She: Have you seen my glasses?
He: Sorry, I haven't seen them.
She: Huh?
He: I haven't seen them.
She: I can't hear you.
He: No! I haven't seen them.
She: Why are you always shouting at me??!!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Secret Tears
Secret Tears
We lived together, you and I,
Like strangers, who could never share,
Who never could together cry.
Why were we so ashamed to care?
My mother dead - you with no wife.
Sharing pain was never our way.
An old Crosby tune brought your pain to life,
And you turned from me as it began to play.
"I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places,
That this heart of mine embraces, all day through."
I pass behind you, remaining discreet,
As you stare out the front door, through the screen,
Feigning an unwarranted interest in the street,
Your moist eyes focused on something unseen,
Some moment past, with my mother, your wife,
Some summer evening of passion and play.
Silent, you weep as Bing sings your life.
"I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day,
In everything that's light and gay,
I'll always think of you that way."
Even now, from a distance of thirty odd years,
I see you still standing in that same place.
Silently keeping your secret tears,
Turned from me as they wet your face.
And ghostly and faint, I can still hear,
Distant, but clearly, the final refrain,
Of that maudlin tune from a bygone year,
That filled your heart with such wrenching pain.
"I'll find you in the mornin' sun, and when the night is new,
I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you."
(Quoted passages excerpted from "I'll Be Seeing You" by Irving Kahal and Sammy Fain, 1944)
Mark A. Clark, 2000
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sometimes, when I'm bored...
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I do not have the beauty of life as well. Blood ourselves. Do not let your eyes like that despite everything,''balderdash''clauses. I do not have the beauty of life as well. Just nice to have our side of the people we love. If there is, of course. If Nanay. Then go throw yourself down atakuleden.
Fortunately my favorite specimen is a little man. Sometimes drool, and out of work and love of crap I've been turned into a butterfly, or even why I'm willing to be keko this specimen of human being there.
Anyway, without much love pıtırcığı my blog and fill in the appropriate user manual would like to vah'larla ah'larla.
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Some languages translate well, but Turkish is apparently not one of them. I can rarely get even the vaguest idea what she's talking about. She posts some interesting pictures though, so I close my eyes and imagine the room dense with cigarette smoke and the walls vibrating to the sound of bongo drums and I read the translation.
Some folks are easily entertained, I guess...
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Back in Black - Glenn Beck's Nazi Tourette's
Lewis Black's rif on Glenn Beck on last night's "Daily Show" was brilliant!
| The Daily Show With Jon Stewart | Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c | |||
| Back in Black - Glenn Beck's Nazi Tourette's | ||||
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Monday, May 10, 2010
No Time for Talkin' Left
When will the lovers heed the Master's cry?
The bell has rung; the time has come to start.
No time for talkin' left, it's do or die!
Together we provide the means whereby,
The plan of God reveals its holy art.
When will the lovers heed the Master's cry?
Our mighty task, then, no one can deny,
For each of us must take his chosen part,
No time for talkin' left, it's do or die!
This errant mankind soon must need apply,
All that this vital wisdom may impart,
When will the lovers heed the Master's cry?
And thus, His sweet defenders' task, thereby,
Unfurled, is written bold on history's chart.
No time for talkin' left, it's do or die!
At last the time has come for us to fly,
Unseal the holy tablet of your heart.
When will the lovers heed the Master's cry?
No time for talkin' left, it's do or die!
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