So, it's the holidays, and I've been bored. So last night/this morning, I found these two blogs/online journals that I kept, from grade 8 to the beginning of grade 10. Most of the entries were from grade 8, and a few scattered across grades 9-10. Reading them, certainly brought back a lot of memories.
One thing that I, looking back at them, realized now, was that I was SUCH an egotistic bitch back then... <.<. Honestly, some of the things I wrote back then, well, for 1 i typed lik this n wut not. -___-. Also, the ego behind some of it, and the certainty about certain topics to which I thought I understood and defended, which I now know to be seriously wrong. It's kind of embarrassing actually, to read through them. And I think, in my own way, yup, I was a bitch. I remember some people making that comment, but I also remember myself not believing them. The ego and attitude behind some entries were just... I'm glad I (really hopefully) grew out of that. Then again... maybe not. But I've certainly 'calmed' down a lot over the years, yay?
One things about those blogs, were that yes, I filled them with quite a few quotes, but they were also a lot personal in nature. I seem to have spent a lot of my time recording down daily happenings, and what not. Which, I think is a good thing, because when I read through them again, it's quite amusing to look back at the events which have occured in those years. That, and I found some pictures which I would have otherwise lost. Also, when reading them, I found many traces of myself in them. (Well, obviously, I wrote them - but a lot of the entries, especially the earlier ones, seems like a whole different person). Some of the traits that I've carried throughout the years, some have been dropped, and some, more refined. But it was really interesting, finding the commonalities / progression between them and throughout the years. But yeah... another 4 years later, I'll be reading this thing, and going like "wtf was I thinking?!" =).
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BD: Walther Nernst, Robert Henri, George Orwell, William Howard Stein
DD: Georg Philipp Telemann, E.T.A Hoffmann, Michael Jackson
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.
~W.B. Yeats
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.
~W.B. Yeats
Monday, June 21, 2010
Nights of May
A little something for the summer solstice
Nights of May from Joe Sargent on Vimeo.
Created by, James Stephens, Mark Ranson and Joseph Sargent
Music by Tim Johnson
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BD: J.C.F Bach, Jean-Paul Sartre, Aleksandr Tvardovsky
Go Skateboarding Day
Canada's National Aboriginal Day
World Music Day
World Humanist Day
Summer Solstice 2010
Nights of May from Joe Sargent on Vimeo.
Created by, James Stephens, Mark Ranson and Joseph Sargent
Music by Tim Johnson
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BD: J.C.F Bach, Jean-Paul Sartre, Aleksandr Tvardovsky
Go Skateboarding Day
Canada's National Aboriginal Day
World Music Day
World Humanist Day
Summer Solstice 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Soliloquy 88
SOLILOQUY 88 from JASON LAST on Vimeo.
Found via Twisted Lamb
"SOLILOQUY 88 is a fashion film collaboration between Jason Last & art director Jaime Rubiano.
Commissioned for Hintmag, the film features Rodarte's spring 2010 collection, with shoes by Nicholas Kirkwood for Rodarte.
Radium, a white radioactive metal with the atomic number 88, turns black when exposed to oxygen. The film explores themes of decay, metamorphosis, transformation, etc, all through the lens of a dystopian and sci-fi vision, with a soundtrack by David Madden."
The fashion world have lately (in the past few years), started to fully embrace technology as a medium of presentation. Fashion films are starting to go viral. Why not? They are attractive, interesting, and a really fast way of 'spreading the word' so to speak. In the past two years or so, with the financial 'crisis', many of the less wealthy designers have used this medium as a way to present their fashion shows. It is much, much cheaper than the traditional runway show. (Only one model is required, and thus probably only one makeup artist, stylist, etc, and the location is probably fall cheaper to rent too). It's probably not as 'grand' as a traditional show, and all that stuff. But, it is the new age.
And I'm liking this =)
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BD: Nicole Kidman
DD: Carl Friedrich Abel
World Refugee Day
Father's Day 2010.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Too Much Food =)
And I'm too bloated to write anything, so just go read the links:
端午節
http://www.mybeijingchina.com/special/duanwu.htm
http://english.peopledaily.com.cn/90001/90782/7025727.html
http://english.people.com.cn/90001/90782/90873/7027424.html
http://beijingexpert.com/06/duanwu-festival/
'nuff said.
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BD: Adam Smith,
*Note, when I started this post it was still June 16th.
端午節
http://www.mybeijingchina.com/special/duanwu.htm
http://english.peopledaily.com.cn/90001/90782/7025727.html
http://english.people.com.cn/90001/90782/90873/7027424.html
http://beijingexpert.com/06/duanwu-festival/
'nuff said.
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BD: Adam Smith,
*Note, when I started this post it was still June 16th.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
We weren't that bad, were we?
The future is doomed.
Last Wednesday, I went back to visit my old middle school (Williams Parkway). So I sat with my grade eight teacher for an entire school day, while she carried on art and math classes with grade 7s and 8s. The material they covered, was pretty much like most public middle schools'. In math, our school's awesome in the sense, that they try to get kids ahead, and while I was there, they were taking up gr 9 applied EQAO packages. For art class, they doodled while listening to music. Honestly, with 45 minute periods, there's absolutely no time, to do 'proper' art projects. With a class of 12-13 year olds, it'll probably take them more than 20 minutes to settle down and set up. by the time they actually start doing something, they'll have to start cleaning up and the class will be over. (They should really put it so there's a double period art...).
What was the most worrisome, was the behaviour of these classes. Quite frankly, they were worse than a class of grade 2s - at least the 8 year olds will listen to their teacher. These kids that I met the other day, a large number of them, were disruptive, loud, and rude (Of course, there are a lot of nice kids in the class, but the number of trouble makers seems to have increased exponentially, from since I attended the school). It takes forever for them to settle down, and actually get to work, etc. And unfortunately, one class, took about 20 minutes to solve this math question involving triangles/complementary, supplementary angles, etc. A question that should have been able to be cleared up, with a calculator, in less than 5 minutes. What does that say about their knowledge/quality of education/abilities? Math aside, they just seemed much more... attention deficit or something. And they seem to severely lack a sense of responsibility. If this were China, most of these kids would never be able to survive that education system. Compared to the Eastern hemisphere... Yeah, my parents calls the public schools here, the equivalent to raising sheep... Seriously, there's no learning going on here, more like teachers babysitting a bunch of tweens. In China, starting from grade school, you would not dare to act the way some of these kids are acting, or else you'll be sent to the corner, or get beaten w/ the meterstick, or something.
After class, I asked my teacher, if we were like that when we were in school, because I certainly don't remember my class being that way. Sure, there were those days, where everyone just felt like being chaotic, but I think we were a relatively good class. Anyway, my teacher replied, saying that she didn't remember us being like this, and that unfortunately, what I saw, was these kids on a 'good' day. I really don't want to know what they are like, rest of the time.
Also, social networking -_________-. Most of these kids have facebook already. And some teachers openly talk with them about it, and some probably even communicate with them via facebook. I get the fact that it's the technological age, and there's bound to be new methods of interacting with the younger generation, teaching, go with the flow, etc, etc. But seriously? Isn't there a - need parental consent thing, if under the age of 13 for most online sign up thingies? (Obviously, you can fake your age, and all that stuff... and I'd be a hypocrite if I were to say that people shouldn't do that). Still, don't these parents know what their kids are doing on the intertubes? (Once again, probably not the best person to be complaining about that...). It just doesn't feel right. Because, especially with a lot of personal and private information, these kids probably do not have the best sense of responsibility, reason, and protection to ensure their privacy settings are what they want them to be, and all that jazz. For example, apparently some universities and colleges down in the States, are starting check their applicants' social networking profiles, etc, during the admission process. I think it's smart that they're doing that, but at the same time, it's also leading the world down a very dangerous path.
All of this also contributes to kids growing up too fast, and not in the proper way. An old Chinese tale will help neatly sum this point up:
Pull the crops up to help them grow
During the warring states period, in the state of Song, there was a farmer who was tired of working in the field. Year after year, season after season, he had been working in the field to look after his crops. Planting, seeding, plowing, irrigation, removing weed & insect, working under burning sunshine or pouring rain, all these hard work filled his life.
One year, in the spring, he was working in the field to fertilize the field in order to make the crops grow better. Looking at those short young shoots in the field, he really hoped they could grow faster so he could harvest the next day!
Ding! He came up a smart idea: he would like to “help” them grow “faster” by pulling them up taller. He did this to all the crops in the field quickly. After it was done, he felt very happy when all the shoots were much “taller” than they were before.
He went back home happily that day and told his son proudly: My son, I help our crops grow much taller today by pulling them up; now they are all two inches higher than they were yesterday!
By hearing this, his son knew what would happen to those poor crops. He rushed to the field immediately but it was too late. All the “taller” young shoots were weather and dead under the sunshine with their damaged roots out of earth.
I don't know... maybe I'm just looking at this from the wrong point of view, and it's normal for kids to be like that, and it is how the older generations view us. And hopefully, as they grow older, they'll mature and be responsible young adults. That, or the future's really doomed. -__________-.
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BD: Nicolas Poussin, Edvard Grieg, Gotthard Günther, Saul Steinberg, Neil Patrick Harris
DD: Ella Fitzgerald
Last Wednesday, I went back to visit my old middle school (Williams Parkway). So I sat with my grade eight teacher for an entire school day, while she carried on art and math classes with grade 7s and 8s. The material they covered, was pretty much like most public middle schools'. In math, our school's awesome in the sense, that they try to get kids ahead, and while I was there, they were taking up gr 9 applied EQAO packages. For art class, they doodled while listening to music. Honestly, with 45 minute periods, there's absolutely no time, to do 'proper' art projects. With a class of 12-13 year olds, it'll probably take them more than 20 minutes to settle down and set up. by the time they actually start doing something, they'll have to start cleaning up and the class will be over. (They should really put it so there's a double period art...).
What was the most worrisome, was the behaviour of these classes. Quite frankly, they were worse than a class of grade 2s - at least the 8 year olds will listen to their teacher. These kids that I met the other day, a large number of them, were disruptive, loud, and rude (Of course, there are a lot of nice kids in the class, but the number of trouble makers seems to have increased exponentially, from since I attended the school). It takes forever for them to settle down, and actually get to work, etc. And unfortunately, one class, took about 20 minutes to solve this math question involving triangles/complementary, supplementary angles, etc. A question that should have been able to be cleared up, with a calculator, in less than 5 minutes. What does that say about their knowledge/quality of education/abilities? Math aside, they just seemed much more... attention deficit or something. And they seem to severely lack a sense of responsibility. If this were China, most of these kids would never be able to survive that education system. Compared to the Eastern hemisphere... Yeah, my parents calls the public schools here, the equivalent to raising sheep... Seriously, there's no learning going on here, more like teachers babysitting a bunch of tweens. In China, starting from grade school, you would not dare to act the way some of these kids are acting, or else you'll be sent to the corner, or get beaten w/ the meterstick, or something.
After class, I asked my teacher, if we were like that when we were in school, because I certainly don't remember my class being that way. Sure, there were those days, where everyone just felt like being chaotic, but I think we were a relatively good class. Anyway, my teacher replied, saying that she didn't remember us being like this, and that unfortunately, what I saw, was these kids on a 'good' day. I really don't want to know what they are like, rest of the time.
Also, social networking -_________-. Most of these kids have facebook already. And some teachers openly talk with them about it, and some probably even communicate with them via facebook. I get the fact that it's the technological age, and there's bound to be new methods of interacting with the younger generation, teaching, go with the flow, etc, etc. But seriously? Isn't there a - need parental consent thing, if under the age of 13 for most online sign up thingies? (Obviously, you can fake your age, and all that stuff... and I'd be a hypocrite if I were to say that people shouldn't do that). Still, don't these parents know what their kids are doing on the intertubes? (Once again, probably not the best person to be complaining about that...). It just doesn't feel right. Because, especially with a lot of personal and private information, these kids probably do not have the best sense of responsibility, reason, and protection to ensure their privacy settings are what they want them to be, and all that jazz. For example, apparently some universities and colleges down in the States, are starting check their applicants' social networking profiles, etc, during the admission process. I think it's smart that they're doing that, but at the same time, it's also leading the world down a very dangerous path.
All of this also contributes to kids growing up too fast, and not in the proper way. An old Chinese tale will help neatly sum this point up:
Pull the crops up to help them grow
During the warring states period, in the state of Song, there was a farmer who was tired of working in the field. Year after year, season after season, he had been working in the field to look after his crops. Planting, seeding, plowing, irrigation, removing weed & insect, working under burning sunshine or pouring rain, all these hard work filled his life.
One year, in the spring, he was working in the field to fertilize the field in order to make the crops grow better. Looking at those short young shoots in the field, he really hoped they could grow faster so he could harvest the next day!
Ding! He came up a smart idea: he would like to “help” them grow “faster” by pulling them up taller. He did this to all the crops in the field quickly. After it was done, he felt very happy when all the shoots were much “taller” than they were before.
He went back home happily that day and told his son proudly: My son, I help our crops grow much taller today by pulling them up; now they are all two inches higher than they were yesterday!
By hearing this, his son knew what would happen to those poor crops. He rushed to the field immediately but it was too late. All the “taller” young shoots were weather and dead under the sunshine with their damaged roots out of earth.
I don't know... maybe I'm just looking at this from the wrong point of view, and it's normal for kids to be like that, and it is how the older generations view us. And hopefully, as they grow older, they'll mature and be responsible young adults. That, or the future's really doomed. -__________-.
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BD: Nicolas Poussin, Edvard Grieg, Gotthard Günther, Saul Steinberg, Neil Patrick Harris
DD: Ella Fitzgerald
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Sonnets
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Sonnet 65
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Sonnet 71
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Sonnet 65
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Sonnet 71
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Beethoven Sonata no.28, op.101
This sonata was one of my choices for the sonata selection for ARCT. It was pretty much between this one, and the Pathetique. Unfortunately, with my teacher, Pathetique obviously won. And the reason was quite simple - that one, is so much easier.
But I've always liked this sonata. It's not that well known, it's super hard, but I think it's very fun to play with, and it sounds incredibly grand.
That, and kind of typical of Beethoven, it does not follow the typical sonata structure. In this one, The first movement is the relatively 'slow' one. The second movement is atypically fast, with a smoother middle section. Then, there's this tiny, I guess we could call it the 3rd movement, or some inbetween movement thing that leads right into the final, monstrous final movement. Despite it's monstrosity, I love this movement...
There's just so much play around with. (In terms of play, you're still following the music, but the way he wrote it and everything, it's just so interesting/fun to read and play.) That, and the second movement's awesome sounding too. The first one... I'm not a very big fan of that.
Here's a version of it, played by the Maestro Barenboim. It's fantastic. (Split into three parts, because it's too epic for youtube, though not split by movement)
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DD: Alexander the Great
But I've always liked this sonata. It's not that well known, it's super hard, but I think it's very fun to play with, and it sounds incredibly grand.
That, and kind of typical of Beethoven, it does not follow the typical sonata structure. In this one, The first movement is the relatively 'slow' one. The second movement is atypically fast, with a smoother middle section. Then, there's this tiny, I guess we could call it the 3rd movement, or some inbetween movement thing that leads right into the final, monstrous final movement. Despite it's monstrosity, I love this movement...
There's just so much play around with. (In terms of play, you're still following the music, but the way he wrote it and everything, it's just so interesting/fun to read and play.) That, and the second movement's awesome sounding too. The first one... I'm not a very big fan of that.
Here's a version of it, played by the Maestro Barenboim. It's fantastic. (Split into three parts, because it's too epic for youtube, though not split by movement)
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DD: Alexander the Great
Sunday, June 6, 2010
David Debono
David Debono - He is currently my favourite pianist (on youtube, at least)
He's simply just brilliant. His videos are mainly themes from movies, games, commercials, and self compositions. I'm pretty sure that he also has absolute pitch. I think he's classically trained... though, looking at his fingers - which sometimes perform big piano no-nos - not very sure. Either way, amazing ^__________^.
[Sept 4th, edit: He recently did his ARCT exam, so yup, classically trained.]
He puts a lot of emotions and force behind the music. And that's what I love about him - a very sure and powerful hand. A lot of artists these days have these flimsy hands, which doesn't produce a very rich tone, and cannot fully utilize the piano to it's full extent. For him, even in the softer moments, you can hear the depth behind it. The sound's very clear and pure - just enough pedal (most people tend to put too much), along with some amazing dynamics. But then of course, he does have a grand piano, which goes a long way in helping the sound.
One thing that I would possibly critique on, is that he tends to go over the top sometimes. I'm trying not to stereotype here, but I think it's mainly because of the fact that he's, well... a he. Most of his songs are super fast and forceful, and he has the slight tendency to speed up/crescendo/stretto everything. In some cases, this is good, but all the time? Most young artists do have a tendency to do so, heck, I do it myself all the time. We tend to gain more control over it as we matures as an artist. So, I'll just give it a few years.
Below are some of his videos. Enjoy =)
Kiwi Background Music
This song is how I first discovered him.
Requiem for a Dream
I've linked this song before (Note the tendency to speed up)
Pacman Theme
Absolute pitch much? XD
Underwater Ambience - Original Composition
He's simply just brilliant. His videos are mainly themes from movies, games, commercials, and self compositions. I'm pretty sure that he also has absolute pitch. I think he's classically trained... though, looking at his fingers - which sometimes perform big piano no-nos - not very sure. Either way, amazing ^__________^.
[Sept 4th, edit: He recently did his ARCT exam, so yup, classically trained.]
He puts a lot of emotions and force behind the music. And that's what I love about him - a very sure and powerful hand. A lot of artists these days have these flimsy hands, which doesn't produce a very rich tone, and cannot fully utilize the piano to it's full extent. For him, even in the softer moments, you can hear the depth behind it. The sound's very clear and pure - just enough pedal (most people tend to put too much), along with some amazing dynamics. But then of course, he does have a grand piano, which goes a long way in helping the sound.
One thing that I would possibly critique on, is that he tends to go over the top sometimes. I'm trying not to stereotype here, but I think it's mainly because of the fact that he's, well... a he. Most of his songs are super fast and forceful, and he has the slight tendency to speed up/crescendo/stretto everything. In some cases, this is good, but all the time? Most young artists do have a tendency to do so, heck, I do it myself all the time. We tend to gain more control over it as we matures as an artist. So, I'll just give it a few years.
Below are some of his videos. Enjoy =)
Kiwi Background Music
This song is how I first discovered him.
Requiem for a Dream
I've linked this song before (Note the tendency to speed up)
Pacman Theme
Absolute pitch much? XD
Underwater Ambience - Original Composition
Musical Birds
Birds on the Wires from Jarbas Agnelli on Vimeo.
Despite the comments on the video, about whether or not the picture is photoshopped, or that the notes are all 'space' notes (so 3rds = they form consonants no matter what), the the correctness of voice leading, I find that it is still a very creative concept. And this idea of this concept, should be the most important factor. Yes, it would be awesome if the rest of the stuff mentioned above, were more 'artistically correct', but they are secondary.
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DD: John A Macdonald, Louis Chevrolet, Carl Jung
Saturday, June 5, 2010
My Favourite Things
Once again, dug this up from old emails:
(Warning, some of these aren't very work safe :P)
This, is a twist to My Favourite Things. A challenge, by EvilHippyEmperor
Original post by EvilHippyEmperor:
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Fishnets on girl’s legs and mohicans on Britons
Tattoos adorning alabaster skins
These are a few of my favourite things
Meaningless lyrics from the Sisters of Mercy
Men who call themselves Vlad, but are really named Percy
Your first nipple piercing, god how that stings
These are a few of my favourite things
Goths who spend hours on their make-up, then sit in the shadows
Chavs in their Burberry, who think we are the saddo’s
As they gibbon along all covered in bling
These are a few of my favourite things
Goths who are blind ‘cause they’re too vain to wear glasses
But they’re too cool to dance, so just sit on their arses
OK, so I dance like Gerry Anderson’s pulling my strings
But that’s also one of my favourite things
Girls who claim to be ‘Wiccan’ with no idea what that means
Vegetarian vampires, preying on helpless soya beans
Dani Filth gargling broken glass when he sings
These are a few of my favourite things
When the cheques bounce
When the boss rings
When I’m feeling bad
I simply remember my favourite things
Then I don’t feel so sad
Please feel free to add your own verses.
The Responses:
By Fangtease:
Boys in black leather and fishnets with slashes
Liquid eyeliner accenting their lashes
Ebony talons and fourteen piercings,
These are a few of my favourite things
Cruising the graveyard in inclement weather
Seeking Heathcliff for a roll in the heather
Gazing at twilight to see bats take wing,
These are a few of my favourite things
Corpuscle cocktails and gray squid ink noodles
Baking a pastry all filled up with poodles
Absinthe in goblets and rich blood pudding,
These are a few of my favourite things
Stoker and Lovecraft and Nancy Kilpatrick
Loving when Poe makes him put in that last brick
Vampires and werewolves and spirits haunting,
These are a few of my favourite things
Corsets so low-cut there's risk of exposure
Clubbers debating which one is a poseur
Music so loud all our ears are bleeding,
These are a few of my favourite things
Dressing in colours of midnight and ashes
"Dissing" the Master to earn forty lashes
Left in the dungeon all tied up till Spring,
These are a few of my favourite things!
(I won't even try to improve on your chorus....!)
By Arkum:
Leather and lace and blindfolds and cuffs
Going down on men or swimming in muffs
Take to the bed or the checkered tiling
These are a few of my favorite things
Tied up and layed upon pretty red roses
Licking me down from my heart to my toses
Stopping in spots that you know make me sing
These are a few of my favorite things
Both men and the ladies dressed in vamp clothing
Eyeliner and lipstick on either, not loathing
Keeping in mind that both ways I swing
These are a few of my favorite things
By Goulash
Little black roses and being bitten
Whips,chains and doin' the hitten'
Being tied up and the joy that it brings
These are a few of my favorite things!!!
Little white ponies and chocolate covered doodles
Slurping as if I were eating some noodles
Wearing new costumes...Even some that have wings
These are a few of my favorite things!
Goths adorned in lace with coal black eye lashes
Goths that think if they step in the sun,they'll turn to ashes
When he gets hot,the misery it brings
These are a few of my favorite things!
And here is a proper and really awesome cover, by Pomplamoose
(Warning, some of these aren't very work safe :P)
This, is a twist to My Favourite Things. A challenge, by EvilHippyEmperor
Original post by EvilHippyEmperor:
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Fishnets on girl’s legs and mohicans on Britons
Tattoos adorning alabaster skins
These are a few of my favourite things
Meaningless lyrics from the Sisters of Mercy
Men who call themselves Vlad, but are really named Percy
Your first nipple piercing, god how that stings
These are a few of my favourite things
Goths who spend hours on their make-up, then sit in the shadows
Chavs in their Burberry, who think we are the saddo’s
As they gibbon along all covered in bling
These are a few of my favourite things
Goths who are blind ‘cause they’re too vain to wear glasses
But they’re too cool to dance, so just sit on their arses
OK, so I dance like Gerry Anderson’s pulling my strings
But that’s also one of my favourite things
Girls who claim to be ‘Wiccan’ with no idea what that means
Vegetarian vampires, preying on helpless soya beans
Dani Filth gargling broken glass when he sings
These are a few of my favourite things
When the cheques bounce
When the boss rings
When I’m feeling bad
I simply remember my favourite things
Then I don’t feel so sad
Please feel free to add your own verses.
The Responses:
By Fangtease:
Boys in black leather and fishnets with slashes
Liquid eyeliner accenting their lashes
Ebony talons and fourteen piercings,
These are a few of my favourite things
Cruising the graveyard in inclement weather
Seeking Heathcliff for a roll in the heather
Gazing at twilight to see bats take wing,
These are a few of my favourite things
Corpuscle cocktails and gray squid ink noodles
Baking a pastry all filled up with poodles
Absinthe in goblets and rich blood pudding,
These are a few of my favourite things
Stoker and Lovecraft and Nancy Kilpatrick
Loving when Poe makes him put in that last brick
Vampires and werewolves and spirits haunting,
These are a few of my favourite things
Corsets so low-cut there's risk of exposure
Clubbers debating which one is a poseur
Music so loud all our ears are bleeding,
These are a few of my favourite things
Dressing in colours of midnight and ashes
"Dissing" the Master to earn forty lashes
Left in the dungeon all tied up till Spring,
These are a few of my favourite things!
(I won't even try to improve on your chorus....!)
By Arkum:
Leather and lace and blindfolds and cuffs
Going down on men or swimming in muffs
Take to the bed or the checkered tiling
These are a few of my favorite things
Tied up and layed upon pretty red roses
Licking me down from my heart to my toses
Stopping in spots that you know make me sing
These are a few of my favorite things
Both men and the ladies dressed in vamp clothing
Eyeliner and lipstick on either, not loathing
Keeping in mind that both ways I swing
These are a few of my favorite things
By Goulash
Little black roses and being bitten
Whips,chains and doin' the hitten'
Being tied up and the joy that it brings
These are a few of my favorite things!!!
Little white ponies and chocolate covered doodles
Slurping as if I were eating some noodles
Wearing new costumes...Even some that have wings
These are a few of my favorite things!
Goths adorned in lace with coal black eye lashes
Goths that think if they step in the sun,they'll turn to ashes
When he gets hot,the misery it brings
These are a few of my favorite things!
And here is a proper and really awesome cover, by Pomplamoose
Three Poems
A few poems that I've collected over the years (3-4 years ago.)
Many of them are anomynous/used an alias, and I can't seem to track them down anymore.
Yeah.. they're kind of gloomy and teenage angst and what not. But they're also very pretty/interesting.
Enjoy =)
"Silent Music"
The young girl sat upon the stool,
Gazing at the marble.
As her finger touched the key, she flinched.
It was cold.
Wind blew through the room -
- Whistling quietly inside its chambers.
As if this was a call to her,
she began to play.
Absorbed by the rhythm, she closed her eyes.
Swaying from side to side,
her hands creating a magical fusion with the keys.
Nothing could seperate them.
The silent breeze blew the dust away,
it spread into the air, floating into the dark
as were her thoughts
when she played this piano.
The piano had not been cared for.
Scratched, damaged, left to crumble in the room.
Just like the girl.
And together they sat, bathing in the music.
One could not live without the other,
Their sound only created through harmony.
For once the piano felt loved,
and the girl felt compassion for it.
All the night she stayed
sat upon that stool.
The sounds of the world joined them,
weaving into their immense sound.
The piano began to feel the strain
of being uncared for.
Without a sound its strings broke,
and silence filled the room.
Silver tears hit the ground,
as the girl lay underneath the piano.
And there she stayed, until the day
she too played her last note.
"A-Z Poem"
Always doing something wrong
Banishing those who don't belong
Catastrophe started under the moon
Death is sure to come very soon
Evil lurks in every corner
For every death there is a mourner
Gold and riches are the focus
Happiness is a bunch of hocus pocus
Intimitidation is the key
Joy fills it when we are free
Klutzy people are at every turn
Love is what we all yearn
Magic is shunned by many of us
Normally we think it right to cuss
Optimistic people are very uncommon
Prejudice is found in avergae to shaman(:P)
Questions need answers
Resources should destroy cancers
Sex is all the people think about
They are taking the wrong route
Unheard and unloved
Valiant hardly lift a glove
War is getting this world shakin
X-treme measures will be taken
Youthfulness and peace is what we need
Zonky idea,yes,but without it we'll bleed
"Crows and Ravens"
There stands a raven so clear,
Its black feathers shining,
The sun sets with blood red dips,
As the hounds start whining,
Singing their lullaby,
Dreadful escape,
Snow driven mountains,
Bats and shadows await,
High in the stone clenched,
Mountains lie a castle,
There you hear chains sing,
Without any hassle,
They cling and screech with the crows rhythm,
Giving ears no word,
For their song brings tears and such depression,
Whenever it is heard,
And beneath the sea lies open freedom,
It tricks us to deny,
And though we are crows entangled in chains,
We know one day well fly,
Flying above the forest,
Soaring over the hills,
High above the mountains,
Were the air send us chills,
Freedom awaits no other,
It stands merely atop a ledge,
To let us go or not,
Is yet a mortals pledge,
Tricks and pranks they are,
Showing us nothing but doubt,
But one day I hope to kill them,
With my scream, my shout,
Ill show them all what I can be,
And what I can do,
These words arent just speaking for me,
They are speaking for you to,
And soon enough the crows will die,
The ravens they will to,
Nothing here as the world decays,
Never to live through,
And yet there will be a time,
When immortals rule this earth,
All mortals died and gone to heaven,
This has given us rebirth,
And o youll see the vampires laugh,
The werewolves howl at the moon,
And red eyes in the shadows,
All happen very soon,
The water will be water again,
The sun will be so gray,
The moon will rule over all,
And the pain will go away,
Well be brothers and sisters,
Lovers that too,
A world for all acceptation,
And it all awaits you,
So come and hear the morning birds,
Sing their song of new,
For there it lies glistening,
One of its few,
And so now I look upon,
The sun setting what it may lack,
For there high above a raven flies,
In its mouth a rose the color black.
"Apocalypse"
By: R. Vates
Energy....Stuck in a moment in the past,
The present, now and always.
Forever one with the universe...
The universe torn in two pieces.
And never again will it shine.
The words fall from broken lips,
The mouth trembles with anticipation.
Waiting, and seeing behind the blades of
infinity. Only in our lifetime.
Running backwards fowards,
Skipping stones in an endless stream...Life.
Following the rythm of earth,
We seek what we can never know.
Higher it pulls us into the nothingness of
mankind.
Our own destruction we have created.
Filling the air with darkness, and it drips
So slowly now.
The earth trembles, and our bones are weak.
Never again may we remember what never was.
Further into the ground...
Digging for words of past civilizations...
Never again.
Seeking truth,
But believing the lies.
What is hidden from us,
Is what we were before.
Washing the brain,
With sounds of structure and chaos.
Together as one, yet never united.
Tying up our thoughts with myths and lore.
Fiction never seemed so real.
Now we sit quiet,
Almost waiting for the end to come.
A weary spirit comes from deep within,
It pours out it's sadness to the earth.
Fields of laughter,
From the children who will never know.
Discussion, remembrance,
And what the future holds,
It is all to bright for human eyes.
When the sun comes closer,
Bringing with it secrets, and promises.
Complete fulfillment.
One more time around,
One more day to live.
Everything matters when nothing does.
* * *
BD: Adam Smith, John Maynard Keynes
DD: Carl Maria von Weber
World Environment Day
Many of them are anomynous/used an alias, and I can't seem to track them down anymore.
Yeah.. they're kind of gloomy and teenage angst and what not. But they're also very pretty/interesting.
Enjoy =)
"Silent Music"
The young girl sat upon the stool,
Gazing at the marble.
As her finger touched the key, she flinched.
It was cold.
Wind blew through the room -
- Whistling quietly inside its chambers.
As if this was a call to her,
she began to play.
Absorbed by the rhythm, she closed her eyes.
Swaying from side to side,
her hands creating a magical fusion with the keys.
Nothing could seperate them.
The silent breeze blew the dust away,
it spread into the air, floating into the dark
as were her thoughts
when she played this piano.
The piano had not been cared for.
Scratched, damaged, left to crumble in the room.
Just like the girl.
And together they sat, bathing in the music.
One could not live without the other,
Their sound only created through harmony.
For once the piano felt loved,
and the girl felt compassion for it.
All the night she stayed
sat upon that stool.
The sounds of the world joined them,
weaving into their immense sound.
The piano began to feel the strain
of being uncared for.
Without a sound its strings broke,
and silence filled the room.
Silver tears hit the ground,
as the girl lay underneath the piano.
And there she stayed, until the day
she too played her last note.
"A-Z Poem"
Always doing something wrong
Banishing those who don't belong
Catastrophe started under the moon
Death is sure to come very soon
Evil lurks in every corner
For every death there is a mourner
Gold and riches are the focus
Happiness is a bunch of hocus pocus
Intimitidation is the key
Joy fills it when we are free
Klutzy people are at every turn
Love is what we all yearn
Magic is shunned by many of us
Normally we think it right to cuss
Optimistic people are very uncommon
Prejudice is found in avergae to shaman(:P)
Questions need answers
Resources should destroy cancers
Sex is all the people think about
They are taking the wrong route
Unheard and unloved
Valiant hardly lift a glove
War is getting this world shakin
X-treme measures will be taken
Youthfulness and peace is what we need
Zonky idea,yes,but without it we'll bleed
"Crows and Ravens"
There stands a raven so clear,
Its black feathers shining,
The sun sets with blood red dips,
As the hounds start whining,
Singing their lullaby,
Dreadful escape,
Snow driven mountains,
Bats and shadows await,
High in the stone clenched,
Mountains lie a castle,
There you hear chains sing,
Without any hassle,
They cling and screech with the crows rhythm,
Giving ears no word,
For their song brings tears and such depression,
Whenever it is heard,
And beneath the sea lies open freedom,
It tricks us to deny,
And though we are crows entangled in chains,
We know one day well fly,
Flying above the forest,
Soaring over the hills,
High above the mountains,
Were the air send us chills,
Freedom awaits no other,
It stands merely atop a ledge,
To let us go or not,
Is yet a mortals pledge,
Tricks and pranks they are,
Showing us nothing but doubt,
But one day I hope to kill them,
With my scream, my shout,
Ill show them all what I can be,
And what I can do,
These words arent just speaking for me,
They are speaking for you to,
And soon enough the crows will die,
The ravens they will to,
Nothing here as the world decays,
Never to live through,
And yet there will be a time,
When immortals rule this earth,
All mortals died and gone to heaven,
This has given us rebirth,
And o youll see the vampires laugh,
The werewolves howl at the moon,
And red eyes in the shadows,
All happen very soon,
The water will be water again,
The sun will be so gray,
The moon will rule over all,
And the pain will go away,
Well be brothers and sisters,
Lovers that too,
A world for all acceptation,
And it all awaits you,
So come and hear the morning birds,
Sing their song of new,
For there it lies glistening,
One of its few,
And so now I look upon,
The sun setting what it may lack,
For there high above a raven flies,
In its mouth a rose the color black.
"Apocalypse"
By: R. Vates
Energy....Stuck in a moment in the past,
The present, now and always.
Forever one with the universe...
The universe torn in two pieces.
And never again will it shine.
The words fall from broken lips,
The mouth trembles with anticipation.
Waiting, and seeing behind the blades of
infinity. Only in our lifetime.
Running backwards fowards,
Skipping stones in an endless stream...Life.
Following the rythm of earth,
We seek what we can never know.
Higher it pulls us into the nothingness of
mankind.
Our own destruction we have created.
Filling the air with darkness, and it drips
So slowly now.
The earth trembles, and our bones are weak.
Never again may we remember what never was.
Further into the ground...
Digging for words of past civilizations...
Never again.
Seeking truth,
But believing the lies.
What is hidden from us,
Is what we were before.
Washing the brain,
With sounds of structure and chaos.
Together as one, yet never united.
Tying up our thoughts with myths and lore.
Fiction never seemed so real.
Now we sit quiet,
Almost waiting for the end to come.
A weary spirit comes from deep within,
It pours out it's sadness to the earth.
Fields of laughter,
From the children who will never know.
Discussion, remembrance,
And what the future holds,
It is all to bright for human eyes.
When the sun comes closer,
Bringing with it secrets, and promises.
Complete fulfillment.
One more time around,
One more day to live.
Everything matters when nothing does.
* * *
BD: Adam Smith, John Maynard Keynes
DD: Carl Maria von Weber
World Environment Day
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