Lessee...a trip to Sweat City, complete with an excellent Grilled Dinner at the hands of the Exalted Crapmeister...a Wednesday evening return flight that arrived in Atlanta shortly before all hell broke loose in London, jacking up the Terror Alert Level a notch or two...
...it’s Damn Good to be home.
The iPod d’Elisson is ready to spew forth its Weekly Random Assortment of Goodies for us. What say we take a look?
- Sunflowers - Paul Cantelon, Everything Is Illuminated soundtrack
- Women We Haven’t Met - Minus The Bear
- Act I, Scene 1: “News has a kind of mystery” - John Adams, Nixon In China
Nixon: News has a kind of mystery:
When I shook hands with Chou En-lai
On this bare field outside Peking
Just now, the world was listening.
Chou: May I -
Nixon: Though we spoke quietly
The eyes and ears of history
Caught every gesture -
Chou: - introduce -
Nixon: And every word, transforming us
As we, transfixed, -
Chou: - the Deputy
Minister of Security.
Nixon: Made history.
Chou: May I -
Nixon: On our flight over from Shanghai
Chou: -The Minister -
Nixon: - the countryside
Looked drab and grey. “Breughel,” Pat said.
“We came in peace for all mankind”
I said, and I was put in mind
Of our Apollo astronauts
Chou: - of the United States
Nixon: Achieving a great human dream.
We live in an unsettled time.
Who are our enemies? Who are
Our friends? The Eastern Hemisphere
Beckoned to us, and we have flown
East of the sun, west of the moon
Across an ocean of distrust
Filled with the bodies of our lost;
The earth’s Sea of Tranquillity.
It’s prime time in the U.S.A.
Yesterday night. They watch us now;
The three main networks’ colors glow
Livid through drapes onto the lawn.
Dishes are washed and homework done,
The dog and grandma fall asleep,
A car roars past playing loud pop,
Is gone. As I look down the road
I know America is good
At heart. An old cold warrior
Piloting towards an unknown shore
Through shoals. The rats begin to chew
The sheets. There’s murmuring below.
Now there’s ingratitude! My hand
Is steady as a rock. A sound
Like mourning doves reaches my ears,
Nobody is a friend of ours.
The nation’s heartland skips a beat
As our hands shield the spinning globe
From the flame-throwers of the mob.
We must press on. We know we want -
What? Oh yes -
Kissinger: Mr. President -
- Delhin Yöt - Alamaailman Vasarat
- Litha - Chick Corea
- Nowadays - Chicago, The Musical - Original Broadway Cast
- Resolution - Mahavishnu Orchestra
- Video - Ben Folds
- Come With Us - The Chemical Brothers
- Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors - Radiohead
It’s Friday. What are you listening to?