Saturday, January 11, 2003
"Colas Breugnon: umelec - rezbár, meš�an burgundského mesta Clamecy, poctivý, dobrého srdca so zdravou galskou veselos�ou, vierou v život a láskou k nemu. Pomocou týchto vlastností prekonáva všetky �ažkosti a vždy a radostne, smelo pozerá v ústrety k novým dòom, i keï vopred vie, že zase budú �ažké a trpké. Vie sa vždy zmieri� aj s najhorším neš�astím, nestráca nikdy humor, ktorý je zdrojom jeho životnej múdrosti, životného optimizmu."
Some tidbits: "Colas Breugnon" was a challenge for Valdimir Nabokov to translate into Russian and he did a fine job
Amazon.com has a book but you have to special order it and there is no English review. Amazon France has a review in French which I translated using google translatador contraption: "At fifty years, Breugnon Colas, robust country Burgundian of the XVII century, believes to have gained drinks it to blow a little. A pot the wine on its line, a book and a encrier in front of him, it undertakes to tell it. To tell what? All, tales of formerly and life as it is, the lived anecdote and good stories, at the rate/rhythm of the festivals and village work. The priest Short, the as faithful one to the Bottle as with the gate vault. The shepherd, the wolf and the lamb, lucid fable on the small ones of this world, always victims, even of those which claim to protect them... All that gives flesh to a rustic wisdom, rabelaisienne and lucid. "
Lovely book. Great reading. I have a copy in Polish published in 1987 and it's time to read the book again.
Did I mention Rolland got a Nobel Prize in Literature in 1915
Swety Marcin pije wino
Wode pozostawia mlynom
(french proverb in polish)
Inside the house, there isn't much sunlight, not much growth, stagnant. Destruction courtesy of adults.
But outside is the children's domain."
We are not trying to prove the world's existence. We are trying to imagine it. Together.
The together part is where the real problems begin. I can have
visions, as can you. Natural selection, celestial mechanics,
superstrings. Tarot readings, intuition, love. Are these two
categories or one? Faith and proof are at war to know, while sugar
plums dance in our heads. If all you've got is a computer, everything
looks like a cognitive process. If all you've got is paradise,
everyone looks like a lion or a lamb
In a beautiful pea-green boat:
They took some honey, lubricant and money
Wrapped up in a five dollar note.
The AlphaMale looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!
For another bedtime story please leave a message after the beep... BEEP...
Friday, January 10, 2003
English: Bada Bing
Polish: Bada Bing (Ba in Bada pronounced as Ba, as in Bada)
Kroatian: Bada Bing (alternative translation is Bada Bing)
Slolvenian: Baada Bjng
Czech: Bada Bjng (similar to Slovenian but the 'j' is longer)
Vietnamese: Baaaaddddaaaa Biiiinnngg (high pitched voice. Screaming)
Chinese: Bada Bing (tonal Ba and Bi. da and ng flat.)
Swahili: Bada Bing (the 'i' is tonal)
Hausa: Bada Bing
Yoruba: Bad Bing
German: Das Ist ein Bada Bing wahr schnitzel (it helps to say it while drinking beer)
Latin: Badass Bingus (we had to make this one up a little since Latins is a dead language and no Vatican Cardinals are blogging yet)
French: Le Terril de Bada
Swedish: Bad a Bin g (thanks to Josef from Stockholm)
Spanish: Una Bada Binga
Portugese: Bing De Bada (not sure if it's correct)
Hungarian: Badaz Za Bingaz
Romanian: Ba dada Bing (thanks to Tristan Tzara for help with translation)
Danish: Bada Bing
Russian: Bada Bjnn (g at the end of Bjnn is silent. 'a' in Bada is soft and wet like pussy)
Italian: Bingi Di Bada
Korean: Bada nuka Bing Bomb
RB made me do it.
OK, so it's only about 20ish. Translate the rest yourself.
Bada Bing to you all.
What a strange story. They also say that few days later Kings from strange lands had visited him. Why Kings? Who cares that Kings visited him? This is all very strange.
There is nothing strange about Sawyer. We knew Tom and Wendy had passionate sex. We knew Sawyer was coming. He didn't have any freaking Kings visit him so far, has he?. (well, if he did I would be very worried). We all rejoice in his coming into this shadow world. We know this is now going to take a lot of work in rasing this child. I can dress up like a King and follow the Star but I wouldn't want 30 years from now have some Judas collect silver for betraying him. Ever since they nailed Jesus to The Cross the humanity has been in decline. So here we are in 2003 where being human is highly overrated.
Thursday, January 09, 2003
In a suitably Gonzo marketing move, Cory has posted the entire text of the book online for downloading under a Creative Commons licence today (and the link above is to his blog for the book).
I really liked the book myself (I reviewed it in September).
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
Sunday, January 05, 2003
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blogadjama blogramma berida bimbala bloglandri blogalassassa laulitalomini
blogadji blogeri bin blassa bloglassala laula lonni cadorsu sassala bim
blogadjama tuffm i zimzalla binban blogligia wowolimai blogbin blogberi blogban
o katalominal rhinocerossola hopsamen laulitalomini hoooo
blogadjama rhinozerossola hopsamen
bloguku terullala blogaulala bada bing blooooo...
"...the satisfaction of unhealthy curiosity; private bell-ringing for inexplicable needs; bath; pecuniary difficulties; a stomach with repercussions on to life; the authority of the mystical baton formulated as the grand finale of a phantom orchestra with mute bows, lubricated by philtres with a basis of animal ammonia. With the blue monocle of an angel they have dug out its interior for twenty sous worth of unanimous gratitude. If all of them are right, and if all pills are only Pink, let's try for once not to be right....
this cross-blog citation in honor of Fishrush began here (well, actually it began here) and continues here (in comments), but feel free to continue it anywhere you like.