If you can figure out how to get her here, go ahead. I didn't realize you could send children via APO. Plus, doesn't she have a wedding to attend? Or was that last night?
I imagine that she's incredibly excited about the wedding tonight. All that 4-year-old energy can be a little overwhelming at times like this, can't it?
Poet Dylan Thomas is no longer banned from the Pentre Arms in Llangrannog, Wales, well over half a century after he was barred for helping himself to a pint. This won't do him much good, of course, since he died in 1953.
The Pentre Arms lifted the "ban" because it is one of the pubs in its region marking the 50th anniversary of his death. Bronwen Raine, organizer of the Dylan Thomas Remembered Festival which runs until mid-September, said: "Dylan often visited a family of poets at Cilie farm near Llangrannog and also the Pentre Arms."
However, Thomas and his drinking companion, World War I flying ace Ira Jones, were tossed out and barred after deciding to serve themselves one afternoon.
Thomas died in in Wales but in New York City, shortly after a drinking binge. He drank in many bars, but the White Horse Tavern (circa 1880) has the strongest ties, and continues to emphasize them today, over plethora of other writers who also hung out there in the 1950s.
Thomas came to the United States in the late '40s to travel the college circuit and made his home in New York. Because the White Horse was (and is) very publike it is said that it him of his hometown of Swansea, Wales, and it soon became his local.
He did not drink alone. Writer Vance Bourajaily chaired Sunday afternoon roundtables, with regulars like Norman Mailer, John Clellon Holmes and Herman Wouk. Kerouac and Ginsberg also stopped in at times.
Thomas, who died of alcohol abuse iat the age of 39, probably drank his last whiskey at the White Horse. He attempted to set some sort of record one night, reportedly downing 19 whiskies in 90 minutes, perhaps starting at nearby Chumley's but definitely finishing at the White Horse. Legend has it that Thomas walked out of the White Horse and dropped dead. Actually, he returned to the White Horse for a few beers the next day before heading home and collapsing into a coma. He died five days later from alcohol abuse and diabetes rather than a single binge.
The White Horse has a Dylan Thomas room complete with a Thomas table and a variety of Thomas pictures and other items on the walls. The time to see them is during the week, because the weekend tourist crowd can be rowdier.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
LOS ANGELES (AP) _ Warren Zevon, who wrote and sang the rock hit "Werewolves of London" and was among the wittiest and most original of a broad circle of singer-songwriters to emerge from Los Angeles in the 1970s, died Sunday. He was 56.
A lifelong smoker until quitting several years ago, Zevon announced in September 2002 that he had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and had only months to live. He spent much of that time visiting with his two grown children and working on a final album.
Zevon died Sunday of lung cancer at his home, his manager Irving Azoff told the Los Angeles Times. Azoff did not return calls from The Associated Press early Monday.
Phone messages also were not returned from Zevon's publicist, Dianna Baron; Baron's assistant, Cathy Williams; and Zevon's record company manager, John Baruck.
Zevon faced death with the same dark sense of humor found in much of his music, including songs like "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead," "Life'll Kill Ya" and "Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead."
Zevon said he "chose a certain path and lived like Jim Morrison and lived 30 more years. You make choices and you have to live with the consequences."
He released his first album, "Wanted _ Dead or Alive," to little notice in 1969, but gained attention in the '70s by writing a string of popular songs for Linda Ronstadt, including "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me," "Carmelita" and "Hasten Down the Wind."
His next two albums, 1976's "Warren Zevon" and 1978's "Excitable Boy," followed those songs with darkly humorous tales of prom-date rapists; headless, gun-toting soldiers of fortune; and werewolves who drank pina coladas at singles bars and were particular about their hair.
They cemented Zevon's reputation as one of rock music's most politically incorrect lyricists, giving him a lifelong cult following that included gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson, former Minnesota Gov. Jesse Ventura and "Late Show" host David Letterman, who provided backing vocals on "Hit Somebody," Zevon's 2001 elegy to a professional hockey goon who longs to be a goal-scoring hero.
"I always like to have violent lyrics and violent music," Zevon told The Associated Press in 1990. "The knowledge of death and fear of death informs my existence. It's a safe, kind of cheerful way of dealing with that issue."
Other admirers included Bob Dylan, whom Zevon cited as one of his principal songwriting influences and who performed on his 1987 album "Sentimental Hygiene." Still another was Bruce Springsteen, who co-wrote "Jeannie Needs a Shooter," Zevon's tale of a lover shot to death by a woman's jealous father.
Not that all of his music was dark and violent. His oveure contained some straight-out comedy as well, including "Mr. Bad Example," "The Hula Hula Boys" and "Gorilla You're a Desperado." The latter told the tale of a Los Angeles Zoo ape who escapes by locking a yuppie in his place and going off to live in the man's apartment, only to end up depressed and divorced.
His compositional style reflected a number of genres, from hard-driving rock to folk, as well as classical, polka and other influences. In his final months, he summoned the energy to complete a last album, "The Wind," released in August. It includes the poignant "Keep Me in Your Heart," a cranky "Disorder in the House" and a remake of Dylan's "Knockin' on Heaven's Door."
Zevon, born in Chicago to Russian immigrant parents, moved to Los Angeles in the 1960s, making a living writing jingles for television commercials. He also composed the song "She Quit Me Man" for the movie "Midnight Cowboy." He was just out of his teens when he went to work for the Everly Brothers, first as a pianist and later as their band leader.
that when Warren found out he had lung cancer, he had quit smoking and started exercising a relatively short time before. He thought the chest pain and fatigue was from all the exercise and his lungs rebuilding themselves. Ah, well - heaven can use a darkly ironic balladeer.
CHINA NOW WORLD'S NO. 1 BREWER\09 China took over the position of the world's No. 1 beer producer in 2002, according to a survey released by Japan's Kirin Brewery Co. Kirin attributed the increase in China's beer output to foreign beer brewers who have relocated production facilities to China, where beer consumption has been steadily growing. The United States fell to the second spot, while Germany remained third, followed by Brazil and Russia. Kirin's began the survey in 1974, and China first reached the top 20 in 1982.
A drug created by the former KGB to keep its agents sober so that they could drink opponents under the table before stealing their secrets is being sold on the internet to Hollywood stars as a defence against hangovers. The drug, known as RU-21, is made in Russia and sold as a natural remedy on the internet. Hollywood actors are said to be fond of the fix, called after the American legal drinking age, which enables them to make the most of LA's party circuit without red eyes or pounding headaches detracting from their delivering the goods on the film set next morning.
Its makers claim that it stops the body making an enzyme which turns alcohol into acetaldehyde, a toxic chemical which can damage tissues.
The pill lets you get drunk, but indefinitely delays the hangover and damage to the body's organs.
A little less convenient, the makers say that you have to take two pills before or during every two drinks - a suspicious activity in trendy watering holes.
The KGB invented the drug just after the second world war.
The secrets of the pill were declassified in 1999, and it was developed into a market commodity by scientists at the Russian Academy of Sciences as part of an extended study of alcohol's effects on the body. Its makers and Californian marketeers say it is selling to the tune of $10,000 (£6,000) a week.
"Russians can out-drink anybody in the world anyway," said Emil Chiaberi, head of Spirit Sciences, which sells the pill in the US.
I don't like the stories of dancing on the bars in various stages of undress that everyone insists they must share with me, since I obviously don't remember.
Lord knows it would be difficult for anyone to emulate the incomparable Roy. (And who would really want to? Heh.)
My role-model is more along the lines of Robert B. Parkers' Spenser character. (Used to be Aragorn son of Arathorn, but everybody would just think I was being trendy now. Damn movies.)
I have just recently introduced Frosti old bean to those books - Made it through # 4 yet, buddy?
I have read all of them except for the latest hardcover - the early ones dozens of times. Really great writing that most would dismiss along with the whole genre of murder mystery.
Self-educated, good cook, enjoyable sex life (if rather vanilla, heh), sense of humour - what's not to like? (I'm talking about Spenser here, BTW. :) )
::aboo!::
Frosti, can I send my daughter over to your house? Surely you wouldn't notice one more, and she's getting on my last nerve this am.
If you can figure out how to get her here, go ahead. I didn't realize you could send children via APO. Plus, doesn't she have a wedding to attend? Or was that last night?
It's tonight. Dammit.
I'll post pics of us in all our finery at the CS tomorrow.
I imagine that she's incredibly excited about the wedding tonight. All that 4-year-old energy can be a little overwhelming at times like this, can't it?
Frost...APO AE...AP?
He meant me, the shipment would originate at an APO.
I'm just going to stop saying that. :)
WTF *is* that thing you have for a gif? You undergoing metamorphosis again? Just curious and concerned. ;)
It's a Vampire Squid. Check this out:
Cool, huh?
But yeah, relatively cool. :)
Probably a good plan.
Feh. I got nothin'.
Who sez poetry is boring??
HOIST ONE FOR DYLAN THOMAS
Poet Dylan Thomas is no longer banned from the Pentre Arms in Llangrannog, Wales, well over half a century after he was barred for helping himself to a pint. This won't do him much good, of course, since he died in 1953.
The Pentre Arms lifted the "ban" because it is one of the pubs in its region marking the 50th anniversary of his death. Bronwen Raine, organizer of the Dylan Thomas Remembered Festival which runs until mid-September, said:
"Dylan often visited a family of poets at Cilie farm near Llangrannog and also the Pentre Arms."
However, Thomas and his drinking companion, World War I flying ace Ira Jones, were tossed out and barred after deciding to serve themselves one afternoon.
Thomas died in in Wales but in New York City, shortly after a drinking binge.
He drank in many bars, but the White Horse Tavern (circa 1880) has the strongest ties, and continues to emphasize them today, over plethora of other writers who also hung out there in the 1950s.
Thomas came to the United States in the late '40s to travel the college circuit and made his home in New York. Because the White Horse was (and is) very publike it is said that it him of his hometown of Swansea, Wales, and it soon became his local.
He did not drink alone. Writer Vance Bourajaily chaired Sunday
afternoon roundtables, with regulars like Norman Mailer, John Clellon Holmes and Herman Wouk. Kerouac and Ginsberg also stopped in at times.
Thomas, who died of alcohol abuse iat the age of 39, probably drank his last whiskey at the White Horse. He attempted to set some sort of record one night, reportedly downing 19 whiskies in 90 minutes, perhaps starting at nearby Chumley's but definitely finishing at the White Horse. Legend has it that Thomas walked out of the White Horse and dropped dead. Actually, he returned to the White Horse for a few beers the next day before heading home and collapsing into a coma. He died five days later from alcohol abuse and diabetes rather than a single binge.
The White Horse has a Dylan Thomas room complete with a Thomas table
and a variety of Thomas pictures and other items on the walls. The time to see them is during the week, because the weekend tourist crowd can be rowdier.
like that kind of poetry? :0
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Back to School
with Rodney Dangerfield
It is on topic though, as they downed some serious beer in that film. Heh.
I did like the song "dead man's party" by Oingo Boingo in that film too - a real touch of class. Heh.
Oingo Boingo, heh. Brought to you by the man who wrote The Simpson's theme, Danny Elfman.
who could ask for more
Everybody's coming
leave your body at the door
leave your body and soul at the door
Don't run away
it's only me
don't run away
from what you cannot see
Hee. Reminds me of that Halloween animation film Danny did. Jack O'Lantern or something.
Wasn't that Tim Burton? The Nightmare before Halloween or something like that?
Warren Zevon has died.
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=638&ncid=762&e=1&u=/nm/20030908/en_nm/people_zevon_dc
Now he can sleep.
His ride was here.
Singer and songwriter Warren Zevon dead at age 56
LOS ANGELES (AP) _ Warren Zevon, who wrote and sang the rock hit
"Werewolves of London" and was among the wittiest and most original of a
broad circle of singer-songwriters to emerge from Los Angeles in the
1970s, died Sunday. He was 56.
A lifelong smoker until quitting several years ago, Zevon announced
in September 2002 that he had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer
and had only months to live. He spent much of that time visiting with
his two grown children and working on a final album.
Zevon died Sunday of lung cancer at his home, his manager Irving
Azoff told the Los Angeles Times. Azoff did not return calls from The
Associated Press early Monday.
Phone messages also were not returned from Zevon's publicist, Dianna
Baron; Baron's assistant, Cathy Williams; and Zevon's record company
manager, John Baruck.
Zevon faced death with the same dark sense of humor found in much of
his music, including songs like "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead," "Life'll
Kill Ya" and "Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead."
Zevon said he "chose a certain path and lived like Jim Morrison and
lived 30 more years. You make choices and you have to live with the
consequences."
He released his first album, "Wanted _ Dead or Alive," to little
notice in 1969, but gained attention in the '70s by writing a string of
popular songs for Linda Ronstadt, including "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me,"
"Carmelita" and "Hasten Down the Wind."
His next two albums, 1976's "Warren Zevon" and 1978's "Excitable
Boy," followed those songs with darkly humorous tales of prom-date rapists;
headless, gun-toting soldiers of fortune; and werewolves who drank pina
coladas at singles bars and were particular about their hair.
They cemented Zevon's reputation as one of rock music's most
politically incorrect lyricists, giving him a lifelong cult following that
included gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson, former Minnesota Gov. Jesse
Ventura and "Late Show" host David Letterman, who provided backing
vocals on "Hit Somebody," Zevon's 2001 elegy to a professional hockey goon
who longs to be a goal-scoring hero.
"I always like to have violent lyrics and violent music," Zevon told
The Associated Press in 1990. "The knowledge of death and fear of death
informs my existence. It's a safe, kind of cheerful way of dealing with
that issue."
Other admirers included Bob Dylan, whom Zevon cited as one of his
principal songwriting influences and who performed on his 1987 album
"Sentimental Hygiene." Still another was Bruce Springsteen, who co-wrote
"Jeannie Needs a Shooter," Zevon's tale of a lover shot to death by a
woman's jealous father.
Not that all of his music was dark and violent. His oveure contained
some straight-out comedy as well, including "Mr. Bad Example," "The
Hula Hula Boys" and "Gorilla You're a Desperado." The latter told the tale
of a Los Angeles Zoo ape who escapes by locking a yuppie in his place
and going off to live in the man's apartment, only to end up depressed
and divorced.
His compositional style reflected a number of genres, from
hard-driving rock to folk, as well as classical, polka and other influences. In
his final months, he summoned the energy to complete a last album, "The
Wind," released in August. It includes the poignant "Keep Me in Your
Heart," a cranky "Disorder in the House" and a remake of Dylan's
"Knockin' on Heaven's Door."
Zevon, born in Chicago to Russian immigrant parents, moved to Los
Angeles in the 1960s, making a living writing jingles for television
commercials. He also composed the song "She Quit Me Man" for the movie
"Midnight Cowboy." He was just out of his teens when he went to work for the
Everly Brothers, first as a pianist and later as their band leader.
that when Warren found out he had lung cancer, he had quit smoking and started exercising a relatively short time before. He thought the chest pain and fatigue was from all the exercise and his lungs rebuilding themselves.
Ah, well - heaven can use a darkly ironic balladeer.
Not that I'm complaining. The 4-DVD Loony Toons collection was mychristmas present, not theirs.
CHINA NOW WORLD'S NO. 1 BREWER\09
China took over the position of the world's No. 1 beer producer in
2002, according to a survey released by Japan's Kirin Brewery Co. Kirin attributed the increase in China's beer output to foreign beer brewers who have relocated production facilities to China, where beer consumption has been steadily growing. The United States fell to the second spot, while Germany remained third, followed by Brazil and Russia. Kirin's began the survey in 1974, and China first reached the top 20 in 1982.
A drug created by the former KGB to keep its agents sober so that they could drink opponents under the table before stealing their secrets is being sold on the internet to Hollywood stars as a defence against hangovers.
The drug, known as RU-21, is made in Russia and sold as a natural remedy on the internet. Hollywood actors are said to be fond of the fix, called after the American legal drinking age, which enables them to make the most of LA's party circuit without red eyes or pounding headaches detracting from their delivering the goods on the film set next morning.
Its makers claim that it stops the body making an enzyme which turns alcohol into acetaldehyde, a toxic chemical which can damage tissues.
The pill lets you get drunk, but indefinitely delays the hangover and damage to the body's organs.
A little less convenient, the makers say that you have to take two pills before or during every two drinks - a suspicious activity in trendy watering holes.
The KGB invented the drug just after the second world war.
The secrets of the pill were declassified in 1999, and it was developed into a market commodity by scientists at the Russian Academy of Sciences as part of an extended study of alcohol's effects on the body. Its makers and Californian marketeers say it is selling to the tune of $10,000 (£6,000) a week.
"Russians can out-drink anybody in the world anyway," said Emil Chiaberi, head of Spirit Sciences, which sells the pill in the US.
"I don't know why they needed a pill."
http://film.guardian.co.uk/news/story/0,12589,1047761,00.html
The official RU-21 website.Rumor has it that this will be available at GNC stores by the end of the year.
hangovers were the only thing that finally taught me getting drunk wasn't worth it! Eliminate those and holy crap...
I don't like the stories of dancing on the bars in various stages of undress that everyone insists they must share with me, since I obviously don't remember.
The hangover is nothing compared to that horror.
That's the fun part!
For those of us watching anyway...
Heh.
That attitude of Roy's is contagious!
Please Sparky. Choose a different rolemodel. The world can Not handle more than one Roy.
Lord knows it would be difficult for anyone to emulate the incomparable Roy. (And who would really want to? Heh.)
My role-model is more along the lines of Robert B. Parkers' Spenser character. (Used to be Aragorn son of Arathorn, but everybody would just think I was being trendy now. Damn movies.)
Precisely my point.
I love Spenser. And Hawk. These days I read the books just to spend time with the characters.
I have just recently introduced Frosti old bean to those books - Made it through # 4 yet, buddy?
I have read all of them except for the latest hardcover - the early ones dozens of times. Really great writing that most would dismiss along with the whole genre of murder mystery.
Self-educated, good cook, enjoyable sex life (if rather vanilla, heh), sense of humour - what's not to like? (I'm talking about Spenser here, BTW. :) )
He's fiercely independant, a complete smart-ass and fiercely loyal. I think I married him.
And, just to stay on topic, he likes good beer!
No, I eat. And I don't wear makeup or care much about how my hair looks.
Even better. :)
You don't have a stick up your butt, either.
Well. Not at the moment.
I saw that one coming, after I posted. Thanks for the free mental image for my afternoon at work.
Hey, I'm a Giver.
From what I've read, you're also a receiver - and this should probably be over in your forum now. :)
Tis better to Give than Receive.
Well. Sometimes.
I also don't imagine Susan Silverman drunk, dancing semi-naked on the bar.
The hangover is nothing compared to that horror.
Again with the doppleganger thing. Sparky could (but won't because he's a gentleman) tell you some stories about me...
Give.
Take.
Give.
Take.
I don't remember those stories. I was probably already under the table you were dancing on.