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Train of thought: Rock Band: Beatles is coming out on 09.09.09., but I can’t afford it. If each of my buds would throw in 500HUF, and each of my friends would throw in 1.000HUF, I could afford the game, with the band bundle, and probably could even buy the other episodes too. Of course I won’t ask such a thing – I just reminded myself that I have many good and reliable friends. And that worth any game.
Archive for August, 2009
Pink Floyd: Learning To Fly
Monday, August 24th, 2009 Contest entry for August 24, 2009. Rules: http://blog.thinkedem.hu/2009/08/22-i-challenge-thee/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xb-Nacm-pKc…
“Can’t keep my eyes, from the circling sky,
Tongue-tied and twisted,
Just an earth-bound misfit, I”
This is the very first Pink Floyd song I’ve heard. It’s a funny story, because for many years I haven’t realised it’s their song, because I didn’t learn the band name (I’ve seen it on MTV when they still aired music), and my love of Pink Floyd only came a couple of years later. All I remembered of this song was the unusual video about the young indian, who sees an aeroplane and decides to learn to fly. I really love this song because of its meaning (or, its meaning to me):it tells me about growing old and distant, about leaving behind the bad things – and the good ones too, to detach from the ground, from the Earth. But it’s dangerous, for if you learn to fly, you might end up in outer space. If you learn to distance yourself, you might end up so lost you can’t find your way back, and noone can help you either. You become a misfit, like I was some years ago.
This is still one of the songs that can help me relax and detach, to fly away from trouble and mind bogging problems – and also this is the song which reminds me not to go too far away.
“Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I (more…)
Challenge discussion
Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 Okay, since I want the other post be reserved for the links, here’s a sandbox for discussing my insane idea. So, comments here, links to your first post there.
I challenge thee!
Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 Dear readers!
I challenge you all. Don’t worry, it’s a painless and friendly challenge. Still, it’s a challenge.
Every day for the next week (starting on Monday), choose one of your favourite songs, find it on youtube (or any other video or music sharing site), link it in your blog and write at least 8 sentences about why do you like that song, and what do you like in that song. Don’t post it here, have it on your own blog. They don’t have to be from the same band, or the same genre. The two rules are just to link it so anyone can listen to it, and write at least 8 sentences. (Without the 8 sentences it wouldn’t be a challenge, only a top 7 list…) I will do the same.
Also, let me know if you take the challenge, either by placing a trackback to this post* in your first song, or link your first song in a comment here. If you want your blog be secretive and not linked, you can just send me an e-mail instead… There’s no need to link the rest of the posts, but if you want to, you can link them to my posts of the corresponding day. Keep this post for “contest entry” links. Any other comments go to the discussion post.
There won’t be jury, there won’t be a prize – we’ll do this for fun.
Update: you can post the lyrics, but it doesn’t count against the 8 sentences!
Korán vs. későn
Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 MiDae: ma is korán mentél aludni, nem?
Edem: nem
MiDae: de
Edem: ma késő reggel
MiDae: fél6, az korán
Edem: nem
Edem: az már késő
Edem: korán reggel az 4-ig tart
Edem: 4 után már késő aludni menni, úgyis szar az egész nap
Theory on books
Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 Two weeks ago I presented my theory on why I prefer books and stories that have some kind of ending. It was long, and convincing (at least, after two mug of Edelweiß), and I don’t know if I could recollect all of it, but I’ll try. [Edit: actually I failed to recollect the events, and I stumbled to talk about a totally different theory of mine. My apologies...]
Stories have a beginning, a main part and an ending. If you watch a movie, you’re given all of these, and you decide if you liked it or not and usually live it like that. Things are happening way to fast to think about them without risking to miss out on a lot. So you just take it for granted. (more…)
Rost
Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 http://pulpfiction.hu/2009/08/07/3000-az-elso-evad/
Nem írok róla. Olvasd el. Ezt a pár percet még te is rá tudod szánni. Aztán döntsd el, hogy neked tetszik-e, és miért. Én tudom, hogy nekem tetszik-e, és miért… de neked úgysem az, és azért. Nem kell, hogy egyetértsünk, ez nem arról szól. Hogy mégis miről szól?
Nem írok róla. Olvasd el.
Lost for words
Friday, August 7th, 2009 These days I still don’t post anything interesting. The occasional songs (which aren’t random, by the way – I tell more with those songs than would by words) , funny pictures, and that’s all. Sometimes it’s because the interesting things happen with other people. OTher times, I have experiences that I won’t talk about – because You Have To Be There. I haven’t detailed the night when I get to know personally the marvellous Vid, her beautiful but quietly observing sister, and their boyfriends, while also met my already-known friends, they know who they are, and I know where they live blog. Also haven’t posted about – well, almost anythign that happened.
It’s not that things don’t happen to me. It’s just… I read and listen to my friends, how they talk about something. They make even a boring thing interesting. I make interesting things sound boring. Also, after 10 pm when everything’s quiet and still and empty, I get kinda bitter.
I guess I’ve already lost that 10 recurring readers, but so be it. I can’t promise I’ll be funny and talkative soon.
…not that I would stop posting songs like this:
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Love me or leave me and let me be lonely
You won’t believe me but I love you only
I’d rather be lonely than happy with somebody elseYou might find the night time the right time for kissing
Night time is my time for just reminiscing
Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else (more…)
Being an island
Friday, August 7th, 2009 No man, proclaimed Donne, is an Island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each other’s tragedies. We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature, and by the repetitive shape and form of the stories. We know the shape, and the shape does not change. There was a human being who was born, lived, and then, by some means or another, died. There. You may fill in the details from your own experience. As unoriginal as any other tale, as unique as any other life. Lives are snowflakes – unique in detail, forming patterns we have seen before, but as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There’s not a chance you’d mistake one for another, after a minute’s close inspection.)
(American Gods, by Neil Gaiman – Headline Review edition)
Yes, we all are islands, as Mr Ibis said.