The Oil of Aphrodite and the Dust of the Grand Wazoo
This, being a collector, is the kind of response that will really make your day. A while back I posted a 3 min. video on Youtube, bragging about my Marquis de Sade collection — and here’s what one guy wrote in a comment:
Excellent. And speaking of collectors, here’s Tim Stuart talking about his fine collection of vintage editions of the “Chicago Manual of Style”:
I like that guy.
Last few posts have been in English, and this one is as well. See if you can spot it. I don’t often write in English, and I probably make a whole lot of spelling mistakes, etc. Sorry about that. I’ll try to improve.
I’ve been thinking about this … starting blogging in English. Rather than Danish. The majority of my regular blog readers probably wouldn’t mind all too much. They are perfectly capable of reading English (and even mine, I should think). Most Danes are.
The pros go like this: 1) Ever since I started WoW’ing and got on Facebook, this blog – in Danish – has suffered. Quoting Alan Partridge (i.e. Philip Parsons who wrote the Alan Partridge review): It has at times seemed almost moribund. Perhaps blogging in English would make it come to life again. 2) Going English would make it possible for my English speaking friends to understand … and so on. Writing in English, you write for a much larger group of people. Potentially. 3) Id’ get to practise my English.
And these are the cons: Writing in English is obviously much harder than writing in my mother tongue. That’s one. And I feel pretty confident that writing in English – when just ranting about everyday sort of stuff – would made me feel just a tiny bit silly. Two. And non-English speaking family members read my blog, and I wouldn’t want to shut them out. So that’s three.
So I’ve been contemplating simply doing a blog No. 2, The Jiggly Room International Lounge (or whatever) — but I can’t have two blogs. Doing a second blog would be like giving birth to a stillborn baby, or to let the old kid die of hunger, beeing so busy feeding the new. Because that is for sure what would happen.
Right now I am undecided. But I’m thinking about it. Most likely I’ll just keep this blog, and then do some posts in Danish, and some in English.
Here’s Partridge:
Perhaps it’s that I’m such a wonderfully open-minded individual who likes challenging myself — or perhaps (and much more likely, I’m afraid) it’s just that I rather enjoy self-torment. In any case, went to the shop today and bought myself 3 new jazz cds, “Thelonius Monk – Genius of Modern Music” (which is on this list that Capac referred me to), a collection of Charlie Parker Verve recordings, and John Coltrane: “Blue Train”.
Det ser således ud:
For the first time ever, yesterday I subscribed to a Youtube channel — made by someone who doesn’t happen to be my sister. Found this guy by sort of an accident, browsing Warcraft related videos, and already I have become a fan. His name is Boogie, he’s a big guy, and he has a rather curious alter ego named Jessy, and another one named Francis.
Here’s Boogie answering some serious questions:
Here’s Jessy on WoW:
And here’s Francis complaining about D&D:
He currently has 95 videos on Youtube.
And while we’re at it, (as previously requested) here’s Kurt doing Frank Zappa’s “Don’t Eat The Yellow Snow” from the album “Apostrophe”:
Weird.
Watched a tv documentary on jazz yesterday evening. Much inspired by Boogie I’m gonna get philosophical about it, although I promise to keep it brief.
Some things in life, I guess, just makes sense to you. You understand it on an intuitive level because you can relate to it. Emotionally as well as intellectually. I used to hate opera, seriously, but then I went through a personal thing, and all of a sudden it made perfect sense to me. These days I listen to little else. However, I’ve never been able to understand ballet. For instance. I simply don’t understand what I’m supposed to be looking at — and I’ve never been able to understand jazz. I’ve tried, and I do have some jazz cds in my collection. Miles Davis, Monk, Mingus, and Coltrane. But I hardly ever listen to them. For I don’t get it. I can’t relate to it. There’s nothing much jazzy about my life … but I guess this is where I am wrong. But how to find it? And also, jazz (whether old or new) often has this wet blanket melancholy thing going on. Which I really can’t stand.
If you know of any good jazz cd that I might try, please leave a comment.
.. and what World of Warcraft players are like:
I disse (i øvrigt ret regnvåde) dage bruger Babzilla al sin tid på at fiske. Og alle de fisk, hun fanger, sender hun til Kundry — som står parat ved postkassen i Silvermoon. Når fiskene er ankommet, sorterer hun dem og sælger dem via auktionshuset. Og det er en lukrativ business. Her er den nuværende fiske-beholdning (ikke medregnet de i øjeblikket igangværende auktioner):
Sådan.
Men i virkeligheden handler det slet ikke om GULD — men om fiske-achievements, and how to get them. Og i dag fik jeg endnu en:
Så nu mangler jeg kun 3 for at være Accomplished Angler — men de 2 er svære, og den tredje er næsten håbløs. Jeg mangler Deadliest Catch, The Lurker Above og Master Angler of Stranglethorn.
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