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12Aug/150

Head to Toe

Posted by Quinn

Blue Angel. 1930. Before most of our parents were born.  In Europe, lusty lust was not lost, but America diluted its fire water into warm milk.  I'm gonna try to capture the spirit of Frederick Hollander's lyrics made famous by Marlene Dietrich.  Apologies to the dead for this poor man's rendering of "Falling In Love Again".

Some side-wise beauty flickers,
Some "je ne sais-pas-quoi".
Like fool's gold, a glimmer,
but the shine is faint and dull.

And then my eyes catch yours,
and then we're face-to-face,
and now we're falling forward,
down into wordless space.

Always, from head to toe,
I'm aching for your touch.
Beyond the dream of us,
there is nothing.

All things we are we've made--
together all there is.
All that's hers is his,
and I'm helpless.

Others flit 'round me,
like moths drawn to the flame,
and they will all burn soon,
but you'll always remain.

Always, from head to toe,
I'm aching for your touch.
Beyond the dream of us,
there is nothing.

Trembling beneath my hands,
with urgent burning want,
I'm haunted by the terror,
that you'll be going away.

Not one precious drop of you,
would I dare to waste.
I starve for just a taste,
and I love it.

I am from head to toe,
so aching for your touch.
Beyond the dream of us,
there is nothing.

All things we are we've made--
together all there is.
All that's hers is his,
and I'm helpless.

Others flit 'round me,
like moths drawn to the flame,
and they will all burn soon,
but you'll always remain.

I am from head to toe,
so aching for your touch.
Beyond the dream of us,
there is nothing.

I'll be updating the lyrics sporadically, as the whim strikes me.  It seems each time I do, I wander further from the proper meter.  Do add your thoughts in the comments.

21Jul/150

Shell Nuggets: Musing on Dates

Posted by Quinn

Nigh ever day I happen across some gem tucked away in the opaque vista of the *nix command-line shell.   While attempting to contrive the proper arguments for a date command interpolation, the following editorial injection from its GNU info entry caught my fancy.

28 Date input formats
*********************
First, a quote:
Our units of temporal measurement, from seconds on up to months,
are so complicated, asymmetrical and disjunctive so as to make
coherent mental reckoning in time all but impossible. Indeed, had
some tyrannical god contrived to enslave our minds to time, to
make it all but impossible for us to escape subjection to sodden
routines and unpleasant surprises, he could hardly have done
better than handing down our present system. It is like a set of
trapezoidal building blocks, with no vertical or horizontal
surfaces, like a language in which the simplest thought demands
ornate constructions, useless particles and lengthy
circumlocutions. Unlike the more successful patterns of language
and science, which enable us to face experience boldly or at least
level-headedly, our system of temporal calculation silently and
persistently encourages our terror of time.
... It is as though architects had to measure length in feet,
width in meters and height in ells; as though basic instruction
manuals demanded a knowledge of five different languages. It is
no wonder then that we often look into our own immediate past or
future, last Tuesday or a week from Sunday, with feelings of
helpless confusion. ...
-- Robert Grudin, `Time and the Art of Living'.
This section describes the textual date representations that GNU
programs accept. These are the strings you, as a user, can supply as
arguments to the various programs. The C interface (via the `get_date'
function) is not described here.

Now back to work.

 

6Sep/141

BBC

Posted by Quinn

T-shirt depicting "Olaf" the snowman from "Frozen" with caption "I LIKE WARM HUGS".

Getting chilly for t-shirts, but the cold never bothered me, anyway.

Fun encounter with the fairer sex this morning. Went outside my apartment to the Farmer's Market that usually serves only to deprive me of parking on Friday night. Browsed a little, then to the java stand.  The pretty twenty-something compliments my "Frozen" shirt with a giggle and asks what I'd like.

"Well ... I've been craving a BBC.   A big--"

[beat, anxiety on her face]

"black ..."

[beat, eyes widen]

"... coffee."

She laughs. Funny she knew the acronym-- maybe she's on Craigslist.

Anyway, she pours, I explain I've been wanting to use it for a while. "Well, not use a BBC, but the joke." "You're BAAAAD."

She mentions the shirt again, I say, "Yeah, I watch it a lot with the girls. I mean, I don't watch BBC with them-- er, well, I do" "You're BAD this morning!" "I mean the British Broadcasting Corp."

She finishes pouring, but my cup runneth over.  I helpfully interject, "BBC ain't fitting in there, is it?"

She laughs again.

We smile, we part and I walk home in the cold September rain.