Diabetes and sugary drinks, poetic thought by George-B
Lately, everywhere I go I seem to have my pass crossed by Coca-Cola 18 Wheeler, carrying their sickening brew, to a market near you: Buy it all, get diabetes, drink drink, drink…Make them rich, make you sick, make health care industry rich, make you sick… Get morbidly obese, get diabetes, drink at least a gallon a day….shorten a meaningless life significantly…
Or just let their brew rot on their shelves, of age, and live a day longer, by just water! The choice is yours: your food market won’t make it for you, and your doctor, won’t make it for you… Cause there is money to be made off you… from the choices you chose to make!
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one’s laughing at God When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one laughs at God When the doctor calls after some routine tests No one’s laughing at God When it’s gotten real late And their kid’s not back from the party yet
No one laughs at God When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake No one’s laughing at God When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else And they hope that they’re mistaken
No one laughs at God When the cops knock on their door And they say we got some bad news, sir No one’s laughing at God When there’s a famine or fire or flood
But God can be funny At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or Or when the crazies say He hates us And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke God can be funny, When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious Ha ha Ha ha
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one’s laughing at God When they’ve lost all they’ve got And they don’t know what for
No one laughs at God on the day they realize That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes But God can be funny At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or Or when the crazies say He hates us And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke God can be funny, When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one laughing at God in hospital No one’s laughing at God in a war No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one’s laughing at God No one’s laughing at God No one’s laughing at God We’re all laughing with God
this is how it works it feels a little worse and when we drove our hearse right through that screaming crowd while laughing up a storm until we were just bone until it got so warm that none of us could sleep
then all the styrofoam began to melt away we tried to find some worms to aid in the decay but none of them were home inside their catacomb a million ancient bees began to sting our knees
while we were on our knees praying that disease would leave the ones we love and never come again and on the radio we heard november rain the solo’s really long but it’s a pretty song we listened to it twice cause the dj was asleep
this is how it works you’re young until you’re not you love until you don’t you try until you can’t you laugh until you cry you cry until you laugh and everyone must breathe until their dying breath
this is how it works you peer inside yourself you take the things you like and try to love the things you took and then you take that love you made and stick it into some– someone else’s heart pumping someone else’s blood
and walking arm in arm you hope it don’t get harmed but even if it does you’ll just do it all again on the radio you hear november rain that solo’s awful long but it’s a nice refrain you listen to it twice cause the dj is asleep on the radio…
What Bread‘s Composition should be? Is there any doubt? This one!
There is at least one reason fro which people get insanely fat in this country and cannot shake it off: It is the adulterated, reconstituted, artificially, industrially made prefabed foods sold to us: And yeas all brands of breads, are no exception!
If you ask me: “What Bread’s Composition should be?”
I’ll tell you: “Is there any doubt? This one:
Wheat flower, rye flower, Water, Natural Sour, Yeast, Salt, Ground Caraway (may be) and especially Natural no fat“. You see this recipe did not change in the last thousand years , as much as it was change in the last twenty: Long live CODEX, and our culinary leaders!
A divine composition based on a unique poem, made a complete Leonard Cohen pièce de résistance, and the rendition beyond the realm of words by Martha Wainwright not to forget the out of this world musical arrangement: I am so happy to be able to appreciate this historic moment of excellence in the making. The explanation given by Mr. Cohen to the meaning of the verse describes a predicament in which each and every one of us found ourselves at least once in life, which makes it our life story, within which we can dissolve completely.
The world is indeed the theater in which we’re actors, directors and spectators:
Now the Swan it floated on the English river Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer and the judges watched us from the other side
I told my mother “Mother I must leave you preserve my room but do not shed a tear Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you it was half my fault and half the atmosphere”
But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame She said at last I was her finest lover and if she withered I would be to blame
The judges said you missed it by a fraction rise up and brace your troops for the attack Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action Oh see the men of action falling back
But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still My falsity had stung me like a hornet The poison sank and it paralyzed my will
I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers that they had been deserted from above So on battlefields from here to Barcelona I’m listed with the enemies of love
And long ago she said “I must be leaving, Ah but keep my body here to lie upon You can move it up and down and when I’m sleeping Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan”
So daily I renew my idle duty I touch her here and there — I know my place I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty and people call me traitor to my face.
Leonard Cohen: “It was called “The traitor”… It was about the feeling that we have of betraying some mission that we were mandated to fulfill, and being unable to fulfill it,
and then coming to understand that the real mandate was not to fulfill it,
and that the deeper courage was to stand guiltless in the predicament in which you found yourself”.
Louis Armstrong And Lynn Murray Choir – Nobody Knows The ouble Ive Seen Louis Armstrong And Lynn Murray Choir – Nobody Knows The ouble Ive Seen Louis Armstrong And Lynn Murray Choir – Nobody Knows The ouble Ive Seen
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive as you or me Tearing through these quarters In the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm And a coat of solid gold Searching for the very souls Whom already have been sold.
“Arise, arise”, he cried so loud With a voice without restraint “Come out ye gifted kings and queens And hear my sad complaint No martyr is among ye now Whom you can call your own So go on your way accordingly But know you’re not alone”.
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive with fiery breath And I dreamed I was amongst the ones That put him out to death Oh, I awoke in anger So alone and terrified I put my fingers against the glass And bowed my head and cried.
Cele două războaie mondiale, care prin urmările lor au determinat remodelarea întregului mapamond, au marcat puternic secolul XX. Sfârșitul celui de-Al Doilea Razboi Mondial a lăsat o lume întreagă traumatizată, prăbușită economic și financiar și totodată a pus față în față două mari puteri victorioase: S.U.A. și U.R.S.S.. Această rivalitate sovieto-americană a dominat relațiile internaționale, cele două puteri reprezentând actorii principali ai “Războiului Rece”.
Termenul este unul general care descrie conflictul politic, ideologic, strategic și militar de decenii dintre S.U.A. și aliații săi occidentali pe de-o parte și U.R.S.S. și alte țări comuniste pe de altă parte. Ambele tabere au descris adesea conflictul ca pe unul dintre capitalism și comunism, și nu ca pe unul dintre două state.
Perioada în care s-a desfășurat conflictul poate fi încadrată între sfârșitul celui de-Al Doilea Război Mondial și până la destrămarea U.R.S.S. în 1991[1]. Cele două puteri au încercat…
Unlike its’ hearty cousin (red beet borsch ) with strong flavours that warm you up during cold winter days, this borsch is light and can be eaten hot or cold. It is known in all Eastern European cousins and sometimes also called Sorrel or Shchav Soup.
As with many other traditional recipes, there are endless variations of this borsch. I am going to share the version made in my family. I “eat with my eyes” first and 4 simple but colourful ingredients make this borsch very appetizing.
Green borsch is traditionally made from lemony sorrel. I am yet to find sorrel in Toronto so I made it with spinach and some vinegar to re-create that light tangy flavor of sorrel. You can substitute sorrel with any other leafy greens too (swiss chard, beet greens, etc).
TIP: Add your greens just before turning off the heat, or your borsch…
Composer: Astor Piazzolla (1921-1992) –Spring ( 0:00 ) recorded in 1970. Album: “Concerto for Quintet” (1971).
Cast: Astor Piazzolla and his Quintet (Astor Piazzolla, bandoneon, Antonio Agri: violin, Osvaldo Manzi: piano; Cacho Tirao: electric guitar, Enrique “Kicho” Diaz: bass).
Duration: 5’10. -Summer ( 5:14 ) recorded in 1972.
Album: “Popular music contemporary Buenos Aires, Vol 2″ (1972).
Cast: Astor Piazzolla and his Conjunto 9 (Astor Piazzolla, bandoneon, Osvaldo Tarantino: piano, Antonio Agri and Hugo Baralis: violins; Nestor Panik: viola, Jose Bragato: cello, Enrique “Kicho” Diaz: bass, Oscar Lopez Ruiz: Guitar electrical, Jose Correale battery). Duration: 9’25. , Autumn ( 14:38 ) recorded in 1969. Album: “Adios Nonino” (1969).
Cast: Astor Piazzolla and his Quintet (Astor Piazzolla, bandoneon; Dante Amicarelli: piano, Antonio Agri: violin, Enrique “Kicho” Diaz: bass, Oscar Lopez Ruiz: electric guitar). Duration: 5’09. -Winter ( 19:48 ) recorded in 1970. Album: “Concerto for Quintet” (1971).
Cast: Astor Piazzolla and his Quintet (Astor Piazzolla, bandoneon, Antonio Agri: viola, Osvaldo Manzi: piano; Cacho Tirao: electric guitar, Enrique “Kicho” Diaz: bass). Duration: 6’36. Total duration: 26’22.
Composer: Astor Piazzolla (1921-1992) -Spring ( 0:00 ) recorded in 1970. Album: “Concerto for Quintet” (1971).
Performers: Astor Piazzolla and his Quintet (Astor Piazzolla, bandoneon, Antonio Agri: violin, Osvaldo Manzi: piano; Cacho Tirao: electric guitar, Enrique “Kicho” Diaz: bass).
Running time: 5’10. -Summer ( 5:14 ) recorded in 1972. Album: “Popular music contemporary Buenos Aires, Vol 2” (1972).
Performers: Astor Piazzolla and his Conjunto 9 (Astor Piazzolla, bandoneon, Osvaldo Tarantino: piano, Antonio Agri and Hugo Baralis: violins;
Nestor Panik: viola, Jose Bragato: cello, Enrique “Kicho” Diaz: bass, Oscar Lopez Ruiz: electric guitar; Joseph Correale: drums).
Running time: 9’25. , Autumn ( 14:38 ) recorded in 1969. Album: “Adios Nonino” (1969). Performers: Astor Piazzolla and his Quintet (Astor Piazzolla, bandoneon;
Dante Amicarelli: piano, Antonio Agri: violin, Enrique “Kicho” Diaz: bass, Oscar Lopez Ruiz: electric guitar).
Running time: 5’09. -Winter ( 19:48 ) recorded in 1970. Album: “Concerto for Quintet” (1971).
Cast: Astor Piazzolla and his Quintet (Astor Piazzolla, bandoneon, Antonio Agri: viola, Osvaldo Manzi: piano;
Cacho Tirao: electric guitar, Enrique “Kicho” Diaz: bass).
Running time: 6’36. Total running time: 26’22.
Kinderszenen (original spelling Kinderscenen, “Scenes from Childhood”), Opus 15, by Robert Schumann, is a set of thirteen pieces of music for piano written in 1838. In this work, Schumann provides us with his adult reminiscences of childhood. Schumann had originally written 30 movements for this work, but chose 13 for the final version. Robert Polansky has discussed the unused movements.
Nr. 7, Träumerei, is one of Schumann’s best known pieces; it was the title of a 1944 German biographical film on Robert Schumann. Träumerei is also the opening and closing musical theme in the 1947 Hollywood film Song of Love, starring Katharine Hepburn as Clara Wieck Schumann.
Schumann had originally labeled this work Leichte Stücke (Easy Pieces). Likewise, the section titles were only added after the completion of the music, and Schumann described the titles as “nothing more than delicate hints for execution and interpretation”. Timothy Taylor has discussed Schumann’s choice of titles for this work in the context of the changing situation of music in 19th century culture and economics.
In 1974, Eric Sams noted that there was no known complete manuscript of Kinderszenen.
1. Von fremden Ländern und Menschen Of Foreign Lands and Peoples
1. Horowitz, The Star-Spangled Banner 2. Chopin, Sonata n°2 in B flat minor 3. Chopin, Waltz op. 34 n°2 in A minor 4. Chopin, Waltz op. 64 n°2 in C sharp minor 5. Chopin, Polonaise op. 53 in A flat major
Part 1 Schumann – Humoresque in B flat major, Op. 20 1. Einfach 2. Sehr rasch und leicht 3. Noch rascher 4. Hastig 5. Nach und nach immer lebhafter und starker
Or if I like what I’ve begun But something told me to run And honey you know me it’s all or none
There were sounds in my head LIttle voices whispering That I should go and this should end Oh and I found myself listening
‘Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you All I know is that I should And I don’t know if I could stand another hand upon you All I know is that I should ‘Cos she will love you more than I could She who dares to stand where I stood
See I thought love was black and white That it was wrong or it was right But you ain’t leaving without a fight And I think I am just as torn inside
‘Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you All I know is that I should And I don’t know if I could stand another hand upon you All I know is that I should ‘Cos she will love you more than I could She who dares to stand where I stood
And I won’t be far from where you are if ever you should call You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you This is what I have to do
‘Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you All I know is that I should And I don’t know if I could stand another hand upon you All I know is that I should ‘Cos she will love you more than I could She who dares to stand where I stood Oh, she who dares to stand where I stood
You came to me this morning And you handled me like meat. You´d have to live alone to know How good that feels, how sweet. My mirror twin, my next of kin, I´d know you in my sleep. And who but you would take me in A thousand kisses deep?
I loved you when you opened Like a lily to the heat. I´m just another snowman Standing in the rain and sleet, Who loved you with his frozen love His second-hand physique – With all he is, and all he was A thousand kisses deep.
All soaked in sex, and pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. We made it to the forward deck I blessed our remnant fleet – And then consented to be wrecked A thousand kisses deep.
I know you had to lie to me, I know you had to cheat. But the Means no longer guarantee The Virtue in Deceit. That truth is bent, that beauty spent, That style is obsolete – Ever since the Holy Spirit went A thousand kisses deep.
(So what about this Inner Light That´s boundless and unique? I´m slouching through another night A thousand kisses deep.)
I´m turning tricks; I´m getting fixed, I´m back on Boogie Street. I tried to quit the business – Hey, I´m lazy and I´m weak. But sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go A thousand kisses deep.
(And fragrant is the thought of you, The file on you complete – Except what we forgot to do A thousand kisses deep.)
The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it´s done – Your little winning streak. And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it´s real A thousand kisses deep.
(I jammed with Diz and Dante – I did not have their sweep – But once or twice, they let me play A thousand kisses deep.)
And I´m still working with the wine, Still dancing cheek to cheek. The band is playing “Auld Lang Syne” – The heart will not retreat. And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep – You ditch it all to stay alive A thousand kisses deep.
And now you are the Angel Death And now the Paraclete; And now you are the Savior’s Breath And now the Belsen heap. No turning from the threat of love, No transcendental leap – As witnessed here in time and blood A thousand kisses deep.
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To the boy of twenty it seems impossible that he will not love as wildly at sixty as he does then … His love will never fall, whoever else’s may. Nobody ever loved as he loves, and so, of course, the rest of the world’s experience can be no guide in his case.
Australian-born British actress, journalist, and novelist P. L. Travers is best remembered for her series of fictional children’s books about the prim, vain, imperious, acerbic, and mysteriously magical nannyMary Poppins. The books were a great success, and Disney‘s award-winning 1964 film adaptation made the author even more famous. Travers worked as an adviser on the film, but in the end she was unhappy with it and never allowed anyone related to the production to adapt her work again. Why? More…Discuss
Although no working model of his design was ever built, Ames is credited with patenting the first escalator. His idea for the “revolving stairs” was largely speculative. It was not until the 1890s that the first working escalator—called the “inclined elevator”—was produced, based on another’s designs. It was installed among the amusements at New York’sConey Island but did not remain a novelty for long. How did shoppers react when Harrods in London debuted its first escalator in 1898? More…Discuss
An American tourist inFlorence, Italy, apparently never learned the fundamental rule of museum-going: “Look but don’t touch.” The visitor to the Museo dell’Opera del Duomo was trying to measure his own hand against that of a 600-year-old Giovanni d’Ambrogio statue of the Virgin Mary when he accidentally snapped off the statue’s pinkie. Art-lovers may be somewhat relieved to learn that the finger in question was from a later repair and not original to the sculpture. Still, the gaffe should serve as a reminder to all of us to keep our hands to ourselves when dealing with priceless works of art. More…Discuss
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