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untitled [Mar. 27th, 2007|11:43 am]
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[Current Mood |desirous of freedom]

i got a car, i got some gas
Oh let's get out of here
Get out of here fast
Ooh everyone's confused
So i stay in my room
If i go, i don't want
To go alone

I hope you get this message
Oh you're not home
I could be there in
Ten minutes or so
Ooh i got my things
We'll make it up as we go along
Oh with you i could
Never be alone
Never be alone

lyrics by Pearl Jam
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(no subject) [Feb. 22nd, 2007|11:35 am]
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

- Rudyard Kipling
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(no subject) [Nov. 22nd, 2006|10:16 am]
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[Current Mood |crazycrazy]

I'm going slightly mad

When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something?
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue
I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened - I'm slightly mad
Oh dear!
I'm one card short of a full deck
I'm not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
I'm not at my usual top billing
I'm coming down with a fever
I'm really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think I'm a banana tree
Oh dear, I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened, happened
It finally happened uh huh
It finally happened I'm slightly mad - oh dear!
I'm knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast its true
I'm driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you?
I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened oh yes
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad!
Just very slightly mad!
And there you have it!

by the fabulous Queen, of course
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(no subject) [Oct. 24th, 2006|12:25 pm]
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Лотова жена

Жена же Лотова оглянула
позади его и стала соляным столпом.

Книга Бытия

И праведник шел за посланником бога,
Огромный и светлый, по черной горе.
Но громко жене говорила тревога:
Не поздно, ты можешь еще посмотреть
На красные башни родного Содома,
На площадь, где пела, на двор, где пряла,
На окна пустые высокого дома,
Где милому мужу детей родила.

Взглянула - и, скованы смертною болью,
Глаза ее больше смотреть не могли;
И сделалось тело прозрачною солью,
И быстрые ноги к земле приросли.

Кто женщину эту оплакивать будет?
Не меньшей ли мнится она из утрат?
Лишь сердце мое никогда не забудет
Отдавшую жизнь за единственный взгляд.

Lot's Wife

But his wife looked back from behind him,
and she became a pillar of salt.

Book of Genesis

The righteous man followed God's messenger,
Enormous and bright, across the black hill.
But the voice of distress spoke loud to his wife:
"It's not too late, you can still look back
At the red parapets of your native Sodom,
At the square where you sang, the yard where you spun,
At the vacant windows of that tall house
Where you bore children to your dear husband."

She looked back and bound in deadly pain,
Her eyes were no longer able to see;
Her body turned to transparent salt,
Her nimble legs grew into the ground.

Who will lament this woman's fate?
Does she not seem the least of things lost?
My heart alone will never forget her,
Who forfeited life for a single glance.

24th February 1924, Anna Akhmatova
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"Le Petit Prince" [Oct. 18th, 2006|12:16 pm]
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[Current Mood |happyhappy]

C'est ainsi que j'ai abandonné à l'âge de six ans un e magnifique carrière de peintre. J'avais été découragé par l'insuccès de mon dessin numéro 1 et de mon dessin numéro 2. Les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules, et c'est fatiguant, pour les enfants, de toujours et toujours leur donner des explications...

And thus, at the age of six, I abandoned a magnificent career in painting. I had been discouraged by the failure of my drawing number 1, and my drawing number 2. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is wearing for children to be forever giving them explanations...

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

(by the way that's only my translation, I'm not quite sure of all of my tenses since i haven't covered some of them yet)
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percentages, gotta love 'em.... [Oct. 6th, 2006|09:06 am]
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[Current Mood |amusedamused]

We're overeating. To the tune 500 calories per day. That's how many more calories we routinely eat today versus 30 years ago. No wonder we're gaining weight!

Where do the extra calories come from? Sweetened beverages and fast food are two oft-mentioned culprits, but I put my money on expanding portion sizes contributing to our expanding waistlines.

You've probably encountered one of the Frisbee-size cookies strategically placed next to the cash register at delis and quick stops. Did you know that those cookies are 700 times bigger than a standard cookie? Virtually every kind of food is now larger than it used to be: Muffins are 333 percent larger; pasta servings, 450 percent larger; and bagels, 200 percent bigger than they were 30 years ago.

Wow.. did you say seven hundred times bigger than a standard cookie? that is a lot of calories.... in fact, it would represent somewhere in the region of 35 packets of Maryland cookies, amalgamated into one giant cookie mass... they must have really big ovens :o
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Gnome vs nome [Oct. 5th, 2006|09:24 am]
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[Current Mood |creativecreative]

Courtesy of the New Oxford Dictionary of English, 1998, 2001:

gnome - a legendary dwarfish creature supposed to guard the earth's treasures underground; a small garden ornament in the form of a bearded man with a pointed hat; a small ugly person; a person regarded as having secret or sinister influence, especially in financial matters. mid 16th cent. from the French, from modern Latin gnomus. a word used as a synonym of Pygmaeus, denoting a mythical race of very small people said to inhabit parts of Ethipopia and India (i.e. the origin of pygmy obviously).

2 A short statement encapsulating a general truth, a maxim. late 16th cent.: from the Greek gnome 'thought, opinion', related to gignoskein 'know' (I didn't know that... now when my hubby comes out with his favourite 'you have just stated a truism' I can reply with 'I like to think of it as a gnome'...)

so no, in answer to keletkezes, there is no connection; as much as we'd like to imagine the nomes being ruled by an underground nomarchy of evil bearded garden ornaments :)

"what a difference a G makes.... many more evil powers... what a difference a day makes... evil pygmy with flowers... bum-bum-bum-buuuumm!" (my own composition, see mood :p )
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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2006|02:45 pm]
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[Current Music |BBC 4: The Invention of Childhood]

nomarch - the governor of an ancient Egyptian nome; the senior administrator of a modern Greek nomarchy.

nome one of the thirty-six territorial divisions of ancient Egypt; an administrative dividsion of modern Greece.

from the Greek nomos 'division', archy being 'government'.
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(no subject) [Oct. 3rd, 2006|08:36 am]
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'... the story of "grog" does manage to truthfully invoke both seafaring and, if not royalty, at least an Admiral. The story begins with Admiral Edward Vernon (1684-1757) of the British Royal Navy. In 1740, Admiral Vernon issued an order that henceforth all sailors in the Royal Navy would be served a daily ration of rum mixed with water. While that might sound like the sort of order that would be popular with seamen, it was not, because up until that point they had been entitled to a daily ration of undiluted ("neat") rum.

The sailors of the Royal Navy were, to put it mildly, severely ticked off by Vernon's order. Vernon himself had long been known to the rank and file as "Old Grog," a reference to the grogram cloak he always wore aboard ship. ("Grogram," from the French "gros grain" (large grain), is a type of coarse cloth made of wool, mohair and silk.) Seething over their watered-down rum rations, the men quickly transferred the Admiral's nickname to the feeble drink itself, and rum cut with water was thereafter known in the Navy as "grog."'

source: http://www.word-detective.com/021804.html
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À la Français?.... [Oct. 2nd, 2006|01:32 pm]
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[Current Mood |amusedamused]

Most people here tell me 'you're not learning French, you're learning Québecois'- bearing that in mind, here's a small sample of Québecois slang, learned in the last few days....

to be bandé is to have a hard-on (learned this when i was trying to tell hubby that bumblebee gobies were striped)

un tronche a nerd

être chaud (rather than to 'avoir chaud') to be drunk (rather than to feel hot).
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