30 October 2013

Often referred to as the "Father of Science Fiction," Jules Verne wrote his first novel, Five Weeks in a Balloon, at the age of 35. He went on to be the second most translated author on earth, writing books about a variety of innovations and technological advancements years before they were practical realities...

 

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24 October 2013
24 October 2013

all work and no play makes jack a dull boy...

 

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24 October 2013

 

Did you deliberately try for ambiguity as opposed to a specific meaning for any scene or image?

 

Stanley Kubrick:  No, I didn’t have to try for ambiguity; it was inevitable… But it’s the ambiguity of all art, of a fine piece of music or a painting – you don’t need written instructions by the composer or painter accompanying such works to “explain” them. “Explaining” them contributes nothing but a superficial “cultural” value which has no value except for critics and teachers who have to earn a living.  Reactions to art are always different because they are always deeply personal...

 

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15 October 2013

 

Why don't you sit right back and I
I may tell you a tale, a tale of 3
Little pigs and a big bad wolf...

Well, the first little piggy
Well, he was kinda hick
He spent most of his days
Just day dreamin' of the city...

And then one day he bought a guitar
He moved to Hollywood to become a star
But living on the farm he knew nothing of the city
Built his house outta straw, what a pity?

Then one day
Jammin' on some chords
Along came the wolf
Knockin' on his door...

Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin...

Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in...

 

I'm huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin'
An' I'll blow your house in...

Well, the second little piggy
Well, he was kinda stokin'
Spent most of his days just a ganja smokin'
Hoppin' and a boppin' down on Venice beach
Gettin' paid money for religious speech...

Built his shelter from what he garbage picked
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks
Then one day he was crankin' out Bob Marley
Along came the wolf on his big bad harley...

Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin...

Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in...

I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin'
An' I'll blow your house in...

Well, the third little piggy
The grade A student, his daddy was a rock star
Named Pig Nugent, earned his master's degree
From Harvard college...

Built his house from his architect knowledge  
A tri level mansion
Hollywood hills
Daddy's rock stardom
Paid for the bills...

Then one day came the old house masher
The big bad wolf the little piggy slasher...

Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin...

Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in...

Huffin', puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin'
An' I'll blow your house in...

Well, the big bad wolf, well, he huffed and he puffed
All that he could and low and behold
The little piggy's house stood
It's made out of concrete the little piggy shouted...

The wolf just frowned as he pouted
So they called 911 like any piggy would
They sent out Rambo just as fast as they could...

Yo wolf face
I'm your worst nightmare
Your ass is mine...

Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see
And that's the end of story, for you and me
But still give a listen, you just may
Hear the big wolf and little piggies say...

Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin
Little pig, little pig let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin...

Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
Blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
Blow your house in
Huffin', puffin'
Blow your house in...

Huffin' and puffin' and
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin' and
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and puffin' and
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' and I'll puffin' and
I'll blow your house in...

And the moral of the story is
That bands with no talent
Can easily amuse idiots
With a stupid puppet show...

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10 October 2013

2013:

 

 

Hear the sirens, hear the sirens
Hear the sirens, hear the circus so profound
I hear the sirens more and more in this here town
Let me catch my breath to breathe then reach across the bend
Just to know we’re safe, I am a grateful man
This light is pit, alive and I can see you clear
Oh, I could take your hand, and feel your breath
For feel that someday will be over
I pull you close, so much to lose
Knowing that nothing lasts forever
I didn’t care, before you were here
I danced in laughter, with the everafter
But all things change, let this remain...

Hear the sirens covering distance in the night
The sound, echoing closer, will they come for me, next time?
For every choice, mistake I made, is not my plan
To see you in the arms of another man
And if you choose to stay, I’ll wait, I’ll understand...

Oh,  it’s a fragile thing, this life we lead, if I think too much, I can’t get over
When by the graces, by which we live our lives with death over our shoulders
Want you to know, that should I go, I always loved you, held you high above too
I studied your face, the fear goes away...

It’s a fragile thing, this life we lead, if I think too much, I can’t get over
When by the graves, by which we live our lives with death over our shoulders
Want you to know, that should I go, I always loved you, held you high above too

I studied your face, the fear goes away, the fear goes away, the fear goes away...

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09 October 2013

good manners can't be put on for special occasions only...

 

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