Tich Miller by Wendy Cope (1945- )

Tich Miller wore glasseswith elastoplast-pink frames
and had one foot three sizes larger than the other.
When they picked teams for outdoor games
she and I were always the last two
left standing by the wire-mesh fence.

We avoided one another's eyesstooping,
perhaps, to re-tie a shoelace,or affecting interest in the flight
of some fortunate bird, and pretendednot to hear the urgent conference:
'Have Tubby!' 'No, no, have Tich!'

Usually they chose me, the lesser dud,
and she lolloped,
unselected,to the back of the other team.

At eleven we went to different schools.
In time I learned to get my own back,
sneering at hockey-players who couldn't spell.

Tich died when she was twelve.
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Welcome to 2009

Happy New Year!! :)

ok a wee bit delayed but anyhoo... The River is I suppose a suitable song to descirbe what's going on with me. I've been quite overwhelmed with everything since coming back from coop. Even the doctor descirbed me as having 'post placement symptoms'- something he's working on getting recognised!

Couldn't sleep til after 4 last night. Got up made toast, cleaned the bathroom and a little bit of kitchen, hand washed a few bits. Skipped classes today. Taking a new stressfree attitude to college. Being too serious and beating myself up for not being the perfect student hasn't got me far before, it has resulted in an F and D2 so F that! On Munchkins advice I'm to go have a pint in the college bar. :)

I would like to encourage a fuck it attitude to college.

The River, best not sang by Garth Brooks

THE RIVER

You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores...

andI will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry

Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide...
yesI will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry

There's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captainI can make it through them all...
yesI will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination....

Silent night in Irish

today I sang a bit of this in German class because everyone else had to sing Christmas songs in their own language.

Oíche chiúin,
oíche Mhic Dé,Cách 'na suan,
dís araon,Dís is dílse ag faire le spéis,
Naí beag gnaoi-gheal ceanántais caomh
Críost ina chodladh go séimh.
Críost ina chodladh go séimh,

Mack the Knife

Es ist hat nicht so viel mit die Dunkelheit auf Englisch zu tun. Aber ist leichter zu verstanden! :)

And the shark, he has teeth
And he wears them in his face
And Macheath, he has a knife
But the knife you don't see
On a beautiful blue Sunday
Lies a dead man on the Strand
And a man goes around the corner
Whom they call Mack the Knife
And Schmul Meier stays missing
As do some rich men
And his money has Mack the Knife,
On whom they can't pin anything.
Jenny Towler was found
With a knife in her chest
And on the wharf walks Mack the Knife,
Who knows nothing about all this.
And the minor-aged widow,
Whose name everyone knows,
Woke up and was violated
Mack, what was your price?
And some are in the darkness
And the others in the light
But you only see those in the light
Those in the darkness you don't see
But you only see those in the light
Those in the darkness you don't see

Mackie Messer

Ich hoere gern diese Lied denn habe ich zuerst im deutsch Unterricht im Irland gehoert. Es klingt sehr optimisch (die Musik) obwohl es um Mord geht!!


Und der Haifisch, der hat Zähne
Und die trägt er im Gesicht
Und Macheath, der hat ein Messer
Doch das Messer sieht man nicht
An 'nem schönen blauen Sonntag
Liegt ein toter Mann am Strand
Und ein Mensch geht um die Ecke,
Den man Mackie Messer nennt
Und Schmul Meier bleibt verschwunden
Und so mancher reiche Mann
Und sein Geld hat Mackie Messer
Dem man nichts beweisen kann
Jenny Towler ward gefunden
Mit 'nem Messer in der Brust
Und am Kai geht Mackie Messer,
Der von allem nichts gewußt
Und die minderjährige Witwe
Deren Namen jeder weiß
Wachte auf und war geschändet
Mackie welches war dein Preis?
Refrain
Und die einen sind im Dunkeln
Und die anderen sind im Licht
Doch man sieht nur die im Lichte
Die im Dunkeln sieht man nicht
Doch man sieht nur die im Lichte
Die im Dunkeln sieht man nicht

Sonny don't go away

1 Sonny lives on a farm, in a wide open space 4 1 4 1 You can take off your sneakers and give up the race 5 You can lay down your head, on a sweet river bed 4 1 5 Sonny always remembers the words Mamma says 1 Sonny don't go away, I'm here all alone 4 1 4 1 Your Daddy's a sailor who never comes home, 5 Nights get so long, and the silence goes on, 4 1 5 I'm feeling so tired and I'm not all that strong Sonny carries a load, though he's barely a man There ain't that much to do, but he does what he can And he watches the sea from a room by the stairs And the waves keep on rolling, they've done that for years and for years It's a hundred miles to town, Sonny's never been there But he goes to the highway and stands there and stares And the mail comes at four the mailman is old Sonny still dreams his dreams full of silver and gold Sonny's dreams can't be real, they're just stories he's read There's stars in his eyes, there's dreams in his head And he hungers inside for that wide world outside But he knows he can't hold it, though he's tried, and he's tried

hands clean

If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened
If you weren't so wise beyond your years
I would've been able to control myself
If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful and
If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much

you oughta know

You Oughta Know"I want you to know, that I'm happy for youI wish nothing but the best for you bothAn older version of meIs she perverted like meWould she go down on you in a theatreDoes she speak eloquentlyAnd would she have your babyI'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't ableTo make it enough for you to be open wide, noAnd every time you speak her nameDoes she know how you told me you'd hold meUntil you died, till you diedBut you're still aliveAnd I'm here to remind youOf the mess you left when you went awayIt's not fair to deny meOf the cross I bear that you gave to meYou, you, you oughta knowYou seem very well, things look peacefulI'm not quite as well, I thought you should knowDid you forget about me Mr. DuplicityI hate to bug you in the middle of dinnerIt was a slap in the face how quickly I was replacedAre you thinking of me when you fuck her?'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't ableTo make it enough for you to be open wide, noAnd every time you speak her nameDoes she know how you told me you'd hold meUntil you died, til you diedBut you're still aliveAnd I'm here to remind youOf the mess you left when you went awayIt's not fair to deny meOf the cross I bear that you gave to meYou, you, you oughta know'cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was meAnd I'm not gonna fadeAs soon as you close your eyes and you know itAnd every time I scratch my nails down someone else's backI hope you feel it...well can you feel itWell, I'm here to remind youOf the mess you left when you went awayIt's not fair to deny meOf the cross I bear that you gave to meYou, you, you oughta know

Stefan Heym, author of Schwarzenberg

Helmut Flieg (April 10, 1913 - December 16, 2001) was a German-Jewish writer, known by his pseudonym Stefan Heym. He lived in the United States (or served in its army abroad) between 1935 and 1952, before moving back to the part of his now-partitioned native Germany which was the German Democratic Republic (GDR, "East Germany"). He published works in English and German at home and abroad, and despite longstanding criticism of the GDR remained a committed socialist.Helmut Flieg (April 10, 1913 - December 16, 2001) was a German-Jewish writer, known by his pseudonym Stefan Heym. He lived in the United States (or served in its army abroad) between 1935 and 1952, before moving back to the part of his now-partitioned native Germany which was the German Democratic Republic (GDR, "East Germany"). He published works in English and German at home and abroad, and despite longstanding criticism of the GDR remained a committed socialist.

don't take life too seriously

bashing the candle,
Bleeding the weasel,
bleedin the weed,
buffing the banana,
bopping the baloney,
burping the worm,
choking the chicken,
cleaning your rifle,
corking the bat,
cranking the shank,
cuffing the carrot,
fisting your mister,
flogging your dog,
floggin the frog,
flogging the hog,
flogging the log,
flute solo,
jerkin'the gherkin,
looping the mule,
manual override,
painting the pickle,
pocket pinball,
pocket pool,
polishing the banister,
polishing the rocket,
pounding your flounder,
pumping the python,
roping the pony,
spanking the monkey,
teasing the weasel,
tossing the turkey,
walking the dog,
whipping the willy,
wonking your cronker,
yanking the crank.

The Philosophy of Time Travel by Roberta Ann Sparrow

The Tangent Universe
....The Primary Universe is fraught with great peril.
War, plague, famine and natural disaster are common.
Death comes to us all.
....The Fourth Dimension of Time is a stable construct,
though it is not impenetrable.
....Incidents when the fabric of the fourth dimension
becomes corrupted are incredibly rare.
....If a Tangent Universe occurs, it will be highly
unstable, sustaining itself for no longer than several
weeks.
....Eventually it will collapse upon itself, forming a
black hole within the Primary Universe capable of
destroying all existence.

3 methods by which we may learn wisdom

First by reflection which is the noblest,

second by imitation which is easiest,

and third by exerience which is the bitterest.

Phonetics of auld lang syne

This is the phonetic transcription of the song. I just started to learn symbols like this in German phonetics class last week! So I was pleasantly surprised to see it outside of the classroom. However to be honest..I can't say I can read it yet!

ʃɪd o̜ːld ə.kwɛn.təns bi fəɾ.ɡot,ən nɪ.vəɾ brɔxt tɪ məin ?ʃɪd o̜ːld ə.kwɛn.təns bi fəɾ.ɡot,ən o̜ːl lɑŋ səin ?
CHORUS:
fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin, mɑ diːɾ,
fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin,
wiːl tɑk ə kʌp ə kəin.nəs jɛt,
fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin.
ən ʃeːr.li jiːl bi juːɾ pəin.stʌup !ən ʃeːr.li ɑːl bi məin !ən wiːl tɑk ə kʌp ə kəin.nəs jɛt,fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin.
CHORUS
wi two̜̜ː heː rɪn ə.but ðə breːz,ən puːd ðə ɡʌu.ənz fəin ;bʌt wiːv wɑn.əɾt mʌ.ne ə wiːɾɪ fɪt,sɪn o̜ːl laŋ səin.
CHORUS
wi two̜̜ː heː pe.dlt ɪn ðə bʌɾn,freː moːɾ.nɪn sɪn tɪl dəin ;bʌt siːz ə.twin ʌs bred heː roːrdsɪn o̜lː laŋ səin.
CHORUS
ən ðeːrz ə ho̜ːn, mɑ trʌs.tɪ fi:ɾ !ən ɡiːz ə ho̜ːn ə ðəin !ən wiːl tak ə rɪxt ɡɪd wʌ.lɪ wo̜ːxt,fəɾ o̜lː laŋ səin.ʃɪd o̜ːld ə.kwɛn.təns bi fəɾ.ɡot,ən nɪ.vəɾ brɔxt tɪ məin ?ʃɪd o̜ːld ə.kwɛn.təns bi fəɾ.ɡot,ən o̜ːl lɑŋ səin ?
CHORUS:
fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin, mɑ diːɾ,
fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin,
wiːl tɑk ə kʌp ə kəin.nəs jɛt,
fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin.
ən ʃeːr.li jiːl bi juːɾ pəin.stʌup !ən ʃeːr.li ɑːl bi məin !ən wiːl tɑk ə kʌp ə kəin.nəs jɛt,fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin.
CHORUS
wi two̜̜ː heː rɪn ə.but ðə breːz,ən puːd ðə ɡʌu.ənz fəin ;bʌt wiːv wɑn.əɾt mʌ.ne ə wiːɾɪ fɪt,sɪn o̜ːl laŋ səin.
CHORUS
wi two̜̜ː heː pe.dlt ɪn ðə bʌɾn,freː moːɾ.nɪn sɪn tɪl dəin ;bʌt siːz ə.twin ʌs bred heː roːrdsɪn o̜lː laŋ səin.
CHORUS
ən ðeːrz ə ho̜ːn, mɑ trʌs.tɪ fi:ɾ !ən ɡiːz ə ho̜ːn ə ðəin !ən wiːl tak ə rɪxt ɡɪd wʌ.lɪ wo̜ːxt,fəɾ o̜lː laŋ səin.

Auld Lang Syne

I'm planning to celebrate New Year's Eve in Edinburgh with just myself and Neil. I think there will be something magical singing this in the place where it originated as the new year is rang in! :)

Should old acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to mind ?Should old acquaintance be forgot,and old lang syne ?
CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !And surely I’ll buy mine !And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,for auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We two have run about the slopes,and picked the daisies fine ;But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,since auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We two have paddled in the stream,from morning sun till dine† ;But seas between us broad have roaredsince auld lang syne.
CHORUS
And there’s a hand my trusty friend !And give us a hand o’ thine !And we’ll take a right good-will draught,for auld lang syne.
CHORUS

Heinrich Heine

Ein Kluger bemerkt alles,

ein Dummer macht ueber alles eine Bemerkung...

My favourite singer and song

There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
There's a science fictionin the space between
You and meA fabrication a grand scheme.
Where I am the scary monsterI eat the city and as I leave the scene

In my spaceship I am laughing

In your remembrance of your bad dream
There's no one but you standing
Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to getrespect and compassion
And for posterity
Your write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between
There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
is the best thing
is the best thing...

Also

Es ist schon eine Woche als ich dies Blog angefangen habe. Es ware gut ein Zusammenfassung zu schreiben.

Es ist wie ein Fluss. Ich lass es fliessen. Nicht laenger ist es ein Aufgabe. Es ist nicht eckig sonst ohne Grenzen, ohne Regel. Einfach ist es ein BLOG. :) Ich finde das Wort blog ganz toll. Sag es- blog. blog blog bloggedy blog! Laecherlich... Es ist mein Tagesbuch. Ich finde es leicht zu schreiben als ich immer an Laptop bin.

Heute Abend hat Ali und ich ein Film namens 'A complete history of my sexual failures'. Es war ein Sundance Fesival Film und habe ich es sehr gut gefunden.

Ludwig van Beethoven, ever thine, ever mine, ever ours

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

ever thine

ever mine

ever ours

It's from Sex and the city which I really like! It actually made me cry the two times I've watched it. Shush shush...

<3

I knew i loved you before I met you