posted by Jim 12/13/2003 07:19:36 PM
Hey Jim,
Hope you had a pleasant Christmas, and that all is well. It's Christmas eve here in Tucson.
Did you hear about the man who was walking down the beach? He stumbled on an old encrusted bottle, and began to rub it in an attempt to clean it up. Much to his surprise, rather, amazement, a genie appeared and began to speak, gushing her thanks. She then told the man of her special powers, saying, " I can do wonderful things and can grant you almost any wish you would like. But you only get one wish. So the beachcomber said "Well there's considerable conflict in the middle east between the Palestinians and the Jews, can you take a look at the 'road map to peace' and do something to bring peace and happiness to those fine people?" The genie began to hem and haw and said "I said I could grant you almost any wish, but that is a very difficult situation the resolve.Can you think of something else you would like?" So the beachcomber replied asking, "Well I've always wanted to play the viola, can you teach me to play the viola always on tempo and in perfect tune?" The genie fired back, "Let me take another look at that 'road map to peace."
Heard on public radio show "Prairie Home Companion"
Best wishes,
--- Dan Brudno
posted by Jim 12/25/2003 03:25:26 PM
another great Fisk articleGoogle Search: misc.activism.progressive
posted by Jim 12/20/2003 02:57:39 AM
Google Search: misc.activism.progressive
This is an experiment as I want to see if the link to this Robert Fisk article on Usenet works. Sick as a dog. Big test yesterday, which I can drop the grade of, as I flunked, unbelievable amt of hw due day of test, complex numbers, "phasors", maybe will try to put up link to guy who found highest Merisienne prime last week, two to the x minus one, only divisible by itself and one... Gotta go teach, I'm psyched, as I got a violin pickup but gotta get "luthier" to set it up...
posted by Jim 12/16/2003 02:34:38 PM
posted by Jim 12/13/2003 07:19:36 PM
Just finished teaching another kid. He farted, then asked to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he was ready to go, so I said OK. He put his violin in his case and off he went. "Thank you, teacher," I said in Chinese. He looked at me and said "I'm not your teacher," then was out the door.
posted by Jim 12/12/2003 04:56:59 PM
Finished teaching this kid, man it is hard with the language barrier and all. Seven years old, first time playing a violin Move your arm, then wait a moment, then move your forearm, never let the bow leave the string, etc. etc. He looks at me uncomprehending. It was a little strange walking in there, as I had my MD player cranked up, and was listening to out-takes from Woodstock, with Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, The Band. It makes me quite nostalgic. I was listening to Johnny Winter, what incredible guitar, makes you want to dance. Then I got to thinking about those times, and hitch-hiking. The last time I saw my father, I hitched a ride on Thanksgiving day up I-35 highway in Texas. I don't know how I thought I could make it all the way to North Dallas, but somehow I did, all the way to my doorstep for Thanksgiving dinner, which they were already in the midst of. Those were heady times, free in a reckless kind of way.
posted by Jim 12/11/2003 09:45:59 AM
We went to the opening of this farmers market here in Taipei over the weekend. Free bus ride there and back. Not much to do, eat fruit and watch dancing.
posted by Jim 12/10/2003 11:43:59 AM
some music from my geocities site abstracthiphoppierrotlunairmoonspotkindofthing
posted by Jim 12/10/2003 10:27:21 AM
posted by Jim 12/09/2003 06:22:10 PM
blogging again after all these years
posted by Jim 12/09/2003 10:41:17 AM
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