Saturday, November 18, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
I see a face... again!
My first video on Youtube... :O)
The face is between the 6th and 8th second, on the road...
Thursday, November 16, 2006
fun with a tripod
Well, friends, thought I'd make an appearance. I'm sure you've all been losing sleep at night wondering what I've been up to. Just school, school, more school, and a bit of insanity for good measure. And a tripod. I borrowed a tripod from a friend and caught a few shots of myself. A little mindless stress relief...
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
... l'estaca ...
.... Lluís Llach i Grande (born May 7, 1948 in Girona, Spain) is a Catalan musician and songwriter. He sings in Catalan. As this language was prohibited under Franco and Llach refused to sing in Spanish, he was forced to leave Spain for the exile in Paris. After Francisco Franco died, Llach returned to Spain in 1976.the stake - lluis llach ...Grandpa Siset spoke with me - Early in the morning, in the frontdoor While we were wainting for the sun - And we saw passing the cars Siset, don't you see the stake - Where we all are tied? If we cannot undo it - we won't be able to walk! If we all pull it, it will fall - And it can't last much time, Surely it falls, falls, falls, - must be worm-eatn by now. If i pull hard towards here, - And you pull it towards there, I'm sure it falls, falls, falls, - And we'll be able to be free! But it's been a long time, now! - My hands are peeling! And when my force goes - It's wider and bigger. Yes I know it's rotten, - but you know, Siset, it's so heavy, Sometimes force forgets me. - Say me again your singing: If we all pull it, it will fall - And it can't last much time, Surely it falls, falls, falls, - must be worm-eatn by now. If i pull hard towards here, - you pull it towards there, I'm sure it falls, falls, falls, - we'll be able to be free! Grandpa Siset doesn't speak anymore - Bad wind took him away Who knows where, he, - And me, here under the door And when new boys pass by - strech my neck to sing Siset's last singing - The last thing he taught me. If we all pull it, it will fall - And it can't last much time, Surely it falls, falls, falls, - It must be worm-eatn by now. If i pull hard towards here, - And you pull it towards there, I'm sure it falls, falls, falls, - we'll be able to be free!.