Saturday, December 11, 2010

“Der Gedanke an den Selbstmord ist ein starkes Trostmittel: mit ihm kommt man gut über manche böse Nacht hinweg.” — F. Nietzsche, Jenseits von Gut und Böse: Vorspiel einer Philosophie der Zukunft, Viertes Hauptstück: Sprüche und Zwischenspiele, 157.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Happy birthday... to me!

In case you've ever wondered what sort of cake I'd like... now you know.


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Tagged, pt II

Tagged by Rob, while idling in a waiting area, I thought I'd give this a shot. The rules:

Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen albums you've heard that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.



So, where to begin?

One caveat about this list: these shouldn't be considered my favorite albums, for while some are among them, several are not and simply represent discs that are very memorable to me for one reason or another. To take the last entry, the Shaw disc, as an example: there are some pieces on it that I don't care for at all, likewise for some of its composers. And yet that disc represents my first encounter with the works of Arvo Pärt and as such stands out strongly in my mind, for exposure to Pärt almost twenty years ago still exerts a major influence on my own compositions.

The original rules do suggest I tag others to do this as well—but I've never been much good at following rules, so I'll simply say this: if you're reading and wish to do it, consider yourself tagged.


Related: Tagged

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Korean Language Lesson

"From this point on, little children and pregnant women should not watch—because it won't be good for their education."

Saturday, July 31, 2010

A book for all children

Just discovered this and had to share the marvel:

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

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Borges, "El laberinto" y "El suicida"

Zeus no podría desatar las redes
de piedra que me cercan. He olvidado
los hombres que antes fui; [...]
Sé que en la sombra hay Otro, cuya suerte
es fatigar las largas soledades
que tejen y destejen este Hades
y ansiar mi sangre y devorar mi muerte.
Nos buscamos los dos. Ojalá fuera
éste el último día de la espera.

No quedará en la noche una estrella.
No quedará la noche.
Moriré y conmigo la suma
Del intolerable universo.
Borraré las pirámides, las medallas,
Los continentes y las caras.
Borraré la acumulación del pasado.
Haré polvo la historia, polvo el polvo.
Estoy mirando el último poniente.
Oigo el último pájaro.
Lego la nada a nadie.

A fragment, inspired by the preceding Borges and named "Nada a Nadie" for the last line, which I once meant to complete. I no longer have such expectations and present here only the surviving trifle, so truly lego la "Nada a Nadie".