What are your top 5 CDs/albums of 2006?
Submitted by eliz. s.
The same as for 2005, 2004 and so on for the past ten years. Got no time!
:-(
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Submitted by chris.
Do not feed the animal.
Desperation and desolation dripping from his downbent shoulders. Head hanging in the damp air above the chasm where his life lies. Too young to be facing this moment. They should have grown old together. Too old to lift his head and start again.
Lost. The skinny hand grips the grainy old polythene shopper he found in a drawer. Without her he doesn’t know where anything is. He couldn’t find a decent bag. Too old to cry. Big boys don’t. Too young to square his shoulders and shake hands and say thank you, life goes on.
In the appalling trench of pain and loss a row of garish, spiteful clots of expensive floral tributes. A riot of types, colours and shapes. Too loud. Turn down the volume.
Their quiet offering one immense mass of yellow rosebuds, hundreds of them. Gentle on the eye, gentle on the heart. No screaming cheerful multi-coloured insult. Sunshine yellow. She’s taking the sunshine with her.
What is your stupid human trick?
Submitted by Scarlett.
Falling in love.
Unadviseable.
A bitter pill.
Liking someone very, very much indeed is on the other hand a medicine which provides all the benefits and none of the nasty side effects.
Strawberry-flavoured cough syrup. You'd want to take it anyway.
Friends, I have slept with these bagpipes. NOT with the gentleman who is holding them, Gary West, arguably one of the best pipers in the world today (when I learn how to do it, I'll put his music on here).
But I have dozed in my little bed clutching those dear blue velvet pipes. I was pipesitting while Gary was enjoying himself elswewhere. They (with Gary on the blowing end) provided the (live) soundtrack to a couple of love stories, they played in my garden, they piped me in and out of the church when I married, those pipes are among my oldest friends.
I even barged in on them in the bathroom after their bath when they were stark naked, devoid of their elegant blue velvet clothing and lying about drying and relaxing. I apologised, but they didn't mind.
Very little. I'm still afraid of the same things.
I'm still afraid of the dark. When I have to get up in the night I switch on all the lights, and then when I have to switch them off I run the last bit in the dark at full speed, jump into bed, roll into a ball and pull the covers over my head.
Getting lost. I'm not afraid of getting lost anymore, but I'm afraid of feeling lost.
Getting caught.
Disappointing the people I care about.
I was terrified by a bison in the zoo when I was three. I think it would still scare me if I met it out walking.
Nothing seems silly now, I'm still afraid of the same things.
Since I am in a foul mood I can't concentrate on reading anything meaningful have been messing about on Google. I have discovered, not to my surprise, that I can't read most pages on "bhuidhe" (yellow) as they are in Gaelic and all I can say in Gaelic is "cheers" and "how are you? - very well thanks". However I have discovered that:
The Irish goddess Inghean Bhuidhe ("yellow-haired girl" or "bloom of youth") is the second of three sisters representing the harvest cycle. She represents the coming of summer and is the nurturing mother goddess of the ripening of the crops. Just like her sisters, she became a Christian saint, a well was dedicated to her and she had her own feast day on May 6th, representing the first day of summer. Her name is also given as Iníon Buí. Her older sister is Lasair, her younger sister Latiaran.
Well, well. I haven't got yellow hair; the bloom of the youth - no comment; I'm not the second of three sisters but the first. But I've often worked at harvest and those are the colours that stay with me most: green, gold, blue; and the smell of newly cut straw, the feeling of stubble when you turn somersaults in the harvest field and it prickles all down your back, the sensation of your stomach flying through your throat into your mouth as you jump off piles of strawbales as high as a house...
A saint? Ha ha ha... Look out -
In 1999 three people lost their lives traversing the notorious Corrag Bhuidhe pinnacles on An Teallach. Anyone attempting this route should take great care.
As the terrain and scale of the mountain country in the Dundonnell area is so difficult, both skilled and novice mountaineers and walkers have needed help from the team. The team has also been called to search for lost children, gamekeepers and people missing from nursing homes.
As the terrain and scale of the mountain country in the Dundonnell area is so difficult, both skilled and novice mountaineers and walkers have needed help from the team. The team has also been called to search for lost children, gamekeepers and people missing from nursing homes.
http://www.dmrt.co.uk/dmrt_rescue.html
All those who venture into these pinnacles beware: here be monsters...
What's your favorite music for a Sunday morning?
Submitted by Nick.
Transformer by Lou Reed (possibly one of the best albums ever made) OR Velvet Underground OR Dulce Pontes OR Prokofiev. Depends on the weather and headache (or lack of).
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