The last time I held you, it was head to heart The curtain was drawing I left you sleeping so sound If I had known forever After we would stay apart I would have whispered All the things I can’t tell you now
Two hundred years ago, in Buenos Aires (then capital of a Spanish colony), a week-long series of revolutionary events took place, known as the Revolucion de Mayo, which set in motion events that led to Argentina’s eventual declaration of independence from Spain in 1816. This week, millions of Argentinians, their neighbors and foreign dignitaries gathered in Buenos Aires to celebrate their bicentennial with lavish parades festivals and performances. Collected here are recent scenes from Argentina as its citizens commemorate 200 years of eventful history.
More amazing pictures of this unforgettable day for us Argentinians, here
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”—Mark Twain
I found this post at Lolita’s and it inmediately drew my attention. It’s a social experiment and film series exploring human connections through people and place by Benjamin Reece of Deltree and Nathan Heleine of Crush + Lovely in New Orleans, USA. More info here.
I got goose bumps when I listened to people’s answers. Many chose faraway and exotic places and others, the simplest thing (you have to watch it to understand).
LONDON: Where would you like to wake up tomorrow?
NEW YORK: Before the end of the day, what would you wish to happen?
My answers: In Spain and that someone would cook me dinner :)
So, what would you answer? What do you think of the replies?
I am pleased to announce that I have recently received an offer via e-mail to transfer $25,589,000 directly into my bank account—I’m rich!
I have no idea why I, among the millions and millions of e-mail users, was singled out for such lavish treatment, but I assure you, I will not be selfish—once I have the money, I plan to share it, generously spending it on highly visible luxury automobiles and enormous yachts so everyone can see my wealth and enjoy it.
Lest you doubt the veracity of this deal, allow me to quote verbatim from the e-mail in question:
Dear Sir: I am most unfortunate to thinking you may not suspect me as real for we do not now know or been introduced, but allow me to say I am Song Lou. I work for Heng Suck Banq, Ltd, and have the proposition for you of transferring $25.589 million USD directly to your bank account which will be of mutual benefit to you once we have established cordial cooperation and modality. Please GET BACK TO ME ASAP….Song Lou
Here’s how I know this is legitimate: (a) the dollar amount is very specific—I’d be suspicious of a rounded off figure; (b) he works for a Suck Bank—I’m a customer of a Service Sucks Bank, which is probably a subsidiary; and (c) he needs me to GET BACK TO him ASAP—legitimate business people are always in a big hurry. I responded to his e-mail the day I got it:
Dear Mr. Lou: So delightfully I am partaking of your recent e-mail! I would most cooperatively accept your transfer of $25.589 million because that’s exactly how much I need! With much insomnia I beg for your response….W. Bruce Cameron
He wrote right back!
Dear W: My associates are speaking most excitedly on this matter. We are requiring only of some informational proceedings for rapid facilitation of transfer. Please to forward bank account name, number, routing, and phone for reaching….Song Lou
Great! I decided I just needed a little bit more informational proceeding myself and I’d be good to go.
Dear Song: Most unctuous and florid greetings upon your eyebrows. My concerning is for how the transfer is working. Would you please snorkel your immediate describings of the next notes in the opera? Yours in lasagna….W.
Dear W: Some puzzlement has befuddled us during your last communications. However, we are confident with you as our partner in business for $25.589 million and can lay the goodness of an additional $10 million USD. However URGENT for response with banking informational details preceedingly requested. Yours truly….Song Lou
Dear Song Sung Lou: Blessings upon you and your puppies. I have spoken with high regard to all my appliances of your keen business skills and shavings. Though much of my lust is bestirred by the $10 million, I am requisite of a total of $50 million and am inquiring of any possibility you and your associates may emerge from their medications with this additional transfer. Also, through the subscriptions of their loins my parents have blessed me with a sister through all perplexity, and she, too, would be willing for a limited time only to accept a $50-million transfer.
Dear W.: Though our history suggests you can be trusted with our worthiness, many among us are suspect of you unseriously misdirecting our associations. Please be aware of our availability to the $50 million only if you can be convincing of your honesty! We have no wasting time! Yes, your sister please also bank information with 24 hours for transferring or we will be withdrawn to other matters. Yours truly….Song
Dear Song: All of my follicles are emerging from the dark winter of their trousers and turning their taste buds to your luscious wrists! Most joyously do I face the soup of your embalming of my sister. My beamings are upon all of the Suck companies, with wishes for continued integrity at every turn of the pipe. Yours most impeded….Bruce
They never wrote back, but I’m sure the transfer is coming soon!
I had decided to listen to my complete music library in shuffle mode and suddenly this song appeared from nowhere (thanks to Flor who suggested the idea). I had completely forgotten about this song. Luv it.
Sunday, May 9, 2010 -m4w -19 (2 or 5 train) You were the gorgeous brunette sleeping on the train. I was the guy sitting next to you. I just wanted to apologize for my repeated lack of consciousness onto your shoulder, we both got off at flatbush. Hit me back up if you think this is you.
Another amazing post of From Me to You. Today the blog is celebrating 1 year of existance so I’m celebrating it by posting this great set of photos of New York (Baby!).
Enjoy : )
When Wolfram Magazine asked me to do a photo essay on New York City I knew I didn’t want to shoot the iconic (and touristy) places being that’s just really not a part of my day living and working. I approached the project with an honesty of what it’s like visually as a New Yorker interacting with…
Let it die and get out of my mind We don’t see eye to eye Or hear ear to ear
Don’t you wish that we could forget that kiss And see this for what it is That we’re not in love
The saddest part of a broken heart Isn’t the ending so much as the start
It was hard to tell just how I felt To not recognize myself I started to fade away
And after all it won’t take long to fall in love Now I know what I don’t want I learned that with you (ouch!)
The saddest part of a broken heart Isn’t the ending so much as the start The tragedy starts from the very first spark Losing your mind for the sake of your heart The saddest part of a broken heart Isn’t the ending so much as the start
There’s a level of travel that you can achieve wherein you almost cease to exist as you have been known to yourself. I don’t mean it as in a feeling of meaningless, or emptiness, but a sort of new kind of existence takes place. You become just particles in motion, closer in frequency to a ghost or…
Wow. John Mayer. Everyday you are giving me more reasons to love u as a musician, and after this, as a person. Can’t wait to see you live.
Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be on your way up! You’ll be seeing great sights! You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t. Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
Kid, you’ll move mountains! So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So…get on your way!
I seriously think the world wants me to go to Paris. I see it everywhere! Blogs, music, and now everytime I switch on the TV. I bumped into this movie I absolutely love. I know it’s not a very thought provoking or deep movie but it’s one of those films you can see over and over again.
One of my favourite parts…
The final scene ends with Louis Armstrong’s “La Vie en Rose”. I couldn’t insert it here, so I leave you with this beautiful song.
Cuando sueño sobre cómo será mi futuro (una familia, una casa, mi pareja, un país) puedo llegar a imaginar las cosas más raras e impesables (generalmente imposibles de concretar). Pero como para soñar (todavía) no hay que pagar, lo hago todos los días, sin límites :).
Leyendo Tea for Joy, me crucé con este artículo publicado en el día de San Patricio. La escritora decidió mostrar 3 ejemplos de casas de estilo georgiano recicladas (uno de mis favoritos). Dos casas y una casa de granja. Soooo English! I mean, ssooo IRISH!
Cuando sueño cómo sería mi casa, cuando tenga muuuucha plata y viva tal vez en Irlanda quiero que sea como esta. Bueno, las 3 casas en una (aclaré antes de que mis sueños eran imposibles, no?):
Hello! Jane here from the blog Ill Seen, Ill Said. I’m a Dubliner, currently living in Toronto, Canada. When Lynne asked me to blog something for St Patrick’s Day, I thought a post about Irish homes would be perfect. Now, I know some of you are probably imagining twee little thatched, white-washed cottages. I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint on that score. Georgian architecture is very much my Irish reality, whether in the form of farmhomes, city townhouses or grand demesnes. Here are three of my favourite examples:
This farmhouse was featured in World of Interiors and is located in Co. Cork. There’s nothing hugely dramatic about it, you could nearly call it utilitarian; almost Shaker-meets-Georgian. The most dramatic room is probably the kitchen, which has been left in the state it was found, with the walls simply washed down. I love the idea of leaving one room in a renovation a little raw. I think this may be one of my favourite homes featured in any magazine ever.
You may recognize this townhouse from Toast’s catalogue and movie from last season. This Georgian period house is located on Henrietta St on the northside of Dublin city centre. The street was originally laid out in 1729 and the houses are big by standards of the time, four or five bay wide. The residents were equally grand, including some of the wealthiest aristocratic families of Ireland.
These pictures were taken of Bonnettstown by Andrew Bush between 1979 and 1982. Bonnettstown was built in built in 1737 and is located in Co. Kilkenny. As a family we used to visit old grand houses like Lissadell, Russborough and Powerscourt. This style of ruined grandeur is buried very deeply in my consciousness. I respond to it immediately. I know its smells and textures. And it’s a part of home that I often miss.
Happy St Patrick’s Day, Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig!