Friday, February 22, 2013

Friday Scramble

Language is a virus.

Malcolm and Eve.

I am a camera.

Sci-Fi, European Style.

Comes in colors everywhere.

An artist's city.

All that you can't leave behind.

Green portals.

There are a million stories in the naked city.

Friday Jukebox, a fun song set to an all time favorite show...

Friday, February 15, 2013

Friday Scramble

The creator of a favorite show speaks.

Topic A was even so in neolithic times.

A presidential romance.

I've got no use for the sequels but plenty of great stuff on the still wonderful first.

A primer on an essential show.

No, you're crying!

Reading every bestseller of the past century.

I hate snakes. But happy Lunar New Year!

A highly logical interview.

Music to chase memories by.

A daughter's story.

A strange legacy in Illinois.

Friday Jukebox, Spring is coming so to inspire you as we all get back into shape.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Mid Week Neruda: "Your Laughter"

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die. 

Friday, February 08, 2013

Friday Scramble

Rouge your knees, and roll your stockings down...

Saying goodbye before setting sail to the island of Where the Wild Things Are.

Giving new meaning to "underground cinema."

Do not pass Germany, Do not collect 200 marks...

A favorite turns forty.

On the right to make stories your own.

Words from a favorite author.

A breathtaking goodbye.

Won't you be my neighbor?

Friday Jukebox, A scene stealer...

Friday, February 01, 2013

Happy 100th Grand Central Terminal

Friday Scramble

And the list of movies to see got even longer.

This was me and Lost frankly.

"The minute you give up, you're giving someone else their break..."

The company of wolves.

You're it!

Lost in Russia.

"And all that's best of dark and bright..."

Bruce Lee was cooler than you.

Reuniting with an old friend.

A calling card.

How to love books.

The First Lady is also cooler than you.

Disco clams are a freak, a superfreak, they're superfreaky.

Maybe I'll get tired of these mashups, but not today.

Mother and child reunion.

Abandoned in Russia.

Unbearably cute.

Friday Jukebox, some information age pop with Laurie Anderson.