One’s flaws make them loveable.”

Love… Love is a difficult thing. Love means different for everyone. For me, there are four ways of love. First, there is love we feel towards our family, our parents, our friends. (“Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.”) Then there’s Love, the first deep Love, which comes sudden, sometimes almost unnoticed. Usually (but not always) it remains unfulfilled – but it remains. We always remember the first girl we kissed, the first guy who invited us for that romantic walk in the park. Sometimes we never meet them, sometimes they accompany us for all of our lives.

There’s the ZOMG TEH LOVE for every one of us. Some of us meet them, some of us are even loved back. This is the girl we always want to ask out, but the words just slipped out of our minds in her vicinity. This is the guy who makes knees tremble with one wink. Sometimes it’s blind, and never returned. Sometimes we wish it remained unreturned.

And in the eye of life’s storm, there is love. The love we feel towards someone we realize we’d like to spend our lives with. The woman we like to talk to before we go sleep at night. The man we’d like to have near us to be there when we need someone to hold onto. The one we want to grow old with. We know they are not perfect, but we want to be there to live with their flaws, help solve their problems, and share in their joy when they succeed in life.

There are certain rare people who find all the three love in one person. They are very rare, but they exist. I’m not among them. Still, I know who I want to live for, who I want to die for. I know, who I want to be near to so she’ll have someone she can rely on.

Growing up

Tuesday, June 24th, 2008

“You’ll never grow up?”

I’ve heard that question quite many a time, in very different tones. Some accused me, some was wondering, and some was simply grateful. The answer? I usually just smile.

I don’t know.

Sometimes I wish I would. I mean, here I am, almost 28 years old, but I can’t get myself feel like that old. Last year a friend almost had a crisis because he felt so close being 30 – and here I am having a crisis not feeling more than 22ish.

Yeah, now you laugh, but imagine that for a bit. Imagine you act like you were about two third of your current age. What would you do? Who would you hang out with? What music would you listen to? What would be your plans for life?

Now imagine doing, wanting, meeting those now. Awkward? And it’s still not over…

I’m totally out of place. Guys at my age usually have a family, or same-old friends to hang out with. Guys at the age I usually feel myself are hitting on late teen girls, and hang around in discos, listening to electric noise I don’t consider as music. Or they go all goth, listening to trash metal and actually enjoying that. Me? I can’t listen to music without all the tunes in place (which is stretching facts a bit, I mean, who would say that for, like, Sysyphus? Or for Careful With That Axe, Eugene?) I dress up in clothes I feel comfy, and I do wear a red shirt saying “Do Not Feed Fallen Angels”, without hesitation.

I’m out of fashion, and out of my place, and I often feel out of my mind too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGsBUWD5r2o

…or watch it here ▼

I feel losing my grip on everything by the hour. I feel like missing out on things… And surprisingly, it’s not the pre-22 things I feel like missing, but the post-28 ones.

Budapest, Budapest…

Thursday, June 19th, 2008

“A dunaparton este zene szól,
valaki messze-messze, valahol
a rádióra csendben leborul
és érzi, hogy a fájó könnye hull.

A Citadellán este muri vár,
és lenn a nyári szellő muzsikál.
Aki nem látta, úgysem hiszi ezt:
a kék Duna is waltzerezni kezd…

Még fenn a hold is kiragyog,
mert legszebb ott az est,
hol csillagfényben mosolyog
az édes, drága Budapest!

A dunaparton este zene szól,
valaki messze-messze, valahol
a rádióra csendben leborul
és érzi, hogy a fájó könnye hull…”

The Devil Went Down To Georgia

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

Charlie Daniels Band version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgvfRSzmMoU

…or watch it here ▼

Primus version:
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xo77a_devil-went-down-to-georgia-the_music

…or watch it here ▼

Steve Ouimette version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv7kg2XkNfQ

…or watch it here ▼

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind ‘cos he was way behind: he was willin’ to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawin’ on a fiddle and playin’ it hot.
And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: “Boy let me tell you what:
“I bet you didn’t know it, but I’m a fiddle player too.
“And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you.
“Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:
“I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, ‘cos I think I’m better than you.”
The boy said: “My name’s Johnny and it might be a sin,
“But I’ll take your bet, you’re gonna regret, ‘cos I’m the best that’s ever been.” (more…)

Másfél

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

That’s the band’s name, it means Onehalf. They make an awesome music I think… Here’s two of their songs to prove:

Szamba (Samba):

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Ködkürt (Foghorn):

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No translation for lyrics – just listen and you’ll know why.

World of World of Warcraft

Friday, June 13th, 2008


‘Warcraft’ Sequel Lets Gamers Play A Character Playing ‘Warcraft’

[17:52] Asayinda: its soo unreal!
[17:52] Asayinda: “THis will make my character read the user agreement”
[17:52] Asayinda: NOBODY EVER READS THAT!

Indeed.

Roman D20

Friday, June 13th, 2008

Roman D20 A ROMAN GLASS GAMING DIE
Circa 2nd Century A.D.
Deep blue-green in color, the large twenty-sided die incised with a distinct symbol on each of its faces
2 1/16 in. (5.2 cm.) wide

Pre-Lot Text

THE PROPERTY OF A
MARYLAND FINE ARTS PROFESSOR

Provenance

Acquired by the current owner’s father in Egypt in the 1920s.

http://www.christies.com/Lotfinder/lot_details.aspx?intObjectID=4205385

Thanks for Xavier for linking this.

Unideer

Friday, June 13th, 2008

Unideer

Little bird…

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=juuhx884ylM

…or watch it here ▼

Little Bird, Little Chaveleh
I don’t understand whats happening today
Everything is all a blur
All I can see is a happy child
The sweet little bird you were
Chaveleh, Chaveleh

Little Bird, Little Chaveleh
You were always such a pretty little thing
Everybody’s favorite child
Gentle and kind and affectionate
The sweet little bird you were
Chaveleh, Chaveleh