end of february and the last time we posted anything hereabouts, well, me don't wanna think about it, been a long time, datz fo sure...
so, first, via the marvel that remains wood s lot, George Lakoff on the Obama Code; wanted to share this powerful and compelling read provided via the Times Online, evidently one of the stories from a recent edition of Granta.
had the pleasure of hosting two amigos from Tejas who were visiting here earlier this month, the esteemed CJ and his partner in crime, G Mac (mine own appellations for the gents), in Berkeley for a specialty book fair held on the Cal Campus, the Codex exhibition, where many, many lovely printed works were available to view and purchase. The time we shared together passed much too quickly, but t'was good to renew our comradeship. Mention here another pal of mine who spent much of the last month hard at work on his FAWM project, and ye can hear some of the music he produced here; Yah Babee, way to go, Phillippe!
so, not gonna overdo it, will endeavor to make more regular contributions here, tho' before we close this one, just quick mention of a handful of chunky, chewy bits of linky goodness: via LA Times online, a recent article on one of my favorite places on the planet, Mono Lake; yourstruly has been long acquainted with the weblogs am about to mention here, always worth visiting, and in particular lovely to see that the fine mind behind the retired Riley Dog still providing us much stuff to enjoy, and we always happy to see what is new at Bifurcated Rivets and Ethel the Blog. Una cosa mas, we want to pass along some encouragement to co-worker Becca B. who's started something earlier this month...
ciao ciao, bambini...
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Mille violini suonati dal vento
Tutti i colori dell'arcobaleno
Vanno a fermare una pioggia d'argento
Ma piove, piove sul nostro amor
Ciao, ciao, bambina, un bacio ancora
E poi per sempre ti perderò
Come una fiaba, l'amore passa:
C'era una volta poi non c'è più
Cos'è che trema sul tuo vizino
È pioggia o pianto dimmi cos'è
Vorrei trovare parole nuove
Ma piove, piove sul nostro amor
Ciao, bambina!
Ti voglio bene da morire!
Ciao! Ciao!
Ciao, ciao, bambina, non ti voltare
Non posso dirti rimani ancor
Vorrei trovare parole nuove
Ma piove, piove sul nostro amor
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