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Altosur Malbec 2006 - Argentina
Lush berries are the dominant flavors in this wine, with a bit of earthiness and spice thrown in. Nice round tannins with a long smooth finish.
Interesting study. It claims that the pay gap dissapears within couples that both share progressive views on gender.
Score one for TN…I mean, um…wait.
This is only a snippet…he did some stuff that seemed a lot more complicated. Either way, I liked it.
As I walked up Pike after work the other night I heard a catchy rythm. It got louder until I realised it was just one guy on a corner with a few cymbols, a drum, and some random percussion instruments in front of him. I wanted to stop and listen, but at the time I didn’t have any cash to tip him with, and I enjoyed the music enough that I actually wanted to. Thankfully he was back tonight. I had a dollar, and he (Josh) was nice enough to let me take a video and some pics. His CD is called Beatstick Orion. Next time I’ll bring $5 and get one. The whole time we chatted he continued what seemed to me a pretty complex percussion sequence.
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold
I’ve owned William Butler Yeats’ selected poems for a few years, and regrettably rarely looked at it. When I picked it off the shelf and opened it at random today, it fell to one of my favorite poems from High School. It’s also one of the few poems I actually know by him.
The Second Coming
- Turning and turning in the widening gyre
- The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
- Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
- Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
- The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
- The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
- The best lack all conviction, while the worst
- Are full of passionate intensity.
- Surely some revelation is at hand;
- Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
- The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
- When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
- Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
- A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
- A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
- Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
- Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
- The darkness drops again; but now I know
- That twenty centuries of stony sleep
- Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
- And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
- Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- 1920
Beats killing a goat
- Cory: I can't write. I've fallen out of favor with the writing gods.
- Me: what kind of sacrifice does that require ?
- Cory: I think you have to sacrifice a #2 pencil. Or maybe a moleskin.
