“America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.”
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Perhaps the greatest poem ever written...
I Love All Beauteous Things
I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.
I too will something make
And joy in the making!
Altho' tomorrow it seem'
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered, on waking.
Robert Seymour Bridges
Take me down to the paranormal city where the girls are green and they have three titties...
Oh, won't you please take me home?
The countdown has begun to the thread's very own P2K (post 2000)
OK let's get over this, it's just a remote thread on a teaching forum. So I present for you the Ajarn.com alternative Olympic closing ceremony.
Well I think she's cute and she's got more spirit than some badminton players I could mention.
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Post 2000 ... the ultimate post for our night shift.
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I will never forget the New Year's Day Viennese concert at London's Barbican hall. The year 2000 with all the millennium hype had dwarfed any thoughts of 2001 and the programme was just the usual Strauss waltzes. The very first piece of music played at the Barbican in 2001 was not, however, listed or advertised....
What do you mean: where are the monkeys? You're reading this. :-)
Normal service may now be resumed....
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Someone reminded me of this today and I did that, 'ah! No! Fuck off! ' thing. We all have our own versions. Like biting your hands when you hear Camouflage (he was an awfully big Marine.) That kind of thing?
This is Wood Green High Road in 1988 to me. I used to get the bus from the stop outside Our Price.
It's shit, mind.
Daaance! Cracked me up.
Fuck. It won't embed.
Yaaaaay!!! Love it.
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"Take this, brother; may it serve you well."
It's got a Walkman in it! Points for the Walkman. I only had the cheapo Dixon's versions. I didst so covet my neighbour's Sony.
(Still listening. Hang on.)
S'alright is that, Bill.
Regular readers may recall that I solved the question, some six months ago, of why the chicken crossed the road. The answer was simple: it was following another chicken.
Now the answer of another of life's nagging questions has revealed itself to me. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? As you will see below, every Thai knows the answer to this, and I suspect that is why they are constantly smiling as though they know something we don't. The chicken comes before the egg.
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There's a lovely Thai tongue twister that goes: "Ky kye gai kai" or something like that.
It translates as "Who sells the eggs?"
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
Here's a nice little tune the Germans all know ....