Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
by Dylan Thomas
And wilt thou leave me thus?
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Ragged and broken and grubby with grime
Wishing these hands and thoughts not mine
Praying I right this self with time
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Gasping and breathless alone on the floor
Dizzy with despair like never before
If only my reflection no resemblance I bore
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Fighting doubt and cynicism to grasp
Beyond defeat to seek-hunt Your clasp?
You say You come to all those who ask
But wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.
And wilt thou leave me thus?
On my wrongs turn your back and flee,
Leave me die of thirst with no last plea?
Only touch Your hem and I will be free
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
Ragged and broken and grubby with grime
Wishing these hands and thoughts not mine
Praying I right this self with time
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Gasping and breathless alone on the floor
Dizzy with despair like never before
If only my reflection no resemblance I bore
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Fighting doubt and cynicism to grasp
Beyond defeat to seek-hunt Your clasp?
You say You come to all those who ask
But wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.
And wilt thou leave me thus?
On my wrongs turn your back and flee,
Leave me die of thirst with no last plea?
Only touch Your hem and I will be free
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
Kitty, Daisy and Lewis
My wife showed me these kids and their version of Going Up The Country
(originally by Canned Heat) has been stuck in my head ever since. They have a real cool concept.
Good rock-a-billy. Good jump blues. Good swing. They did this in 2008. They've done a lot since.
No Doctor's Today, Thank You
They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful,
well, today I feel euphorian,
Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetitite of a
Victorian.
Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes,
Today I am a swashbuckler, would anybody like me to buckle
any swashes?
This is my euphorian day,
I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away.
I will tame me a caribou
And bedeck it with marabou.
I will pen me my memoirs.
Ah youth, youth! What euphorian days them was!
I wasn't much of a hand for the boudoirs,
I was generally to be found where the food was.
Does anybody want any flotsam?
I've gotsam.
Does anybody want any jetsam?
I can getsam.
I can play chopsticks on the Wurlitzer,
I can speak Portuguese like a Berlitzer.
I can don or doff my shoes without tying or untying the laces because
I am wearing moccasins,
And I practically know the difference between serums and antitoccasins.
Kind people, don't think me purse-proud, don't set me down as
vainglorious,
I'm just a little euphorious.
by Ogden Nash
Maeya Carter Ryan
This girl is 11! How does an 11 year old have a voice like this?
http://www.wgntv.com/news/morningnews/wgntv-amazing-11-year-old-singer-20120831,0,6321406.story
http://www.wgntv.com/news/morningnews/wgntv-amazing-11-year-old-singer-20120831,0,6321406.story
A great steak
I think Gordon Ramsay is nothing short of an artist. I have admirred him as a chef for some time. He is the perfect blend of mechanical autocrat and culinary explorer. And I think he is a very fair person.
I like his American shows, Kitchen Nightmares and Hell's Kitchen. And I got the following clip from his British Show, The F Word.
I just tried this recipe and it F-ing rocks.
I couldn't leave well enough alone, though. I added corriander to the seasoning and I didn't have rosemary. This was awesome. I want to try it with a red wine marinade of about 10 minutes.
Oh, also. Gordon failed to mention (at least in this cropped clip) that the steal should sit out for like 20 minutes to get to room temperature. That pan is too be really smoking hot. If the meat is too cold in the center, the juices won't mingle enough.
I like his American shows, Kitchen Nightmares and Hell's Kitchen. And I got the following clip from his British Show, The F Word.
I just tried this recipe and it F-ing rocks.
I couldn't leave well enough alone, though. I added corriander to the seasoning and I didn't have rosemary. This was awesome. I want to try it with a red wine marinade of about 10 minutes.
Oh, also. Gordon failed to mention (at least in this cropped clip) that the steal should sit out for like 20 minutes to get to room temperature. That pan is too be really smoking hot. If the meat is too cold in the center, the juices won't mingle enough.
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